Re-Post
Hi~ i posted this not too long ago in kakairu, but i wanted to have it in my journal, too. So here it is again:
This night, the moonlight filtering it's silvery fingers through the small window. This moment, his warmth working its way through the thin shirt, into my flesh and bones. This heat, all-enveloping, all-consuming, heat. Running its course through my veins in an attempt to make me lose the last thread of sanity I hold so dear.
It's painful, and wonderful.
It's perfect.
The alcohol coursing through me has little effect on my actions and reasoning on this night. Even as his smooth, caramel fingers ghost over my exposed face, and we slowly, painfully slowly, undress until we're bare and open and vulnerable. Even as we kiss, so gently at first, escalating into a battle of dominance. Even as we slowly move against one another, dark and light bodies touching every possible way, every possible place.
It's perfect.
He's so open, lying there, flushed and awaiting me to take him. Me. Monster, killer, shinobi, tool. He trusts me so completely, and it's burning me alive. I kiss him fiercley, letting slick hands trail down, down, finding that puckered entrance and preparing it for the coming pleasure. he gasps and moans my name through kiss-bruised lips, writhing under my touch.
And it's perfect.
When finally my aching need to be inside him, this beautiful man, grows too much to handle, I slowly, gently, gain entrance into the hot flesh. He moans, and I kiss him fiercely. We meld together; one being, moving as a well-oiled machine, the moonlight catching on our sweat-slick bodies, throwing dancing, inky shadows upon the walls. I hear his breath hitch, ever so slightly, and it's too much. I feel myself fill him up, feel the liquid heat between our chests, and it's all white light. No one else exists now. The universe is just me. Me and this man who fits so perfectly with me. The monster.
I hear him whisper, sweetly, softly, "I love you... so much."
I mean to reply, but then...
I wake up.
For one brief moment, I believe it was all a dream. I feel as though a thousand senbon are piercing my cold heart, and life is no longer worth living. But then I hear the soft breathing, feel the warmth, flush against my side, and it all melts away.
I'm a murderer, monster, shinobi, and tool. But here, in this place, it doesn't matter. Not to him, not to me.
He's compassionate, and kind. But a ninja, nonetheless. He's fought, and he's killed. He teaches children to survive, and to murder, and then watches them go off into the world to die. But it doesn't matter, not here. Not in this universe, with he and I as its only residents.
Neither of us are perfect, but with our imperfection, comes an unbreakable bond that is as confusing as it is unexplainable.
It's not perfect, but it's love.
~owari~
This night, the moonlight filtering it's silvery fingers through the small window. This moment, his warmth working its way through the thin shirt, into my flesh and bones. This heat, all-enveloping, all-consuming, heat. Running its course through my veins in an attempt to make me lose the last thread of sanity I hold so dear.
It's painful, and wonderful.
It's perfect.
The alcohol coursing through me has little effect on my actions and reasoning on this night. Even as his smooth, caramel fingers ghost over my exposed face, and we slowly, painfully slowly, undress until we're bare and open and vulnerable. Even as we kiss, so gently at first, escalating into a battle of dominance. Even as we slowly move against one another, dark and light bodies touching every possible way, every possible place.
It's perfect.
He's so open, lying there, flushed and awaiting me to take him. Me. Monster, killer, shinobi, tool. He trusts me so completely, and it's burning me alive. I kiss him fiercley, letting slick hands trail down, down, finding that puckered entrance and preparing it for the coming pleasure. he gasps and moans my name through kiss-bruised lips, writhing under my touch.
And it's perfect.
When finally my aching need to be inside him, this beautiful man, grows too much to handle, I slowly, gently, gain entrance into the hot flesh. He moans, and I kiss him fiercely. We meld together; one being, moving as a well-oiled machine, the moonlight catching on our sweat-slick bodies, throwing dancing, inky shadows upon the walls. I hear his breath hitch, ever so slightly, and it's too much. I feel myself fill him up, feel the liquid heat between our chests, and it's all white light. No one else exists now. The universe is just me. Me and this man who fits so perfectly with me. The monster.
I hear him whisper, sweetly, softly, "I love you... so much."
I mean to reply, but then...
I wake up.
For one brief moment, I believe it was all a dream. I feel as though a thousand senbon are piercing my cold heart, and life is no longer worth living. But then I hear the soft breathing, feel the warmth, flush against my side, and it all melts away.
I'm a murderer, monster, shinobi, and tool. But here, in this place, it doesn't matter. Not to him, not to me.
He's compassionate, and kind. But a ninja, nonetheless. He's fought, and he's killed. He teaches children to survive, and to murder, and then watches them go off into the world to die. But it doesn't matter, not here. Not in this universe, with he and I as its only residents.
Neither of us are perfect, but with our imperfection, comes an unbreakable bond that is as confusing as it is unexplainable.
It's not perfect, but it's love.
~owari~