This was written a a drabble for the prompt moon.
This will be our last time together
The moon shone through the skylight hitting the floor where two men lay bathed in its light. They held on to each other, sweat still glistening on their skin, knowing that this could be their last time together.
So many secrets had emerged that day but the love they had for each other had held them together again. They basked in its afterglow, wanting never to part. But they were Torchwood and the world came first.
'By tomorrow's full moon all this could be over,' the younger man said, without any real conviction.
And for one of them it was.