Disclaimer: Mission Trance, story and characters, belong to Silver Dragon. Her page is at www.geocities.com/mission_trance/

Warning: Adult language, lemony stuff, homosexuality, heterosexuality, bad writing.

Author BTF Note: At the time I wrote this, Silver Dragon had pages one through five of Scene 19 out. This story is assuming that Sharpshot left Kenny with Ed, and is now on his own again.
 
 

“Hey. Hey, have you seen either of these people?”

A brief glance at both pictures. “No dude. Sorry.”

He walks away, feeling oddly uncomfortable as the girls go back to groping each other.

Flesh as soft as butter. A wet, sweet tongue. A frightening want to press that small, trembling body against him tightly. The way those gentle lips moved, coaxing almost, knowing exactly what he wanted, needed. The look in those eyes, promising to give everyth-

When he woke up his mouth was tingling, and his sex was hard.

“Shit.”

He lay back down and stared at the ceiling. Tried not to think.

“Be honest wi-”

Tried not to think.

Too thin arms around his waist.

“I... I really love you! I...”

Tried not to think.

“You fag.”

Body rigid, too shocked to-

“How could you?”

Desperate, hurt eyes.

“I love you so much please don't go!”

“Please don't leave!”

Tried to think about something else.

Someone (familiar), held by the throat.

Smirking. You lose. You lose.

“AHH, get away! Sharpshot, SHARPSHOT! Aaaa-AAHHH!”

“I'm not sure why, but I have this feeling that it-”

Eyes begging him. But damn the money, Forcekill-

“Wait, I know someone who can help. I'll go and change and-”

“SHAR-AUGH! SHARPSH-HELP!"

That soft, small body melting into his.

“I feel safe with you...”

He was still hard. He reached down and gripped his cock.

“What's wrong Sharpshot? You look tense today.”

Soft, long body pressed against his back. Lips nibbled on his earlobe.

Husky breath on his neck (chest) long fingers stretching over his abdomen, pressing firmly (hesitant) reaching down, lower-

Firm grip of a hand (the slight brush of a hip) on his sex. She (No) chuckled; he reclined against her.

Hands crawled over his body (such sweet sweet torture). He clenched her fleshy thighs, licked her neck. He reached back to run a hand through her hair, slightly coarse (oh so soft, like silk).

She slipped into his lap, rubbing her bare crotch against his opened pants.

In moments they were one and her lips were on his, demanding (giving), and he felt so weak (giving back as much as he could)-

-and she was taking (be gentle) trying so hard and he just felt weak cause she was taking (be careful) so much and God! it felt so good so good but she just couldn't seem to give (fragile) and God she had always felt so good and whywhywhy she was years ago she could never (be gentle, he's fragile) give she had no gentleness even though she tried-

He came with a grunt-

-lips on his, shocked into stillness for just the barest moment, then moving, hesitant but skilled, gentle pressure from a hand on his and he just couldn't stand the pain in those eyes but this kiss was giving and he was so starved, no person could need so much, and be able to give so much

-and a tear fell from desperately confused eyes.
 
 

Authors ATF Note: This fic moves way way way too fast. Granted it was written within the space of an hour so that shouldn't be too surprising. But damn it, I like things to move slow, not rushed out like this. *grumble grumble* Anyways, I hope it wasn't too confusing. I know I'm not the best writer, so don't be afraid to tell me what you think, feel, hate, love, or just don't get about this insignificant piece of crud.

Authors ATF Note 2: To clear up one thing I'm afraid people might think, no I'm not assuming Kenny and Sharpshot have had sex. All those times that Sharpshot remembers of touching Kenny are just the times in the manga when the kid is clinging to him (like a leech, I swear).

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