Pairing: Joey and Chris
Words: deluge; daydream; living; affectation


Joey has to hand it to Chris.  His latest affectation is by far the
weirdest.  What's up with not letting people's shadows touch him,
anyway?

"Hey, Joey, back off!" Chris squeals, taking a step backward.

Joey looms.  "Why?"

Chris shrieks.  "Joey!  Bad Joey!  Very bad Joey!"  He dodges
around Joey and points a finger at him.  "Don't mess with my karma,
man!"

"Explain what daydream you're having now, then."

"Daydream?  Daydream!"  Chris's voice gets shrill.  Well,
shrill*er*.  "Don't be mocking my pain by dismissing it as a
daydream.  I have day fantasies!  Day adventures!  Life
adventures!"

"So, where did this absolute deluge of 'life adventures' come
from?"

"Living breathing walking talking journeys of both the mind and the
soul!  Except not as gay as it'd sound if JC said it."

"So what's with the shadow thing?"

"Your anti-Joey qualities can't mix with my Chris qualities.  It
would be wrong."

"Why?"

"*Because*!"

"Because *why*?"

Chris snickers.  "Why not?"

"Don't even try that with me.  I have a toddler."

"Other than me?  Don't you love me anymore, Joey?"  Chris blinks
wide eyes at Joey before dodging Joey's lazy swipe.  "No,
seriously, you ass.  Your shadow is like your anima or animus or
something.  It's the anti-Joey.  Everything that's the opposite of
the Joey I know and love.  I don't want that corrupting my
Chrisness.  Now the anti-Lance, that's a different story."  He
grins.

Joey grabs Chris and smooshes him close.  They're both shadowed and
lighted.  "Maybe the anti-me likes the anti-you, huh?  Ever think
of that?"

"That could be dangerous, Joe," Chris squeezes out as he's being
squished.  "The anti-me is like all good and follows rules and
probably wears a three-piece suit.  You sure the anti-Joey can
handle that?"

"I can handle you, can't I?"

Chris leers.  "You seem to be handling me just fine.  But the
anti-me is like anti-matter.  Only worse.  Three-piece suit, stuck
at a mid-level management job he hates, wife, two point four kids,
and he hates his mother.  *I* despise the guy."

Joey kisses Chris.  "Shut up, huh?"

"But it's important!" Chris says, before Joey kisses him again. 
Chris can talk while being kissed.  He can talk while eating, while
drinking and in his sleep, too.  But this is Joey kissing.  Good,
hot, amazing Joey kissing with one of Joey's broad hands on his
back, like Joey wants to protect him and hold him close even though
Chris is a guy and not only that, but the kind of guy who would
jump up on Joey and knock him down.  Still.  Good kissing.  Rahr.

Joey's hands hold Chris, one at the small of his back and the other
at the base of his skull.  Chris is the kinda guy who'd suddenly
jerk to say something and end up cracking Joey's tooth.

Not to mention -- Joey kinda likes 'subduing' all that energy -- if
just for a moment.

Now that he's been well and truly caught, Chris gives into the
kiss.  It's not really a kiss anymore.  More like vertical
foreplay.  The anti-Chris is sporting a boner for a guy and trying
to kill himself with a melted spork.  Chris himself doesn't care. 
He turns his head and breaks the kiss, grinning at Joey
mischievously.  "You've killed the anti-Chris.  I told you you're
bad for my karma."  And then he tries to bolt, just because it's no
fun to give in *too* quickly.

Joey's strong, though, and he holds Chris easily.  Though the jolt
of it does make him stagger a few feet and smash Chris against the
wall.

Chris wriggles happily.  He loves the chase.  He also loves being
caught, especially with someone like Joey who understands that you
only let your prey go when you don't want what you've caught. 
"Here?"

"We do seem to be, yes."

Chris wrinkles his nose.  "If you don't wanna, I can always knee
you in the balls and then go taunt the anti-Lance."

"If I don't wanna do what?"

Chris rolls his eyes and presses against Joey.  "What do you
think?"

"Oh.  No, not here."  Joey picks Chris up -- with a little
difficulty because Chris refuses to cling -- and starts looking for
a private horizontal surface.

Chris wraps his legs around Joey for the trip, because Joey's being
good to carry him, and Chris likes being a pain like that.

Joey finds a conference room.  It seems like all sorts of buildings
have conference rooms these days, from hotels to offices to Lance's
house.  "Think this'll work?"

"You're so romantic."  Chris unwraps his legs and hops off, pushing
away from Joey.  "The anti-Chris gets turned on by these kinds of
places.  I think I'm kinda sickened."  He turns a laughing face up
to Joey.  "I was expecting roses and flowers, you know.  Or at
least chocolate."

"Yeah, but you said right out there.  And if I didn't do it fast,
I thought you'd go after Lance, like you said."  Joey shrugs
awkwardly.  "Not like I'm gonna risk it."

"No.  Not Lance."  Chris makes a face.  "Yuck.  After the
anti-Lance.  It'd be kinda fun, watching Lance's face as I cozy up
to his shadow, doncha think?"  He cocks his head at Joey.  "I want
you.  Now.  Now would be good."

"See?  That's what you said before.  But then you wanted flowers
and candles.  Which is it?"

"No!  Not candles!  Candies.  And I want you to want me, damnit." 
Chris's expression turns wistful.  "Like you did before we came in
here.  Holding onto me and not letting me get away."

"Well, then."  Joey grabs Chris and pins him to the table.

Chris brightens and pulls at his wrists until Joey snaps his teeth
at him.  Then he bares his throat and lays back, a challenging
smile on his face, daring Joey to take him.  "Don't want anti-Joey. 
Want you."

Joey rolls his eyes and proceeds to screw Chris into the tabletop. 
When they're done, there are bruises and bite marks on both of
them.  Joey smirks a lot, and Chris's hyperactivity is mellowed to
clinginess.

Chris is content to lay half-sprawling against Joey.  He licks
Joey's collarbone.  "Chocolate, remember.  And good ones.  No
candles.  Okay?"

"Okay."

Chris smiles, utterly content.  He's killed his shadow self and won
Joey.  What more is there?  Except maybe, just maybe, tormenting
Lance.