[Friends? He has bandmates, and all they know is he has a roommate, Akihiko does not hide who he wants, anyone who tries for more with him than a simple night in bed can not deny that Ugestu has his claws in deep, those hands of his may roam. Still, the piercing green eyes never see anyone else. How could then when he is yet indulged in these moments, where those slender legs that wrapped him for the first time so long ago still call to him like a drowning man to shore. The breathy laugh lacing through with the pleasure that only comes from their bodies, knowing each other is addicting; he's never been one to refuse what he wants.
And always, it's Ugetsu, try as he might because so many would say it would be better. It's only here, with those tiny knives of the past and those delicate fingers against his skin, ripping, tearing into his soul, and bleeding him out that he can feel alive. The irony that the very thing that threatens to consume him, ravish him and drown him is the only thing that awakens him. Akihiko knows this; all the wants, all the passions, all the fascinations with the notions of no longer being, they are all among the things that make Ugetsu irresistible and impossible to hold onto entirely at the same time.
As if it is any different for Akihiko, his body knows this pain, knows what will come later, once the passion is spent and the day to day life returns, what will come between this tumble into their desires and the next one. Because there will always be a next one, there is a part of him that believes even if he walks, attempts to move on, this place here. This song will be the one he can never stop humming, the one he can not let go.
It's not if he can, it's not if he will because he can, he will, he may make Ugetsu wait, make it drag out in the way the other drags him because if Akihiko in his love can play Ugetsu, the same can be said for Ugetsu, his fingers, his words, his skin, the taste of his lips are all that control Akihiko, even his love, the pain it brings, the pleasure, it is never if, it is how long can he hold back before he gives precisely what he knows is wanted. Because it is what he wants, they are no longer made for gentle, sunlit practice rooms.
They are darker now, soundproof basements where the sun can not reach, where no one or nothing can invade, be seen, or be heard, except the melody of love, pain, and pleasure they continue to play for each other.
One day maybe it will become if he fears and hopes for it all in one, but even then, can he honestly say that the temptation beneath him will be one he can forever refuse? Or will he only fade for a time before he is drawn back into this embrace?
Would he? He can not say. Can he? Yes, he could. Will you push till I do? Will, we both burn to oblivion and cease to be at the same moment, or will we burn till the tie is broken. The latter seems impossible; there is forever a hook, drawn with thread, leading to the other where another angle sinks in. Their hearts are as much one as their bodies even as they try to refuse it, try to deny it, and focus solely on the physical expression of words neither utter anymore.
I love you..
I always will...
Ugetsu knows how to tug his control, how to turn his head, tumble dark locks, the exact look in his eyes that Akihiko can not resist, his skin flushes in the way Aki craves, every inch of him is perfection and destruction in one swoop, the shamelessness is matched in his own body, nothing to hide, they know the deepest, darkest parts of each other.
And still, they both crave, perhaps they crave more because all they hide now are the very things that bind them, their hearts.]
Always so impatient...
[Tonight he is not going to cave, not yet, he is going to take the offered throat, his teeth, his tongue, his lips heavy, leaving their mark, letting the skin blossom with a darker color, the only way he can "claim" any part of the other and he is not going to pass it up.
His muscles shift, sliding, bunching, coiling in response to fingers that tease them, fingers that pull him closer, fingers which he pushes back against, as if to tell them, no, only to slide forward, body to body in a slow, teasing glide, promises of what's to come, of what he won't give till he is ready.
That he'll give it, Ugetsu knows, but he wants to hear it, see it, he wants to force every ounce of confession, of Ugetsu's need for him from his slender frame, then consume each of those needs and sate them as only he can.
In bed, it can, with another lover perhaps, with Akihiko, he hears the truth of it, the fact that keeps him returning, that draws him back ten steps for every two he takes away.
Need me, his touch demands, his fingers sliding into his mouth, two digits dampened, just enough, not more, not less, it can't be too easy, can it. His mouth wears that smug as sin smirk, his green eyes pierce into half-opened ones, they dare, they promise, and rather he wants them to or not, they love.
Always
Lips crash to lips, teeth claiming the top one with a nip, pinching as they let go, in the same touch, fingers enter Ugetsu, corded arms flex, bodies slip across sheets, skin to skin and lips become his playground for the moment, biting here, teasing a tongue ring against nicked flesh, pressing, tasting, taking from Ugetsu in the only way he will let him.]
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And always, it's Ugetsu, try as he might because so many would say it would be better. It's only here, with those tiny knives of the past and those delicate fingers against his skin, ripping, tearing into his soul, and bleeding him out that he can feel alive. The irony that the very thing that threatens to consume him, ravish him and drown him is the only thing that awakens him. Akihiko knows this; all the wants, all the passions, all the fascinations with the notions of no longer being, they are all among the things that make Ugetsu irresistible and impossible to hold onto entirely at the same time.
As if it is any different for Akihiko, his body knows this pain, knows what will come later, once the passion is spent and the day to day life returns, what will come between this tumble into their desires and the next one. Because there will always be a next one, there is a part of him that believes even if he walks, attempts to move on, this place here. This song will be the one he can never stop humming, the one he can not let go.
It's not if he can, it's not if he will because he can, he will, he may make Ugetsu wait, make it drag out in the way the other drags him because if Akihiko in his love can play Ugetsu, the same can be said for Ugetsu, his fingers, his words, his skin, the taste of his lips are all that control Akihiko, even his love, the pain it brings, the pleasure, it is never if, it is how long can he hold back before he gives precisely what he knows is wanted. Because it is what he wants, they are no longer made for gentle, sunlit practice rooms.
They are darker now, soundproof basements where the sun can not reach, where no one or nothing can invade, be seen, or be heard, except the melody of love, pain, and pleasure they continue to play for each other.
One day maybe it will become if he fears and hopes for it all in one, but even then, can he honestly say that the temptation beneath him will be one he can forever refuse? Or will he only fade for a time before he is drawn back into this embrace?
Would he? He can not say. Can he? Yes, he could. Will you push till I do? Will, we both burn to oblivion and cease to be at the same moment, or will we burn till the tie is broken. The latter seems impossible; there is forever a hook, drawn with thread, leading to the other where another angle sinks in. Their hearts are as much one as their bodies even as they try to refuse it, try to deny it, and focus solely on the physical expression of words neither utter anymore.
I love you..
I always will...
Ugetsu knows how to tug his control, how to turn his head, tumble dark locks, the exact look in his eyes that Akihiko can not resist, his skin flushes in the way Aki craves, every inch of him is perfection and destruction in one swoop, the shamelessness is matched in his own body, nothing to hide, they know the deepest, darkest parts of each other.
And still, they both crave, perhaps they crave more because all they hide now are the very things that bind them, their hearts.]
Always so impatient...
[Tonight he is not going to cave, not yet, he is going to take the offered throat, his teeth, his tongue, his lips heavy, leaving their mark, letting the skin blossom with a darker color, the only way he can "claim" any part of the other and he is not going to pass it up.
His muscles shift, sliding, bunching, coiling in response to fingers that tease them, fingers that pull him closer, fingers which he pushes back against, as if to tell them, no, only to slide forward, body to body in a slow, teasing glide, promises of what's to come, of what he won't give till he is ready.
That he'll give it, Ugetsu knows, but he wants to hear it, see it, he wants to force every ounce of confession, of Ugetsu's need for him from his slender frame, then consume each of those needs and sate them as only he can.
In bed, it can, with another lover perhaps, with Akihiko, he hears the truth of it, the fact that keeps him returning, that draws him back ten steps for every two he takes away.
Need me, his touch demands, his fingers sliding into his mouth, two digits dampened, just enough, not more, not less, it can't be too easy, can it. His mouth wears that smug as sin smirk, his green eyes pierce into half-opened ones, they dare, they promise, and rather he wants them to or not, they love.
Always
Lips crash to lips, teeth claiming the top one with a nip, pinching as they let go, in the same touch, fingers enter Ugetsu, corded arms flex, bodies slip across sheets, skin to skin and lips become his playground for the moment, biting here, teasing a tongue ring against nicked flesh, pressing, tasting, taking from Ugetsu in the only way he will let him.]