Title: Through the Night

Author: K-chan

Theme: Pulse, 3/50

Rating: T

Word Count: 344

Warnings: Previous sex implied

Disclaimer: If it's here, you get the point

Summary: Touma the insomniac.

The breathing calms, sweat vanishing with a lingering kiss of salt and soon cool skin is hurriedly covered by whisper sheets. Lady Night becomes frustrated with the steady denial of her gentle husband Sleep and with her cloak flutters one new dreamer's eyes fast shut, leaving one behind and unnoticed.

Eyes of a summer ocean gaze at hidden warm chocolate, and Touma watches his lover for a few brief content moments, pleased for once with something his actions have molded. One man-made seraph that has not fallen, a lone brushstroke sweeping across a formerly blank canvas, Suguru is his masterpiece. Regrettably, for this one such feeling cannot stay; as punishment for his unwillingly alert state the silence echoes in his ears and molecules of air tingle across his skin in silent mockery of the emptiness around him. He feels alone with the born breeze, void of all exempting panic at an instinctive level, loneliness deeper and accompanying. Newly frantic arms dart to the unseen one who shares his bed, and Touma clutches the body close to align them flush. Legs are carelessly jumbled, arms mixed while thin appendages search, caress, embrace, until he is satisfied with the undistinguishable medley of porcelain and moonlight.

He buries his face into the others warm neck, squirming a bit so Suguru's soft exhalations flutter his own silk thread hair and he can feel the delicate pulse beneath his lips. So close his freshly wetted tongue and lips imagine in their own fantasy they can taste the life that flows within it, only a thin layer of perfection separating.

While the silence and the trembles it brought are held at bay by a mere breath, the soft pounding he can feel wherever skin touches will hold him over until the sun spills it's tears over the world again. Because once the shroud of night pins down his false wings, the only thing to hold him sane as he lies awake in the hours to come is the steady thrum of another's heart, present when he feels none from within.

A/N: I use commas too much. I know this, the commas know this, and soon you'll know this too. Also… I'm feeling kinda shaky with this pairing because I had really lost my adoration for it, but I'm getting it back… so let's see if I can write it again. Most of these will be written during various classes, and that may lead to excessive oddness. One last thing, the rest of these will not have A/Ns unless something terribly important needs to be said. So rejoice.