For You
By xannychan
Disclaimer: I don't own characters, or else poor Rei would be in shambles.
Short A/N: Just toying with ideas, and then ta-da, more angst and light smut. First chapter is in Rei's POV, and I'm just playing around with ideas. Obviously AU.
Warnings: Angst, slash-y sex, one-sided shounen-ai, prostitution (Just a note, both of them are man-whores...), and other fun stuff. I hate myself.
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Chapter
One
Lust
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Love, in its very deepest essence, is very simple.
In its simplicity lies its beauty.
But beauty is quite easily forgotten in the layers that surround it, the winds of passion and jealousy and pain and sorrow and forgotten dates, cold nights, and hot, hot hatred left behind.
They do not see those thick, heavy layers. They see things in two simple lines: Love is, or love is not.
Between the two of them, love is not.
That's not good enough for him.
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Rei arches his back, his shoulders against the sheets, and presses their bodies closer together, crying out his name in a mix of blinding pain and passion, his gold eyes glazing over as he orgasms yet again, Kai's teeth sinking into the flesh of his shoulder.
Kai lingers above him and kisses him as slow and sweet as true love.
Then gets up and walks away, taking his clothes and the warmth they shared with him to the room connected with Rei's.
Electrifying, pounding, throbbing, ecstatic, meaningless sex; that was all there was to it, and Rei has always wished it was something more.
He leaves the quickly cooling bed, hurrying to escape the embrace of a misplaced passion.
Cold water cascades onto his skin, into his hair, sinking into his eyes where the salt burns and slips down his face into the drain, where all his dreams seem to go.
In the chill of the water, he sees his breath going up in clouds, as gently as Kai had left.
As he steps out, the air curls around him and brushes against his shoulders, where his own heavy world crashes to bits and pieces in front of him.
His clothes hang limply on him as he stares out the window into the sphere that is the world Out There, where fucking meant love and love didn't leave in the morning.
There is a meteor shower outside tonight. He wishes a thousand times to join the dancing stars.
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"Do you love me?" he whispered once, on a night as dark as his heart is tonight. He hasn't forgotten the answer.
"People like us don't love." And then he took a step back from the window and slept on the glass shards that are his soul.