(Don't kill me... Kill Hotaru, she's the one who gave me the idea for this
fic (she's a hentai at heart))
Disclaimer: no owning here
Warnings: angst, lemon(????if you can call it that) heavy on the R rating, dark.
Hollow Pleasure By Horyuu
*In the darkness of the Kutou palace, where there is never a true moment of light... indeed the night is welcomed by most, for in comparison to the day, it is softer, more forgiving and hides more. Quicksilver dragons flit through the air, casting even more shadows. No one moves, no one dares to defy the darkness.*
A figure tossed in his bed, a slim white body arching and writhing in a dance of passion, no one saw, and no one knew.
The pleasure built slowly, long fingers elegantly twinning, caressing, and applying just enough pressure to make him whimper. His eyes cracked open, harsh metallic gold glittering in the moonlight.
Why was he doing this? Every night almost, since he seen HIM. Now as he lay here, as the pleasure racked his body, he thought of only one thing, HIM. As a child, scared, hurting, cold and alone he had wished for someone to be his angel, he now had him, but like an angel he was out of reach. And now he desired for that angel, fallen and dark, the bringer of death, to touch him, show him love and care, bring him pleasure and take his own. 'Strange' he mused in his head 'how the thing I feared as a child is the thing I crave now'
So cold, he could feel the darkness of his room enclosing him, keeping him safe as he indulged in this forbidden pleasure. Why couldn't he get over it? over a man that would reject and hurt him, WHY? He let out a soft moan, not caring if anyone heard it, they all knew his preferences anyway. Long damp strands of silver black twinned around his lower legs and arms as he arched his body upwards.
"Why?" he whispered softly as the pleasure heightened "why am I stuck loving him?" biting his lip he tasted copper, sweet and dark... what did his blood taste like? His head snapped to the side at the slide of a door... not his own though, HERS. He held his breath as she passed then let it out as a hiss when she was gone, he knew where she was going, and it burned, sending fiery cold ice chips further into what was left of his heart.
The pleasure was unbearable, the grip tightened on him, and finally he came, milky white spilling over an equally white, taunt stomach. His eyes were clenched, and beneath the lids he saw a flicker of what he wanted. Cold Seiran blue eyes and long silky golden hair. Milky pale skin, and an emotionless face.
His hand was wet, he raised it slightly, licking the fluid off it, tasting his shame "do you see what you've become?" his mind whispered, almost making him flinch "do you?"
He curled in on himself, letting the after shocks of pleasure go through him, but something wasn't right. It wasn't real, not fulfilling at all, so hollow, like his soul, like his heart.
Ruo Chuin, known as Tomo, closed his eyes and let quicksilver flow down his cheeks as the pain over took him.
(......Three words: Don't. Kill. Me. Be nice minna! This is my first fic!)
Disclaimer: no owning here
Warnings: angst, lemon(????if you can call it that) heavy on the R rating, dark.
Hollow Pleasure By Horyuu
*In the darkness of the Kutou palace, where there is never a true moment of light... indeed the night is welcomed by most, for in comparison to the day, it is softer, more forgiving and hides more. Quicksilver dragons flit through the air, casting even more shadows. No one moves, no one dares to defy the darkness.*
A figure tossed in his bed, a slim white body arching and writhing in a dance of passion, no one saw, and no one knew.
The pleasure built slowly, long fingers elegantly twinning, caressing, and applying just enough pressure to make him whimper. His eyes cracked open, harsh metallic gold glittering in the moonlight.
Why was he doing this? Every night almost, since he seen HIM. Now as he lay here, as the pleasure racked his body, he thought of only one thing, HIM. As a child, scared, hurting, cold and alone he had wished for someone to be his angel, he now had him, but like an angel he was out of reach. And now he desired for that angel, fallen and dark, the bringer of death, to touch him, show him love and care, bring him pleasure and take his own. 'Strange' he mused in his head 'how the thing I feared as a child is the thing I crave now'
So cold, he could feel the darkness of his room enclosing him, keeping him safe as he indulged in this forbidden pleasure. Why couldn't he get over it? over a man that would reject and hurt him, WHY? He let out a soft moan, not caring if anyone heard it, they all knew his preferences anyway. Long damp strands of silver black twinned around his lower legs and arms as he arched his body upwards.
"Why?" he whispered softly as the pleasure heightened "why am I stuck loving him?" biting his lip he tasted copper, sweet and dark... what did his blood taste like? His head snapped to the side at the slide of a door... not his own though, HERS. He held his breath as she passed then let it out as a hiss when she was gone, he knew where she was going, and it burned, sending fiery cold ice chips further into what was left of his heart.
The pleasure was unbearable, the grip tightened on him, and finally he came, milky white spilling over an equally white, taunt stomach. His eyes were clenched, and beneath the lids he saw a flicker of what he wanted. Cold Seiran blue eyes and long silky golden hair. Milky pale skin, and an emotionless face.
His hand was wet, he raised it slightly, licking the fluid off it, tasting his shame "do you see what you've become?" his mind whispered, almost making him flinch "do you?"
He curled in on himself, letting the after shocks of pleasure go through him, but something wasn't right. It wasn't real, not fulfilling at all, so hollow, like his soul, like his heart.
Ruo Chuin, known as Tomo, closed his eyes and let quicksilver flow down his cheeks as the pain over took him.
(......Three words: Don't. Kill. Me. Be nice minna! This is my first fic!)