Shuichi closed his eyes and let his thoughts wander. At the same time, a strong set of hands traveled slowly down his sides, and a warm body pressed against his back. His wings were stretched as far as they could go, the blue and silver edges of the feathers shimmering in the moonlight.
It was a ritual, this touching and being with his lover and tormentor. Each night, as the moon rode across the sky, they would stand on the balcony, watching the pale orb on its journey, and Tohma would touch him in a slow and deliberately sensual manner. Touching eventually turned into fondling, and fondling gave way to sinful acts no angel would ever commit with a demon.
Yet, Shuichi sinned every night. He loved the pleasurable acts as much as he hated them, just as he loved and hated Tohma for leading him to the sins in the first place. It was simply how things had become since their bonding.
As clothing slipped away into nothingness and bare flesh touched bare flesh, Shuichi opened his eyes to see a full moon high above him. Its glow bathed the world around them, creating deep shadows the sun could never hope to achieve, and he thought such sights to be beautiful. Tohma's breath was hot against his neck, and black, leathery wings stretched over the white feathers of his wings.
Tonight, their ritual was taking on a new meaning. Just as the sun had power to offer, the moon did as well, and Shuichi had learned long ago he felt more alive when under the lunar object. An angel of the night was what Tohma had called him, the reason for their bond to one another.
Rich power enveloped Shuichi as the sensual touching continued. Behind him, Tohma hummed, sending delicious little shivers coursing along the dark-haired angel's spine. Tonight, and every night, was theirs so long as the moon journeyed across the sky and shone with a silvery light. Tonight, he would forget his hatred of his lover and tormentor and simply love.
It was what angels did, after all.