Odd, isn't it, the way Basco's rubbing against him. Almost like a cat would do when seeking affection. He even follows through in lifting his hand away from Joe's throat, and the first clear, unobstructed breath lights a small spark somewhere behind Joe's eyes. Waking him up a little, such as it is. He blinks, two, three times and things come back into focus. The rest of the room, for one. Joe remembers that he and Basco aren't just... drifting through space, particularly not separated by the crucial insurmountable distance between any two objects beyond event horizon.
It was all a silly metaphor anyway, Joe realizes as he starts to breathe normally again. There's still a ragged quality to each inhalation, he wonders if there's been some kind of permanent damage done. How much permanent damage does Basco intend to do, anyway? Doesn't he intend to kill him? He killed Marvelous, didn't he?
He claimed to.
No, he claimed to have... taken care of Marvelous. Ruin him. Not conclusive, and also possibly all a lie.
There's a hand at his hand, gently loosening his death grip on the chain, nuzzling there too. Again, Joe is reminded of a cat.
Maybe Basco just needs affection. Does he get it, ever? Has he ever? Probably from Marvelous, once upon a time, judging the way the pair of them acted around each other. But now, how lonely must Basco be, forever forsaking anyone if it stood to gain him something superior?
Joe understands the need for affection, certainly.
A shaky gasp escapes his lips when Basco's hand directs his own, down, and the question is posed while Joe's fingers splay over his own cock, almost curiously.
Do you want me.
Faced with what he is still sure is imminent death, Joe is able to view the question from a purely subjective standpoint. Does he want him? Not necessarily as he is, this unfamiliar breed of kaijin that may or may not even be compatible with what Joe knows about sexual relations (which is certainly not a lot, all things considered). But somewhere, beneath that armor, or perhaps sometimes on top of it (he's not sure which) is still the Basco face that Marvelous knew. That he mostly used to negotiate. Why was that? Was one part of him more easily controlled than the other?
Too many questions, not enough answers. But the truth remains that Basco is still Basco, whichever guise he's currently wearing. For all Joe knows, Basco might be a shape shifter properly, these might just be two faces of an entire arsenal of possibilities. Doesn't negate the fact that the face that Basco uses most often is...
Attractive.
Full lips, shining eyes. Freckles, of all things. Not constructed. Somehow, naturally, that face still belongs to Basco.
And Joe has to admit, to himself in a breathy whisper, maybe not even audible to Basco's ears, that yeah, he wouldn't really be adverse to... Basco, in that way.
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Date: 2012-05-17 06:05 pm (UTC)It was all a silly metaphor anyway, Joe realizes as he starts to breathe normally again. There's still a ragged quality to each inhalation, he wonders if there's been some kind of permanent damage done. How much permanent damage does Basco intend to do, anyway? Doesn't he intend to kill him? He killed Marvelous, didn't he?
He claimed to.
No, he claimed to have... taken care of Marvelous. Ruin him. Not conclusive, and also possibly all a lie.
There's a hand at his hand, gently loosening his death grip on the chain, nuzzling there too. Again, Joe is reminded of a cat.
Maybe Basco just needs affection. Does he get it, ever? Has he ever? Probably from Marvelous, once upon a time, judging the way the pair of them acted around each other. But now, how lonely must Basco be, forever forsaking anyone if it stood to gain him something superior?
Joe understands the need for affection, certainly.
A shaky gasp escapes his lips when Basco's hand directs his own, down, and the question is posed while Joe's fingers splay over his own cock, almost curiously.
Do you want me.
Faced with what he is still sure is imminent death, Joe is able to view the question from a purely subjective standpoint. Does he want him? Not necessarily as he is, this unfamiliar breed of kaijin that may or may not even be compatible with what Joe knows about sexual relations (which is certainly not a lot, all things considered). But somewhere, beneath that armor, or perhaps sometimes on top of it (he's not sure which) is still the Basco face that Marvelous knew. That he mostly used to negotiate. Why was that? Was one part of him more easily controlled than the other?
Too many questions, not enough answers. But the truth remains that Basco is still Basco, whichever guise he's currently wearing. For all Joe knows, Basco might be a shape shifter properly, these might just be two faces of an entire arsenal of possibilities. Doesn't negate the fact that the face that Basco uses most often is...
Attractive.
Full lips, shining eyes. Freckles, of all things. Not constructed. Somehow, naturally, that face still belongs to Basco.
And Joe has to admit, to himself in a breathy whisper, maybe not even audible to Basco's ears, that yeah, he wouldn't really be adverse to... Basco, in that way.