Rain
Players:
Sin, Thrax
The shower was loud, masking the noise of the world with the constant sound of water on the hard bathroom flooring. Sin stepped in, letting the water strike him with a stiff cold hand and going rigid for only a moment before relaxing under the assault. There were stories about this event outside the body called 'rain'. The cells in the epidermus knew about it and people who spent too much time up in the eye have been known to talk about it. Sin knew about it just as most other cells did, but he had always invisioned something else when thinking about it. Rain was what put out the fires. It was a cold downpour that cooled down heat and fire and turned the world into soft monochrome tones. It seemed so impractical to a virus, who thrived on the chaos and adrenalin that came with the burning. But under the shower Sin thought it might not be such a bad idea to cool down once in a while, to let the world smolder in it's burnt ashes and heal for the next wave of heated destruction. The water ran over the scars across his body, outlining the ridges in a sheen of liquid. They were reminders of what happened when you got too close to the fire, when you let the heat and passion burn away common sense and reason. Though he may lust and desire it, it would always burn and hurt him. He would be back for more, there was no doubt about that, but the water cooled his heated mind enough for him to set aside such thoughts for a brief while. For a moment he could let his burnt body heal, ready it against the next wave of the inferno he was so tempted with.
He was lost and didn't hear or see anything, and it wasn't till a strong presence was against his back that he realized he was no longer alone under the water. There was a hiss of water turning into steam as a long red claw came around to rest just under Sin's chin. A hand ran down his wet side, and a strong leg opened his thighs. Sin sucked in a sharp gasp of the hot steam as a familiar fullness enveloped him. Water splattered his upturned face, and for a brief moment he forgot about the freezing power of rain. For a moment he imagined it against his skin now, chilling whatever part of him was not being held by the one now inside him. Sin braced his hands and lowered his head, water dripping from the tips of his hair to the floor, and he thought that rain wasn't so bad after all...