Imperfect
Everyone has a streak of imperfection. A wild side, you could say. Hotaru's little bit of imperfection is against everything he stands for. And he loves it.
I don't own Mortal Kombat.
Beads of sweat rolled down to Hotaru's chin as his mouth worked away. The rush that drove his pulse up as he did it was intoxicating. He was a Seidan Guardsman, a symbol of peace and order. He fought all things that did not follow the rules, minor or major. He looked down upon things that were not normal or accepted. But he constantly engaged in such activities.
Hotaru felt undeniably guilty. Guilty about loving something he should hate. If anyone knew about it, he could face death and dishonor. But none of that mattered now. He was enjoying every bittersweet second of it. The feeling of doing what was considered wrong gave him an odd sort of satisfaction. Maybe he was cracking from all of the constant, strict, order. Or maybe he was just human, indulging in things that struck his curiosity. It had been curiosity at first, but it had grown into a burning desire, driven by the sheer pleasure he received from the wrongness of it.
Fingers that had been buried in his hair, slid down his cheek to stroke his jaw. Hotaru shivered and sucked harder, running his tongue over the length as he did so. The man that was currently filling all of his senses with guilt and pleasure was not just anyone. He was the last person to be expected receiving this from Hotaru. He was Havik.
Havik wasn't sure why he did this. He did like the feeling of it and found the idea of his most order-bound adversary bending away from the rules of society quite enjoyable. When they did this, he had trouble thinking straight. Something that he found good. His thoughts were clouded and the sensations drove him to a point somewhere near crazy. And to Havik, crazy was good, so he didn't really see anything wrong with enjoying the other man's strange actions.
Sitting up, Havik reached down and caught Hotaru's cheek in his hand. He tilted his head up to look questioningly Havik.
"It seems like you've done this many times, my little twisted, sweet." He said with a low tone. Hotaru's face flushed slightly at the compliment.
"Is…that good?" He asked with his eyes downcast and the tinge of pink on his cheeks. Havik's laughter filled his ears and Hotaru found himself blushing darker.
"Yes, pet, it is. Do you like it?" Havik said, stroking Hotaru's face softly. The white haired man looked up.
"Y-yes…I do." He said softly and replaced his mouth on the still erect member. Havik, who was pleased with this, suddenly bucked into the hotness. Hotaru nearly choked, but steadied himself.
Oh yes, he liked his little bit of imperfection.
Well. There is a strange pairing for you're day. I can't seem to get this one out of my head. R and R?