First fanfic ever.Also I don't own anything.

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I don't know why you decided I would be the one.

And to tell the truth I don't care either. Not sure you do.

Maybe it had been sheer luck.

Maybe I'd been the first one you found. The first on your way.

Or maybe had it been fate? After all you're Ophiucus and your life must resolve around Sagittarius and Scorpio. You hadn't been lucky with your little horse so you try the other option?

But who cares about fate and stars and destiny? Not I and certainly not you. Not when you make that purring sound when I kiss your throat. Not you when you moan each time I thrust into you while clawing at my back, leaving trails of blood.

Was it your first time snake holder? I believe it was you did bite my shoulder so hard when I entered you. But now you sure do like it. I just love the way you rock your hips to meet mines and your moaning is driving me crazy.

Even if it isn't my name the one you're screaming.

Even if I know you'd wish my hair to be shorter and my body not quite as muscular. But that's all right my sweet. Because cara mia, I'm also pretending your body is taller and less feminine. Wishing your eyes weren't that delicious poison green in color but an icy blue instead. Just like you want mine to be a petulant brown.

We come together in a scream where pleasure, need, disillusion and strange completion are mixed together. It's an odd feeling. But I won't have the opportunity to talk about it with you. You're already sleeping cuddled against me like it's the place you want to be. Like it's a safe place to be. And I turn off the lights to join you in Hypnos's embrace.

When I woke up you're admiring the sunrise. You're wearing the black shirt I had on yesterday when you came to me. It looks good on you. Even better than on myself. I come behind you and take you in my harms. You put your head on my shoulder and we stay here looking at the sun like we are lovers and not just strangers who shared a night together.

Maybe this could work. I mean you and me. Maybe one day we could learn to love each other for what we are instead of what we wish. Because of that maybe I want to try. That and because my shirt looks good on you.

Maybe fate is a real thing.

Being brother and sister by venom aren't the scorpion and the viper intended to approach each other instinctively?

Yeah, fate does exist. At least for today.