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Look Into My Kaleidoscope of Emotions, And Feel	By : lemonykisses Category: +S through Z > Static Shock Views: 4197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Static Shock, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: It Was Only A Kiss
By: LissaChan
Rating: R for adult situations and some language
Warning(s): Cross-dressing, some violence, OOC and AU
Disclaimer: I do own the two OMCs, also Richie’s sense of style in women’s clothing. Sadly, I do not own the song, "Mr. Brightside". The Killers do. *hearts The Killers*
A/N: Please don’t kill me for the huge OOC on F-Stop’s part. I calmed him down to help this story make sense.
Beta: Chunk: I have no words to describe the cuteness. ^^
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F-Stop’s POV
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Three years have gone by due to my time in jail. I’m out; labeled as an ex-con and I move on, because I split from the MetaBreed. I realize I don’t want to be their pawn anymore…
I'm coming out of my cage

And I’ve been doing just fine

Gotta gotta be down

Because I want it all
I should be freaked out about Foley daring to come up to me dressed up like woman and kissing me right on the mouth. Only at that time I thought he really was a woman until he starts moaning against my lips. I should punch him, stomp him, something. But I just stare at him with my mouth hanging slightly open. He’s wearing makeup, glitter, and his lipstick is smeared on the left corner of his mouth. He doesn’t have his glasses on and I secretly wonder if he’s wearing colored contacts, because his eyes are blue, not dark green. Yes, I’ve watched his eyes. The dress he’s wearing is black and short, forming over the right places to hide and the right places to flaunt. He has on tall boots with heels that I know must be killing his feet if he isn’t use to them. He has on a purple-haired wig that’s cut short enough to form around his long face (and hide his adam’s apple, not to give too many secrets away), giving him a soft look. His legs are shaved, for Christ’s sake!
I just kissed a transvestite that I know, but I can’t stop thinking about him when he walks away.
It started out with a kiss

How did it end up like this

It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
He’s on the dance floor, swaying his hips to the music as his arms are around the neck of some random guy; this one being the fifth guy he’s danced with. He’s a slave to the music and he dances so fluidly. My eyes can’t stay off his hips as they grind against this guy’s own.
What is wrong with me?
Now I’m falling asleep

And she’s calling a cab

While he’s having a smoke

And she’s taking a drag
I yawn and glance at my watch. The bar is winding down by four in the morning, and Foley hasn’t left yet. I mean I could’ve, but I feel like if I leave him, and some guy gets a hold of him before I do… Fuck! I didn’t mean it that way.
I look over at the end of the bar to my right and see him giggling while trying to have a conversation on his cellphone. There’s another guy leaning on him, a black-haired Spanish guy kissing his neck and his wandering hands bring anger to my eyes. I want to smash this guy’s face in.
Why do I care?
Now they’re going to bed

And my stomach is sick

And it’s all in my head

But she’s touching his—chest

Now, he takes off her dress

Now, let me go
They leave just as the bartender shouts last call. The Spanish guy who has Foley opens the door and sunlight starts to peak through the room. Foley is a drunken mess. I know this is going to end up bad, and I can’t stop myself from following them out.
I grab my coat and leave the club, feeling like I need to throw-up.

And I just can’t look its killing me

And taking control
I have one last look at Foley as he kisses the Spanish guy drunkenly. The Spanish guy has his hands up Foley’s dress, fondling him; obviously pleased to know he is male under there.
That image burns a hole in my brain for the rest of the day. I can’t get Foley out of my mind, and the kiss he gave me. Pleasant, not sloppy or full of saliva like the girls of my past, he even tugs at my lower lip, nibbling it a little. I’m instantly hard at the thought.
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea

Swimming through sick lullabies

Choking on your alibis

But it’s just the price I pay

Destiny is calling me

Open up my eager eyes

‘Cause I’m Mr. Brightside
I sleep for a few hours only to wake up to a painful hard-on that demands to be released. I come with Richie’s face pulled in ecstasy as he comes with me in my mind. He’s Richie now, it seems, not Foley anymore.
I want him as my Richie. I can only feel jealousy right now to that Spanish guy, imaging what he’s doing to Richie… I wish I was the one who takes him home and makes orgasmic love to him-… Making love? Fuck, he’s even got me thinking like that now. I don’t want it to be a one-time occurrence. I want him living in my bed, eating my food in my kitchen, taking showers with me in my bathroom.

I’m coming out of my cage

And I’ve been doing just fine

Gotta gotta be down

Because I want it all
I’m at the club the following night, hoping to see Richie again. I’m right, and he’s dressed in a purple mesh top with a leather mini-skirt. He’s wearing a hot-pink wig this time, and he’s with a guy who’s wearing leather pants. They’re dancing dirty to a throbbing techno song. Leather Pants Man goes in for a kiss and Richie turns his face for the fourth time, playing hard-to-get. I feel a stab of jealousy. I wish he were playing hard-to-get with me.
It started out with a kiss

How did it end up like this

It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Richie finds me again, I don’t know how because I’m in a dark corner of the club. But he’s bold enough to straddle my lap, wrap his wiry-muscular arms around my neck and give me a long and deeply delicious kiss. He draws a very long moan from me when his tongue pries my lips open, tasting the beer on my tongue. He tastes like cherries and rum, an irresistible mix; combined with a hint of Richie’s own flavor and I’m fuckin’ hooked. I can feel his cock and I can’t stop my hands from slipping up his skirt and grabbing it. I even have time to stroke it before he snaps away with a loud gasp and shoves off of me. He fixes his skirt and leaves me.
My heart crushes. All those times I treat him with hate three years ago, he’s getting back at me by playing with my emotions.
Now I’m falling asleep

And she’s calling a cab

While he’s having a smoke

And she’s taking a drag

Now they’re going to bed

And my stomach is sick

And it’s all in my head

But she’s touching his—chest

Now, he takes off her dress

Now, let me go
The same thing happens like last night, only he’s with Leather Pants Man. My hands are shaking to punch that smug smirk off of Leather Pants Man’s face as he sneaks a hand up Richie’s skirt, making the blond gasp and giggle.

’Cause I just can’t look its killing me

And taking control
I leave the bar to see them get into a cab. I’m racked with anger, guilt, jealousy, and even heartache. I want Richie, I need him. I lo-… I love him. It all makes sense now. That anger for him is lust. I’ve always liked him, admired him in never giving up against me when I was Hotstreak. It’s easy to see he has always liked me, also. Even when I treated him so bad, he can kiss me and he knows I won’t hit him. Now I’ll lose him again over another guy.
But Hotstreak always gets what he wants.
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea

Swimming through sick lullabies

Choking on your alibis

But it’s just the price I pay

Destiny is calling me

Open up my eager eyes

‘Cause I’m Mr. Brightside
Before the cab can leave I rip the door open and jerk Leather Pants Man out of the cab. He yells in protests and swings at me. I easily duck from the blow and give him one of my own, packed with the fury I can easily control in my fist and drive home into his stomach. He barrels over, wheezing and sputtering.
Richie comes out, yelling at me. But I hush him quickly with my lips against his. His arms wrap automatically around me as my hands hold his sides.

I never...
He blows a kiss to Leather Pants Man from inside the cab and we drive off with him yelling curses.
I never...
I take him to my place, pay for the fare, and we never leave the apartment until two days later. He tastes good, smells good, feels good, and fucks very good. I get him to come hard several times until then, shouting my name every time.
I never...
I make him move in with me and we have to rent a bigger apartment to hold all of our stuff together.
I never...
It doesn’t matter; he’s mine now, and I’m never giving him up.
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