He was so beautiful as he slept.
He was calm and somber, so unlike his usual haughtiness. Yumichika slept like an angel. His head slightly tilted toward the moonlight, every hair seemingly placed delicately on one side of his head, so completely still.
Even though his skin was hot and shined a healthy glow the boy looked nearly dead. As Souske watched his fingers trace up the bare chest of his sleeping beauty he wondered just how long the young one would make it alive. With him being so close to danger; how long would it take until he got burned?
Souske ran his calloused fingers over Yumichika's neck and reveled in the way the pale skin shivered away from the feather touches. He could kill the boy at any time if he wanted to. Especially in this moment. When all of his sleeping beauty's barriers were gone and he was in his most fragile of states. If he had the thought he would do it.
There would be no talk or cries, just pure torture in those few seconds the boy would have if he woke up during his death. The splash of surprise and pain shone through those bright violet eyes as they withered away.
Souske smiled as he realized that Yumichika would truly have a beautiful death if he were to go out by his hands. Raped physically and mentally as well. Everything the boy preached about in life would surely be mirrored if he died right at this moment. He would be pure innocence, submission, and beauty.
But it seemed that every night when his sleeping beauty lay his head down and fell asleep within the confines of Souske's bed that he thought the same thing. Yet when the morning came and Yumichika's eyes finally blinked open to meet his own drowsy ones he was never sadder to see them.
In the end he would always love to see his sleeping beauty's open. But most nights while he lay awake and watched like a hawk he would wonder.
Lately he had been wondering when it would be that he would have the thought.