Moonlight pours through a clear window, shining silvery-white on the golden alarm clock. Hazel eyes, heavy from exhaustion, watch each second tick by like the droning syllables from a boring text. Kept awake by anger-induced insomnia, his heart is filled with pain, betrayal, self-hate and, above all else, love.
Betrayal isn't just pain to him. Betrayal comes with the smell of an early winter and the sight of a black-and-white full moon. Betrayal is black hair and gray eyes, a devilish smirk, a barking laugh. Betrayal is keeping him awake for a week, heated fights, cold silence, hurt, hidden tears, a bruised heart.
The curtains to his bed move behind him. The body is warm beneath his sheet and the 'shh' of the voice low and seductive. The lips are parted and warm on his neck, finding the spot that brings unhuman noises from deep in his throat. Those lips meet his and it's all a jumble of moans and hands, lips and nails, hot breath and skin. It's arousal from the moment the other burning body is on top of his. Gentle at first, the hands roam his body. He wants it to start but isn't ready for it to end.
Lips touch him, warm and torturing around him. Kissing, teasing, licking, sucking, humming. Colors flash before his eyes. Black like the hair, red of the sheets that he grasps in his hands. White spots of color flooding his vision as his hips buck up. Hands hold him down, always in control. He voices his release. His body falls limp, coated in sweat.
The lips meet with his again, a delicious flavor of man and chocolate that awakens his senses again. The hands travel and when they move between his thighs he greedily spreads his legs. Wet fingers inside him, readying him, making him squirm. They're gone, replaced with something larger, hotter, harder. Pleasure follows bright pain.
From there it's all color again. The blue of the dark night sky, the gray of the eyes, the black of the hair, the stone of the ceiling, the red of the curtains, the olive of the skin, and the white of something he can't name. The moon, the stars, something far, far away from here, far better, heaven must be where he is for nothing on earth could feel this good.
Fog, haze, drowsiness. The man still inside him, collapsing and sweating atop his own flushed body. Black hair in his face that he doesn't mind. Black consuming him from every direction. He wants to say 'it's ok' but his mouth won't form the words. He wants to say 'I forgive you' but his eyes are falling shut.
He wanted to say 'I love you' but he fell asleep.
A/n– I've never written anything like this... I was really nervous about posting it, but my good friend shining-eeyore told me to post it and who am I to argue with her? So, what do you think? Reviews would be wonderful!
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