Title: Reflect On This (was untitled for all of ten minutes *lol*)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: slash, oneshot.
Disclaimer: I have a unicorn in my backyard. This is FAKE! It'd be hell trippy if it weren't *lol*
Author's Note: I had to delete and repost cause my computer is lame when it wants to be.
My first slash in a long time, so please be warned it could be a bit sloppy. And I know it's not the Frerard I promised, but it's better. Seriously I also wasn't going to post it, but Jay said I should. So here we are...and no, I'm not telling you the pairing, you'll have to find out (yes, it involves William Beckett ). Oh yes, realisation hit afterwards that it's slightly similar to a fic on MCRF by Lica...but errr. I'm chosing to ignore it as I truly hadn't thought of it when I wrote it, nor was i influenced by the other fic. And as they say, no idea is original (I feel slightly bad, but have been told not to *sigh*) I will shut up now!
SLASH Don't say I didnt warn you.
Edit: Thanks for moving it It won't happen again *lol*
*****
William smoothed his hands down his front, shifting from right to left, taking in his reflection. “I would so fuck you.” He stated softly, smirking before raking a hand through his hair and turning his back on the mirror.
“Then let me.”
It was said so quietly, almost a whisper that could have been mistaken for murmuring in the next room; if not for the fact that it was his own voice.
A frown marked his generally smooth features as he glanced hesitantly over his shoulder, blanching at the sight that greeted him.
There he was, hands on hips, an evil grin etched across those lips that he took such pride in keeping so luscious.
As if to prove it to himself that he was indeed seeing, and hearing things; he glanced down to where his hands rested unmoving at his sides and he was quite sure he wasn’t grinning like a lunatic…not to mention he wasn’t actually facing the mirror.
Wow.
Maybe he was still drunk.
But he quickly dismissed that idea when he remembered his last drink was a few days ago, and he certainly wasn’t wasted.
Unless it was some super drug that only took effect after days of seeping into the blood stream and…”hey pretty boy, I believe I just propositioned you.”
William’s eyes shot up from staring at his limp hands to the wall in front of him before he slowly turned around and eyed the form that had taken control of his mirror.
He was sure that if he could see himself in reality now that he’d look shocked, not to mention absolutely terrified.
There was only one problem.
This was reality.
Fuck.
“Uh…but…you’re…me. No…This isn’t possible.” He stuttered, taking a backwards step and nearly tripping over his own feet.
As if it were possible, the vision in the mirror grinned even more manically. Do I really look that evil? The thought vanished as the grin he was questioning faded into an almost seductive smile, eyes softening as his reflection lifted a hand and gestured between them, “think of me as your more…sensual side. You know I’d be great…”
William’s eyes widened as he watched himself slowly begin to unbutton his red shirt, milky skin peeking out from behind the colour. He found his own hand begin to creep up his torso, fingering the buttons of the material covering him absently.
Maybe I’ve finally lost it…
“No…not yet anyway.” His reflection said softly, “you probably will if you don’t let me out every now and then though. Do you have any idea how dull you’ve become lately?” William raised an eyebrow at this, awaiting his voice to grace his ears once again. He really needed to work on sounding more masculine. “Honestly, you’ve let yourself go. When was the last time you actually got laid?”
“You would know, wouldn’t you?” William replied, shaking his head slightly and rolling his eyes when he realised he’d just spoken to himself, really actually spoken to himself. “Nuts.”
His gaze landed on the floor, determined to stay there for one minute; and when he looked up again he’d discover that he was seeing himself as he was now. Standing near his bed, confused and maybe a bit shaky. The real him.
That hope vanished as soon as he spotted a pair of feet in front of him, wearing his boots. His jeans. And that was definitely, definitely his midriff his eyes just landed on. I really am skinny.
Knees suddenly weak, he took the few steps back to the bed he hadn’t slept in yet and sat down, glancing warily at the mirror to find; to his dismay. No reflection at all.
Life imitating art really sucks.
Long fingers grazed his cheek, pushing his messy hair out of his eyes. Reluctantly he looked up into his own face, surprised to find he really was beautiful in every form of the word...in a haunted sort of way. “Tell me you’ve never wanted to watch yourself, and I’ll disappear back into the looking glass and you can forget I ever stepped foot out of it.” His voice was steady, eyes probing, watching his real form swallow and let out a shallow breath.
He really was curious about those facial expressions.
His mind battled a war of it’s own as he considered it. This was too weird, maybe it was all a dream and he’d wake up confused and wonder what the fuck it all meant.
But it felt real, the touch of fingers on skin was real. And soon enough the touch of lips on lips was real as well. His reflection lightly moistened his lips with a gentle swipe of his tongue, mouth opening instantly to explore the depths of his own wet cavern.
This is so fucking weird.
Lips parted and breathing was hitched. It had to be real. Because that was a kiss, and there was more than one breathing pattern in the room. William looked up at himself in bewilderment. Could he really do it? Would he actually consider it?
The answer was definitely yes. Because if anyone knew how to satisfy him, he did.
Soon enough he found himself pushed back on to the bed, dragging himself further up the mattress and then watching curiously as his other form crawled up his legs and settled for straddling his hips.
He hesitated for a moment before placing his hands on his waist. Slowly moving them to his stomach before finishing the job of undoing the buttons of the shirt and sliding the material from graceful arms; only to see it disappear over the edge of the mattress seconds later.
His eyes drank in the sight before him, the shirtless version of himself staring down just as intently before it decided to act.
Slender fingers flicked out to unbutton the garment of clothing that was stopping this from being an even keel. Skin was exposed inch by inch, as the one straddling the other leant down and started to lick and nip at the perfect canvas before him. Hips shifted causing a groan to emit from the throat of the one currently receiving love bites.
The reflection smirked as the noise lingered about the room, stopping abruptly and moving up to hover directly above William’s face. At this point in time, William was currently staring up at the ceiling, a combination of horror and curiosity on his face.
Maybe this really was just too weird.
Hearing himself make noises brought the reality crashing to his brain. This simply, could not be real.
Yet here he was looking up at himself again; a bored expression plastered on the face of the one above him. “You really need to stop thinking and just take this for what it is. Guaranteed satisfaction.”
William’s eyebrows came together and his reflection sighed, was he always this difficult?
His head ducked and he captured the lips of his unsure partner, forcing his way into his mouth and grinding his hips down into the other.
The air surrounding them was practically buzzing when they parted, both of them panting and just staring at each other. A smile began to take form on William’s lips and he sat up, forcing his reflection back on to the mattress before beginning to undo his jeans.
If he was going to do this, it was going to be done properly. Hard and fast. None of this foreplay bullshit.
The bonus of this way was of course his thoughts would turn to mush much more quickly and he could enjoy himself...in every sense of the word.
His other half seemed to get the picture as he began to attack the garment on the other man that was currently being removed from his body. He knew for a fact that he wasn’t wearing any underwear, which made the situation all the more interesting.
Once they were both completely devoid of clothes, William found himself staring as his reflection knelt before him. It was one thing checking yourself out in a mirror; but it was completely something else being able to see and touch yourself as if you would another.
The only thing to work out was who was doing who.
Another evil smirk passed his way before he once again found himself face up on the mattress, staring at the ceiling. Then he saw himself hovering, his face coming closer and closer until he moved his head to the side and heard the whispered words, “you’re experiencing yourself, remember?”
A long, languid kiss lulled William into a sense of contentment; all concerns forgotten as he felt hands trailing down his torso and drifting to the inside of his thigh. Slender fingers teased him, rubbing against him gently before squeezing; the tip of a thumb running over the head of his cock made him jolt involuntarily.
The movements stopped at this and William was about to whine about it when he felt the body above leave completely; his eyes glided over to focus on himself grabbing something from the bedside table. Vague recognition registered in his brain as the snap of a lid being flicked off and the squelch of a gel like substance being squeezed out of a tube reached his ears.
Definitely no playing around then.
He looked down to find himself as hard as he could be given the sudden coldness surrounding him. It was soon replaced by warmth as a body was once again near him, sliding his legs apart and fitting themselves like a jigsaw puzzle between them with one leg suspended on their shoulder. He tensed as he felt delicate fingers moving around to probe his entrance, one slipping in easily with the help of the cold lube. A whispered promise that it would soon warm up and a second finger being inserted made William whimper and squirm. Scissoring of the digits followed and the hand was removed allowing him to momentarily relax, barely noticing the other shuffling to line himself up.
But he sure as hell noticed when he plunged into his body in one painful thrust.
Crying out and clinging to the bedsheets he could practically feel his other self roll his eyes and he definitely heard the mutterings that he couldn’t quite make out. Seconds passed and he felt his body calming again before movement picked up.
His ‘reflection’ took his time in finding a perfect rhythm, sliding in and out so agonisingly slowly that William felt like taking matters in to his own hands. Fingers grazed his now bent leg, moving upwards to his abdomen and gliding across his stomach; the steady slap of skin meeting skin sounding throughout the room. Laboured breathing soon joining in as they both got into the moment.
William marvelled at how much of himself he could feel. He could sense the ridges and throbbing of his own cock inside him, feel himself harden ever so slightly as the pace picked up and the thrusts soon coming out of time. His stomach tensed and squirmed, not wanting to feel what he was; but at the same time utterly consumed by it.
His hand reached down to stroke his hard-on, smearing pre-come down his length to make the movements smoother and easier. Eyes closed as he gave in to the pleasure; back arching and breathing scratchy. His free hand rested on the shoulders of his other form feeling the slippery sheen of sweat as his fingers moved to the back of his neck and laced in his damp hair.
They were so close; he wanted to taste himself again.
Shifting ever so slightly made all the difference, and before he could pull the other to him for another mind shattering kiss he found himself crying out and stars flashing behind his eyes as his stomach muscles clenched; his body was surely never going to recover from this episode as his body became one great fireball of ecstasy, semen spilling over his hand and onto his exposed skin. He’d barely recovered before he felt his other explode inside him, the hot sticky substance spilling to drip down on to the sheets.
His reflection allowed himself to collapse on top of him. Capturing lips and tongue in a kiss that was more to confirm to William that this had just happened. Then he was staggering up and off the bed, pulling his clothes back on and wordlessly walked towards the mirror.
BEEEEEEEEP!
“Aaaargh!” William sat bolt upright in bed and glared at his alarm clock that decided to shatter the peaceful silence of the pre-dawn gloom. He switched it off and turned on the bedside lamp, looking about himself and sighing with relief, and perhaps a little disappointment as he realised he must have been dreaming.
Sliding out of bed, he shuffled towards the bathroom and washed his face, drying himself off with a towel before eyeing his reflection in the mirror. A smile came to his face as he shook his head, whispered an “as if” and made to turn away.
Slight movement caught his attention and his eyes flicked back to the mirror; he has so not just winked. He was sure of it. “Stop imagining things.” He mentally slapped himself and walked out of the room; leaving it in total darkness.
“You were so tight…”
sorry so late but Verified 9/28/07 _________________
Why do I have the feeling I read this on Mibba????
Should I be completely confused? Because I am *lol*
Thanks guys. Haha, Jay...pffft. It's not that good, and it certainly doesn't help I've written a grand total of one paragraph over the last few months >.< _________________
^confused about Mibba? I've never been to that site, if that's what you mean. I read Lica's one shot that was kinda like this, but like you said, no idea is really original. Lol, I guess there are others just as wonderfully pervy as you, lmao. _________________
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I also wasn't going to post it, but Jay said I should. So here we are...and no, I'm not telling you the pairing, you'll have to find out (yes, it involves William Beckett 
). Oh yes, realisation hit afterwards that it's slightly similar to a fic on MCRF by Lica...but errr. I'm chosing to ignore it as I truly hadn't thought of it when I wrote it, nor was i influenced by the other fic. And as they say, no idea is original 
(I feel slightly bad, but have been told not to *sigh*) I will shut up now!
It won't happen again *lol*
