Title: Fluorescence
Author: keelhaul lizzie
Pairing: MihaeruxClaude
Rating: R
Genres: Angst/Drama
Summary: Two boys in a bathroom. MihaeruClaude
Warnings: yaoi
Date: September 30, 2004
Author's Note: Another thing I wrote a good while back and only decided to post now.
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scar tissue that i wish you saw, sarcastic mister know-it-all, close your eyes and i'll kiss you...
--scar tissue, the red hot chili peppers
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The frosted window of the bathroom was fogged with rain again, distorting the view of the gray sky outside.
Mihaeru traced patterns absent-mindedly on the glass; nonsensical swirls and lines that slowly faded, like scars, into nothingness.
He started when he heard the creak of the door as Claude pushed it open.
"Mihaeru..." Claude eyed him nervously as he turned around and fixed him with a stare. "... What're you doing?"
"Nothing." He took a step forward, his footsteps echoing against the black walls, and leaned forward, catching Claude off-guard with an awkward kiss.
It was the same as all their other kisses-- slow and inexperienced.
Claude pushed Mihaeru against the low counter, stark and painfully white against the black wall, and sat him on it, his toes barely skimming the against the too-polished floor.
He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror as he fumbled with the button of Mihaeru's jeans, his eyes reflecting the harsh fluorescent light.
Their ritual went as it always did-- Claude's lips and tongue wrapping around Mihaeru's cock with inexperienced enthusiasm; Mihaeru's fingers twisting in his hair and nails scraping against that stretch of hard marble.
He held his breath and waited as he came, trying not to groan.
Claude, as usual, inelegantly spat the end result into the sink, the come splattering and leaving a pattern. He hastily wiped his mouth and neatly tucked Mihaeru back into his pants.
"Balthez... He's going to get mad at us again..." he said breathlessly.
"I know." Mihaeru kissed him again, awkward as ever, and pushed him out the door as he heard familiar footsteps echoing down the hall.
He turned to stare at the faded-scar window and the splatter in the sink, both dead and dull in the fluorescent light, and held his breath as he waited for the footsteps to stop.