Z e p h y r.

The movement of the cloth caught his gaze and held it. It seemed terribly funny that the plain white linen sheet seemed suddenly more important to him then the man above him. His ears tuned out the soft groans and pants, his whole being riveted on how the curtain lifted in the breeze of the sea wind.

"Oh God baby, I'm almost there, oh God, so close..."

The husky voice in his ear jarred him from his study, and he belatedly realized that he'd just missed what was supposed to be one of the best fucks he'd ever had. The groans grew louder, and he winced, knowing his partner was too busy to notice the soft expression ripple across his face. The voice he'd found so incredibly sexy only a few hours ago was now jarring and grinding, tearing his eardrums.

His eyes and attention once again drifted to the curtain.

When had he bought it? A year ago, two? It was when he had first moved into this house. He had argued with himself for hours about it. His mind had protested buying such a thing, reminding him over and over again that he lived out in the middle of nowhere, by a beach long abandoned, the towering granite cliffs and hellish waves forsaken for smooth sands and blue skies.

He bought the curtain.

It was thin and became see-through at night, with his light shining like a steady lighthouse beam through it, but it had made his sense of propreity feel better.

The cloth lifted once, bounced by a soft draft, floating slowly down only to be slapped back up by a stronger gust of air.

"Oh god, fuck!"

He held still as his cmpanion finished his tour of the galaxy, and sighed as the body dropped hard and heavy on his.

"Damn Recane, you're the best fuck I've had in a while." Dark blue eyes lifted to his and smirked. "And I know you had fun too."

He blinked

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He drited down to the beach, his feet being poked and prodded by the little sharp rocks that had made their home in the dying warmth of the brown sand. His thin shoulders held up the gentle weight of the curtain.

His useless fuck for the night (Blake? Blaine?) had left in a dash of sparkling diamond red, leaving behind the scent of his pleasure and the coldness of his embrace.

The curtain touched the backs of his legs in a lover's kiss, then danced back up, a gypsy in the night, it's bonfire left behind.

He stopped by the edge of the water, where the tide had reeeded and left behind treasures. Long lines of sea grass became jewel necklaces for queens. Broken piece of shells were diamonds, spakling as if the pale moon was the overpowering sun. The stains where water had dripped became wine. And his shadow... it became a prince. A prince on a high horse, a crown of platinum gleaming, the rich fabric of his cloak streamming behind him as his own worshipful parade.

The cloth floated out of his hands, pulled along by strengthening winds that changed from laughing children to bitter adults.

He watched it go, and wished he could chase after it.

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The familar white linen was draped over his bed when he woke. It had wrapped around his ankle, the hold of a lover.

Had he caught it after all?

And for the first time in years, an emotion made it's way out of the chest where he kept his treasures.

Anticipation.

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He reasoned with himself, fighting another battle.

You should be scared. Someone came into your house, in the night.

They only left me what was mine. They could've hurt me, but they didn't.

Then they're playing with you. Taunting you. They'll be back.

I hope.

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He had rehung the cloth, and it once again draped in front of his window, making the beach distorted and wavering as it moved about.

He thought of it, and the two weeks that had passed since its return. No one had come.

Every day he stared at the curtain, lying on his back in his bed, watching it with lazy eyes. It danced for him, waving about in the midday winds. And every day he stared, he fell more and more in love with the shiloutte of the figure who had given it back to him.

Why? For the same reason he had lain lifelessly as people pounded into his body. What else was there to do?

He wished himself into love, jumping head-first into a reasonless situation, as he had countless times, with sex. Except this time, he was playing with his heart, not his body.

Will I find... something? Something other then mindless fucks and predictable cum?

So he stared at the linen that moved as people moved, and waited.

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"Wake up, Recane."

He gasped into soft lips, his eyes fluttering open.

His white linen curtain stared down at him.

The once unobtainable cloth had turned into solid lines of pake skin, warm to the touch. Soft white hair fell along smooth cheeks, and smothered white eyes stared down, into his soul, into his eyes.

He reached out, his weeks of waiting turning into the trembling of his hand as he touched skin. The air buzzed around them, and the moon joined to send the light just that brighter.

"Do you still need me, Recane?"

The dark, whispering voice sealed his fate.

His answer slipped out of him. "Yes..."

Lips decended on his, and he knew that the waiting was done.

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He woke up the next morning with his plain white curtain wrapped around his body, and the smile that ackowledged the secret he knew.

A/N- This was inspired, by all things, that one cigarette commercial. You know, the one where the guy goes to the doctor, wanting to be checked afor zephyr, and the doctor was all like "huh?" and the dude explaind to him that zephyr was the word used for cancer in secret cigarette companies' documents?No?

Oh well...

Anyways, I really like this one, it's different from ANYTHING I've written, posted and unposted. I hope ya'll liked it too! Please review!