Disclaimer: This may be based off Romeo and Juliet, but it is NOT your
typical Shakespeare fic. Therefore I am warning the following: homosexual
content, occasional bad language, twisted plot lines, and general butchery
of Shakespeare's original.
"Romeo! Here!" Gentle hands reached out to the boy. Romeo took them, allowed himself to be pulled over the rail.
He was embraced. "We have so little time." Romeo nodded. The moonlight striking his lover's face was enchanting. . . he wondered how the moonlight would look on the rest.
Romeo shivered when those light, gentle hands began to undress him. Deft lips covered his, and he moaned.
The lips turned up in a grin. "Quiet, darling. We cannot afford to wake anyone."
"Kiss me," Romeo said, oblivious to the warning. His lover complied.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Romeo awoke, battering his eyelids in the faint morning light. He smiled down at the body that lay next to him, entangled in his arms.
"Good morning," he said.
Tybalt groaned and stretched, yawning widely. "Good morning, darling." Tybalt kissed his chest.
"The sun is starting to come up." It was something that neither of them wanted to hear.
"Don't leave yet," Tybalt said. He pulled Romeo closer. "I've missed you." He ran his hands through Romeo's hair, and then cradled his face.
"I have to go," Romeo said, a hint of sorrow in his voice. "I can't be caught here." It was the truth. If anyone found Romeo in Tybalt's bed, there would be hell to pay. Love wasn't a good enough excuse for two men being together. . . wasn't a good enough excuse for members of two warring families being together. Love, Romeo reflected, wasn't a good excuse for anything at all.
Tybalt kissed Romeo again. "Some day. . ." he said. "Some day." Romeo knew what he meant. Some day, we can be together without fear. Some day, we can lie in bed until noon, asleep in each other's arms. It was a day that Romeo wanted badly and knew would never come.
Romeo kissed Tybalt back. "Some day," he replied softly. He got out of bed and hastily threw on his clothes, aware of Tybalt's eyes watching him the entire time. Tybalt followed him out onto the balcony.
They shared one last kiss before Romeo slipped over the railing to make his way home.
A/N: Yes, I know, this is VERY strange. Mr. Shakespeare is probably spinning in his grave right now - that is, if he hasn't escaped it already to make his way to my house to kill me. However. . . I couldn't help it. I think these two are VERY slashable, and this is my attempt to prove it. ^_^
"Romeo! Here!" Gentle hands reached out to the boy. Romeo took them, allowed himself to be pulled over the rail.
He was embraced. "We have so little time." Romeo nodded. The moonlight striking his lover's face was enchanting. . . he wondered how the moonlight would look on the rest.
Romeo shivered when those light, gentle hands began to undress him. Deft lips covered his, and he moaned.
The lips turned up in a grin. "Quiet, darling. We cannot afford to wake anyone."
"Kiss me," Romeo said, oblivious to the warning. His lover complied.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Romeo awoke, battering his eyelids in the faint morning light. He smiled down at the body that lay next to him, entangled in his arms.
"Good morning," he said.
Tybalt groaned and stretched, yawning widely. "Good morning, darling." Tybalt kissed his chest.
"The sun is starting to come up." It was something that neither of them wanted to hear.
"Don't leave yet," Tybalt said. He pulled Romeo closer. "I've missed you." He ran his hands through Romeo's hair, and then cradled his face.
"I have to go," Romeo said, a hint of sorrow in his voice. "I can't be caught here." It was the truth. If anyone found Romeo in Tybalt's bed, there would be hell to pay. Love wasn't a good enough excuse for two men being together. . . wasn't a good enough excuse for members of two warring families being together. Love, Romeo reflected, wasn't a good excuse for anything at all.
Tybalt kissed Romeo again. "Some day. . ." he said. "Some day." Romeo knew what he meant. Some day, we can be together without fear. Some day, we can lie in bed until noon, asleep in each other's arms. It was a day that Romeo wanted badly and knew would never come.
Romeo kissed Tybalt back. "Some day," he replied softly. He got out of bed and hastily threw on his clothes, aware of Tybalt's eyes watching him the entire time. Tybalt followed him out onto the balcony.
They shared one last kiss before Romeo slipped over the railing to make his way home.
A/N: Yes, I know, this is VERY strange. Mr. Shakespeare is probably spinning in his grave right now - that is, if he hasn't escaped it already to make his way to my house to kill me. However. . . I couldn't help it. I think these two are VERY slashable, and this is my attempt to prove it. ^_^