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Metamorphosis	By : Innocentsorrow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Oasis Views: 3359 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction: I do not know any band member from Oasis; and I don't make any money from these writings.

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METAMORPHOSIS

By Innocent Sorrow

One Shot
Rating: R to NC-17(just to be on the safe side)
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know any band member from Oasis; and I don't make any money from these writings.
Summary: After the Toronto's incident, Noel notices some changes on Liam, as well on himself.
AN: It's been almost a year since I wrote this one, I didn't had the time to post it before. I really like this couple, even though the whole incest thing n.n. anyway I hope you like it. Reviews are very much welcome.

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He grew up just fine. Inspite of all that we've been through, he grew up into a good man.

Did I have anything to do with that?

No.

At least I don't think so. If anything, I made his life harder when we were teenagers, and made a hell of his life in our early years in the band, but there he got his payback too.

Back then I thought he was an spoiled child, with diva attacks, I never bothered to look far beyond that, the thought that it may be his insecurity, never crossed my mind. Not until he started writing his own songs.

That's when he made his final change of the metamorphosis that his life has been.

When he started writing, it was as if everything was finally taking its place, he became responsible, his tantrums stopped, and somehow I knew he was letting all pour into his songs. I don't know, but I guess he... mature?

I'm not sure, but it has to be something like that.

“True perfection has to be imperfect”... yes, I remeber when I wrote that line, I was thinking of him, of what his life has been, and all of who he was.

What I been blessed with.

I think I describe him better than I could have with a whole essay; but that's Liam, there are few words that can suit him as good as those... but I'm never telling him that.

He still has his “rage attacks”, yet he manages to controled them more, he keeps his ground with far more security than I've ever seen him done before, he's not so easy intimidated, and above all, he has learned to accept his own mistakes.

That until we played at Toronto's festival.

At first I didn't knew what was happening, he seemed a lot more quiet (and believe me, comming from him is something to go crazy about), and rarely let me out of his sight. I noticed, even if he didn't thought so.

It took me some weeks, but I noticed. I would like to give me more credit, but in fact it wasn't until I noticed the dark circles under his eyes, the tiredness in his voice, that I figured it out.

In my defense I only want to say I was dealing with my own monsters. That crazy man had been so fucking close to touch him... and I was on the ground, unable to reach him and keep him as far from my Liam as I could... who knows what could've happen. I didn't knew how close he had been of laying his filthy-thirsty-for-attention-hands on Liam, not until I watched the video.

“-Why didn't anyone told me about this?- I asked, hardly controlling my anger.
-Tell you about what?- Was Andy answer, Gem seemed content just by ignoring me.
-The guy, after pushing me down he turned to attack Liam- I said this time pointing to screen of my laptop, where the video was once again being reproduced.
-...Because he didn't?- Answered Andy very insecurely...
-Yes, but what if he had?- I was getting more and more irritated by the way Andy was answering my interrogation, and how he seemed more lost with each question.
-He didn't Noel, besides it was the other way around.-Finally spoke Gem.
-What do you mean?
-After Liam saw you were... relatively fine... he throw himself at the poor guy, security had to work hard to get Liam far away from that man before he killed him, never seen the kid like that before. I don't think you pay security enough to deal with an “angry Liam”, by the way.”

That's when I understood what was happening with my little brother.
I can't justify how I missed it, when it was all very clear.

When we were kids he used to do that a lot, whenever dad was around long enough to make our lives as miserable as he could. Liam would retreat into a shell were there was only room for him, not speaking with anybody, unless extremely necessary. And he woudn't let me out of his sight, which probably only made my need to keep him safe even stronger.

Afraid.

Liam only did that when he was afraid.

So I had found out what was wrong with him, I only needed to found out what he was afraid of, so I could shield him,and keep him safe. As it was my duty.

I went to bed that day with that thought in mind, and with the promise to ask him to see me tomorrow, as I hadn't been able to reach him that day, because of work.

I heard him comming into his room, which was connected to mine, around ten o'clock, feeling a little more calm knowing that he was safe in his room, I drifted to sleep.

However, and just how it seemed to be happening almost every night since the incident, nightmares of that man reaching Liam, filled my sleep.

I really don't want to remember them.

I woke up with little movement, and the first thing that got my attention was the soft light comming form Liam's bedroom, letting me know that the door joinig our rooms was open. Not hitting my bed in the least, but I could see it from the corner of my eye.

The next thing that got my attention and startled me was the figure of my brother, sitting on the couch just in front of me. He had a notebook in his lap, and was writing something, a cup of coffee was steaming next to him, and he seemed so used to it, that made me realised one more thing.

-Do you spend your nights like this often kid?- I asked almost in a whisper, still that didn't stop my voice from startling him, making him lose the grip on his pen and letting his note book fell to his feet.
-Shit Noel! You scared me- He said as if I have never asked anything, pick up his things, stand up and tried to move away. But I held his hand before he got too far way.
-This is why you look so tired nowadays.- I said more to myself than truly wanting an answer from him. And I got non, except from a little pull from his arm- What is it? Tell me, you know you can always...
-Is nothin' ok?- He said without letting me finish, and trying to get free from my grip on his hand.-Let go, Noel.
-Is nothin'? Then what are you doing here at...- I squinted to look at the clock on the drawer- Fucking three in the morning?!
-Icouldn'sleep- He mumbled, and I barely could gave meaning to his words.
-Why? Are you feeling ill?- I asked trying to get up, which only cause me pain, due to my stupid broken ribs.
As soon as my painful moan had left my lips, Liam was already by my side, grabbing me carefully and helping me to sit properly. I'm not ashamed to say that I took advatange of the position he was in, to pull him closer and roll him over on the bed, so I had him pinned between the matress and my body. I was sure I should have felt pain, but at that moment I was only aware of how close we were, and how my body touched his.

Brothers shouldn't touch like that.

-Noel, get off!!- He said not really pushing me to hard, probably afraid of hurting me. I had the upper hand.
As always.

-Why can't you sleep?- I asked him one more time, he looked at me for a moment before turning away, hiding his eyes from mine, exposing his sweet neck to me, his flesh looked so tender, just like a bird's, screaming to be bitten, kissed, sucked...
-Is stupid...- He whispered, bringing my attention to the current topic- You'll think is stupid.
-I'm your brother, by rule I think that 99% of what you do is stupid, it shouldn't stop you- I said trying to lighten up the mood, but it only seemed to get him deeper in thought, If I was right and he was afraid that wouldn't help him open up- I'm kidding kid, I won't think is stupid. If it worries you it worries me. Let me help you.
I said more calm, and actually concetrated on what we were talking rather than his anatomy. He turned to look at me, at the distance we were I could see his eyes perfectly, I swear they seemed deep blue in the dark, somehow lightening up the whole room; I could get lost in that look, hours will pass and I'd never notice.

It hit me. Non a single person held such power over me.

And to think I had been centimeters of loosing those eyes by a rabid man. I breathed trying to calm myself down, this was about him, there will be time for me. I took comfort in having more time with him. Close to me.

He stayed silent for a few more moments, probably trying to decide what he should tell me and how he should say it. Finally he spoke.
-I'm afraid... you were on the ground... I thought he had stabbed you- He said so low, that I had to strain to hear him, but even if I hadn't the expression of sorrow on his face would have been enough.
-But he didn't kid, I'm ok, we're all okay, in no time we'll be like always. I said to him, freeing one of his arms to move my hand to his face and caress him.
-I know, but... I can't shake this feeling...

He didn't have to say anything more, I knew what was he talking about, I had been feeling the same way since that day. I was scared of how close I had come to lose him.

Suddenly it all took place for me. The fights, the talks, the strong bond we shared, the sensation his body was injecting to mine, the hidden desires and forbidden lust, the truth of the feelings I felt for him.

I can only assure it was so wrong, that it could only be right.

And in the edge of what we could've lost, I didn't thought it was worth wasting more time, I realized that for him I was ready to risk anything.

I've always had been.

And I guess with that realization the last phase of my own metamorphosis ended.

My lips touched his before he could say anything. They felt as soft as they looked, warm and so right pressed against mine, that I couldn't help but deepened the kiss, asking him to open his mouth for me, which he did obediently, letting me taste the last traces of coffee in his mouth, feeling a different kind of warm, knowing him like I've never done before and at the same time, like I've always had. We had to part to take some air, but the look he had on his face was worth the separation.

His lips looked red and fuller from our kissing, and in his eyes was the question of what we were about to do.
-Noel?- He said my name, almost shyly, which only turned me on even more. This was a side of Liam that no one would ever see. This was MY Liam, the one that submitted to me, even if he argued, the one that will come to me for advice even if he didn't admitted to, the one that trusted me enough to see him this vulnerable, the one that was about to go to hell for me.

With me.

-I don't want to lose more time- I said next to his ear, smelling his hair and his neck, my most possessive instinct taking place- That night, I was also near to lose you, I don't want to waist more time. No when you could be mine in this life.
He looked at me, with a mixture of fear, lust, yearning and above all that, understanding.

Yes, he wanted the same thing that I did, he was afraid, but this time of something different, but to me it was too simple.

I kissed him again, and this time he was even more responsive, he knew how I felt, how he felt, and what we both wanted.
We explored our bodies, I let my hands met his in a completely different way, my lips traced every single curve his body draw for me, I drown in his waist, traveled his legs, worshipped his hips...

And when I finally was inside him, I felt, for the very first time in my life, complete.

We moved in sync, in a rhythm unknown and yet so familiar to ourselves. As we've been doing this all of our lifes.

When he moaned softly, and I tried to control myself. Not to hurt him.
To impress this moment in my memory forever. With a single headline:

Mine.

As I am his.

And when all ended in a white explosion, I felt his arms catching me, holding me, as my own arms came around him, to keep him safe, and were he belonged.

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He's laying on his stomach, his face turn to me, his eyes are slowly closing, while I trace different figures on the tender flesh of his back with my fingers. They feel so rough against a skin so soft.

I draw a heart, he laughs softly.

He wants to ask me what would happen with us now, but he won't do it. I know, and sometimes when he's afraid he rather avoid the whole theme.

Which makes me understand how important I am to him, that he prefers to keep silent that have to face my rejection.

Still, he moves to stand up, but before he can do it, I stop him placing a hand on his hips, mine now.

Then again, always been.

-Is late, you have to sleep.-He says not meeting my eyes.

I smile.

-I want to wake up with you, tomorrow, and the day after, and the they after that, kid. I already told you, I won't waste more time. I should have done this long ago.

He looks at me and this time I'm incapable of reading him, until a smile appears on his face, he caresses my face, and leans in for a kiss.

I feel in heaven.

We lay together in bed, his body next to mine, in my arms, his head lightly resting on my shoulder, hiding his face in the crook of my neck, letting me smell one more time that smell that makes him unique: coconuts shampoo, almonds... and now me.

He's safe with me, I tell myself, and anything he needs I'll give it to him, like I always have. Whatever that comes, this time I'll be ready to protect him, as probably will he.

I'll have to find a way to deal with my wife though, 'cause I'm not letting him go.

-We'll find a way- He says in a whisper, and out of the blue, knowing exactly my train of thought, reminding me of the wise man he is now. My arms holds tighter on his waist, letting him know that he's right. I kiss his forehead, coaxing him to sleep, he has some interviews tomorrow, and I don't want him tired.

-Security is suffocating me- He says, his voice already sleepy- We've never have had so many bodyguards... I can barely move...
-Get used to it, kid. They’re not going anywhere- I made one mistake in our security team, I wasn't about to repeat it, the first thing I've changed was the number of security guards on Liam- Because once I'm completely ok, it'll be them plus me.

He snorts, but lets it go, he ain't winning this one and he knows it. Stil he kisses my neck, letting me know he's ok with it, I only hold him tighter.

-I love you too.

And that's the last thing I heard him say, before falling in a peaceful slumber, with him in my arms.

So yes, I was talking at first of him, but I guess that all along it has been about me, what I felt, and what I needed.

Liam

It's weird because we're brothers, but we've never been the Jonas boys either, I'm Noel Gallagher, so I couldn't be any less concerned.

I've got what I wanted, and I'm not changing my mind. After all, metamorphosis cannot be undone.

“I'll meet you on a day that never ends
I'll greet you in a way that heaven meant
You lay me down gently on the leaves
You cover me over in my sleep”

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