They sat together for a while, watching the clouds drifting across the sky. They were randomised from meteorological data, to match documented cloud formations. Lockon kept insisting that some of them resembled objects in their shape. Tieria couldn't see it, it was all data to him, not a real sky. Even the sand under his hands felt like code, and not something he could imagine as solid. He laid down on his back, and looked up at the sky.
Do you miss being on Earth? Lockon shrugged.
'I could go back there any time I wanted, so not really. What about you?'
Somewhat. Tieria traced patterns in the sand with his fingers, mingling his code with the sand's. Getting a new body would be difficult, but not impossible, I suppose.
'New body?'
We're clones. Innovators are, I mean. Tieria pulled his fingers away from the sand. Artificial.
'Ah.' Lockon leaned over him. 'You seem pretty real to me.' The artificial sun was very effective, lighting Lockon from the back, and casting a shadow over Tieria when he leaned over. Tieria held his hand up and spread his fingers wide. It cast a shadow. It was a perfect illusion of solid form.
I am real, Tieria said, and placed his hand on the back of Neil's head. Just not human. Not any more.
'Neither am I.' Neil leaned down so that his nose was almost touching Tieria's nose.
They kissed. When Lockon moved away from the kiss and moved down to kiss Tieria's neck, he felt a sensation like having goosebumps on his skin. He sighed, and exhaled, which did nothing to calm him down, there was no way of controlling this body like a human body. He could barely keep it together. Electrical impulses shot through him with every touch, every kiss. He gripped Lockon's back and tried to pull up his shirt, if it would even come off. His hands grasped the material, and he slid it up Lockon's back.
Lockon had an easier job with Tieria's clothes, which brushed away with a light touch. He sat up, and smiled down at Tieria.
'Wait one minute.' He pulled off his jacket and shirt, and his remaining glove. As Lockon undressed, Tieria realised that he hadn't even thought to give himself proper anatomy. He glanced downwards as Lockon pulled down his jeans. As he shed his clothes, they laid on top of the sand, sinking in slightly. Lockon seemed to have true mass in this world of binary and bytes. -
Veda seemed to know what Tieria wanted; the sun slowly set, casting dim, rosy-tinted light over the beach and the sea. Lockon was on top of him, naked, weighing him down, making him sink into the sand, that no longer felt like sand should. It was soft. It seemed to merge together into a downy softness.
'How's this?' Lockon asked as he ran his fingers over Tieria's hip, and the code that made up his trousers brushed off.
It's... Tieria cupped Lockon's face in his hands. I can't describe it. He kissed Lockon on the lips again. This was more than sexual desire, he had rarey thought about that when he was in his human body, this was... he wanted to be close to someone. To Lockon. When Lockon's fingers brushed through his hair, it felt like he could merge with him. Connect, like he did with Veda. He leaned his head back into the soft surface under him, and concentrated on the feeling of Lockon's hands on his skin.
Re: Home, 6/?
anonymous
March 26 2009, 23:28:06 UTC
As far as I know, it has some sort of speechless meaning, but not exactly. It's the predecessor of FFFFFFFUCK!, you get the point. Maybe it started with that comic where the F dragged along several panels while the caracter raged in many different ways, and then finished the rest of the word in the last one.
Tieria concentrated on forming his body, for some semblance of normalcy. Lockon's hands stripped away his remaining clothes with light touches.
'I don't know if my body works like it used to,' Lockon said, looking down at himself. 'How're we supposed to...'
I don't know. Tieria squeezed Lockon's back with his arms, and arched his back up. Lockon moved closer as well, pushing their bodies together. Softness underneath him gave way, and he fell through it, pulling Lockon with him. He didn't know where they were falling, just that the pink and yellow surroundings were here, and that light was shining through the gap in the beach above.
He landed on another soft surface, though when he looked down, he couldn't see anything.
'We're floating?' Tieria looked up at him. He looked slightly shocked, but his expression calmed, and he closed his eye. 'That was weird. Tieria moved one hand to Lockon's face, slipped his fingers under the eyepatch slowly, and pushed it up. Lockon didn't stop him. It floated away, on non-existant winds. All that was under it was a sunked, scarred hole. It didn't come back when I died,' Lockon said. 'Not that I really expected it to.'
I'm sorry.
'It wasn't your fault.' Tieria pressed his fingers against the raw, pink tissue. 'It doesn't hurt anymore, at least.' He leaned up and pressed his lips against Lockon's cheek. Their bodies moved closer together again, slower this time, and he curled his legs around Lockon's hips, his arms around his back. He could feel muscles under skin, though he knew they weren't still there. It was an imprint of Lockon's body as it had been. What it was and what it wasn't didn't feel as important, when Lockon slid one hand up his thigh, trailing warmth where his hand touched. He kissed him again, and tried to imagine how it could feel, wetness and warmth and rough. Lockon's lips felt rough.
Lockon's hips pushed into him, and he gasped. Hot, too hot, it felt like he was burning. Lockon's lips kissed his neck quickly. Each one felt like a small electrical shock. Not painful, but jolting. He moved his hands to Lockon's buttocks, and urged him to move his hips more. Each movement made him cry out. Hot, blissful sensations. Like connecting, like the sensation he felt for a second when his mind first made contact with Veda, but more powerful.
Lockon?
'Yes?' Lockon stared down at him.
Do you feel... He ran his hand down Lockon's chest. Does it feel good? Lockon nodded, and nipped at his neck, very gently, but it was enough to make him sigh. He leaned his head back. The sky above him was bluish. He frowned. Regene. He concentrated on making the pink and yellow clouds move, and obscure the two of them. Every movement Lockon made made the clouds shake, and pulse, and Tieria moan and sigh. He tried. The clouds moved, overlapping and merging into a soft mass of pastel colours.
Harsh shocks were no longer so overwhelming, the heat no longer so unbearable, but he was running so many calculations at one time, to keep his body together, and the clouds above him, and he felt like he would overload, and crash. He clung to Lockon for support, gripped him with his hands and legs and his lips against his, holding him as close as he could without pulling his entire body into him. Lockon's movements were rough, quick, hurried. Tieria understood that, that hadn't felt any sensation for over four years, and was content to let the sensations wash over him even as his mind needed to concentrate. Perhaps he should stop trying to concentrate.
Oh.
He could feel more now, the firm smoothness of Lockon's chest
Oh. Ohh.
his legs, his hands on his body, hard sometimes
Oh!
soft sometimes... he didn't know why he was making sounds like that, it was far from impossible to keep them within his own thought processes, but Lockon's presence had always seemed to negate his sense, and make him feel irrational things.
I don't... know... Lockon pulled away from him slightly. No, more, I want more. Lockon pushed back in roughly and Tieria moaned. Less, less, it was too much. He hated, hated, loved these feelings that threatened to make him fall apart into nothing and then something. The clouds above his head churned like they were water in a rough sea. Looking at them made him feel nauseous (he didn't have a digestive system, feeling like that should be easy to override, but it was easier to just not look) so he closed his eyes.
Soft, soft, harder, hot
Fingers that dug into his back felt like
hot
no
There was the sounds of waves crashing on a beach
thoughts were becoming disjointed
Lockon...
Golden grains of sand kept falling from above
He couldn't let go like this there was too much his fingers were collapsing and his hair his toes everything...
His thoughts process mess... were a mess... processes... he couldn't focus.
They returned to normal, slowly. vision started to return, but it felt like he was looking through water. Everything rippled and waved.
You crashed.
Crashed?
Orgasm. What? Are you really so innocent? No. Maybe a little. A laugh resounded, and it seemed to echo.
'Tieria, wake up, you're fading!'
His vision snapped back into focus, and he saw Lockon above him, his face full of concern.
'I thought you were going to vanish,' he said, and smiled. Tieria looked at his hand. Parts of it were missing, but not uniformly. Data had broke off, leaving holes in the shell that his form was. 'Are you all right?'
Yes. He sat up, shakily, and tried to reform himself. Head first, then his hands, then the rest of him, with smaller, simpler calculations this time, to keep him calm. Are you?
'Yes.' Lockon sighed, and hugged Tieria close. His chest tightened slightly, and held Lockon back and let him stoke his hair, even though he felt fragile at that moment. Like he couldn't hold himself together properly. 'I was really worried there, you went completely blank and started to disintegrate or break apart, or whatever it was.'
I know. It was strange. He rested his head on Neil's shoulder. He glanced around at the dissipating clouds, tinged with blue light.
What do you want?
I'm making sure you're happy. Tieria nuzzled against Lockon's neck.
I am.
'Pardon?'
I'm happy. Lockon chuckled quietly.
'That's good.' Regene's colours started to fade; he was backing off, just slightly. Perhaps he was learning about personal space, after all. Tieria didn't let it bother him. There weren't any secrets in Veda.
The two of them sat still, entwined with each other, for a long while. Time passed outside, he knew he should be monitoring it, sending messages, keeping in contact, trying to keep a connection, but for now, just for now, he wanted to be here.
Re: Home, 8/8
anonymous
March 27 2009, 04:02:48 UTC
Normally weird sentence structure/formatting drives me crazy, but somehow (I don't know how) you made it work. A+ anon, this was a pleasure to read. ♥~
Do you miss being on Earth? Lockon shrugged.
'I could go back there any time I wanted, so not really. What about you?'
Somewhat. Tieria traced patterns in the sand with his fingers, mingling his code with the sand's. Getting a new body would be difficult, but not impossible, I suppose.
'New body?'
We're clones. Innovators are, I mean. Tieria pulled his fingers away from the sand. Artificial.
'Ah.' Lockon leaned over him. 'You seem pretty real to me.' The artificial sun was very effective, lighting Lockon from the back, and casting a shadow over Tieria when he leaned over. Tieria held his hand up and spread his fingers wide. It cast a shadow. It was a perfect illusion of solid form.
I am real, Tieria said, and placed his hand on the back of Neil's head. Just not human. Not any more.
'Neither am I.' Neil leaned down so that his nose was almost touching Tieria's nose.
They kissed. When Lockon moved away from the kiss and moved down to kiss Tieria's neck, he felt a sensation like having goosebumps on his skin. He sighed, and exhaled, which did nothing to calm him down, there was no way of controlling this body like a human body. He could barely keep it together. Electrical impulses shot through him with every touch, every kiss. He gripped Lockon's back and tried to pull up his shirt, if it would even come off. His hands grasped the material, and he slid it up Lockon's back.
Lockon had an easier job with Tieria's clothes, which brushed away with a light touch. He sat up, and smiled down at Tieria.
'Wait one minute.' He pulled off his jacket and shirt, and his remaining glove. As Lockon undressed, Tieria realised that he hadn't even thought to give himself proper anatomy. He glanced downwards as Lockon pulled down his jeans. As he shed his clothes, they laid on top of the sand, sinking in slightly. Lockon seemed to have true mass in this world of binary and bytes. -
Veda seemed to know what Tieria wanted; the sun slowly set, casting dim, rosy-tinted light over the beach and the sea. Lockon was on top of him, naked, weighing him down, making him sink into the sand, that no longer felt like sand should. It was soft. It seemed to merge together into a downy softness.
'How's this?' Lockon asked as he ran his fingers over Tieria's hip, and the code that made up his trousers brushed off.
It's... Tieria cupped Lockon's face in his hands. I can't describe it. He kissed Lockon on the lips again. This was more than sexual desire, he had rarey thought about that when he was in his human body, this was... he wanted to be close to someone. To Lockon. When Lockon's fingers brushed through his hair, it felt like he could merge with him. Connect, like he did with Veda. He leaned his head back into the soft surface under him, and concentrated on the feeling of Lockon's hands on his skin.
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[That's a FFFFF of love btw ♥]
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...I don't actually know...
I use it to mean *I'm speechless* but I can't say for sure if I've gotten it completely right there.
Maybe some anon who actually knows could help? orz orz orz
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'I don't know if my body works like it used to,' Lockon said, looking down at himself. 'How're we supposed to...'
I don't know. Tieria squeezed Lockon's back with his arms, and arched his back up. Lockon moved closer as well, pushing their bodies together. Softness underneath him gave way, and he fell through it, pulling Lockon with him. He didn't know where they were falling, just that the pink and yellow surroundings were here, and that light was shining through the gap in the beach above.
He landed on another soft surface, though when he looked down, he couldn't see anything.
'We're floating?' Tieria looked up at him. He looked slightly shocked, but his expression calmed, and he closed his eye. 'That was weird. Tieria moved one hand to Lockon's face, slipped his fingers under the eyepatch slowly, and pushed it up. Lockon didn't stop him. It floated away, on non-existant winds. All that was under it was a sunked, scarred hole. It didn't come back when I died,' Lockon said. 'Not that I really expected it to.'
I'm sorry.
'It wasn't your fault.' Tieria pressed his fingers against the raw, pink tissue. 'It doesn't hurt anymore, at least.' He leaned up and pressed his lips against Lockon's cheek. Their bodies moved closer together again, slower this time, and he curled his legs around Lockon's hips, his arms around his back. He could feel muscles under skin, though he knew they weren't still there. It was an imprint of Lockon's body as it had been. What it was and what it wasn't didn't feel as important, when Lockon slid one hand up his thigh, trailing warmth where his hand touched. He kissed him again, and tried to imagine how it could feel, wetness and warmth and rough. Lockon's lips felt rough.
Lockon's hips pushed into him, and he gasped. Hot, too hot, it felt like he was burning. Lockon's lips kissed his neck quickly. Each one felt like a small electrical shock. Not painful, but jolting. He moved his hands to Lockon's buttocks, and urged him to move his hips more. Each movement made him cry out. Hot, blissful sensations. Like connecting, like the sensation he felt for a second when his mind first made contact with Veda, but more powerful.
Lockon?
'Yes?' Lockon stared down at him.
Do you feel... He ran his hand down Lockon's chest. Does it feel good? Lockon nodded, and nipped at his neck, very gently, but it was enough to make him sigh. He leaned his head back. The sky above him was bluish. He frowned. Regene. He concentrated on making the pink and yellow clouds move, and obscure the two of them. Every movement Lockon made made the clouds shake, and pulse, and Tieria moan and sigh. He tried. The clouds moved, overlapping and merging into a soft mass of pastel colours.
Harsh shocks were no longer so overwhelming, the heat no longer so unbearable, but he was running so many calculations at one time, to keep his body together, and the clouds above him, and he felt like he would overload, and crash. He clung to Lockon for support, gripped him with his hands and legs and his lips against his, holding him as close as he could without pulling his entire body into him. Lockon's movements were rough, quick, hurried. Tieria understood that, that hadn't felt any sensation for over four years, and was content to let the sensations wash over him even as his mind needed to concentrate. Perhaps he should stop trying to concentrate.
Oh.
He could feel more now, the firm smoothness of Lockon's chest
Oh. Ohh.
his legs, his hands on his body, hard sometimes
Oh!
soft sometimes... he didn't know why he was making sounds like that, it was far from impossible to keep them within his own thought processes, but Lockon's presence had always seemed to negate his sense, and make him feel irrational things.
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'Yes?'
I don't... know... Lockon pulled away from him slightly. No, more, I want more. Lockon pushed back in roughly and Tieria moaned. Less, less, it was too much. He hated, hated, loved these feelings that threatened to make him fall apart into nothing and then something. The clouds above his head churned like they were water in a rough sea. Looking at them made him feel nauseous (he didn't have a digestive system, feeling like that should be easy to override, but it was easier to just not look) so he closed his eyes.
Soft, soft, harder, hot
Fingers that dug into his back felt like
hot
no
There was the sounds of waves crashing on a beach
thoughts were becoming disjointed
Lockon...
Golden grains of sand kept falling from above
He couldn't let go like this there was too much his fingers were collapsing and his hair his toes everything...
Everything shut down.
Dark. Voices. Something stung. Shaking. Shaking him. Inexplicable pleasure, pain.
His thoughts process mess... were a mess... processes... he couldn't focus.
They returned to normal, slowly. vision started to return, but it felt like he was looking through water. Everything rippled and waved.
You crashed.
Crashed?
Orgasm. What? Are you really so innocent? No. Maybe a little. A laugh resounded, and it seemed to echo.
'Tieria, wake up, you're fading!'
His vision snapped back into focus, and he saw Lockon above him, his face full of concern.
'I thought you were going to vanish,' he said, and smiled. Tieria looked at his hand. Parts of it were missing, but not uniformly. Data had broke off, leaving holes in the shell that his form was. 'Are you all right?'
Yes. He sat up, shakily, and tried to reform himself. Head first, then his hands, then the rest of him, with smaller, simpler calculations this time, to keep him calm. Are you?
'Yes.' Lockon sighed, and hugged Tieria close. His chest tightened slightly, and held Lockon back and let him stoke his hair, even though he felt fragile at that moment. Like he couldn't hold himself together properly. 'I was really worried there, you went completely blank and started to disintegrate or break apart, or whatever it was.'
I know. It was strange. He rested his head on Neil's shoulder. He glanced around at the dissipating clouds, tinged with blue light.
What do you want?
I'm making sure you're happy. Tieria nuzzled against Lockon's neck.
I am.
'Pardon?'
I'm happy. Lockon chuckled quietly.
'That's good.' Regene's colours started to fade; he was backing off, just slightly. Perhaps he was learning about personal space, after all. Tieria didn't let it bother him. There weren't any secrets in Veda.
The two of them sat still, entwined with each other, for a long while. Time passed outside, he knew he should be monitoring it, sending messages, keeping in contact, trying to keep a connection, but for now, just for now, he wanted to be here.
Home.
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A+++ for you, from one writer!anon to another. I love the trick with the formatting, by the way. So good.
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It's wonderful! Thanx for the PERFECT ENDING...it's end isn't?
Thanx Thanx Thanx! *hug*
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I don't have the words to fully express how much I love this.
♥
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The formatting... The imagery... It was gorgeous.
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