Ashleigh Anpilova


Silver decides to tell Steel how he feels.

A first time story.

Written: March 2008. Word count: 460.


Author's Note: // either side of words indicate when the characters are talking to one another telepathically.




Silver swallowed as he paced around his home.


He couldn't believe what he was about to do.


He couldn't believe he was about to tell Steel the truth.


Sapphire had told him there was an old earth adage 'confession is good for the soul'.


Well, that might be true.


But whether it was good for Silver's well being, Silver wasn't so certain.


It was crazy.


He was crazy.


He had to be.




He was about to tell Steel, the man whose emotions, whose character, whose dress, whose whole being, emulated his name to perfection, that he loved him.


He was crazy.


But crazy or not, he knew he had to do it.


He had grown tired of watching, of waiting, of trying to get Steel to see him as something other than . . . However it was Steel saw him.


Silver didn't really want to think about just how Steel might see him, at least not too deeply. He doubted it was positive; assuming Steel thought about him at all, which was highly doubtful.


//You wanted to see me?//


Silver jumped and turned around. "You could have rung the bell," he said.


Steel just stared at him. //Why? You were expecting me.//


Silver didn't bother to argue. There was no point. No one with any sense argued logic with Steel.


//Well?// Steel demanded, after a moment or two, once again speaking in Silver's mind.


Silver swallowed.


He couldn't do it.


He'd have to make something up. Some reason for asking Steel to come over.


That's what he'd do.


//I love you.// He shook himself, as he blurted the words into Steel's mind.


He waited. Frozen to the spot as Steel just looked at him; his grey, steely gaze appearing to see right through Silver.


Then Silver's hand was grabbed. He gasped at the coldness of Steel's touch.


Seconds later he gasped again, as images flowed into his mind.


Images of the true nature of Steel's abilities. The true nature of just what he could do. The truth that even Sapphire didn't know. The truth that hitherto only 'They' and Steel knew.


As his mind was battered, as his body began to shiver from the coldness of Steel's touch, Silver felt himself falling. But he was caught, steadied, held, and as Steel supported him, Silver felt the touch grow warmer, as Steel pushed his body temperature up.


//Do you still love me?// Steel asked, a few minutes later.


"Yes," Silver gasped, finding the verbal easier than telepathy.


For a fleeing second a hint of steel vanished from the steady grey gaze.


"Then," Steel said, his voice softer than Silver had ever heard it, as he too switched to the verbal. "You had better show me exactly what love is."



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