All of the noise within the room would normally distract one from focusing on a single person, conversation or otherwise. Few were eye-catching, but within a few minutes they would turn out to be a bore and then you'd be going onto the next person and repeat the same process.
Two young men who often rivaled each other crossed paths, one being dominant, strong and hard-headed while the other parted with a kind word and left him behind- not willing to be so combative like the other. One was atheist, the other was religious and they were complete total opposites. Yet as they say, "opposites attract".
It was than at that very moment when there was a discussion that the man, Azreal had started that fuzzbox had come and spoke to him. Immediately, the brunette caught the blonde's attention and their eyes locked in a dumbfounded stare. Neither wished to admit it, but in each other's presence their hearts raced in their chests and thoughts that were less-then-innocent whirled around inside their heads like a fierce tornado.
Time slowed down, both men ignoring the presence of everyone else as they run towards each other- the desire unable to be withheld much longer for it had been such an agonizing long time that their emotions have been suppressed. Arms outstretched, they met in a firm embrace, slender bodies touching as their gazes met. Azreal was taller than fuzzbox by only a couple of inches, his gaze often being forlorn and empty while fuzzbox's always had a sweet shine to them which Azreal secretly admired about him. Maybe Azreal was missing a part of him the whole time he had lived, and fuzzbox was that puzzle piece that would complete him.
"God is dead!" Azreal growled brusquely before he crashed his lips onto fuzzbox's, hearts skipping at almost the same time, both able to feel each other's warmth while the atheist tried to inhale the Christian's face. fuzzbox did not make any attempt to push him away, returning the liplock with the same fervor as frisky hands explored each other's bodies with eagerness. Both could have sworn they heard Celine Dion's "Power of Love" in the background during the whole thing, and in a matter of minutes they were stripped of all their garments.
Cause I'm your laaaadaaay...
"Kiss me, you atheist fool!" fuzzbox ordered, pulling Azreal down for another savage kiss as their tongues battled for dominance. Not liking to be on the bottom while they were on the cool floor, fuzzbox daringly flipped over, he looming above the stunned atheist with a cocky smirk.
And you're my maaan...
Azreal knew his place, but found it daunting that such an innocent figure could be capable of being so dominant. He was inexperienced in these matters, and thus gladly let fuzzbox take the lead. Legs were tangled with each other, groans were elicited and skin slapping against each other for minutes, neither taking note of the stunned GDers watching their passionate lovemaking.
Whenever you reach for me...
Scythe of Relief closed his eyes while shaking his head sadly at the acts, his stomach doing flips out of disgust. He only wished that they have done this in PM. God watched from a distance, shedding a tear of joy saying "Azreal... your mother would have been proud..." While a lithe finger rose to wipe it away. It was as emotional as a wedding, but far more explicit to say in the least. After a couple of more minutes full of grunts, moans, sighs and so much more they reached climax and fuzzbox collapsed on Azreal's sweaty body.
I'll do all that I can...
Still, although the bliss was over and they were catching their breaths they did not notice everyone staring at them, be it in either pride, shock or horror. Azreal lifted a slender hand to fool around with fuzzbox's silky locks. "Unlike Jesus, I don't need three days to rise again." And with that, they fell asleep for the night, no GDer daring to disturb them.