Secret
A story of two individuals in the Dark Order sharing their lustful feelings together that could never be reveal to anyone else.
Rated M for Lemon M x F
A/N – please note that this is not my typical fiction, but somewhere deep and dark inside of me was just yearning to pour these thoughts out in ink from the bottom of my heart. What insanity was I possessed with when writing this? Anyways, enough about me. Also, I don't own any of these DGM characters.
The iconic crescent moon hung high in the sky, lingering over cool brisk air, watching the empty halls of the Order's headquarters.
Darkness.
Only the glowing petals of the precious lotus illuminated what used to be a lonely room, but now revealing secretes of the two bodies that are entangled into a world that is entirely of their own.
Their eyes met
At first, he never thought much about her. After the countless times he had run into her in the hallways and sometimes shared tables with her in the cafeteria for the past two years, those large brown eyes began to catch his attention.
Every time he saw her, she would be alone.
Just like him.
She would always give him a genuine but nervous smile, but never the eye contact he desired. His curiosity grew, when he learned of her dedication to never give up, he began to admire her determination, secretly, of course.
Day by day, he grew fond of her, without realizing the consequences of where it will lead to. Some days, he would watch her from the balcony above and he would feel the need to protect her, to shield her from all the dangers in the world, despite her clumsiness of walking into objects and dropping things along the way. Oddly, he was attracted to her simpleness and every time she would bow her head politely and walk away from all her troubles with a content smile. He on the other hand would cause havoc. Perhaps that was the reason he was warming up to her.
No matter what, he would not say a word.
Not a word to anyone, and he would not admit his emotions not even to himself.
Until one day, she accidentally walked into him and her eyes looked up to meet his.
Innocence.
No word was expressed.
There was no need.
It was a mutual affection and he took her hands gently into his.
Their lips touch
"This is not right…." She protested.
"Shut up," his voice soft and smooth.
"What will the others think?"
"Who cares, they will never find out."
No one else would know. They are so different from each other on the outside; no one would ever believe they would be together.
And if they do get caught, may they be forever condemned in the name of the Vatican to have committed such sinful act.
He placed his lips over hers to cover her soft cries of protest. She had always afraid to be a burden to others. Only words of resentment and apologies will rain out of those feeble lips. Before, he would silence her with his menacing glare but now he can just shut her up with his lips. His words have always been short, crude, and almost all the time offends. However, they are now softened by her gentle lips.
Their tongues tied
Ever since she was a little girl, she dreamed of love to be sweet. The man would shower her with flowers and chocolates. They would hold hands, exchange funny stories, and laugh as they stroll through the gardens. How strangely was she wrong when reality contradicts her dreams?
Her first taste of him was bittersweet, like dark chocolate. She craved more. There was no flowers, no walk in the park, but this lustful feeling which she was physically attracted to became darker and darker.
On the other hand, he never even thought about relationships. Love to him was just a childish game that will only get in the way of his profession. An Exorcist should focus on his duties above all else, but….
there are exceptions... right?
His point of view changed when he tasted her lips, which is bitter yet smooth, like red wine aged to perfection. He couldn't stand sweets, so this was just perfect for him.
Even the warrior's heart can be tamed with a maiden's kiss. Before he knew it, he was craving more and more for this taste.
Their bodies close
Slowly, each button was unclasped and every zipper unzipped. Their uniforms tossed aside on to the floor amidst the heat and passion of their love making.
She crossed her arms over her body as she is as timid as a lamb. It took him several tries before he can pry her arms away and plant them on his firmly sculptured chest. Nervously, she traced her fingers over his battle scars, and her heart felt each pain that he had endured.
Did he bare all these pain alone all these years?
She wished she could reverse time to heal his wounds. She has the ability to do so, but only for a temporary period of time. It will never completely go away.
Her eyes then rest on the mysterious symbol that was tattooed on his chest. So many mysteries about him, and so many questions that she wanted to ask but too afraid to.
In contrast, her body was flawlessly smooth. His hands curiously explored her feminine curves. A sense of urges heightens within for each part that he touched. With the strength of his arms, he brought her closer to his body. Even though there was no scar, he could feel her past with his natural gift of intuition. Deep beneath that porcelain white skin were histories of countless failures and loneliness that have scarred her inner being.
Yet, those adversaries have made them both grew stronger as an individual and their lonely hearts brought them closer together.
At last, he entered her
Fingers intertwined.
Breathes quicken.
Time and Honor
The two melted together as one.
She let out a soft cry before he silenced her with the tip of his finger placed gently on her lips. She looked up to catch a glimpse of his face. "Silence or they can hear you." He whispered.
"But I really don't think this…" she winced.
He cut her off with his lips. He knew very well this was forbidden, and the fact that she is seven years older than him makes this relationship even more a blasphemy to the church. He knew they had to be cautious.
He quickened his movement and soon … an unfamiliar yet pleasurable feeling rippled through their bodies, and they came over …
and over again.
Innocence loss is now words known in a different context.
They both knew they were not suppose to, but how could something this wonderful could be so bad?
The moment lasted seconds, but to them it felt like eternity. They looked deeply into each others' eyes and it felt like time had stopped.
He never cared much about his life and he knew his time was short. However, in this instance, she gave him a purpose to be alive. With only two pink petals remain, he became to understand that time is precious.
There are still things he doesn't understand. The young dedicated swordsman, driven by his desires, had gone against the Order's rule. At this time, he could care less. As long as they keep this a secret, no one will ever find out.
From beneath the moonlight, a tiny petal budded within the enclosed glass.
A/N – Thanks for reading and I hope you like this story. Don't forget to drop me a review. Whether you like the story or not, what needs to be improved, or just almost anything. I would love to hear from you!