Noodles :: The Very Thing 2.0 [aka Really Good Head, Strong-R]
Author: Jayman :: 03 May 2004
Summary: Weeks after he is freed, Neo receives a surprise.
Rating: Strong R
Categories: Adult/Erotica/Smut
Notes: Caution. This fic refers to scenes from the fic "Really Good Noodles" occurring weeks earlier.
~~~ Weeks Earlier – 1999 ~~~
Clearly I remember pickin' on the boy
Seemed a harmless little fuck
Ooh, but we unleashed a lion...
Gnashed his teeth and bit the recess lady's breast...
How can I forget?
And he hit me with a surprise left
My jaw left hurtin'...ooh, dropped wide open
Just like the day...oh, like the day I heard
-- From the song "Jeremy," the album "Ten" (1991) by Pearl Jam
~~~
Almost as if he was talking to himself, Neo whispered, "I have these memories from my life. None of them happened."
Memories of his mom Michelle, his dad John, and his best friend Willie Preston. Memories of his landlady Mrs. Jankowski, and the Chinese cashier at Phil's Noodle House. Memories of his first computer, his first car, his first apartment, his first real job, and his first hacking party. Memories of the infamous Knights Technoir, the ponytailed Levi Stevens, and the seductive Katie DeVille. Chevalier Premier. Memories that never happened. None of them really happened...
Neo turned to Trinity, "What does that mean?"
What's the point?
"That the Matrix cannot tell you who you are."
~~~ Today – 1999 ~~~
You can have my isolation
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith
You can have my everything
Help me, tear down my reason
Help me, it's your sex i can smell
Help me, you make me perfect
Help me become somebody else
I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God
- From the song "Closer," the album "Downward Spiral" (1994) by Nine Inch Nails
~~~
Another one.
The Nebuchadnezzar had freed another mind.
Once more, the tall dark-haired soldier stumbled in utter exhaustion, and willingly flung himself face-forward into the unmade bed. He didn't care if he left the door open. He had fought three Agents, the same three triplets. He bashed and blocked and dodged, over and over. He leapt and twisted and turned, again and again. He fought them for three hours, enough to give Morpheus and Trinity time. He fought for three hours, but it felt more like three-- He didn't care. In fact, this was the seventh mind in three weeks. And it was beginning to take its toll on him. He needed to take a break.
Without removing his ragged overshirt or unbuckling his scuffed boots, Neo instantly fell asleep.
~~~
Pants. In the furthest corners of his slumber, where it mingled with the orange horizon of his consciousness, he somehow sensed his pants slowly and silently being unfastened and unbuttoned and unwrapped from his waist. Whether or not it was a distant dream, he didn't care. He didn't care about the bareness of his waist and hips, being exposed to the cool and chilly air. He didn't care and he instinctively rolled, or dreamt that he rolled. He dreamt that he rolled onto his aching back, which no longer ached, to offer more of his...
Hips. In the distant sunrise of his awareness, he sensed his pants and undershorts being carefully pulled down from his hips, down from his bare waist, lower and lower, to his tired knees. His pants binded his strained legs, restraining and trapping him. It was a welcomed trap, and he welcomed her...
Fingers. Under the rising sun, he sensed her delicate fingers upon his sleeping softness, waiting to be awakened and molded into shape. She quietly and delicately traced him. Her searching fingers traced him. He gasped in the growing warmth of the sunlight, as the sunlight warmed his hips and thighs.
More fingers. Warm surrounding fingers stroked him, while other caressing fingers grasped him. He gasped as rhythmic fingers began to awaken him.
Suddenly, the warming light of the rising sun splashed upon him. He felt her warm mouth, so warm, and her wet tongue, so wet.
Beating heart. He heard his heart beating in the brightening sun, as the sun blinded and awakened him from his distant slumber. He cracked open his dark eyes. His eyes focussed distantly and lazily. He gasped once more in her engulfing heat, as he felt her lips rising and falling and rising once more, her fingers stroking once more, other fingers grasping once more, her tongue swirling once more.
Pounding heart. He heard his heart pounding in the blinding sun, as he felt her rising and falling and rising once more. He slid his hands down. His hands floated and caressed her dark hair.
Racing heart. He shuddered and groaned, as he felt her rising and falling and rising once more. His hands settled in her hair. He shuddered and groaned once more, his hips and thighs tensing, his blood pumping.
Racing and soaring. He shuddered and groaned once more, as he felt her falling deeper. He felt her stroking faster, swirling quicker, squeezing tighter. In the distance, he felt it. He felt the horizon approaching, rushing closer and louder.
Closer and louder. He shuddered and groaned even more in the blinding sunlight and rushing horizon. It was rushing closer and louder, even closer and louder. He was rushing and tensing towards the edge. He was tensing and building and gasping and groaning. He was getting closer and louder, even closer and louder. It was so close and loud, so close and loud. Until, at last...
He burst over the edge, bursting and bursting...
He was bursting within her. He was shuddering and groaning. He was coming and coming, until he could come no more.
He shuddered once more, as his blood still rushed and his heart still raced.
He shivered once more, as his blood calmed and his heart slowed.
"Oh Trinity..."
He caressed her hair, as his blood still calmed and his heart still slowed.
"Trinity..."
He caressed her warm cheek and chin and lips.
"I love you."
~~~
Neo inhaled and exhaled deeply. With a sideways grin, he murmured, "What was that for?"
Their beating hearts drowned out the soothing hum of the ship.
Trinity just smiled.
~~~
No pain.
Without knowing it, Neo had forgotten the pain.
Without realizing it, he had forgotten the painful emptiness of losing Katie, of missing her eyes and lips and voice. He felt no more pain. After all, the pain and emptiness and loss never happened. None of them really happened. None of them really mattered. All that mattered was Trinity.
As Trinity smiled at him, he smiled right back.
END