The keys being played were soft, the sound of the piano drifting around the theatre in soft thrums. Every time a finger pressed down on one of the keys, a new sound would echo, harmonising together to create a beautiful symphony that still entranced its sole listener despite having heard it, the same melody and the same person playing, so many times before already.
The listener moved from his seat at the front of the theatre, taking slow steps as he moved towards the stage and the one sitting in front of the piano. Carefully, he moved up the steps of the stage, closer and closer towards his pianist.
It felt like time had moved slowly, that it had taken him hours to reach his spot behind the pianist, when in reality it had barely taken seconds.
A gentle hand pressed against the sitting one's shoulder, causing one last note to be played before all fell silent. It was night time, as far as they could tell, and they were the only ones in the whole place – all others had returned to their apartments, the ringleader included.
"Kyle," a voice echoed softly around the room, tracing the tails of the piano's sounds that were now long gone. "You always play such beautiful melodies," was the softly sighed follow up after the name, and the green eyed man took a step back as the pianist – Kyle – turned in his seat towards his lover.
"Only for you," Kyle said in reply, just as softly, but quieter, as though he didn't want to be heard by any who could be listening in.
A small smile lit up the other male's features, and he laid both hands on either shoulder of the one he stood in front of, bending down slightly so he could press a soft kiss to his lips. "I'm honoured," he murmured against them, pink flesh brushing pink flesh as he did so, barely a tickle in feeling. "I've always loved how you play the piano, ever since I first came here and heard you play," A humorous smile replaced the small one that had previously been there. "It made travelling to this hell hole worth it,"
Kyle smiled in return, and if it was a little more bitter than his counterpart's, neither one said anything about it. "My melodies are beautiful because they are for you, Harry," he said, hands travelling from the side of the male's legs up to his waist, where they rested fitfully as though they had been made to lay there. "You are always on my mind when I write them," he breathed softly, tilting his head backwards for another kiss, a simple brush at first which quickly became something more with the correct ministrations.
"You're a flatterer," Harry laughed, shuffling himself around until he was sitting on the pianist's legs, one arm around one side of his neck, and the other a home to his kisses and careful bites.
"Only for you, my love," Kyle said in return, head tilting to allow for more access to his neck, fingers digging into the wizard's waist, enough to bruise only slightly.
Mumbled words against his neck sounded, barely audible and muffled even further by more kisses being pressed against the soft flesh. "Hm. Thank you, Kyle. I do love you so,"
"I love you also, Harry. Always."
a/n: forever crying over kyle fitzpatrick even though the game literally tells us nothing about him.
and, ah.. please don't ask about this. i'm not quite sure where it came from. i've just been sucked back into bioshock lately and this popped up out of no where. kyle could have been so much more, bless his heart.. i hope you all enjoyed it, regardless of my uncertainty over it, and thank you for reading!