Two posts in a row... You'll all get sick of me soon.
Title: Mind Games: Episode 2
Author: jestersnthieves (still me.)
Summary: Well isn't this cozy and awkward?
Spoilers: Ummm Maybe? Alot? At least get up to the Brain Zombies episode.
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe might go up in later chapters...
Pairing: Virgil/Riche
Warnings: Unbeta'd, Slash, Tension, Angst, More than a little Mild but not full out Language(the f word makes it's grand appearance), and some deep Denial on the count of both parties involved
Word Count: 1341
Disclaimer: I do not own Static Shock. Yes it sucks to be me. Let's move on.
Distribution: Go for it, but let me know, please.
Author’s Notes: I'm so going to become a post hoe at the rate I type. (I prefer posting enthusiast) Episode 1 is like 1 post down but out of habit here's the link.
Episode 1: http://community.livejournal.com/the_gas_station/162265.html
Virgil now stared at his living room ceiling. It was about four in the morning. The knowledge He was up there, in his bed, sound asleep was alluring. But he was a superhero. He could control himself and thus the sleeping on the couch. He was reevaluating his life and that required no distractions. At first he’d shrugged it off as teenage hormones, in the heat of the moment letting out a slip of something insubstantial. Emotions had been running high from the fight, their adrenaline from the patrol and wrestling couldn’t have helped either. It had to be a fluke.. But as the night wore on Virgil’s sudden recognition of his friend’s... Appeal caused him to abandon his own bed as an act of conscience. He could no longer avoid it. He was gay for his best friend. He only could think about Richie lying there next to him. Close enough to touch, breathing the air he breathed, just breathing. He had wanted to reach out and touch him. His fingers twitched and hands trembled at the thought. It took all his strength to leave his room. All his will to go down the stairs and set up camp on the couch. This overwhelming need to protect him, to keep him all to himself, which is basically what the chaining him up idea had been. Lost in thought he didn’t hear someone pad down the stairs, “Virgil? That you?” He jumped, his father walking around the sofa to sit at the end near his feet. “What are you doing up at this late hour? Couldn’t sleep?”
“Nope. You?”
“Nope...”
“Dad... How can you tell if someone is gay?” It just kind of came out. And Robert’s eyes widened in surprise. Then they were filled with amusement.
“You’re up contemplating the mysteries of human sexuality?” He chuckled a little.
“Something like that.”
“It’s not an easy thing to see, Virgil. Especially if they don’t notice it themselves.”
“Hmm…” He stared back up at the ceiling…
Pops chuckled again, patting his son’s foot, “Go back to bed, Virgil.”
“Fine. But you shouldn’t encourage me.” He stood before he could regret saying it, and went up the stairs, his father watching him the whole way.
“Lord, help him. He‘s figured it out.” He chuckled then he went to the kitchen and made some coffee. He had a lot to think about.
Upstairs, Virgil got to his door and looked around. Really LOOKED. An orange glow from the street light outside filled the room. The clothes strung about on the floor were half Richie’s from the past few MONTHS. Comic books, also Richie’s. The green toothbrush in the bathroom and the blue mug on the counter downstairs. Hell, Rich had his own pillow on his bed. He slept in the same bed, he hung out with no one else anymore, he could finish Richie’s sentences, he knew Richie’s bizarre little habits and quirks, he knew exactly what to say to get him to laugh or scream. Virgil slid in next to Richie, keeping a good space between them. Acceptance, flooded him as he stared at his friend and partner, feeling the need to sleep overwhelm him. It was to late to think straight anymore. It would be funny if he didn’t think it was so utterly pathetic and cliché. He sighed softly. As his mind began to relax. Richie rolled over a little, curling up into a ball very VERY close to Virgil, his head snuggled under Virgil’s chin and a hand clenching at the black youth’s pajama’s. “Shit.”
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Richie didn’t expect to wake up this way. Not that he was complaining, of course. It felt fantastic. He was on his side of the bed- sort of- nearest the wall because he migrated in his sleep while Virgil was a solid wall, unmoving and keeping him from the floor. It was the position that was new. Usually, Virgil faced the desk across the room, he‘d always don this. Before Richie slept over. This morning however, and much to Richie’s embarrassment, Vee was facing him. Not just facing him but holding him. The blonde’s face had been pressed right to his chest and a dark skinned arm was draped lazily but firmly around his waist. Richie’s breath hitched as he realized their situation. Oh snap. Slowly, as not to awaken him, Richie gripped the other teen’s arm the only thing in his mind was to keep this from being awkward. It was thick as a tree nowadays, his arm. All rippling muscles. He was lucky his friend was the deep sleeper. He scooted back a little, lightly setting the arm between himself and his friend, and closed his eyes. Pretending to sleep. He recomposed himself as he felt his friend begin to waken. He really liked the feel of Virgil’s arms. That strong protective security that they induced made him feel... He could feel his friend’s stare through his eye lids when his friend stirred. It took all his will to keep his breathing shallow and keep the blush from creeping up to his face. Something brushed his face lightly then poked his forehead. “Wha?” He said sleepily.
“Morning.” His friend said. Ruffling his hair and giving him a big goofy grin. Rich smiled back. “Or should I say afternoon?”
“What time is it?”
“Three.”
“And you beat me up?” He asked innocently.
“Yeah, weird since you beat me to bed.”
“What can I say, I was comfy.” Virgil’s grin faltered a second. And Richie frowned as Virgil went on.
“There’s a fine line between sleep and a coma.” he looked at his watch, “And I think you crossed that your tenth hour into it.” he stood stretched and made his way across the room, maneuvering around the debris on his floor. He hesitated before exiting turning back and looking at him. The look on his face was unrecognizable. It was almost.... Pained? Virgil then turned and left the room. He’d been acting weird last night too. Ever since their wrestling match, which he could still close his eyes and see Virgil above him, looking at him like- Richie shook the thought away. This was unhealthy. He put up the mental wall to keep those thoughts at bay. The toilet flushed and Virgil entered his room again, “Sharon’s attempting to cook again. She’ll never learn.” Virgil sat on his computer chair and scooted forward. “We’re cool, right, Rich?”
That’s when Richie remembered they’d fought, “Oh... Yeah. We’re cool. I should have known you were just worried about me. It’s just we don’t usually fight about it. I’ll try and be more careful. I know how much trouble I can be.”
“You’re no trouble at all.” He said with a grin. Richie blushed, despite himself. “I never mind saving you.”
“Well, I just wish it wasn’t always me in critical danger!” he said, embarrassed.
“What about that first time you were Gear? Then it was me in danger and you had my back.”
“I sick of being the fucking damsel!" Virgil’s eyes went wide, and Richie covered his mouth. Richie Foley cursed! He felt himself get redder. He never cursed. It just didn’t sound right from him.
“You said fuck! It was so adorable! That pretty little mouth said a dirty word!” Virgil laughed playfully. That made him redder. Was he... Flirting with him? No… No, he wasn’t… But still…
“Shut up.” He growled and threw a pillow at his friend’s head. That’s when Backpack went off. And Richie grabbed for his helmet.
“What is it?”
He could feel his face pale, “Madeline Spalding escaped from prison again. She apparently possessed a guard... She remembers... Everything.”
“Shit!” They said it at the same time. They looked at each other.
“She doesn’t know you’re Gear. What are you cursing for?”
“Because she can get in my head. She’ll figure it out. And there’s a LOT more up there since the last time she was in it.” Like his lusty fantasies about a certain best friend.
“Good point. She can’t really get in mine.”
“I have a bad feeling about this Vee.”
“Me too.” Backpack beeped again.
“Hotstreak. Down on Fourth and Redfield.”
“Shit. I’ll take Madeline, you take Hotstreak.”
“No, remember what happened last time I went up against him by myself? You’re the one telling me to be more careful.” Virgil winced. That had been his idea too. “Why not just forget Madeline until she tries something? Backpack doesn’t even know where she is.”
Virgil frowned, “Fine.”
“Let’s move out.” As they changed into costume, Richie did his best to focus on his and not Virgil’s, as he pulled it on. That tight black shirt- “I’ll fly ahead.” He said climbing out of the window and out of the house.
“I’m coming!” He called, pulling the jacket on as he flew to catch up. Richie stifled a giggle. They dealt with Hotstreak, three bank robberies and a car jacking they ran into on the way home. By that night as the trudged into the gas station, they’d completely forgotten about Madeline.
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Madeline Spalding grinned evilly as Richie and Virgil came out of the gas station walking home. She was staying out of the blondie’s mind for now, playing this close to the cuff. Revenge can’t be taken in haste as her favorite musical would sing. No, she’d take this nice and slow. Her powers had been redeveloped, in fact, they were better than ever. Now her possessed victims didn’t look like Zombies. She could even put her mind completely in someone else. Virgil would pay with the thing he held closest... Literally. Then she’d take back up her plans to conquer the city. Static was going down. Slowly, she followed as not to be seen by the pair. She knew Richie was Gear, without reading his mind. It was so obvious, she was surprised no one else caught on. Then again, the public was easily swayed and distracted. That’s why she should have been class president. She had vision, she had brains, she just wasn’t all that popular. The duo went into what she was pretty sure was Virgil’s house. She smiled, “It won’t be long now.”