( This is an illustration a moment shared between, if you can't guess, Destane and Mozenrath. If you are offended by slash (though really it's very much not the point), don't read this. I really rather not be flamed, if you don't mind.)
A Get Together
His heart thrums in his chest,
and he wonders,
watching the sea swim black above him
if he should die this way.
He's back
What bothers him is,
he didn't even have time to scream,
fight,
react.
His eyes snapped open to lupine grin
"I missed you little kitten"
And he was bound
Admittedly,
he can't see the bastard,
but he can feel the air move out of his way
and knows he must hover near
The presence of him making his blood flit
He is like a child,
his covet-er,
and restrains a giggle as,
in heavy whispers such a child uses to convey secrets,
he says,
"Sensationalism,
little kitten,
Sensation is the key to every man's humility".
And just to prove his point,
his finger's dance
boldly touching
where they are not wanted,
nor needed
nor prepared for
These versions of fondness
are not for desire,
love,
But for the perverse,
simple need to elicit emotion out of the marble,
stoic boy
And he does,
stifled, self-fusing noises,
bubble past
Indignant,
and seeking comfort
'Till Apollo floods the land,
the extortion continues,
and the boy laughs,
cradled by his bed-covers
and the man that returned to humble him