Between the space of a heartbeat the gun shot rang in the air breaking the uncontrollable roars of the crowd. The silence lasted only as long as the smoke from the barrel dissipated before it rose to even greater heights rivaling the calls of the beasts out in the wild. The whole stadium echoed and shuddered with the noise, it trembled from the pounding of feet and fists, and threatened to break open as the crowds’ demand for blood rang higher and higher. Reid ignored the noise, ignored the barely distinguishable shapes encroaching into the cage, he clicked the safety of the gun, never quite forgetting his training, and ran to the figure toppled over exactly thirty-two feet away. He skidded onto the dirt, frantic and desperate as he examined the firm, battered, dark chest underneath. So focused he was it took a minute before he realized a voice called his name, over and over, familiar and with such desperate relief the sensation settled onto his bones. He looked up to find Morgan's dark eyes heavy with emotion burning onto his skin before their gazes locked. Careful and slow Reid slid his hands up Morgan’s chest, curled them around the other mans’ face and shakily released his breath. "A-are you-?" He managed to speak before the raw dryness of his throat forced his to stop. He swallowed but it did nothing to appease the burning pain of inside. "Yeah," Morgan whispered, voice soft but clear. "You did it pretty boy." The praise broke the crippling fear which had gripped Reid from the start and he nodded lowering his head and breathed in Morgans' natural scent. He didn't allow himself the time to cry, that would be later, and instead concentrated on his breaths, on the powering and familiar smell of Morgan, and the beating heart under warm frail human skin. "I've always trusted you." He confessed tone barely a whisper, lips brushing against the dark skin which had become nothing short of home and safety. "And I you." Morgan replied tone just as soft, and breath barely disturbing the top of Reid's hair. They relished the silence between them that turned into the single moment of peace they would get, and simply allowed themselves to be. Later there would be another moment for fighting, for surviving beatings and searching for solace in one another. And they would fight, for survival, for those single perfect moments and fight for the single most perfect truth that bound them and had become their everything; they would fight to continue trusting each other.
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Date: 2014-04-28 06:15 am (UTC)Reid ignored the noise, ignored the barely distinguishable shapes encroaching into the cage, he clicked the safety of the gun, never quite forgetting his training, and ran to the figure toppled over exactly thirty-two feet away.
He skidded onto the dirt, frantic and desperate as he examined the firm, battered, dark chest underneath. So focused he was it took a minute before he realized a voice called his name, over and over, familiar and with such desperate relief the sensation settled onto his bones. He looked up to find Morgan's dark eyes heavy with emotion burning onto his skin before their gazes locked.
Careful and slow Reid slid his hands up Morgan’s chest, curled them around the other mans’ face and shakily released his breath. "A-are you-?" He managed to speak before the raw dryness of his throat forced his to stop. He swallowed but it did nothing to appease the burning pain of inside.
"Yeah," Morgan whispered, voice soft but clear. "You did it pretty boy."
The praise broke the crippling fear which had gripped Reid from the start and he nodded lowering his head and breathed in Morgans' natural scent. He didn't allow himself the time to cry, that would be later, and instead concentrated on his breaths, on the powering and familiar smell of Morgan, and the beating heart under warm frail human skin.
"I've always trusted you." He confessed tone barely a whisper, lips brushing against the dark skin which had become nothing short of home and safety.
"And I you." Morgan replied tone just as soft, and breath barely disturbing the top of Reid's hair.
They relished the silence between them that turned into the single moment of peace they would get, and simply allowed themselves to be. Later there would be another moment for fighting, for surviving beatings and searching for solace in one another.
And they would fight, for survival, for those single perfect moments and fight for the single most perfect truth that bound them and had become their everything; they would fight to continue trusting each other.