[Aoi/Uruha] ONESHOT- Venus Doom
Title: Venus Doom
Chapters:1/1
Author:Savannah (orishimeinoue )
Genre: Smut, Angst
Rating:NC-17
Warnings: m/m sex, character death
Band: the GazettE
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha
Disclaimer: the GazettE boys aren't my property >.>
Summary: I am nothing, just a man blown in by the current of the sea, just seeking some pleasure. This city, it's definitely the right place for me. I can just be anonymous to some whore, and then go back out to sea, resuming my monotonous life.
Comments: I was supposed to update Metropolis first, but I was inspired while in Pompeii, so I had to write this before the story ran away from me :0 This violates my rules on character death, but I need to write it!! There's some pictures that I took while in Pompeii included in this, but remember, they are modern day pictures, and I am writing about back in ancient Roman times, before Mount Vesuvius erupted, so you'll have to use your imagination a bit to see what they looked like back then. Oh, and lupanare is a brothel, and lupa is a prostitute. And also, I didn't know what to title this, so I just named it for the song I was listening to when I completed it XD
I walk down the sidewalk with my head down, keeping my hand on my money belt around my waist. The smells of the raw sewage flooding the streets sickens me, but I keep going anyway. I can't stop until I've fulfilled my purpose in this dirty Roman city. Someone pushes past me, knocking me into a wall, face first. I draw back my arm to punch the man, but I realize that he is much bigger than me, so I shrink into a shadow, not wanting to get beat up.
Looking up at the bright blue sky, I sigh. Really, why am I even here on this planet? Only the gods know, I suppose. My life really is meaningless, but I guess I am indirectly important. I spend all my time out on the Mediterranean, fishing in my small boat. Because of me and others like me, people here have fish to eat. But if I was not born, people would still be able to go on as usual. There are many other fishermen out there, and others who raise livestock for people to eat. Really, I am not necessary at all. It's only times like this that I look forward to. Times when I can actually walk on land and be amongst people...and get pleasure.
I look around, knowing that I should be near my destination. Just ahead of me, the Isis fountain pours sweet water for drinking. I must be near, I'm sure of it. I was told that it was just beyond this exact fountain. Pretty girls in thin sheaths of red giggle as the crowd around the fountain. I can see them looking me up and down, so I give them a smile that always makes women melt. They squeal in delight and run over to me, feeling my muscular arms and chest. I smile down at them and shake my head, letting them know that I don't understand their language. I pull away from them and blow them a kiss, making them all trip over themselves. I laugh, turning away from them as they reach out to me, wanting me to have some fun with them. Too bad for them, but women aren't what I'm interested in.
I hop across the large stepping stones that allow me to get across the street without stepping in the sewage, looking for the sign that will lead me to my destination. I lean my head out into the street, searching. Loud shouts and horse hooves alert me just before I am hit by a chariot racing past. It hits my shoulder, knocking me to the ground. I swear loudly, before realizing that the driver can't understand me.
I get up, ready to just return to my boat, when I finally see the sign. Yes! I lick my lips in anticipation, heading to the northeast, where the sign points. The road gets less and less crowded as I get closer to my destination, at that I am relieved. I don't know any of the people here, but it still is a bit embarrassing having people know where I'm going, what I want.
I smile a little, anticipating what was soon coming. It's been so long since I've been with another man...I feel the need to feel the warmth of another body, moving with me. I look up to the great mountain looming above, and feel a bit weary. I know that it is an active volcano, but I was told that it's dormant, that there's no danger. Besides, I will only be here for a few hours, so I'm sure that I'm in no danger.
Howls of the hungry wolf resound around me, and I know I'm close. The deepness of the howls...yes, that's exactly what I want, a man. This brothel, one of the 25 in Pompeii, is special. It specifically deals with a special kind of lupa...men. And not just men, either. It's been said that the most beautiful men are here. I lick my lips, swallowing heavily, trying to control my desire. I hasten my steps, already feeling aroused as I imagine exactly what I want from my lupa.
I enter the lupanare, looking around at all the beautiful faces. So many beautiful men, all scantily clad, their smooth chests and sculpted shoulders clearly visible. They all crowd around me, making noises of admiration as they feel me up. I quickly glance at myself in the polished bronze hanging on the wall, seeing what they see. My dark hair is long and lustrous, falling past my shoulders. My skin, perfectly tan, is mostly exposed, especially my toned stomach and legs. My lean muscles, from years of hard work, flex wonderfully beneath my skin, attracting a lot of attention.
I smile at the whores crowding around me, wondering which one I should pick. I could have them all...I have a great amount of money, after all. But even so, I'm not the type to be with more than one person. I look each one over, feeling them, trying to choose, when my eyes land on a dark shadow in the corner of the room. I strain my eyes to see, gasping as a face comes into the light.
Dark chocolate eyes, silky blonde hair, pouty pink lips, wonderful bone structure......this man looks to be carved by the gods themselves! He was stolen from Venus, no doubt. He steps further into the light, eyes meeting mine, seeing my eagerness. His whole body is sculpted to perfection with the smoothest, creamiest light skin, the light seems to almost sparkle off of him. He turns around, letting me see how his flaxen hair falls just above his perfect ass. He is so sinfully perfect, but there, beneath his facade, there is a deep sadness in his eyes. I recognize the same loneliness that's in me in his eyes. I feel a connection, like this meeting was fated, planned by the gods.
Feeling as if in a trance, I push my way past the other men, now long forgotten. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I hear their disappointed sounds, but I don't care. I want this man, and only this man. He holds his arms out gracefully, wrapping around me like a hungry vine. Instantly, his hands are on my chest and stomach, feeling my muscles. He makes noises of appreciation, looking up at me with a sinfully beatific smile. His moist, pink tongue flashes out to wet his parted lips, and I feel myself begin to breathe faster in anticipation.
He takes my hand and pulls me forward, back into the shadows where he came from. I can't see too well, but I can feel that the stone walls have gotten narrower; we must be in a passageway. Finally we come out into a big room, with paintings all over the walls. I know exactly what they are for, and I smile devilishly as I look upon them. Above the paintings, something catches my eye. In beautiful, winding letters, is the word "Uruha". I puzzle over it for a few seconds before deciding that it's probably his name. What a strange thing to have his name written here, and what a strange name! But my name, Aoi, is also strange.
I turn back to him, pointing to the graceful letters. "Uruha?" I clumsily say, knowing I'm probably getting it wrong. He smiles gently, nodding affirmative. I guess it really is his name, then. "Alright, Uruha...I want that and that." I know he doesn't understand me, so I point to the pictures of what I want. He smiles seductively, letting a low purr escape from his lips.
He unexpectedly grabs me, pushing me down onto the hard, uncomfortable bed. He pins me down, attacking my lips forcefully. I gasp into his mouth, surprised but happy. This is not included in what I wanted, but it is an extra pleasure. Usually, a lupa will not kiss anyone, no matter how much you pay them. They don't want to get attached to their customers who they will most likely never see again. I respond with all of my desire, pulling on his long hair, making my hands get lost in it's soft mass.
He pulls me up, hot breath ghosting on my neck. With frenzied fingers, he pulls both my clothes and his off, letting them pile onto the floor. I take in all of his glory, letting my hands wander over his smooth thighs, closer and closer, making him shiver. He suddenly kneels down, bending over to take all of my already hard cock into his mouth. His hot saliva, his beautiful lips...he makes me want to lose it right here and now. I arch my back, putting my arms out behind me just as I am about to fall back. My hands knot into his hair, pulling so hard that I know it must be painful. He just moans though, seeming to like it. He bobs his head up and down, sucking as hard as possible. His teeth lightly scrape me, making me throw my head back in ecstasy.
"You're different." He murmurs before licking my head. My mind, clouded with pleasure, manages to register the fact that he's speaking my language. I fumble to ask him something, but with his lips around me, it's impossible. He laughs softly, sending vibrations up my cock, making me moan loudly. He pulls back, letting his fingers tease around my head and shaft. "Everyone else that comes to see me is married to a beautiful woman, but is not satisfied enough by her. They are always so greedy, always wanting more than what they have, even if they have the world. I saw you out of my window as you were walking here. Those women, they wanted you, but you have no interest in them, even though you could easily have them all. As you walked, I saw a deep loneliness in you, almost a wish to die. You feel that you are a worthless existence, just like me. I saw you, and I wanted you for myself, to become one with you, if only for an hour or two. So please, take me now."
He pulls me up, taking my place. His eyes are soft as he cups my neck, pulling me down to kiss him. Our tongues dance together quickly as our hearts race together, wanting to become one. I grind against him, making him whimper pleadingly as my hands slowly slide down his back, teasing him. I hold three fingers up, letting them get soaked with the saliva from our heated kiss. He shivers as I place them at his entrance, pushing against them impatiently.
I quickly prepare him, not wasting any time. I make sure not to hurt him too much, but he makes it so hard to wait. His kiss and his hot breath on my skin...his eagerness is enough to make me want to slam full force into him, but I won't. I can't hurt him, no matter how impatient I am. I know he can take it, but still. I want him to enjoy this as much as I do.
He moans loudly as I finally push my cock into him, going painfully slow. He pulls my hair, telling me to hurry, and not to worry about him. I still move slowly inside of him, shutting his protests up with my lips. He flips me onto my back, mounting me with a confidant smile. "I need you now. So please, don't worry. Just join with me in this moment, forget everything else. He grabs my hand tightly as he eagerly impales himself, making me enter him fully. Instantly, he begins to move at a fast pace, begging me to give it to him hard.
The intensity of the pleasure blows me away as I slam into him, meeting all of his movements with vigor. He throws his head back as I hit his sweet spot, begging for more. He leans over me, harshly connecting our lips. I taste blood, who's I don't know. He impossibly increases his speed, his movements ever more frantic. "Please!" he screams, wanting more. Harder and harder I slam into him, making him lose control. Sweat drips off of our bodies as we move together, in perfect harmony. My eyes roll back into my head from the pure pleasure spreading through my veins, and I know I'm dangerously close.
"Uruha" I grunt as I hit his sweet spot dead on over and over, with as much force as possible. He screams in ecstasy, his nails wildly scratching my skin. I take his lips again, exploring him fully. I bite his bottom lip as my vision explodes in white. I fill him with my seed, but I don't stop. I can't stop, not until he's fulfilled, too. I pump his cock in time with my thrusts, and he comes all over my chest within a few seconds. Chests heaving, we move together a few more times, riding out our orgasms. My head still cloudy, I almost didn't feel the huge tremor that shook the whole room.
"Hmmm...?" I dazedly mumble, pulling out of Uruha. He snuggles into me, obviously not feeling anything out of the ordinary. I shake it off, deciding to just relish my last moments with this beautiful man. I stroke his hair, pulling it away from his face. He kisses me lightly, looking as if he is about to fall asleep. I too am about to fall asleep, when a second tremor, much stronger than the first, rocks the whole building. "Uruha. Uruha!" I whisper, shaking him awake. I grab our clothes, quickly wrapping my sheath around me and helping a dazed Uruha into his own sheath.
With a third tremor, Uruha awakens fully. He clings to me, his eyes filling with tears. "The volcano!" He shouts, pointing out of his window. I look too, and gasp, instinctively hiding him behind me, trying to protect him. The top of the volcano has exploded, and now it's ash is falling, right over the city we are in.
Uruha clings even tighter to me, frantically kissing my cheeks as he cries. "Is there nothing we can do?" I ask, pulling him into my arms as I turn my back to the window. He shakes his head 'no', burying his head in my chest as he weeps. I stroke his back, humming softly in his ear.
Suddenly, he looks up at me, eyes wide with fear. "Please, please don't leave me! Please!" He becomes more and more frantic, grabbing my clothes tightly, as if to keep me from leaving. I lean forward and kiss his tears away, giving him a sad smile.
"I won't leave here. From the first time I saw you, I felt a connection. We were fated to meet. We were fated to die together, of that I'm sure." He caresses my cheek, smiling happily up at me. "Thank you" he whispers, passionately kissing me. We sit back on the bed, letting our hands roam wherever we want. I feel myself getting aroused again, and I grind against him, finding him equally aroused.
He pushes me onto my back, ripping both of our clothes off and impaling himself on me. He leans forward to attack my lips again with a passion that could set the whole world aflame. "Become one with me again, die as one with me." He purrs, vigorously meeting my thrusts. I take both of his hands in mine, smiling up at him as a few tears slow down my cheeks. Finally, I can end this useless existence. And to die with someone so fated to be one with me...it makes my heart burn with passion. I'm glad that this is the way it was meant to be. "Uruha" I gasp one last time, feeling nothing but pleasure and the warmth of his body as I go blind, the poisonous gas emitted by the volcano stopping my senses one by one. "I love you" I hear him whisper, before I am completely gone, to rejoin with the universe.
A/N: To tohru349 , I'm sorry, I know I was supposed to update Metropolis! It will be coming soon, I assure you!! I will fit in writing in between studying and the homework I should be doing XD
Chapters:1/1
Author:Savannah (orishimeinoue )
Genre: Smut, Angst
Rating:NC-17
Warnings: m/m sex, character death
Band: the GazettE
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha
Disclaimer: the GazettE boys aren't my property >.>
Summary: I am nothing, just a man blown in by the current of the sea, just seeking some pleasure. This city, it's definitely the right place for me. I can just be anonymous to some whore, and then go back out to sea, resuming my monotonous life.
Comments: I was supposed to update Metropolis first, but I was inspired while in Pompeii, so I had to write this before the story ran away from me :0 This violates my rules on character death, but I need to write it!! There's some pictures that I took while in Pompeii included in this, but remember, they are modern day pictures, and I am writing about back in ancient Roman times, before Mount Vesuvius erupted, so you'll have to use your imagination a bit to see what they looked like back then. Oh, and lupanare is a brothel, and lupa is a prostitute. And also, I didn't know what to title this, so I just named it for the song I was listening to when I completed it XD
I walk down the sidewalk with my head down, keeping my hand on my money belt around my waist. The smells of the raw sewage flooding the streets sickens me, but I keep going anyway. I can't stop until I've fulfilled my purpose in this dirty Roman city. Someone pushes past me, knocking me into a wall, face first. I draw back my arm to punch the man, but I realize that he is much bigger than me, so I shrink into a shadow, not wanting to get beat up.
Looking up at the bright blue sky, I sigh. Really, why am I even here on this planet? Only the gods know, I suppose. My life really is meaningless, but I guess I am indirectly important. I spend all my time out on the Mediterranean, fishing in my small boat. Because of me and others like me, people here have fish to eat. But if I was not born, people would still be able to go on as usual. There are many other fishermen out there, and others who raise livestock for people to eat. Really, I am not necessary at all. It's only times like this that I look forward to. Times when I can actually walk on land and be amongst people...and get pleasure.
I look around, knowing that I should be near my destination. Just ahead of me, the Isis fountain pours sweet water for drinking. I must be near, I'm sure of it. I was told that it was just beyond this exact fountain. Pretty girls in thin sheaths of red giggle as the crowd around the fountain. I can see them looking me up and down, so I give them a smile that always makes women melt. They squeal in delight and run over to me, feeling my muscular arms and chest. I smile down at them and shake my head, letting them know that I don't understand their language. I pull away from them and blow them a kiss, making them all trip over themselves. I laugh, turning away from them as they reach out to me, wanting me to have some fun with them. Too bad for them, but women aren't what I'm interested in.
I hop across the large stepping stones that allow me to get across the street without stepping in the sewage, looking for the sign that will lead me to my destination. I lean my head out into the street, searching. Loud shouts and horse hooves alert me just before I am hit by a chariot racing past. It hits my shoulder, knocking me to the ground. I swear loudly, before realizing that the driver can't understand me.
I get up, ready to just return to my boat, when I finally see the sign. Yes! I lick my lips in anticipation, heading to the northeast, where the sign points. The road gets less and less crowded as I get closer to my destination, at that I am relieved. I don't know any of the people here, but it still is a bit embarrassing having people know where I'm going, what I want.
I smile a little, anticipating what was soon coming. It's been so long since I've been with another man...I feel the need to feel the warmth of another body, moving with me. I look up to the great mountain looming above, and feel a bit weary. I know that it is an active volcano, but I was told that it's dormant, that there's no danger. Besides, I will only be here for a few hours, so I'm sure that I'm in no danger.
Howls of the hungry wolf resound around me, and I know I'm close. The deepness of the howls...yes, that's exactly what I want, a man. This brothel, one of the 25 in Pompeii, is special. It specifically deals with a special kind of lupa...men. And not just men, either. It's been said that the most beautiful men are here. I lick my lips, swallowing heavily, trying to control my desire. I hasten my steps, already feeling aroused as I imagine exactly what I want from my lupa.
I enter the lupanare, looking around at all the beautiful faces. So many beautiful men, all scantily clad, their smooth chests and sculpted shoulders clearly visible. They all crowd around me, making noises of admiration as they feel me up. I quickly glance at myself in the polished bronze hanging on the wall, seeing what they see. My dark hair is long and lustrous, falling past my shoulders. My skin, perfectly tan, is mostly exposed, especially my toned stomach and legs. My lean muscles, from years of hard work, flex wonderfully beneath my skin, attracting a lot of attention.
I smile at the whores crowding around me, wondering which one I should pick. I could have them all...I have a great amount of money, after all. But even so, I'm not the type to be with more than one person. I look each one over, feeling them, trying to choose, when my eyes land on a dark shadow in the corner of the room. I strain my eyes to see, gasping as a face comes into the light.
Dark chocolate eyes, silky blonde hair, pouty pink lips, wonderful bone structure......this man looks to be carved by the gods themselves! He was stolen from Venus, no doubt. He steps further into the light, eyes meeting mine, seeing my eagerness. His whole body is sculpted to perfection with the smoothest, creamiest light skin, the light seems to almost sparkle off of him. He turns around, letting me see how his flaxen hair falls just above his perfect ass. He is so sinfully perfect, but there, beneath his facade, there is a deep sadness in his eyes. I recognize the same loneliness that's in me in his eyes. I feel a connection, like this meeting was fated, planned by the gods.
Feeling as if in a trance, I push my way past the other men, now long forgotten. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I hear their disappointed sounds, but I don't care. I want this man, and only this man. He holds his arms out gracefully, wrapping around me like a hungry vine. Instantly, his hands are on my chest and stomach, feeling my muscles. He makes noises of appreciation, looking up at me with a sinfully beatific smile. His moist, pink tongue flashes out to wet his parted lips, and I feel myself begin to breathe faster in anticipation.
He takes my hand and pulls me forward, back into the shadows where he came from. I can't see too well, but I can feel that the stone walls have gotten narrower; we must be in a passageway. Finally we come out into a big room, with paintings all over the walls. I know exactly what they are for, and I smile devilishly as I look upon them. Above the paintings, something catches my eye. In beautiful, winding letters, is the word "Uruha". I puzzle over it for a few seconds before deciding that it's probably his name. What a strange thing to have his name written here, and what a strange name! But my name, Aoi, is also strange.
I turn back to him, pointing to the graceful letters. "Uruha?" I clumsily say, knowing I'm probably getting it wrong. He smiles gently, nodding affirmative. I guess it really is his name, then. "Alright, Uruha...I want that and that." I know he doesn't understand me, so I point to the pictures of what I want. He smiles seductively, letting a low purr escape from his lips.
He unexpectedly grabs me, pushing me down onto the hard, uncomfortable bed. He pins me down, attacking my lips forcefully. I gasp into his mouth, surprised but happy. This is not included in what I wanted, but it is an extra pleasure. Usually, a lupa will not kiss anyone, no matter how much you pay them. They don't want to get attached to their customers who they will most likely never see again. I respond with all of my desire, pulling on his long hair, making my hands get lost in it's soft mass.
He pulls me up, hot breath ghosting on my neck. With frenzied fingers, he pulls both my clothes and his off, letting them pile onto the floor. I take in all of his glory, letting my hands wander over his smooth thighs, closer and closer, making him shiver. He suddenly kneels down, bending over to take all of my already hard cock into his mouth. His hot saliva, his beautiful lips...he makes me want to lose it right here and now. I arch my back, putting my arms out behind me just as I am about to fall back. My hands knot into his hair, pulling so hard that I know it must be painful. He just moans though, seeming to like it. He bobs his head up and down, sucking as hard as possible. His teeth lightly scrape me, making me throw my head back in ecstasy.
"You're different." He murmurs before licking my head. My mind, clouded with pleasure, manages to register the fact that he's speaking my language. I fumble to ask him something, but with his lips around me, it's impossible. He laughs softly, sending vibrations up my cock, making me moan loudly. He pulls back, letting his fingers tease around my head and shaft. "Everyone else that comes to see me is married to a beautiful woman, but is not satisfied enough by her. They are always so greedy, always wanting more than what they have, even if they have the world. I saw you out of my window as you were walking here. Those women, they wanted you, but you have no interest in them, even though you could easily have them all. As you walked, I saw a deep loneliness in you, almost a wish to die. You feel that you are a worthless existence, just like me. I saw you, and I wanted you for myself, to become one with you, if only for an hour or two. So please, take me now."
He pulls me up, taking my place. His eyes are soft as he cups my neck, pulling me down to kiss him. Our tongues dance together quickly as our hearts race together, wanting to become one. I grind against him, making him whimper pleadingly as my hands slowly slide down his back, teasing him. I hold three fingers up, letting them get soaked with the saliva from our heated kiss. He shivers as I place them at his entrance, pushing against them impatiently.
I quickly prepare him, not wasting any time. I make sure not to hurt him too much, but he makes it so hard to wait. His kiss and his hot breath on my skin...his eagerness is enough to make me want to slam full force into him, but I won't. I can't hurt him, no matter how impatient I am. I know he can take it, but still. I want him to enjoy this as much as I do.
He moans loudly as I finally push my cock into him, going painfully slow. He pulls my hair, telling me to hurry, and not to worry about him. I still move slowly inside of him, shutting his protests up with my lips. He flips me onto my back, mounting me with a confidant smile. "I need you now. So please, don't worry. Just join with me in this moment, forget everything else. He grabs my hand tightly as he eagerly impales himself, making me enter him fully. Instantly, he begins to move at a fast pace, begging me to give it to him hard.
The intensity of the pleasure blows me away as I slam into him, meeting all of his movements with vigor. He throws his head back as I hit his sweet spot, begging for more. He leans over me, harshly connecting our lips. I taste blood, who's I don't know. He impossibly increases his speed, his movements ever more frantic. "Please!" he screams, wanting more. Harder and harder I slam into him, making him lose control. Sweat drips off of our bodies as we move together, in perfect harmony. My eyes roll back into my head from the pure pleasure spreading through my veins, and I know I'm dangerously close.
"Uruha" I grunt as I hit his sweet spot dead on over and over, with as much force as possible. He screams in ecstasy, his nails wildly scratching my skin. I take his lips again, exploring him fully. I bite his bottom lip as my vision explodes in white. I fill him with my seed, but I don't stop. I can't stop, not until he's fulfilled, too. I pump his cock in time with my thrusts, and he comes all over my chest within a few seconds. Chests heaving, we move together a few more times, riding out our orgasms. My head still cloudy, I almost didn't feel the huge tremor that shook the whole room.
"Hmmm...?" I dazedly mumble, pulling out of Uruha. He snuggles into me, obviously not feeling anything out of the ordinary. I shake it off, deciding to just relish my last moments with this beautiful man. I stroke his hair, pulling it away from his face. He kisses me lightly, looking as if he is about to fall asleep. I too am about to fall asleep, when a second tremor, much stronger than the first, rocks the whole building. "Uruha. Uruha!" I whisper, shaking him awake. I grab our clothes, quickly wrapping my sheath around me and helping a dazed Uruha into his own sheath.
With a third tremor, Uruha awakens fully. He clings to me, his eyes filling with tears. "The volcano!" He shouts, pointing out of his window. I look too, and gasp, instinctively hiding him behind me, trying to protect him. The top of the volcano has exploded, and now it's ash is falling, right over the city we are in.
Uruha clings even tighter to me, frantically kissing my cheeks as he cries. "Is there nothing we can do?" I ask, pulling him into my arms as I turn my back to the window. He shakes his head 'no', burying his head in my chest as he weeps. I stroke his back, humming softly in his ear.
Suddenly, he looks up at me, eyes wide with fear. "Please, please don't leave me! Please!" He becomes more and more frantic, grabbing my clothes tightly, as if to keep me from leaving. I lean forward and kiss his tears away, giving him a sad smile.
"I won't leave here. From the first time I saw you, I felt a connection. We were fated to meet. We were fated to die together, of that I'm sure." He caresses my cheek, smiling happily up at me. "Thank you" he whispers, passionately kissing me. We sit back on the bed, letting our hands roam wherever we want. I feel myself getting aroused again, and I grind against him, finding him equally aroused.
He pushes me onto my back, ripping both of our clothes off and impaling himself on me. He leans forward to attack my lips again with a passion that could set the whole world aflame. "Become one with me again, die as one with me." He purrs, vigorously meeting my thrusts. I take both of his hands in mine, smiling up at him as a few tears slow down my cheeks. Finally, I can end this useless existence. And to die with someone so fated to be one with me...it makes my heart burn with passion. I'm glad that this is the way it was meant to be. "Uruha" I gasp one last time, feeling nothing but pleasure and the warmth of his body as I go blind, the poisonous gas emitted by the volcano stopping my senses one by one. "I love you" I hear him whisper, before I am completely gone, to rejoin with the universe.
A/N: To tohru349 , I'm sorry, I know I was supposed to update Metropolis! It will be coming soon, I assure you!! I will fit in writing in between studying and the homework I should be doing XD