Between dark and dark
Friend brother lover student... all labels long blurred into a sticky vermilion. Like gyrating red eyes. Like blood gushing forth from a crushed plum. Uncontrollable.
I can't remember the last time I was in control.
Nobody minds. Control makes for mediocre shinobis; unhinged the truly great.
Look at my lover's battle scarred flesh. You'll know. Even if the moonlight makes a pliant body out of an intractable force.
I've found a madness to match my own. Found, I say. I might have helped shape it. I'm not sure. When the bed makes ghastly sounds, it's the joint song of madness it quivers to. Lifetimes of crazy spilling out of sweaty, convulsing bodies. Purging sins, semen. My rickety bed a morbid confessional.
My lover's body feels uncanny under my fingers. Inchoate flesh once entrusted to my care now writhing under me. Hands I had guided to wield elements like putty now reaching down down down, caressing me with unwonted cattiness. Sometimes with teeth. My former pupil makes me scream for having been such a shitty teacher.
I would like to say that I have changed, but fucking your ex-student hardly counts as progress now, does it? Especially one who's married with a child.
You're perhaps thinking it's love, plain and simple. How easy to condone things in the name of love! Love, the brightest whitener. Love, the blackest marker. Voila! The redacted narrative is now ready.
Do I love the person whose naked body presses against mine like a rutting snake? I burn everytime that sensual tongue descends on my cock. Those nimble fingers are all too familiar, crackling with desire and remorse. Yet the mismatched eyes that I see in slits when, together, we teeter over the edge belong to the wrong Uchiha.
Eye of my eye, flesh of my flesh.
I bury myself into a ghost.
Tomorrow, when I wash the smell of fire off my loins, maybe I'll finally stop forgetting that he has already died twice. Or can an idiot have nine lives?
The moon falls impassively on my tattered Icha Icha.