Boys Will Be Boys (BXB GAY ONESHOTS)

Goldie Pt. 1

Pairing: NBADurk (a classic)

Plot: In which a cyborg seeks vengeance on the person who killed his Goldie.

Genre: Angst 

WARNING: CONSISTS OF SHORT PARTS

He was like a dream, when his fingers caressed my skin for once- for once in my whole life... I felt alive. His appearance? Irresistible. From those warm brown eyes I swam in to the tenderness of his pink lips. He smiled like an angel but as soon as his body hit that dull stained mattress, he turned into a demon. A demon just for me. Must have been in the charity business, too. Giving an ugly ass sinner like me the time of my pathetic life. We collapsed in each other's embrace, marinated by the other's sweat and serenaded by the rhythmic way our chests rise and fall with breath. Me on my back, the big lug I am, he small and tender curled in my arm.

The safest place in the world.

Should have been anyways.

The croaking of the hotel's old digital alarm wakes me. Its noise sends my processors into overdrive. Grunting, low and dull, my hand reaches out and slams into the cheap plastic thing.

It shatters. Damn, hope I ain't gonna pay for that shit. Humming, I throw my legs over the side of the bed, my breath jotting in my chest as my left foot registers the coldest of the tile beneath me. Last night is just one of those fast moving blurs, hell almost every night is just one of those fast moving blurs. I groan, it rattles in my chest. Elbows on my thighs, hunched over, my fingers tackling in my dreads; both flesh and metal.

If I close my eyes and if I just focus hard and block out the rest of the world for a little bit.. ah.. there they are. The memories. One after the other they come rolling in. Ben, Tyquian and I and the cheap bar with even cheaper drinks. The lousy food and the thick smoke and how it filled the room and hang stale in the air. I never get much attention anymore, not like I used it. If I ever used to at all. Just a freak in the corner watching my friends have fun until this angel waltzes over my way and asks if I wanted to dance. Our bodies are a puzzle, complete and tuck. We rock and sway to a beat all our own and by the time he's done, I'm hooked. Hooked and too hopeful to have common sense. I ask if he wants to get out of there and he just kisses me. He could have threw that cheap beer right into the metal parts of my face that make me a freak. But he didn't. He just holds onto me like if his fingertips should ever stop beckoning my skin i might disappear and leave him alone forever.

Next. This cheap hotel room. All a loser like me can afford. It's in the rough part of town and yet he keeps trailing kisses along my jawline like he hasn't a care in the world. Not just the skin either, his body heat ticks my internal sensors; he's kissing along the metal as well. He makes me feel like a man again. Handsome, sexy, needed and wanted. The feelings, they are so welcomed. I haven't felt like this before the incident-

"S-say mane.. I ain't did none of that-"
"Shh.. shh.." he hissed, sharp and serious. Which didn't match at all the grin curving his widening lips. "It won't hurt a bit-"

Shake. Shake. Shake. Shaking my head faster and faster until my processors emit a low hum and the vision around my right 'eye' goes hazy around the edges. And the bad memories fade. And all I can think of is the touch of this angel caressing and kissing my body until I'm whole again.

What happens next?

Ah yeah, after our love I fall back and he curls up... I turn my head, my lips are all flesh even if the inside of my mouth isn't. The flesh is soft and posable, it moves and stretches like skin should. My eyes settle on his form. He's just as beautiful as I remember.. but something's wrong. His eyes are wide and focused at the ceiling, his mouth is twisted and his chest isn't moving. I jump up and yank the blankets off.