Moonlight.
He slept like an angel.
Kei watched the beautiful form of Sho as he lay, deep in the realm of Morpheus, dreaming. His brown hair splayed out on the pillow, softer than silk and far more beautiful. His skin, bathed in the moonlight, was like porcelain, smooth and pale. Kei wanted to touch it, to reach out and stroke it. He never would, not anymore, when they were awake, but sometimes, sometimes in the moonlight he could ignore a thing like that.
He reached out, and placed a finger on the smooth, pale flesh. So warm, so beautiful. So alive, alive where Kei was dead.
Sho shifted in his sleep, his full and gorgeous lips parting slightly in a dream. Kei's finger trailed gently down the skin and rested upon those lips, plush and velvety. They parted a little more, and Kei had to resist the urge to allow his finger to slip in to that warm cavern, to let Sho suckle on his finger. Perhaps, a time ago, Kei would have allowed it to happen. But also, a long time ago, Sho would have been awake, and not in love.
In love with Kei, perhaps…
Stop that.
Kei gently traced his finger away from those tempting lips. He did not wish to do something that he would feel forever guilty about. He did not wish to use Sho in such a way. They were friends. That was all.
But sometimes, in the light of the moon, it was easy to pretend they were not…
Wrapped once again in his dream, Sho gasped, a soft, honeyed moan that filled Kei's ears and sent shivers through his cold body. He looked out, out into the sky, where the moon was full, her soft light coating the sky. She bathed Sho in her light, making him appear ethereal, not entirely real. Yet another reason, perhaps, that Kei never did as he so wished. Sho would always be untouchable, for however much the young man tried, he would never be fully part of Kei's world, and Kei would never be his.
His fingers gently danced over Sho's cheek, loving the feeling of his skin, of skin he should never touch. It was so easy to ignore that fact, in the moonlight. Sometimes, sometimes it was all Kei could do, not to simply kiss him. He never would, though. Sho was not his to do that that. Perhaps it happened a long time ago, perhaps Sho had loved him as a child, when he had loved him also. Perhaps Sho had loved him all the way up to his late teens, when Kei also loved him. But Sho did not love him in the same way anymore, if he ever did.
Sighing softly, Kei let his fingers trail, briefly, down to Sho's neck, and gently caress the sensitive skin above his jugular. He could never be with Sho. He would only cause him pain, in the end.
But, he thought, as he leaned up to kiss him, softly, on the lips, sometimes that was easy to forget, in the moonlight.