Name – Sinister
Genre – Dark Romance
Warnings – Yaoi
Main Pairing – NaruSasu
Something wicked this way comes…
Summary – It's coming for him. And it's beautiful…
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It's polluting the world. It's stinging away at his flesh. It's injecting poison into his veins. He feels its toxins seeping into his being. The world has become venomous, corrupting the innocents, banishing the heroes and imprisoning the saints. It roams across the land, stealthily seeking victims and enslaving humanity with its shadowy tentacles.
It's coming for him.
The darkness is coming for him. And it's beautiful.
With porcelain skin, so pale like the leaves of a lotus flower, that shines so prettily – so invitingly that he can almost taste its bittersweet glow of corruption. With shapely lips the color of love, so kissable – so irresistible that he can almost embrace its torturous, merciless poison. With almond eyes darker than black, so deep – so powerful that he can almost see the lost souls it's devoured in those depths and forgive it for all it's done.
And he can't stand it.
That he, like many before him, is slowly succumbing to its loving call. That he, like so many before him, is longing for its toxic touch. That he, like too many before him, was craving for its attention. That he, a man who'd sworn a dedicated life to the divine, ever-weakening light, was straying from his path towards heaven – lured away by the beast of the underworld, a monster who bathed in the blood of angels and whose beauty would haunt every mortal till the end of time.
It's calling to him.
It speaks his name so gently, so softly, with a voice no choir could ever outdo – with a voice that pierces through every defense and destroys every shield, every wall with little effort.
It speaks to him so lovingly, so sweetly, with such innocence and tenderness – with such perfect lies and wondrous promises. It speaks of freedom, it speaks of happiness. It speaks of all the things it knows will fuel his forbidden lust.
The shadows dance like fickle flames around him. They giggle and chuckle. They laugh and sing. They have the voices of little children yet there is a sense of blood to their songs. The remnants of the lost souls their mother has conquered and collected.
But he listens and he watches as the shadows creep closer and closer, helpless, desperate and submissive, as they consume him. The children laugh and run as the world turns blacker and blacker until there is nothing but darkness.
And it's beautiful. And he cannot resist it any longer.
He calls back. Drawn to its alluring voice, captivated by its beauty – he reaches out to it, heaven forgotten, and begs the darkness to reach back. It crawls towards him like a secret mistress squirming on silk sheets. Anticipation blows fire into each of his cells as he closes his eyes and awaits its toxic touch. But it never comes.
The darkness hisses and pulls back as if the fire warming up his body burned it, wrapping slender, porcelain arms around itself. Its eyes now red from the blood it has absorbed, anger clear in its swirling orbs.
And there is sorrow. And he sees it so clearly – the silent scream of agony in those eyes. The darkness longs for him like he longs for the darkness. It whines like a wounded cub as it reaches out to him once more, but retreats to its shadows again after another hiss.
When it cries, he cries with it – because he feels the hurt, because he feels the pain. Even through the mighty wall that has separated them for eternity.
They will crave, they will want, they will long – but they will never have. A curse they will wear, a burden they will carry. A fate they will fight, a battle they will lose.
The light longs for the darkness like the darkness longs for the light.
But they will never be satisfied.
With its last tear shed the darkness fades leaving nothing but the sinister taste of love in its wake.