AN: Danny Reyes? He belongs to Judas Kiss.
And Ivo. :P
Sex and Violins
Sex had always been something in the dark – in the public toilets, in the alley, in the safety of night. It had never been could never be love. The few who attempted relationships wound up castrated, imprisoned, publicly scorned, unemployed. The list went on and on.
It felt strange, wrong waking up with Danny, cuddling him early in the morning. Touch shouldn't tickle. It was a base need, a primitive instinct, something every beast did and then walked away. Still –
He nuzzled the soft white shoulder against him. Licked the warm skin that tasted of sweat – his and Danny's mingled together. He slid his tongue across and up the boy's neck, savoring the sensation of both their shivering. He inserted it into Danny's ear and marveled at the gasp it elicited. He smelled his hair and left butterfly kisses on his eyelids, stroked his arm and played footsies with cold feet.
It felt amazing. He was like a little boy again – sweet and vulnerable.
He drew back quite suddenly, a completely foreign notion forming in his very rational brain.
Danny looked quizzically up from underneath him.
"I think I'm falling in love with you!" Ivo said in all astonishment.
Danny laughed happily, reaching up to draw him back down.