We Are Still Here
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M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,133
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Title: ‘We Are Still Here’
Fandom: Matrix (2)
Summary: A man does funny things when he knows he’s going to die. (or) Humanity is ironic like that. (Beta’s choice!)
Pairings: Not anybody you’d recognize.
Rating: Whopping NC-17.
Warnings: Definitely slash, but with hettish moments.
A/N: Orgy!Fic. Oh the horror.
A/N II: Ravalo is like me in that he holds women in the highest esteem and has a great affection for them, but no desire whatsoever. If you’re bothered by that, don’t read it.
A/N III: Five pages of drivel. I’m so ashamed.
BetOh, Oh, somebody – PLEASE beta!)
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The ships were in the harbor.
The council had been called, and it was to meet tonight.
Ravalo tasted destiny rich on the air. He smelled the bright flutter of life before death. He saw final, doomed hope everywhere he looked. Only he could see it, well perhaps a few others could as well. But they were all older.
Ravalo was barely eighteen, and he knew that Zion was nearing it’s peak of failure or production. The air was heavily hung like velvet draperies with whispers, hidden things. Subconsiously, their bodies all knew it. Ravalo’s responded wildly to Tadachuvah’s every night, but the past three it had been frantic, eager to top.
Tadachuvah didn’t mind, although his own urges were heightening as well. Ravalo noticed. He noticed in the corridors, how the young women in their prime smouldered in creative ability, their khol-lined eyes and black lashes lowered to hide the dialation of their pupils cause by his mere prescence.
He smelled the tang of his own sweat, the musk of a woman, a smell he was entirely unfamiliar with. Everythign aroused him, even the shape of the steel platform above the bed at night. He didn’t know what was happening outside Zion, but he knew that inside, their population was about to rise dramatically.
He noticed how many ships came into port, how many families welcomed their crew home. And he knew, as surely as did his body, without that knowledge ever touching his mind. Zion was at an end.
Whether as they knew it or as it was, there was no answer. Ravalo didn’t mind. Tadachuvah would be home soon, and he was still in bed, sticky with the night’s sweat and semen. Tadachuvah was young enough to go more than once a night, like him. At twenty two, Tadachuvah had made a name for himself as a brilliant mechanic.
Ravalo was known for his beauty, for his foresight that rivaled the elder humans with the same gift. It was rare, for his age, to see so far and cleanly. But with all his skills, he was still a man. And he was hard. Again.
Instead of touching himself, Ravalo got up and went into the shower.
Fandom: Matrix (2)
Summary: A man does funny things when he knows he’s going to die. (or) Humanity is ironic like that. (Beta’s choice!)
Pairings: Not anybody you’d recognize.
Rating: Whopping NC-17.
Warnings: Definitely slash, but with hettish moments.
A/N: Orgy!Fic. Oh the horror.
A/N II: Ravalo is like me in that he holds women in the highest esteem and has a great affection for them, but no desire whatsoever. If you’re bothered by that, don’t read it.
A/N III: Five pages of drivel. I’m so ashamed.
BetOh, Oh, somebody – PLEASE beta!)
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The ships were in the harbor.
The council had been called, and it was to meet tonight.
Ravalo tasted destiny rich on the air. He smelled the bright flutter of life before death. He saw final, doomed hope everywhere he looked. Only he could see it, well perhaps a few others could as well. But they were all older.
Ravalo was barely eighteen, and he knew that Zion was nearing it’s peak of failure or production. The air was heavily hung like velvet draperies with whispers, hidden things. Subconsiously, their bodies all knew it. Ravalo’s responded wildly to Tadachuvah’s every night, but the past three it had been frantic, eager to top.
Tadachuvah didn’t mind, although his own urges were heightening as well. Ravalo noticed. He noticed in the corridors, how the young women in their prime smouldered in creative ability, their khol-lined eyes and black lashes lowered to hide the dialation of their pupils cause by his mere prescence.
He smelled the tang of his own sweat, the musk of a woman, a smell he was entirely unfamiliar with. Everythign aroused him, even the shape of the steel platform above the bed at night. He didn’t know what was happening outside Zion, but he knew that inside, their population was about to rise dramatically.
He noticed how many ships came into port, how many families welcomed their crew home. And he knew, as surely as did his body, without that knowledge ever touching his mind. Zion was at an end.
Whether as they knew it or as it was, there was no answer. Ravalo didn’t mind. Tadachuvah would be home soon, and he was still in bed, sticky with the night’s sweat and semen. Tadachuvah was young enough to go more than once a night, like him. At twenty two, Tadachuvah had made a name for himself as a brilliant mechanic.
Ravalo was known for his beauty, for his foresight that rivaled the elder humans with the same gift. It was rare, for his age, to see so far and cleanly. But with all his skills, he was still a man. And he was hard. Again.
Instead of touching himself, Ravalo got up and went into the shower.