Title: Where Will You
Go
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own Angel Sanctuary or the song Where Will You Go by
Evanescence.
Warnings: Shounen-ai/Yaoi, Lemon (non-graphic), Uriel angst
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You're too important for anyone
You play the role of all you want to be
But I, I know who you really are
You're the one who cries when you're alone
They're on top of me. Both of them are,
panting heavily. They're breaths come in
small gasp between moans of passion.
Finally Michael's arms give away, and he falls onto my chest, then
Raphael on his back. After a few
moments, Raphael pulls out of Michael, and falls to my left. Then, Michael pulls out of me, and falls to
my right. Both of them wrap their arms
around me, and for one last time, I snuggle down in between them, and wait for
sleep to take them.
But where will you go
With no one left to save you from yourself
You can't escape
You can't escape
They're both asleep. I could tell
without even opening my eyes. Raphael's
heart is going at a slow pace, and Michael is snoring softly. I almost don't want to get up, but I can't
stay. I promised myself I would leave,
and tonight is as good as ever. It won't
matter if they wake up when I get out of bed.
Both of them will blame it on my need to be clean...and having my own
cum on me is at the top of my 'must get off now' list.
You think that I can't
see right through your eyes
Scared to death to face reality
No one seems to hear your hidden cries
You'll have to face yourself alone
The bathroom light assaults my eyes when I turn it on. I always hated this bathroom. It's white and cluttered with all of
Raphael's hair care products. It annoys
me. I can get this place spotless, then
he comes in here and messes it up with bottles of hair stray, brushes, combs,
and hair gel. But, the hair gel is
Michaels.
I sigh, and shove all of Raphael's crap out of my way, not really caring about
it at the moment. Then, there are the
black towels that I let Michael pick out.
One of the few times I gave into something of his....other then his odd
fetish. Anything white sticks out on
these towels, and it bothers me, since I'm usually the one covered in white...
unless I let Michael cook.
But where will you go
With no one left to save you from yourself
You can't escape the truth
I realize you're afraid
But you can't abandon everyone
You can't escape
You don't want to escape
This will keep me from wanting to stay.
I'll just keep thinking about the negatives. Unfortunately they aren't that many negatives
outside of the fact that they aren't tidy enough....and that they have bad
taste in color schemes. Great....there's
cum in my hair. Well, I guess that just
shows how good the sex is. But, it's not
what I'll miss the most. I'll miss just
being with them.
I'm so sick of speaking words that no one
understands
Is it clear enough that you can't live your whole life all alone
I can hear you when you whisper, but you can't even hear me screaming
I quickly dress once I'm out of the bathroom, and look up at the bed. There's a void between Raphael and Michael. They are probably expecting me to come back
into bed. They'll be shocked in the
morning. I'm going to leave though, no
matter how much I want to stay. Good-bye
Raphael...Michael...
Where will you go
With no one left to save you from yourself
You can't escape the truth
I realize you're afraid
But you can't reject the whole world
You can't escape
You won't escape
You can't escape
You don't want to escape