Disclaimer: I do not own Weiß Kreuz and none of the characters mentioned in the short fic below and to the almighty Nekojita-sama who first put the idea of Yohji being a sun in my head. I really sincerely hope you continue on with your works because I absolutely love and WORSHIP your writing. :D
Warning: AU Fic, Yaoi. BoyxBoy. MalexMale loving. Extreme suggestive and if you're anti-yaoi please head back and select the non-yaoi pairings. That, and please keep in mind while reading that this piece of short work is rather abstract.
Credits to Toraneko-kor darling for the beta.
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Warm fingers traced down the side of the porcelain doll lying under him, lips meeting his own as they ravaged each other's mouths.
Fingers tangled themselves in goldren strands as he was filled, the sound of their ragged breating lost in the sounds of their hearts pounding. They rocked against each other, pace unhurried, tanned sun-kissed skin with golden rays falling over his shoulder a stark contrast to the pale moonlit skin underneath, a halo of bloodred silken strands surrounding a face of ecstacy.
Slowly, they rocked against each other, neither willing to hasten to the peak. Hands sought out the other, fingers intertwining as they continued on with their sensual yet torturous dance.
They knew it was coming, the inevitable release of their passion and yet, both never wanted it to end. He came first, the blood covered moon, the golden sun following not long after. Tongues clashed as a passionate kiss was exchanged, whispers of names swallowed, lost in the kiss.
The basked in the warmth of each other, unspoken words exchanged, silent of messages of love sent.
It wasn't long before he moved, a gentle hand running down the side of the pale face, a smile of sadness creeping onto his face as the moon tiled his face into the caress, a look of understanding appearing in amethyst eyes.
Closing his eyes for a moment, he rose, pain growing in his chest with each step he took away from his beloved. With one last glance back, he left, eyes shining with tears unshed, the sun to his worshippers.
Staring at the back of his departing lover, the moon closed his own orbs, slipping deeper into the sleep of death with each step his lover took, awaiting the time where the sun would return, bringing back his life, and reawaken him.
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A/N: C&Cs please?