Black hair and mismatched eyes, porcelain limbs spread on silken bed sheets

Black hair and mismatched eyes, porcelain limbs spread on silken bed sheets.

Blonde hair and blue eyes, staring down from where he'd crawled across the rumpled blankets.

A smile that isn't a smirk, eyes wide and barely focused.

Grinning wider than ever before, hands slipping higher and higher.

A cry that echoes, arching up and wriggling for friction.

Screaming towards the ceiling, burying his face in the white shoulder.

D doesn't wake up when Leon slips off the bed, pressing his hands against his face. He can doesn't remember the moments, but he knows something is wrong.

"But it's right."