Hello, people! I know, I know. Just why the hell am I writing this when I should be updating my other Ninjago stories?
Well, earlier, when listening to romantic music from an anime (not saying which one), I started thinking about Revival, and then started wondering, how would Morro and Lloyd kiss? And so I made this to write it for reference and fun, and thus decided to share the gayness with you.
It was originally just supposed to be a sweet little kiss, but my mind went way out of control. Thank god I stopped this when I did.
Anyways, this a/n is too long, so let's move on to the story/thing/whatever!
It was always like this. The way they kissed, stolen moments behind closed doors and hidden behind columns in the gardens.
Passionate or sweet. Right or wrong. Deep or innocent. But always secret.
Moments worth more than anything else. But never having said one simple phrase so many couples say to each other every day.
Never once did they say 'I love you.'
o-o-o-o-o-o
It was that fateful day, a frozen winter in which the wind master had to be careful not to get dripped on by icicles as he visited his lover.
The ghost pecked the green ninja on the lips, startled when he saw a pitiful look on Lloyd's (I almost wrote Ciel's, too much binge watching Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji *_*) face.
"Lloyd?"
"Morro… tell me you love me."
He didn't know how to react… Lloyd had never said something like that before. A small smile drifted onto his face as he moved over beside Lloyd, tilting up the green ninja's chin.
"I love you." He moved his lips onto Lloyd's, tilting the younger boy's head back further.
Lloyd gripped the fabric of Morro's gi feverently, toppling backwards against the bed with Morro on top of him.
He gasped instinctively when Morro nipped his bottom lip with his teeth, arching his neck as the master of wind trailed a kiss down his jaw.
I love you, was the quiet whisper that escaped the rosy lips of the blond young man.
I love you, was the returned whisper as Morro slipped one hand under the fabric of his shirt, whispering ever so gently against his lips.
I love you, was the unspoken message exchanged through rough, passionate kisses.
And those words were spoken once more as the lovers lay against each other that night, with a sense of finality that could never be taken away.
That was how they said I love you.
Sooooo... reactions? Mushy old fruit and rocks to the face? Did you like it? Should I write more like this? Should I include a scene like this (or in this style?) in Revival? Did it make you slightly red in the face? (It did me, that's my first time ever writing a yaoi make-out scene, though I've drawn one before, wish I could show it to you guys.)
Let me know in the reviews what you thought! Do svidaniya! (That's Russian for bye)