Author's Note: I feel like I've been neglecting Lloyd/Brad, so here's a sweet quickie!
Ninjalogy
By: Mad Betrayal
Chapter 8 ~ A Nightly Tradition
Brad exited the bathroom and stepped into the bedroom he shared with his lover. He wore nothing but a towel that hung sinfully low on his narrow hips, while he used another to rub his hair dry. He shivered reflexively as coolness of the room touched his skin, and padded over to his vanity. And as soon as he sat down, he smiled…for his lover immediately stopped what he was doing and rose from their bed.
"Lloyd…"
The towel was gently taken from Brad's hands, and laid across his naked shoulders. The ritual was about to begin…
The blonde standing behind him smiled into the reflection, his crimson eyes glittering in the evanescent light of the late evening. Silently, he took a comb in hand and ran the first stroke through a portion of glistening black strands. Brad's eyes slipped close of their own volition, and comely peach lips parted into a sigh at the wonderful feeling of his lover's tender ministration.
"Lloyd…"
Brad's hair was glossy onyx, firm and strong. It flowed passed his shoulders and teased the edges of his waist. It seemed impractical to keep one's hair so long during this modern age, especially a man. But Brad didn't care. He never wanted to cut his hair, and this precious tradition was the reason why.
"Your hair is so beautiful, Brad," Lloyd breathed, running the thin-toothed comb effortlessly through the raven locks again and again. "And it always smells so good…you distract me…"
Half-lidded aquamarines met his lover's ruby gaze through the mirror. "…Now you know how I feel," Brad whispered back. "…But while your distraction fades, mine stays with me throughout the day…even when you're not with me… I've been distracted the moment I met you, Lloyd…"
Lloyd lowered his head some, perhaps an attempt to hide a blush. The raven's sultry orbs traced the lines of his lover's fit torso, watching as always with fascination as the well-oiled muscled contracted and extended with each and every movement—every breath. "An Angel with Red Eyes" was what Lloyd personified. Perfectly fair skin, wavy, platinum blonde hair, and handsome features all gave him the appearance of a fallen seraph. But nothing attracted Brad more, than Lloyd's heart of gold, for that was what truly made him an angel.
"It's so quiet," Brad murmured. "Hundreds of thousands…no, more, so many lives are all quietly living this sweet moment with us…" Lloyd lifted his head, his gaze meeting Brad's once more. "…A small happiness, perhaps, but an irreplaceable one… I want to always share these moments with you, Lloyd… And only you…"
"Always…?"
Brad smiled. "Always…"
In the quiet of the moonlit night, two souls became one.
Author's Note: Short and sweet… *blissful sigh*