et ne nos inducas in tentationem
And lead us not into temptation
'Helpless' was the first word that came to his mind, as he put the blade against the throat of the dark haired man.
The swords fell down with a dull noise onto the wet ground. He moved closer.
For the thousandth time he studied the part of the neck where it met the shoulder.
If he was right, the skin was smooth and damageable there.
The blade rested where it was. He leant forward and licked the skin of him.
The other one trembled, causing the blade to dig into his throat. The blood ran down the tanned skin, hid under the dark shirt.
But no sound left the lips which he...
"Turn around!"
The blade followed the slow movements until ice blue eyes met green ones.
Anger, helplessness and somewhere deep inside a spark of longing.
They have been seperated for so long. Arrogance and knowledge mirrored in the blue ones.
The knowledge that the situation was under his control.
And somewhere there was the passion which he had tried to forget.
"Rona..." A little smirk on the lips of the blonde man. "Why that name?
The gaze of the dark haired man froze. Like a murderer, the blonde thought.
But maybe murderer was the wrong term for the man in front of him. Betrayed and outcast described it better.
However, the gaze was the same and always deadly.
He watched the lips open and close again. Then they became a thin line, no sound emerged.
The blonde man grinned again.
"We're gonna leave. Take your stuff and meet me at the barn. Don't think of escaping. I'll catch you anyway."
He lowered the dagger and waited. No one moved.
The moon drew the scene with cool, silver light. Made the other man desirable.
Then, the dark haired man turned around to get his baggage.
He did the same, taking the swords with him.