He has fallen asleep. Through the thin walls between our rooms, I can hear
his heavy breathing, the breathing of one lost in dreams. Are his dreams
sweet? Are they of me?
Quietly, so as not to wake him, I slip out of my room and into his. He is lying on his bed, his hair a mess all over his pillow. Yet even now, he is so innocent looking, so pure. My eyes sweep over his face, so beautiful. I do not know where those thoughts come from, but I let them play around in my head. Yes, I cannot deny that my hikari is attractive, but it is his purity that draws me most to him. He is innocent, too innocent to even imagine the thoughts that float around in my brain as I stare at him slumbering. But thoughts are dangerous things, so I push them from my mind for the moment and turn from him, leaving his room as silently as I came.
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I wake to the sense that someone is looking at me, eyes sweeping over me. I can sense him even though I cannot see him. I dare not open my eyes, for fear that he will know I am awake. I do not want to risk the beating that I avoided what must be only hours ago. Yet deep inside me, I crave to open my eyes, open my mouth and ask why he now stands over me, examining me. Is he contemplating how he will torment me later, or are his thoughts of something else? I do not know now, and I suppose I might never.
After what seems like hours to me, I hear him quietly turn and slip out of my room, shutting the door softly after himself. Only then do I allow myself to open my eyes and mouth and whisper to the darkness, "Why?"
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The morning comes slowly when you do not sleep. I have no desire to sleep, for there are too many thoughts playing around in my head, thoughts that are very dangerous things indeed. They are thoughts of my hikari, and how beautiful he looked lying there on his bed. I do not love him, for love is an emotion I forgot long ago. But lust is something else. Lust is not love. Lust is easier. Lust is less painful. Lust is what I feel.
The morning finally comes. I hear my hikari's alarm go off. It is Friday, the last day before the weekend. I know that my light dreads Fridays. For once he comes home Friday afternoon, he is mine for the weekend. Only this time, he will be mine in a very different way. But I must build up his trust first. It will not be hard. Like I have said before, just by looking into his gentle brown eyes, you can tell-he would trust the Devourer if the event ever arose.
I may not be the Devourer, but I too am not one to be trusted. It is a shame he will realize that too late.
~End Chapter 2~
Sorry it's so short, but that just seemed like a good place to end the chapter. The next one should be longer.
Quietly, so as not to wake him, I slip out of my room and into his. He is lying on his bed, his hair a mess all over his pillow. Yet even now, he is so innocent looking, so pure. My eyes sweep over his face, so beautiful. I do not know where those thoughts come from, but I let them play around in my head. Yes, I cannot deny that my hikari is attractive, but it is his purity that draws me most to him. He is innocent, too innocent to even imagine the thoughts that float around in my brain as I stare at him slumbering. But thoughts are dangerous things, so I push them from my mind for the moment and turn from him, leaving his room as silently as I came.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
I wake to the sense that someone is looking at me, eyes sweeping over me. I can sense him even though I cannot see him. I dare not open my eyes, for fear that he will know I am awake. I do not want to risk the beating that I avoided what must be only hours ago. Yet deep inside me, I crave to open my eyes, open my mouth and ask why he now stands over me, examining me. Is he contemplating how he will torment me later, or are his thoughts of something else? I do not know now, and I suppose I might never.
After what seems like hours to me, I hear him quietly turn and slip out of my room, shutting the door softly after himself. Only then do I allow myself to open my eyes and mouth and whisper to the darkness, "Why?"
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
The morning comes slowly when you do not sleep. I have no desire to sleep, for there are too many thoughts playing around in my head, thoughts that are very dangerous things indeed. They are thoughts of my hikari, and how beautiful he looked lying there on his bed. I do not love him, for love is an emotion I forgot long ago. But lust is something else. Lust is not love. Lust is easier. Lust is less painful. Lust is what I feel.
The morning finally comes. I hear my hikari's alarm go off. It is Friday, the last day before the weekend. I know that my light dreads Fridays. For once he comes home Friday afternoon, he is mine for the weekend. Only this time, he will be mine in a very different way. But I must build up his trust first. It will not be hard. Like I have said before, just by looking into his gentle brown eyes, you can tell-he would trust the Devourer if the event ever arose.
I may not be the Devourer, but I too am not one to be trusted. It is a shame he will realize that too late.
~End Chapter 2~
Sorry it's so short, but that just seemed like a good place to end the chapter. The next one should be longer.