Warnings: ... Yaoi! YAOI YAOI YAOI! You have been warned... leave NOW... I hold no responcibility over you.
Pairing: NakagoXTomo
Notes: ... A sequel to Hollow Pleasure. Sorry I've been away so long, Real life is too busy for me to do much writing nowadays
P.S. Hotaru Says HI!
A quicksilver dragon lay in sheets of spilled darkness, indulging his mind in fantasies that would never come true while he stroked his body to what he knew would be a bitter sweet conclusion.
Fingers gripped his hips and pulled him back…
He moaned, arching his back, eyes widening as he realised that the hands were real.
That the body was real.
That the breathing was real.
Hair spun of sunlight fell over his shoulder as a sharp chin rested on his back while the man taking him tried to control his breathing.
He whimpered at the burning he felt within him, his body jerking as the one above him began to rock slowly.
Faster…
Faster…
His wrists were gripped and pulled out in front of him, slim chest with peaked nipples rubbing dangerously against the cool silk till he felt he would burst.
A curious heat curled inside him, spiralling like a dragon taking to the sky to mate.
Cruel lips laid a burning path down his back and the Seishi of illusion cried out needily, a bright sapphire flame hovering over a distinct spot on his pelvis.
The movements became faster, time and reason blurred and faded away as the two dragons twinned around one another, striving faster towards a completion of the primitive act they moved in.
Sharp teeth clamped hard into the junction between shoulder and neck, bruising… marking.
The heat overwhelmed him and he screamed feraly.
There was a sound like a roar and he felt fire bloom further inside him.
He collapsed, weighed down by the other.
He was flipped over on his back then and a set of lips so soft they were a sin pressed down onto his, a hot tongue forcing itself into his mouth to caress and taste before withdrawing.
Hands ran slowly down his chest and a head crowned with Seiryuu's gold bent down to whisper in his ear.
"This is reality…"
Sharp teeth nipped at his ear and Nakago was gone.
Tomo just lay there, cat gold eyes staring up at the ceiling in disbelief as the warmth that covered his belly slowly cooled.
Reality…
The silk was almost too cold against his back.
Reality…
Without thinking quicksilver streams slowly trickled from under lowered silver-black lashes.
Reality…
"He didn't stay…" he realised… and smiled ruefully.
Of course he hadn't stayed.
He was not the sort of person to hold a male lover close after passion.
Reality…
He dug his nails into his palms, trying to control the silver trickles from under his lids while ruby trickled down his wrist.
He licked it off.
Reality…
He had gotten his wish… his beloved Shogun had finally shared with him, not just in dreams but in reality.
He would keep the memory of this night with him forever. Using it as the blueprint and structure for all his future fantasies. For Nakago would never visit him again but keep him tethered with the promise of "might".
He was pathetic and he knew it.
He hated himself.
Sometimes reality hurt too much.