Note: Written in February of '06.

Lemon is mentioned, but not REALLY shown. Oh, right, and character death.

You stand in a room. You know why you're here, and are anxious waiting for me. You are light, and I am dark. Or so everyone tells us. But when we come here, nothing else matters, and there are no names mentioned but ours. When you see me come out of the shadows of the room, your eyes brighten, and I take you into my arms. Kissing you on the neck, I softly whisper to you.

"I've missed you. It's been two weeks. I was worried about you."

"I missed you too. It's been far too long," you reply.

I look in your emerald eyes, and see pain, worry, regret, and fear. I know why these emotions are present, and do worry about them, but not at the moment.

I kiss your neck, and work my way up to your ear. Sucking on the lobe and humming, I hear a soft moan come from your luscious lips. I use my tongue to trace the shell of your ear, and hear a groan. I pull your shirt off, and look at the scars that so many have put there, including me.

I conjure a bed from the dirt on the floor, and carefully guide you to it and lie you down at the edge. I see your cock rise in your pants in anticipation, and feel mine doing the same.

"It's not fair to tease," you say while unbuttoning your pants.

I slap your hands away, and tell you that I'm not teasing you; I'm taking my time because we don't get this much time very often. I start to slowly take off my shirt, and then move onto the buttons of my pants when I hear you gasp.

"What is that?"

I look at my chest, and there is a large scar on it. "It's new. I got the medic to close it, but the scar wouldn't go away."

I decide to leave my pants on, and go back over to you on the bed. While I unbutton your pants, I that you have already taken your shoes off, and am glad that I won't have to bother with them. I remove your trousers from your lovely body, and then remove your boxers. As soon as your cock springs from its constraints, I can feel my mouth watering with want. I run my fingers lightly up, from your toes, to your ankles, to your knees, to your hips, then finally around the base of your cock. You gasp harshly at the sudden contact. I lower my mouth onto yours, and lightly bush my lips against yours. I put two of my fingers in your mouth, and you suck on them and get as much saliva on them as possible. Then I start to prepare you and you wince a little and the first pain, and after that you were gasping for more.

"Please…"

"Sshhh."

You immediately hushed, because I put a third finger inside you. I decide that you're ready, and finally take my own trousers off. I remove them completely, and let them fall on the floor. I then push you back, and climb on top of you. I enter you slowly, relishing the tightness, and your ever-changing expressions.

We finish quickly, not as quickly as usual, but always quicker than we'd like it to be.

"Do you want to leave first, or shall I," you ask me while I clean myself up.

"Go ahead. I need to destroy the bed and all other evidence of what has been done."

With a quick kiss, you depart. I'm not sure I'll see you again. One of us could be killed at any time. We both know that, but choose to ignore it for the few spare moments we have together. The distraction is nice, but real life is looming back in front of me. I destroy the bed with a flick of my wrist, and then exit the tent.

I look up when I hear my name called, and see a flash of green, then nothing else. I know at least he will mourn me.