by: darkestbeforedawn
summary: he stares into the water. why won't the blood just go away? [yaoi] [bXr]
disclaimor: i don't own YGO, or 'the recluse' which is sung and done by the talented cursive.
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The water was clean, fresh, pure, untainted. He had been staring at the water for a while now, and his feet were cold. His hands, they were white. What had happened to all the blood? It was such pretty blood. And it covered his hands, slipping and slidng around like worm in mud, the wet and moist and yes, it was pretty. Oh so pretty. He was just as pretty though, that he is.
[I wake alone, in a woman's room I hardly know.
I wake alone- and pretend that I am finally home.
The room is littered with her books and notebooks.
I imagine what they say, like, 'Shoo fly, don't bother me,']
He could feel warm, yes, oh-so warm hands touch and kiss and whisper and moan pretty eternal words that made him smile. Yes, such pretty little words. He felt hands slide down lower and lower, covering the scars on his body, sweet nothings and disgusting everythings he heard. And he nodded, wanting more of this beautiful and ugly and just -perfect- torture. He wanted more, so he gripped the equally pale hand, holding it down, kissing it.
[And i can hardly get myself out of her bed.
for fear of never lying in this bed again.
Oh christ, I'm not that desperate am I? Oh no- oh god- I am.]
It was wanton desire, and god, he didn't care. The water seemed to shift, soft brown eyes staring at him with sad eyes. They begged for him, cried and lusted and loved him. He was loved. Yes, he was. He clutched at the boy's waist, so small, so tiny, and he could crush him, break him, and then remake him all over again, so that he would never, -ever- have to run away again. Would you like that? yes, of course you would! My beauty...
[How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know.
Why do I start what I can't finish?
Oh please, don't parrage me with questions to all those ugly answers.
My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it.
But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore..
maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers.]
No, no, no, no! Look at me, yes. You're mine, and I'm all -your's-. You can have all of me, you can rip my heart out, and eat it, so that I could always be with you, ok? Yes. Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you... see? And I know you love me too. Yes. No, no, no, don't be shocked. I am your's remember? So all you're thoughts are mine too. All of it.
Mine.
["you're in my web now - I've come to wrap you up tight 'til it's time to bite down."]
Mine. Don't you understand that, my beautiful little one? That means you can't go anywhere else where someone might fall in love with you, understand? Everyone will. You're so beautiful, and you're so kind. Your bleeding heart will spill for others, and they don't even appreciate that. They don't love you the way I -do-. I will be the only one that loves you completely. They won't destroy millions and give you undead jewels, ripped out of the hands of the dead. All for you.
[I wake alone in a woman's room I hardly know.
I wake alone - and pretend that I am finally home.
home]
Do you understand now, my love? No love is pure. Only tainted and impure love can be forever.