"Ouch...damn it!!"
It's not a good idea to attempt to walk while
you are trying to untangle yourself out of a sopping wet sweater, Peter
concluded ruefully as he leaned down to rub the tender spot on his shin.
His eyes drifted toward the offending garment
lying discarded at his feet. Waves
of sorrow suddenly began to flow through the lithe body, until Peter's knees
collapsed under him; he sank onto a convenient mattress.
I guess I do need you to dress me big guy,
Peter concluded as he leaned down to retrieve the abandoned garment. His mind became swamped with memories of happier times, as he
used the sweater to muffle his quiet sobs.
"God, this day just sucks the big one, ya
know?" A weary voice emanated from behind Egon, who was examining the
contents of a shopping bag lying at his feet. Egon turned to behold the tired
demeanor of his friend, who was trying without success to remove himself from a
recalcitrant silk tie.
The tie is winning, Egon silently concluded
with an amused grin. The knot only
seemed to increase in size as the epic struggle continued for several minutes,
until Peter finally groaned in frustration; he then decided to attempt to tug
the tie over his head.
By this time Egon was chuckling quietly doing a
very poor job of concealing his amusement from the observant green eyes.
When he realized that his endeavors were
proving to be fruitless, Peter looked into the amused eyes of the man seated on
the couch and grinned ruefully. He
let go of the tie and shrugged his shoulders--as the ends dangled in his face.
Egon laughed aloud at the ludicrous sight. He stuffed the article of clothing
further into the bag, making sure that it was obscured from view by the
abundant, fuchsia tissue paper. "Come here, before you hurt yourself."
Egon patted the cushion beside him as he gestured his friend over to himself.
As he began to untangle the tight knot, Egon
muttered, "What did you do to this thing...sometimes I wonder how you ever
got dressed before I came along, Dr. Venkman."
"Well, I was always more concerned with
undressing than dressing, Spengs." Egon looked up into humor-filled, exotic
green eyes before rolling his eyes heavenward as he attempted to free his
friend.
When the knot finally slipped loose, Egon used
his grip on the ends of the tie to gently pull Peter closer to him, before he
kissed the soft lips. "You taste like pecans." Egon murmured as he
concluded the pleasant interlude.
Peter was always on a perpetual diet; his
experience training for the football team and the need to keep in top physical
condition for busting insured that the health conscious man rarely indulged in
sweets or fatty foods. Except for
pecans--those were his proverbial Achilles heel. Whenever Peter was under great
emotional stress, he couldn't resist buying the hot nuts from New York street
vendors. Many of them knew him by
name. If the initial tension and stress on his lover's face hadn't been enough
to clue him in, the lingering taste of pecans and honey would have informed him
that Peter was in serious need of pampering.
"It must have been a trying day," he
surmised as concerned blue eyes studied the other man intently.
Peter responded to the entreaty by moaning in
disappointment as he leaned toward Egon, attempting to continue the kiss.
Egon evaded the inviting lips by leaning back as he simultaneously
reached down--until his groping hand looped around the handle of the shopping
bag. He thrust the bag onto the
other man's lap, without taking his eyes off the emerald ones.
Watching the expressive features, he easily
recognized when disappointment was replaced with surprise.
Egon settled into the corner of the couch to enjoy the spectacle in front
of him--Peter's reaction to his gift.
Hesitantly, Peter picked up the package and
began to examine it--turning the bag and shaking it gently before he asked,
"Is this for me?" Startled green eyes looked up into the deep blue
ones studying him over the rims of Egon's descending glasses.
Egon smiled gently and nodded, indicating that
the present was for him.
"It's not my birthday?!"
Peter stared into the beloved face, into the
eyes filled with an unceasing supply of love for him and sighed in contentment.
It always made his breath catch when he witnessed that look of adoration in
Egon's eyes. Peter had never felt
so...safe and secure until he had discovered this extraordinary man's love for
him. "Why did you do this, big guy?"
"It's quite simple really. My impulsive actions can be attributed to three logical
reasons to be precise." Egon smiled in contentment as he witnessed the
childlike zeal that Peter exhibited once he was certain that the present was for
him. He was eagerly tossing the
tissue paper out of the bag and reaching in to remove the present while Egon
explained, "One, because I love you-which is really the most important
reason."
The physicist held out a finger as he made each
point of his argument while Peter slowly removed the garment from the shopping
bag.
Until Peter had come into his life, there had
been very little humor and love in Egon's existence.
He had escaped the isolation by spending most of his free time in labs.
Then, in college, he had the fortunate luck of meeting Peter Venkman.
Egon's eyes were glued to the expressions that
radiated from the psychologist's eyes. Egon
knew that he psychologist's deprived childhood hadn't contained many
opportunities for presents and Egon had vowed to make up for that, although he
would never admit that to Peter.
The juxtaposition that existed within this man
had always fascinated the physicist-- on one side was the razor-sharp wit,
extraordinary intelligence, and a well-honed knowledge of the world and human
nature that always astonished him, while the other side contained a sensitive
heart, a thoughtfulness and an ability to love wholeheartedly. Both aspects of the man were combined into the individual who
had stolen Egon's heart effortlessly.
"Two, because as exasperating as you can
be--and you can be very exasperating, it hurts me to see that look of
disappointment in your eyes when that...reprobate fails to live up to your
expectations."
Peter was unfolding the wool garment and held
it up in front of himself to examine it. "It's a green sweater." Peter
stated as he ran a hand reverently over the soft material of the thick sweater.
"It most certainly is not *green*...how
mundane a description." Egon sniffed in disdain as he pushed the sliding
frames back into place. "Anyone with even the most rudimentary
observational skills would have noted the swirling hues of greens’ resemblance
to malachite." Egon's voice reverberated with
mock outrage, as he watched Peter's reactions closely. Clearing his
throat, he hesitantly concluded, "The differing shades of green reminded
me…of…your eyes."
Startled emerald eyes turned toward him and
Egon felt his cheeks heat up under the intense stare.
Peter leaned toward his embarrassed friend and kissed him lingeringly on
his full lips, to ease the embarrassment.
When the embrace ended, Peter face remained
close to the blond man's; so close that he could feel the other man's warm
breath on his face. Peter softly
replied, "So...you bought me
this sweater because it reminded you of a rock?" Peter smiled impishly at
his friend to break the tension. "Swell." Leaning in he kissed the
soft lips once more before he leaned back and began to examine the swirls of
green that adorned the sweater.
"Well...I will admit, I have wondered on
occasion if your head was made of rocks, so the comparison seemed apt. You are
capable of being the most stubborn and unreasonable human being that I have ever
encountered." Egon laughed uncontrollably when he beheld the look of mock
outrage on Peter's gaze. Peter
stuck out his tongue before he joined the laughter and the lines of tension and
anger seemed to melt off of his face.
Egon's hand reached around the energetic man's
neck to draw the body toward his, until they were side by side. He began to run his fingers through the silky hair as he
murmured, "Don't complain. I could have said that it reminded me of the
mold growing in the grout work." Gasps of laughter escaped from the other
man as he tried to catch his breath. Egon smiled in satisfaction.
Peter was always difficult to reach when he was
hurt, especially when the injury was one of long duration. Egon had mentally dubbed these moods "Peter's snapping
turtle mode". Even after years of love and trust, the man would sometimes
fall back on his old method of dealing with emotional stress--drawing into
himself to hide the hurt behind a confident and humorous facade or a barrage of
sarcastic remarks.
In college, Egon had quickly learned to
recognize Peter's evasions and his attempts to mask his true feelings behind the
confident persona. In time, he had learned that Peter would only open up only
when he felt safe and cherished; Egon had made it his life's ambition to provide
the dark-haired man with all the love and trust that he was capable of.
His attempts had provided him with a friendship that eventually developed
into an immeasurable love that he had come to depend on.
When Egon had initially recognized the signs of
tension in his friend's posture, he had concluded that his impulsive gift had
been well timed. Unfortunately. Perhaps it had been a psychic premonition,
unconsciously clueing him in to his soul mate's distress.
The hypothesis would be something to consider and test at a later date,
but for right now Peter needed him.
Egon reached over with the other hand and began
to fold the sweater. "So, was I correct?"
"Yeah, he pulled a patented "Charlie Special ".
I waited there, for two hours, looking like a dope...filling up on bread
and butter." Peter leaned his head onto the comfortable shoulder, basking
under the tender ministrations. "Why do I keep doing it to myself...am I a
masochist or something?"
"No. You are just a son, hoping to
establish a normal relationship with your father, who is far from normal. The
fact that you always forgive that--words escape me." Egon shoved his
glasses into place, and cleared his throat. "You are an extraordinary man,
Dr. Venkman."
Words of anger burned on Egon's tongue, but he
swallowed them. Egon hated the way that Charlie callously rejected his son's
devotion. Peter always forgave the man's unpardonable behavior, so it wasn't his
place to influence his friend. Egon was willing to just sit back and marvel at
the unending supply of forgiveness that Peter possessed.
Even when he failed to make the appointment
visit that he had arranged with his son, Peter forgave him.
It's his loss,
Egon finally concluded as he tucked his chin over the dark haired man's head. Ohh,
the things that I am going to say to that slimy weasel, whenever he deems to
make an appearance, Egon vowed as he rubbed his cheek on Peter's soft
hair.
"What's the third reason?" The soft
inquiry startled him from his thoughts. Egon
glanced down into the intense green eyes and sighed. Peter's hair was rumpled
from his fingers and his cheeks still retained a rosy hue from the cold January
temperatures. Passion and arousal replaced the feelings of concern as he stared
at the man in his arms.
"Three," Egon began to kiss his way
up the strong jaw, tasting the smooth skin as he slowly progressed toward
Peter's ear, "so that I could have the pleasure if undressing you…"
Reaching the delectable earlobe, he traced the soft skin with his tongue before
he drew it into his mouth to gently suck on it.
Peter groaned in approval. "...once
I get you in it."
A hand turned the beloved face toward him,
until he could reach the inviting mouth. His
mouth descended hungrily, as his tongue ravaged the moist interior. Egon felt
his focus narrow until all he could register was the increasing heat and arousal
flowing through his body. He used his body to nudge the other man backward until
he lay on top of him.
Peter ended the kiss when the need for oxygen
overcame his need for more pleasure. Gulping in a lungful of air, he whispered,
"What…would I do…without you…big guy?"
"You'd probably…do yourself some
grievous injury…." Egon paused to softly nibble the soft flesh of Peter's
neck as he tried to compose his answer and catch his breath. "...as you
attempted to undress…would be my logical conclusion." The soft voice
whispered in
Peter's ear, before it gently began to nibble
on the lobe again. Peter sighed in
contentment before he turning his head to recapture the other man's mouth.
As the memories faded away Peter slowly lowered
the sweater from his face to his lap. He
stared down at it for several seconds, till he had mastered his emotional
trauma. The grief was still
present, but Peter had shoved the desperation and grief into a dark corner of
his mind to deal with later. Maybe
not the most emotionally healthy thing to do, but right now it was the best
method that he was capable of.
"You were right.
Like you always are." Peter whispered as he clutched the sweater in
tight fingers. He looked down at his fingers and noticed that his knuckles had
turned white from his tight grip on the wet cloth. Yet, he couldn't seem to make
himself let go. It was as if the
sweater had become a lifeline--connecting him to Egon, wherever he was.
Peter grimaced as he wiped the moisture off of
his face with his sleeve, which didn't help much since the sleeve was damp.
He had been doing a lot of crying in the past few weeks, which was very
unusual for him. Peter felt waves of guilt replace the grief as he quietly
considered his behavior. Right now both Egons need me to be strong and
resourceful in order to return everyone to where they belonged, Peter concluded.
He sighed before he willed his fingers to
loosen their grip, then he reverently began to fold the sweater and placed it at
the foot of his bed. "If it takes me from now until doomsday, I will find a
way to get you back. Even if I have
to go to the other side and drag you back by your hair, big guy. "
With one last stroke on the damp material,
Peter forced his reluctant legs to rise as he trudged toward the bathroom to
take a hot shower.
"There it is!" Peter called out as he
finished reading the page of the old text lying in front of him. "I always
knew that Star Trek had educational value," he quipped. As he began to
recite the spell, he slid off the lab stool. Scurrying toward the prone body of
his friend lying on the floor, he sank to his knees.
The first spell had worked, the other Egon had
returned to his dimension or time or whatever.
So, this one should also do the trick, Peter concluded as he examined the
unconscious body before him.
Peter was happy that the other Egon had been
returned to his friends and to his Peter. Even in the short time that he had
known him, Peter had grown to love and respect the other man.
But when the transference spell had concluded, his Egon had
returned--unconscious, just the way that he had been for two long weeks.
Peter had known, somehow, that this would
happen. He had spotted this spell
and book marked the page during his initial search through the old texts.
He had intended to utilize the mind-merging spell only as a last resort,
if Egon didn't return to consciousness. Peter
knew that it was desperate and reckless to attempt the spell with only himself
and an unconscious Egon present in the fire hall.
But need and desperation now guided his actions, not common sense. Egon
will kick my ass for doing this when he wakes up, Peter decided. I hope.
Peter placed the opened book on the floor as he
leaned over the other man, waiting for the spell to take effect. He didn't feel any change. Maybe the spell was a dud, Peter
hazarded as he stared at the angular face. Absurdly long lashes were clearly
visible on the pale face. The
white-blond hair reflected the light from the desk lamp.
It was a handsome face, but Peter knew that his
attraction was also closely tied to the complex personality that inhabited the
body. Although the men were very
different, their differences had meshed to form a love and a bond that had
helped Peter heal old wounds.
Although the other Egon had been very similar
to this man, Peter knew that he needed this man back in his life in order to be
happy again--arguments, philosophical debates, revealing conversations while
drinking hot chocolate, shared jokes, sorrow, and intense physical pleasure were
just some of the variables that had molded the two men into the individuals that
they were and their relationship into an equal partnership.
"You didn't have to worry, Spengs.
No matter how much he was like you, he could never replace you."
Peter whispered as his eyes examined the still features, looking for some sort
of change.
Several minutes passed before he could feel a
heated wind surround his body. As
the wind grew in intensity, he reached out to caress the other man's cheek.
Suddenly the wind seemed to surround him, to envelop him.
Swallowing his identity and consciousness in a swirl of sound and
darkness, until Peter's awareness faded. As
his body collapsed beside the other man's, the next page of the book turned to
display the warning that Peter had never seen.
I'm floating,
Peter concluded as he became aware of his surroundings.
All around him, a dense fog was the only thing
visible. Peter quickly decided that
the most disconcerting thing about this place was the utter silence; he couldn't
even hear his own heartbeat.
"I've always suspected that your brain was
full of chemical fumes, Spengs" Peter quipped.
He knew that the remark had been his attempt to break the never-ending
silence that unnerved him. Peter
always hated it when he psychoanalyzed himself, and he grimaced in disgust.
The spell was intended to merge two minds; he
had assumed that it was some early attempt at ESP. I guess I was wrong,
Peter decided as he slowly rotated to study the void that surrounded him. This
wasn't what I expected. Where the hell am I?
Suddenly, warmth seemed to surround Peter,
comforting him. Peter felt an encompassing feeling of love and compassion engulf
him like an embrace. The humor and exasperation were pure Egon and Peter basked
in the gestalt that he recognized as his beloved.
Feelings of curiosity and concern flooded
through Peter's mind, as he gasped out, "It's time to wake up, Spengs! I
won't leave here until you agree to go with me…and we both know how stubborn I
can be!"
Peter tried to fold his arms, but he realized
that he had none in this form. He seemed to consist of a mist that mixed with
the essence that was Egon. Peter's mind filled with images and ideas that could
only be emanating from Egon's mind. Peter concluded with some trepidation, that
his mind must be as opened to his friend as Egon's was to him.
Peter quickly decided to use the link by
focusing his mind on the last two weeks; he tried to convey the emptiness and
sadness that had almost consumed him while he awaited Egon's return to
consciousness.
Suddenly, a feeling of pressure was drawing him
away from the familiar essence, into an unknown darkness. Peter struggled to
remain near the beloved presence, but his struggles were futile.
"Nooooo!!" he cried out in despair as
he became lost in the unyielding force. The darkness was cold. Peter shivered as he surrendered his identity to the
never-ending shadows.
Darkness.
Silence. Never ending
silence.
Peter tried to focus his mind, to escape the
blackness that beckoned to him.
"Hey, Pete."
Peter felt someone brush the hair away from his
closed eyes as he struggled to wake up from the lethargy that seemed to dominate
him. He slit his eyes opened
slowly.
Winston was leaning over him; concern was
etched onto the familiar countenance, as Winston continued,
"Christ, Pete. You gotta stop pulling these stunts. I don't know if
my heart can take all of this excitement."
"What are…you talking about, Zed?"
Peter blinked his eyes rapidly, trying to clear the haziness, as he gazed around
the lab. "Who hit me, and how the hell did they get a car up the
stairs?"
Winston smiled in relief as helped Peter to sit
up on the couch. "Well, I'm not really sure what happened; he can be kinda
cryptic. All I know for sure is that you…zapped yourself with a spell from one
of Ray's books. Egon was in a royal snit and all that I could make sense--"
"Egon said?! Egon said!" Peter
reached up to grab the front of Winston's shirt. "Egon's awake?!"
Winston peeled the death grip off of his shirt,
as he bemusedly studied the psychologist. "Uh, yeah, Pete.
He's been awake for a couple of days, actually." Winston stared into
the excited eyes and asked, "Did
you hit your head on the floor when you passed out? You're making even less
sense than you usually do."
Winston gasped with dismay when Peter's eyes
filled with moisture. Maybe he really had hit his head or something. Or I did!
Winston concluded, as he recognized that the man was struggling to rise from the
couch. Winston grabbed hold of the
man's shoulders and used his weight to hold his friend down on the couch.
"Whoa, there. Where do you think you're
going? You've been unconscious. Use some common sense, Pete, and lay down before
you fall down."
"Why should he suddenly exhibit sense,
Winston? He never has before."
The bass voice startled Peter, and he sat back suddenly. His eyes located the
source of the voice. The man was standing in the doorway, holding a cup of
something green and bubbling in his hand. Peter
gaped at the man for several seconds, unable to believe the proof that his eyes
were providing.
Winston stood up and allowed Egon to take his
place on the couch when Egon walked over. He
had heard the anger lacing the tone, which was unusual for the even-tempered
physicist.
Egon sounds majorly pissed,
Winston concluded. Maybe I should stay here and play referee before he
bites Pete's head off. Egon turned his head, allowing Winston to see the
blue eyes, which seemed to glow with anger. Hmm, that laundry really needs to
get done. Winston patted Egon on a stiff shoulder before he hastily walked
away.
"Remember, Egon.
He's the only one of us who can charm the mayor out of a snit, when one
of our devices blows up." Winston smiled in sympathy toward the condemned
man lying on the couch before he dashed out the door and closed it gently behind
him.
Peter stared up into the azure gaze, and felt
the glib comments freeze on his tongue. The noxious smell emanating from the mug
in Egon's hand soon registered to his befuddled senses. Eyeing the beverage
suspiciously as he softly inquired, "Have you been near a blender today,
Spengs?" He shuddered dramatically as he suspiciously studied the contents
of the mug.
Egon answered the question by raising a
sardonic eyebrow and shoving the mug closer to Peter's mouth.
Peter tried to edge away from the bubbling brew, but Egon's grip on his
arm held him in place.
"I'm sorry, big guy. I really am. Please,
don't make me drink that gunk!" Peter whined.
Pleading emerald eyes were staring up toward
the physicist, but Egon wouldn't relent. Egon sighed in exasperation and rolled
his eyes toward heaven before he tipped the cup toward Peter's tightly closed
lips. "Sometimes, your antics are reminiscent of a small child, Peter.
Swallow this, now, or I will force open your mouth and pour this beverage down
your throat. And you know that I am
more than capable of doing that."
Peter looked up into the blue eyes, magnified
behind the lenses of Egon's glasses. A
smile slowly slid across his face. "It's
finally you," he whispered.
Egon's angry facade seemed to crumple when he
saw the tender feelings of relief and love filling the green eyes. "Yes,
it's me, Peter." Egon couldn't resist stroking his hand down the soft cheek
before he slid the hand under the other man's jaw to support it as Peter began
to drink the liquid. He held the
cup in place until Peter had reluctantly drank every drop of his mother's
remedy.
"Gaaack!
Hey, Dr. Jekyll, what was that stuff, Liquid Drano?" Peter tried to
swallow several times, to clear the lingering aftertaste from his mouth.
He was startled when the lanky body lay on top
of him as lean arms wrapped around him and cradled him in a tight embrace.
Peter wrapped his own arms around the slim body and pulled it closer.
He could feel the body tremble in his arms as Egon buried his face in
between Peter's shoulder and head. He
rubbed the back soothingly, until the other man seemed to calm down.
"No, it's a protein drink, that should
replenish your body’s depleted energy levels." Egon's voice was somewhat
muffled, since his face was buried in Peter's hair.
Peter loosened his hold around the man, so that
he could sit up and pull the glasses off of the other man's face. Egon used the
edge of his shirt to wipe the moisture that was on the lenses before he slid the
eyeglasses back into place.
"When I woke up, and saw you lying there,
I thought that you had taken my place and were lost to me in that…isolation."
Peter reached up and gently whipped the trail of tears off of the angular
features. "I thought that I had lost you.
Do you know how that felt?"
"Yes." The soothing tenor responded.
"I knew what that was like…for two weeks." Peter's hands cradled the
face in his opened palms, as he placed a reverent kiss on the full lips.
Egon stared into the emerald eyes, seeing the
honesty and love roiling there. He
sighed as he settled onto his side and pulled the warm body against him.
Rested his elbow beside the dark head and his
chin on an open palm, he explained. "We've
both been through a trying ordeal. Peter, regardless of the reckless and
careless behavior that you exhibited, I am grateful for what you
accomplished."
The blue eyes softened as he recalled the
incredible sensations that he had felt, before he awakened. The experience had exposed the feelings and memories of this
private man to him and he felt honored and privileged by the experience.
"But if you ever perform another spell
without someone here to assist you, I promise that I will not be held
responsible for my actions, Dr. Venkman."
Egon looked into the remorseful eyes and sighed
in relief. Intellectually, he knew that no one was essential to another person's
continued existence, but Egon did acknowledge the fact that the other man had
become a necessity for his continued mental well-being. The possibility of loss
had always haunted him; it went with their chosen profession.
The events of this traumatic day had brought
those fears into the forefront and Egon was having trouble banishing them.
Having spent years as the lover of a skilled psychologist had allowed
Egon to become adept at analyzing his motivations and feelings. Even now, he
recognized and accepted his feeble attempts to shield the precious body with his
and somehow keep this man safe from danger.
If something ever happens to you, I know
that I will find a dark corner in the lab and curl
into the fetal position and die inside. Egon ran the fingers of his free
hand through the soft hair of his companion, savoring the warmth that emanated
from the heated flesh.
"The end justified the means, big guy.
You're here, in my arms. That's why I did it, Egon. I need you here, to keep me
in line…to love me. I was a mess without you. I was so desperate…you don't
even know all the stupid things that I did." Peter attempted to rise, but a
gentle grip on his hair prevented him.
He tried to avoid his friend's intense stare as
he whispered. "You don't even know the worst of it yet." Peter
confessed as feelings of sorrow and embarrassment froze the explanation on his
lips. He looked at the front of
Egon's shirt, since he could not look into the loving gaze.
He reached out a finger to trace a button on the other man's shirt before
he continued, "and I'm not sure that I have the guts to tell you, although
you deserve to know what I did."
Give it up, Peter. This is no excuse for
what you did. I've gotten him back only to lose him, and it's all my own damn
fault. Me and my libido from hell.
Peter concluded as he closed his eyes in regret and shame.
He covered his eyes with his hands, as deep feelings of regret and guilt
overwhelmed him. His body shuddered
as he fought to master the emotions.
Egon's hand stroked the soft hair one last time
before he attempted to gently pry the other man's hands off of his eyes.
He noticed that Peter wouldn't open his eyes and look at him.
Egon's right hand traced a high cheekbone,
before the hand slid down the man's face. When he reached the collar of his
turtleneck sweater, he gently pulled the collar down until the hickey was
exposed. He studied it for several seconds, as he considered the implications of
the mark.
Peter felt gentle hands rubbing the skin around
the hickey, which Egon had exposed. He
opened his eyes quickly, and gasped in shock. The bruise was covered; how the
hell did he know it was there!
The shock grew when gentle lips descended to
his neck to place a soft kiss on the bruised skin, before Egon raised his head
and captured his mouth in a hungry kiss. Peter collapsed back onto the cushions
as the kiss continued. Sensations
of pleasure and heat soon dominated Peter's mind and he surrendered to the
demands of the ravenous mouth covering his.
An eternity later, Egon pulled away and Peter
tried to calm his uneven breathing. "Egon,
what the heck was that?"
"That was a kiss, designed to curl your
toes." Gentle hands rubbed Peter's arms soothingly as Egon's mouth
descended toward Peter's ear; he licked the soft lobe before he whispered into
it. "I also wanted to remind you that you're mine, and that I will never
let you go, Peter." His hands clenched around Peter's upper arms to
reinforce the statement.
"But, you don't know what I did."
Peter whispered, as Egon began to nibble on his ear. Peter tried to gently jerk
his head away from the pleasurable sensation. "You wouldn't want to even
touch me if you knew what I did. If
I were any kind of a man, I would get off of this couch and stop screwing up
your life." Peter jerked his ear away from Egon's mouth as he tried to
wiggle out of the embrace. Egon's hold on him increased making his attempts to
escape the ardent embrace impossible.
"I know what happened, Peter. I know
everything." Peter exhaled sharply in surprise. He looked into the myopic
blue eyes, now mere inches from his own eyes. "In the void, you chose to
expose your soul to me. It was the
beacon that led me out of that dark, cold place. Your extraordinary love saved
me, Peter. "
Peter studied the face above his and recognized
the acceptance and forgiveness that radiated from the startlingly blue eyes.
"You're not mad?"
"Peter, dogs get mad, people get angry. I
would have thought that you would have learned that in Psych 101." Peter
smiled gently, when he heard the dry refrain. "You never intended to be
unfaithful to me, therefore it would be unreasonable of me to become
incensed."
"Really?" Peter couldn't believe his
luck; he found the ready forgiveness hard to accept.
Peter wasn't sure how he would have reacted in Egon's place. Of
course, he isn't an insecure SOB like you are Venkman, the inner voice
taunted him. Peter tried to ignore the taunting voice, the personification of
his insecurities that only spoke up occasionally now. Egon had played a big part
in silencing that voice's taunts, just as he was doing now.
When Egon settled his body on top of him, Peter
accepted the truth of the statement. He sighed and cuddled into the soft
cushions of the lab sofa, as he allowed Egon to take the lead; he knew that Egon
needed that, in order to fully recover from his ordeal.
The man began to unbutton Peter's shirt and as
each button was unfastened, he licked the skin that was exposed. When all of the buttons were undone, Egon pulled the shirt
opened, to expose Peter's chest to his ardent gaze. The hands slowly slid down
the smooth skin, tracing the muscle groups as Egon marveled at the silky texture
of the smooth skin.
He's perfect and he's all mine,
was the silent refrain that kept repeating in Egon's mind.
When their souls had merged he was given the opportunity to share Peter's
feelings of guilt and shame over his actions. Egon now basked in the reassuring knowledge that Peter would
never willingly betray his love and trust.
Rather than invoking anger, the knowledge of
the incidents had helped Egon to realize the important role that he had become
in Peter's life. While he was willing to admit that he did find the idea of
someone touching this man disquieting, he wasn't angry with Peter for the
incident. He was only angry about
the reckless risk that Peter had taken--endangering his own life to restore Egon
to consciousness.
Egon laid his head on Peter's chest, where he
closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the rapid heartbeat--the sound
reassured him that the man he loved was alive and safely ensconced in his
embrace. He felt Peter's gentle
hands rubbing his back, soothing the tense muscle groups with ease.
Egon sighed in satisfaction as he tilted his
head so that his mouth could reach the juncture between Peter's neck and his
right shoulder. His hot mouth began
to nibble along the soft skin there, an activity that years of experience had
taught him always melted Peter's defenses.
Egon hands rubbed down the skin, till they
reached the waistband of Peter's jeans. He
slowly unfastened and yanked down the jeans and briefs that Peter was wearing.
Peter raised his body, so that the other man could slide the clothing off
as Peter slid out of his shirt and threw it on the floor.
When Egon had finished undressing the
psychologist, he ended the assault on Peter's neck so that his hot gaze could
skim over the naked and aroused man beneath him.
Peter moaned in disappointment. Pleading eyes looked up at him and Egon
couldn't resist the silent request lurking in them.
He leaned down to continue licking Peter's
neck. The smell and taste of his lover were irresistible, and he eased the
smooth skin between his teeth. Applying gentle pressure to the soft skin, he
began to nibble on the soft flesh; he listened to Peter's moans and sighs of
pleasure as he continued his assault on Peter's defenses. His tongue soothing
the reddened flesh when he finally drew his mouth away from the delicious skin.
Egon smiled in satisfaction as he studied the
mark that he had made on the pale skin, which was much bigger and darker than
the older bruise. He smiled ruefully and shook his head as he recognized and
accepted the possessive feelings that had influenced his behavior. The need to
claim the precious man had overcome him and he had been unable to resist the
primitive urge to stake his claim on the man that he loved more than anyone
else.
Egon leaned down to continue the moist path
down the chest, stopping to suck around the man's navel.
Peter moans told him that the other man was enjoying himself as much as
Egon was. Soon Egon felt gentle
hands nudging his head down further, toward the throbbing erection that awaited
him.
He raised his head to stare down at the man
beneath him. Peter's eyes flew opened as he moaned in frustration. "`gon,
please!" Peter gasped out.
He wiggled his way back up the body, enjoying
the sensation of the naked flesh rubbing against his clothing. Egon's hands
wormed their way under the heated flesh to tightly grip Peter soft posterior.
"You are mine and I will not share you,
not even with myself," he murmured. "I will continue this…if you
will admit…I am a better lover than…him."
He knew that Peter loved him, but the
unreasonable need to hear that concept aloud had overcome him.
Egon waited to hear the answer, biting his lip in apprehension.
Peter tried to concentrate on something else
besides his imminent release. He
took deep breaths and after several seconds, he was able to form a response to
the request.
Peter looked up into the intense eyes and
smiled gently. "You never had to ask that, big guy.
You'll always be the best because you're the person that I love."
Peter stroked a hand over the mussed blond hair as he continued, "My
heart...and my ass are yours." Egon chuckled in relief when he heard the
revealing statement.
"Now, get out of those clothes and finish
this!" Peter begged. He captured the physicist's lip in his mouth and began
to suck on it before he thrust his tongue into the moist heat of the welcoming
mouth. When he tasted the sweet essence of Egon's mouth he moaned.
Egon hastily undressed, while he continued the
kiss. Peter's eager hands assisted
him out of his garments until he was as naked as the psychologist. Egon stared
intently at the naked man lying before him.
Egon smiled evilly, drinking in the sight. Pale
skin seemed to glow from the soft sheen of sweat that graced it. Peter's cheeks
were rosy from their excursions. An intriguing idea began to form in Egon's
mind. Egon looked around the lab
briefly; his breath caught in his throat as he licked his suddenly dry lips in
anticipation.
Peter yelped in surprise as Egon's hands slid
under his body and hoisted him up. Grabbing
onto Egon's upper arms, Peter steadied himself by wrapping his legs around the
other man's body as Egon straightened and stood up.
"Egon, what are you…," Peter
noticed that the blond was staring over his shoulder and
he quickly jerked his head in the general direction of the heated gaze,
attempting to discover what the other man was looking at. The lab was unusually
neat, since Egon had not been able to tinker in it for weeks.
Someone had also stacked the occult books neatly on the bookshelves.
The only thing that I see is the computer;
that isn't it…. The empty counter
gleamed in the sunlight and Peter's attention was drawn to its unusually
uncluttered surface.
Suddenly, Peter knew what Egon had in mind.
"Oh, no. Absolutely not. My naked ass will
turn to ice before we finally rolled off the friggin' thing." Peter tried
to wiggle out of the strong grip, but Egon wouldn't allow him to escape.
"You just stated that your um...posterior
was mine. And I want it…on the
counter," Egon retorted playfully as he proceeded to the edge of
the table and placed his burden gently on it.
When he was seated on the counter, Peter looked
deeply into the azure eyes that seemed to glow with excitement and arousal; he
also observed a glimmer of desperation in the lovely eyes--that made him decide
to satisfy the unusual request. He
slid back on the smooth surface till he was lying down on top of it.
"A little fantasy fulfillment, Spengs?" He inquired as he held
his arms open in an unspoken invitation.
At first, Egon didn't move or respond to the
invitation. His fascinated gaze seemed to be locked on the scene before him, as
Peter shifted to find a more comfortable position on the hard surface of the
counter. Finally, Egon grinned as
he nervously adjusted his glasses with a shaking hand.
"The first time that I saw you, I wanted to strip off your clothes
and make love to you, right there in the Physics lab. I dreamed about doing that continually for several months
during Dr. Benton's excruciatingly boring Anthropology seminars. " Egon
smiled in satisfaction before he boosted himself up onto the counter to lay atop
of the tempting body. "Now, I
will finally have the chance to fulfill those daydreams." Egon leaned over
the prone man, till his face was mere millimeters from Peter's. "I intend
to please you as no one ever has before. I can safely guarantee the end result
will be an inability to remember your name!" Egon growled out before he
captured the other man's lips in a savage kiss.
Peter moaned in pleasure as he opened his mouth
wider to deepen the kiss.
Egon always kept his promises and this time was
no exception.
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