(Dribble. Detention. HP/DM any era. No own, No money, Just love.)

Thunder

Lithe fire, burning brightly by the desk he huddled over. Green eyes filling with pain as wafts of smoke crept up to caress them. He hated it, the dull roar of stillness gripping to the stale air. He glared over the flame to the gray eyes that seethed, almost as bright as the flame they reflected.

* CRACK *

Thunder roared across the sky. No rain, no relief for the endless drought, just the endless echoes of empty promises.

* CRACK *

Desks slam against the floor as the words were hidden by the resounding sound. He races towards the boy, eyes flames.

* CRACK*

Flesh-on-flesh, fists connect to face as he topples over the desk. He stands up, pulling the boy closer to his shadowed face.

* CRACK *

Thunder booms across the room as the Green eyes scan the gray for hints of jest. Finding none, the eyes widen and clenched fist raises.

* CRACK *

Sinking fist into the stomach, gray eyes widening in shock, pain seeping through his figure.

* CRACK*

Words covered by lips, tongue seeking refuge in the warm darkness that is his. Hands fly to caress the smooth skin of his enemy, his lover.

*CRACK*

He pulls the boy to the desk, clothing falling off as they press closer, dying to feel more. Skin touches skin and a hiss of relief spreads through their bodies.

*CRACK*

No release, just hands and teeth as they slide against each other. Sweaty hands cover sweaty mouth as the sounds rise in volume.

* CRACK*

Climax, pain and pleasure following in waves. One boy smiles, one boy blushes, both boys love.

And the rain finally falls.