AU Gibbs/DiNozzo: The Parting
Title: The Parting
Author: Cackymn_lj
Fandom: NCIS
Category: AU, slash
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Words: 550
Rating: No worries
Warning: ANGST
Disclaimer: Sure
Challenge: ncis_drabble Challenge #424: Smoke
Summary: "Nothing in their long and passionate goodbye could make it one bit worse or one bit better."
More Drabble FIC, following Flame and The Meeting. Links:
1) Flame: http://cackymn-lj.livejournal.com/10015.html
2) The Meeting: http://cackymn-lj.livejournal.com/10315.html
The Parting
Nothing in their long and passionate goodbye could make it one bit worse or one bit better.
Wisps of grey curled up from the smoking ruins of their valley.
He didn't own Anthony, had never felt that he did, but tonight he'd possessed him as completely as he knew how, more intensely than even at their first coupling.
He wondered if sometime in the future Anthony might ask himself where Jethro had found the courage for this, why he hadn't just walked away to dull the pain.
He'd shunned the publicity along with Anthony's farewells to friends old and new. He'd stayed as far as possible from the behemoth that was to bear his lover away, blocking it from his consciousness as fools reveled in the dawn of a new age.
When all of existence had finally shrunk to a few precious hours, Anthony had returned to him and they'd roamed the terrain of Jethro's property - its streams and glens, small ravines and rocky shelves - places they had laughed, gathered wood, watched animals, made love. At dusk Anthony's eyes had lit with the emergence of the first stars. He'd shed clear, glittering tears of apology while Jethro himself had wept more bitterly than ever in his life.
It was only later, when he was pouring himself into Anthony with all his strength, that the young man had broken down in confusion and grief, his cries of pleasure turning to heartbreaking sobs.
He'd kissed Anthony's hair and eyes, held him close to feel the beating of his human heart.
"Why?" For the hundredth time.
"I don't know," and then, just as before, "I have to."
"You don't."
They'd ended their time together as they had begun it, walking. He led Anthony to the very lip of the vast and hated ship, the midnight moon absent in the glare of its beautiful, blinding light.
Before dawn he stood in front of his home and wondered how long he'd be able to bear letting it stand. Maybe until Anthony's voice faded from the last room, or until he could no longer smell him.
"Come with me."
It had been impossible. He'd felt only horror at the prospect of cold stars in the place of warm earth, had known he'd not be parted from this world or its salt in his veins.
"You must be a very old soul," an acquaintance had once said without mockery. Tonight he was a certain type of modern man, worn and jaded, crabbed and pinched in his outlook, raised up by a generation born to rule and destined to see it all swept away.
No, it was Anthony who was the older soul - still bright and strong, eager and loving, new when the world was new, made of stardust. Anthony was going home.
Could he wait, when he didn't believe the stars meant to return Anthony to him? He didn't even understand why he'd been taken. Why he'd gone.
He could go down to the beach and watch while the world convulsed around him, the sea being the closest thing to infinity he'd bring himself to care about.
Wave and water, salt and spray, the wailing of birds... Half the city already burned at his back, surely the timeless sea could swallow the sounds of joy or tribulation.
One day his bones would settle into the earth, and all would be forgotten.
Author: Cackymn_lj
Fandom: NCIS
Category: AU, slash
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Words: 550
Rating: No worries
Warning: ANGST
Disclaimer: Sure
Challenge: ncis_drabble Challenge #424: Smoke
Summary: "Nothing in their long and passionate goodbye could make it one bit worse or one bit better."
More Drabble FIC, following Flame and The Meeting. Links:
1) Flame: http://cackymn-lj.livejournal.com/10015.html
2) The Meeting: http://cackymn-lj.livejournal.com/10315.html
The Parting
Nothing in their long and passionate goodbye could make it one bit worse or one bit better.
Wisps of grey curled up from the smoking ruins of their valley.
He didn't own Anthony, had never felt that he did, but tonight he'd possessed him as completely as he knew how, more intensely than even at their first coupling.
He wondered if sometime in the future Anthony might ask himself where Jethro had found the courage for this, why he hadn't just walked away to dull the pain.
He'd shunned the publicity along with Anthony's farewells to friends old and new. He'd stayed as far as possible from the behemoth that was to bear his lover away, blocking it from his consciousness as fools reveled in the dawn of a new age.
When all of existence had finally shrunk to a few precious hours, Anthony had returned to him and they'd roamed the terrain of Jethro's property - its streams and glens, small ravines and rocky shelves - places they had laughed, gathered wood, watched animals, made love. At dusk Anthony's eyes had lit with the emergence of the first stars. He'd shed clear, glittering tears of apology while Jethro himself had wept more bitterly than ever in his life.
It was only later, when he was pouring himself into Anthony with all his strength, that the young man had broken down in confusion and grief, his cries of pleasure turning to heartbreaking sobs.
He'd kissed Anthony's hair and eyes, held him close to feel the beating of his human heart.
"Why?" For the hundredth time.
"I don't know," and then, just as before, "I have to."
"You don't."
They'd ended their time together as they had begun it, walking. He led Anthony to the very lip of the vast and hated ship, the midnight moon absent in the glare of its beautiful, blinding light.
Before dawn he stood in front of his home and wondered how long he'd be able to bear letting it stand. Maybe until Anthony's voice faded from the last room, or until he could no longer smell him.
"Come with me."
It had been impossible. He'd felt only horror at the prospect of cold stars in the place of warm earth, had known he'd not be parted from this world or its salt in his veins.
"You must be a very old soul," an acquaintance had once said without mockery. Tonight he was a certain type of modern man, worn and jaded, crabbed and pinched in his outlook, raised up by a generation born to rule and destined to see it all swept away.
No, it was Anthony who was the older soul - still bright and strong, eager and loving, new when the world was new, made of stardust. Anthony was going home.
Could he wait, when he didn't believe the stars meant to return Anthony to him? He didn't even understand why he'd been taken. Why he'd gone.
He could go down to the beach and watch while the world convulsed around him, the sea being the closest thing to infinity he'd bring himself to care about.
Wave and water, salt and spray, the wailing of birds... Half the city already burned at his back, surely the timeless sea could swallow the sounds of joy or tribulation.
One day his bones would settle into the earth, and all would be forgotten.