Axel Gold on Fiction Press wrote a poem called "There's devastation in watching bridges burn". It inspired this story. MarikHikari, AnzuTea
Building Bridges
There was a hunger in his lilac eyes as he smiled at me. But the smile was so complacent, so kind, a melted beneath the warm gaze. I was chocolate. He was hungry flesh.
"I'm glad you came, Anzu," he said sweetly, standing up from the park bench. A nervous smile split my lips and for some reason I held out a hand. He took it in smooth, warm hands, as delicate as a ballerina's, and kissed it. As his lips brushed my skin, a jolt ran through me that made my stomach turn in pleasure. I pulled away.
"What did you want Marik?" I asked, a normal smile on my lips. I knew my azure eyes were sparkling with desire, but I pretended it was for some other person. Or better yet, that it was to get away.
He grinned, a fiendish smile that flipped a switch in my body. "I wanted to see you. Is that a crime?"
"In some states, yes," I said automatically, frowning. Men used that line to get to me. I had become so beautiful, they said, since five years ago when I was seventeen. So much more. "You came all the way to America to see me?"
He laughed. A musical, but cruel laugh, like a heavy metal rock band turned full blast, but not hard or loud like it could be. Soft, but cruel. It's always been so hard for me to describe his laugh. He wrapped an arm around my waist- I shrieked in surprise- and he kissed my neck.
"Of course," he whispered. Then, as though he was daring me to want him, he pulled away and smiled his traditional, friendly smile. He was dressed all in white, Egyptian cotton I'd suppose. And he smelled slightly of something akin to sugar. I felt my lips smile.
"Why don't you come to my house, Marik?" I asked.
He was hungry flesh, and I chocolate, melting from his body heat.