Hey I'm back! Aren't you excited?! [no... well fine then, meanieface!] This is something new I wanted to try, I got sick of fluff and sex so I figured I'd write some angst for these two. So viola!
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Ouran. If I did... honestly I wouldn't know what to do with it.
Oh! And by the way, I never actually say which of the twins' POV's this is in. So guess! have fun :D
Temptation
Golden eyes, the most luscious amber shade, one of molten gold, where emotions simmer close to the surface and the key to thoughts revealed only for me gaze into mine and I feel the burning sensation fill my body once more. It washes through my veins and seeps into my bones, scalding everything in a hungry vicious way before cold grey disgust follows, sliding sickly after its heat, covering everything pleasant about the sensation. My stomach drops and it feels like acid burns within, not the citrus burn, but the nitrogenous one to follow. My heart skips three beats, slams to a halt and then picks up speed. The same way I feel every time he looks straight into my eyes.
I wonder what he must see in these eyes of mine. They may reflect his mirror image, hold the same burning qualities, the gold lolling and rolling in the same delicious manner that his have the tendency to do, but does he see the difference? I do wonder if he sees what lies beneath them, waiting, just lazing about, hoping that he'll find it one day and be just as disgusted with me as I am with myself. Is it the truth he will find in the depths of molten liquid? Corruption. That is what I feel my eyes must contain, as I must have been horrible corrupted to see in his eyes what I do. And I see one thing always: Temptation.
I'm so sweetly tempted, and it's this temptation that has been driving me to the edge, closer and closer to that impending ledge of near insanity everyday. It hurts. It's as rough and cruel as any physical pain but only worse as it taunts me even in my sleeps, turning my dreams into visions of erotica that delight me, until I realize their nature and it's turned into torture. I have never wanted like this. He is my constant temptation, and it's beginning to destroy me.
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We are close now and we stage whisper intimate words to one another. All I can think is that to go through one more day of this will spell my death. Girls around us scream in glee at the act we perform for them. And here I am, wishing it didn't have to be an act, that it wasn't a show. Wishing we could perform in a more private setting and the touches and words would be real. But that's just asking far too much.
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To say he was beautiful would be a full blown travesty. He was god's gift to man; god's punishment to me. And when he slept he was even more gorgeous. With light from the window scattered across his sleeping form it was nearly impossible to resist the thoughts swirling in my mind.
He gradually pulled me deeper and deeper into the abyss without even noticing it. He could sleep contentedly while I mentally beat myself to death if he liked. I wouldn't want to disturb him. He deserved his rest. He wasn't a disgusting person like I was. It didn't matter whether I was asleep or not. I was being punished either way. But it wasn't like I could leave his side either way.
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Temptation. That's what his eyes hold for me. But it wasn't just his eyes that brought sickly sweet temptation to me. He'd change, right there in front of me, as neither of us had even been shy about it and I could see his breathtaking body exposed before me. All hollow dips and smooth muscle, wrapped in glowing pale alabaster skin. It was so tempting to touch. To feel. To revel in his presence. God, just to know what it would be like to breath him in, to have his body flush against mine, to hear the delicious sounds I'm certain would spill out of his mouth.
Not to mention what he would taste like. His mouth, I can just imagine it'd be delicious. And the taste of his skin the the throws of something that should never happen. I shudder at the thought. And other parts of his anatomy. I hum to keep in the noise drawn forth from my throat. He's sending me a questioning look with the beautiful golden eyes that send me to hell.
Apparently that's where I am to live from now on.
Deep within the depths of golden hell.
One chapter down. More to go.
As to the other stories I have yet to complete... don't yell. I'll get back to "From Here On Out..." I just lost my bounce, it shall return.
So, who was it?
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