Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN GRAVITATION. If I did, the poor fellows would be worked to death by me. So, don't sue me. And yes, I do have a strange incest infatuation. But it doesn't matter. Because I'm god.
There will always be a problem with who you're in love with. Whether it be because your mother doesn't like the way they dress or because it's your cousin- And I've already said too much.
The sound of glass shattering filled the room. Shiny pieces of melted sand lied on the floor, reflecting prisma colored lights onto the ceiling and the wall. I fell to my knees and tried to pick up the bigger shards, but it only stuck in my skin and released crimson red blood onto the floor and my clothes.
"Suguru-kun? Suguru-kun! What on earth are you doing?" He said as he ran into the kitchen. I stared at my hands in disbelief, as if I was so overpowered by everything. Like I had lost control. This wasn't the way I normally felt. This was something… something more.
I blinked and tried to hold back the fiery liquid that hid behind my eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." Too late. The sobs of pain and discomfort streamed out onto my cheeks and there was no one there to hold me. Except… him.
He grabbed a towel and wrapped my hand tightly in it, to stop the blood. A lighter shade of pale hand came up and brushed away the tears. He held me in his arms and reassured me that everything would be okay and that the world wasn't ending.
"What's gotten into me…" I laughed off a little and leaned back against the counter.
He held me close to him, a kissed me lightly. I returned his offer, and he kissed down my neck. He stood up and carried me from the kitchen to the dimly lit living room, tossing me on the couch and straddling me. We shared passionate kisses everywhere. His hands were everywhere. My mind was everywhere.
The soft touch of his hands against my arousal. He slowly unbuttoned my pants… and then-
I sat straight up, breathing heavily. I was completely broken out in a sweat. And I was in my pajamas, in my bed, in my room. There was a tiny wet puddle on my sheets. The room was completely dark, and the digital red numbers of my clock red 3:48 A.M.
I rested my face in my hands for a moment. What did this all mean? I couldn't keep denying my feelings for him. The love tension was so thick at times I could taste it in the air. And it tasted sweet.
So sweet, it was in my dreams.
A/N wow I feel so accomplished. The second fic I've ever finished. Of course I have a million fics, but oh well. So, you like? R&R. Oh, hit me up on Livejournal, username is fakerainbowz.