a/n: written for the OTP Week Challenge. inspired in part by /Play a Hero False/, by (The Light's Refrain)

wild - drifting - 476 words - T - Romance/Tragedy

The two of us flew through the air astride our respective dragons; N on Reshiram, myself on Zekrom. The air whistled past our cheeks and through our air, and our eyes stung and our skin burned, but it was exhilarating. It was a feeling like no other.

We flew over his castle, over the bastions and towers gilded with dark tile and over the ramparts and broken pathways, our eyes glimpsing everything and single points all at once. We flew over the desert surrounding the League Building, the scents of dust, sweat, and sunlight thick in our noses. As we rode, the fire-bright sun dimmed, and the skies turned from sea-blue to bruise-violet and then to solid pitch-black, the moon coming up and staring at us like some great, pearly eye, iridescent and as chillingly cold as the arctic tundra.

We paid no mind to the moon or stars, though. On our dragons, we ducked and weaved through the sky, a mess of colors dominated by streaks of black and white. We were suns in motion, supernovae exploding and expanding, black holes eating a billion stars and tearing them into wire-thin strands in the dark vacuum of space. Our hair, it was in our eyes, and our hands were free, trailing behind us as the gods danced a waltz that was both inexpressibly beautiful and indescribably dark at the same time.

There was power flowing through us, power neither of us had felt before. I heard the beating of my heart with more acuity than I heard the coming of a freight train with its whistles and chugging and beast-growl on the steel tracks. I saw N, flushed and as excited as I was, and I wanted him. And he, he wanted me as well; I saw it in his eyes, in the way the moonlight turned them to pools of green.

For the briefest of moments as the dragons drew close, Reshiram spitting fire and Zekrom sparking lightning, our hands touched, and a wave of something passed through us, as strong as gravity keeping the planets in orbit.

I whispered, "N."

He whispered, "Touko."

We were drifting in a sea of delusion, desire, and destruction, and we loved it. It was the drug we craved, it was the high we got off of. I need him, and he needed me, and it was heartbreaking.

We were wild, then. We were the wild ones, flying into a dark tomorrow and a bright apocalypse with only the future in mind and the past far behind us. We were going out in an explosion of darkness. We couldn't stop it, so we liked it, instead.

In those flights above the world, peering down at Earth like it was a marble on a stained-oak floor, I swore that we were infinite.

come and take a walk on the wild side

let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain

you like your girls insane

choose your last words

this is the last time

'cause you and I

we were born to die