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Warning: Rated [MA] Mature Adults only. Contains m/m themes and violence
Title: Constant Craving
Series: Miracles
Status: Complete
Author/pseudonym: Hellblazer
E-mail address: havisham06@yahoo.com
Rating: MA
Pairing: Keel/Callan
Date: April 2004
Disclaimers: Don't own these characters. No copyright infringement is intended or inferred.
Warnings: may contain: slash, H/C, violence, m/m hanky panky, drug use, nudity, coarse language, adult themes
Spoilers: Season 1
Summary: Angsty drabble
(It would have been something like that, if given the chance, though I suspect a great deal more obessive sweaty palmed hand wringing to come, heh heh heh. Too bad, because my muse was back, but I never got a chance to touch pencil to paper).
Alva Keel was a man in crisis. The dreams that had haunted him at night now pursued him in daylight. What he tried to push away and ignore would no longer be pushed away and ignored. What had started as the smallest spark had ignited to a terrible flame that consumed him. He trembled and sweated and it was no longer enough to hold the fires at bay. He felt the temptation rising up within him and soon it would overwhelm him and engulf him. He knew he was weakening. He knew he was losing the fight.
Alva Keel was a man in torment. It wasn't enough to place the object of his desire only the smallest touch away from him. It wasn't enough to keep his desire close by him day and night, as though needling and picking at the wound. It wasn't enough to covet what he could never, and should never have.
Alva Keel was a man boiling in jealousy, watching the two of them, leaning so close, talking and laughing softly together. God forgive him but he hated her. He hated watching her flirt and whisper, able to touch and be touched. He hated her because everything that she had, he wanted. Everything was freely given and returned to her. He hated her intrusion upon his private suffering. He hated her intrusion between them.
Alva Keel was a man in anguish. Because he hated what he loved, he depised what he desired. He wanted to drive away what he wanted most to keep close, he wished destruction on the beauty that had driven him to madness. He was furious with himself, he despised his own weaknesses, and he threw his anger at the man whose friendship he valued above all else. Above everything else. And therein lay his problem.