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this is how
it begins
push it away but it all comes back again
all the flesh
all the sin
there was a time when it used to mean just about
everything
Trowa bit his lip as his eyes grazed the black-and-white scene before him. Satin. Silk. Soft moonlight that stole the color from blond hair. Silently, he walked over to stand beside the expanse of the bed. It was wrong. . . so wrong. Tracing a finger down the delicate backbone, he shuddered. He needed this. Need. . . such horrible need. Before he had become a pilot, he had let his needs control him.
just like now
It had been so long that it hurt. Delicately pulling away the covers, he shivered as his fingers touched silk. Silken sheets, satin skin underneath. Lowering his face, he nuzzled the pale form below him, fascinated by the low whimpers and moans he caused.
breathe, echoing the sound
time starts slowing down
sink until i drown
i don't ever want to make it stop
Sliding his hands against the silk, he reached underneath the sleeping man to turn him over. Still asleep. Good. . .very good. Putting his lips a moment away from a kiss, he breathed quietly, feeling the air brush against his face. So sweet. . .sleep left him so vulnerable. Growling in the back of his throat, he lowered his tongue to the base of Quatre’s throat, gently tasting him.
and it keeps repeating
will you please complete me?
“I need you.” He whispered, watching as the soft eyes opened. He watched as shock ran across the beautiful face, quickly followed by acceptance and a need that almost matched his own. With delicate precision, he engulfed his lover, covering him with touch… tasting him, bringing every inch alive with almost painful anticipation.
never be enough
to fill me up
Panting, Trowa finally pulled away for a moment, indecision in his eyes. Drenched in the pale glow, the blond seemed pure.. innocent. Too perfect. Trying to control himself, he tried to rise from the bed, weakly resisting the urges that possessed him.
watch the white
turn to red
it fills up the hole but it grows somewhere else instead
all my life
yeah yeah yeah yeah, but it just left me dead
(well guess what?)
the world is over and i realize it was all in my head
Hands caught at him, bringing him close again. Lips pressed against his with a heat that almost burned. Unable to stop, he leaned back into the kisses that tormented him so softly. He’d tried to resist so long for nothing. It was going to happen. Had always been meant to happen. All he had done was delay the inevitable. Giving in completely, he let his senses take over, feeling silk, flesh, hunger, lust and pain. Burying his face into Quatre’s neck, he slowly sank his teeth into the delicious flesh.
now everything is clear
i erase the fear
i can disappear
i don't ever want to make it stop
Listening to the soft moans thrilled him more than the taste and heat that coursed through him. Finally breaking away, he looked into the beautiful eyes that had trapped him. He had known.
you can never leave me
will you please complete me
Shocked, he flinched as a knife was quickly brought to his flesh, releasing a tide that was quickly consumed. Trying to think past the agony that rushed into him, he finally heard his lover speak.
“You’re mine now.”
Leaning back, he clutched his bleeding wrist, confusion in his eyes. The red of his stolen blood stained the washed out lips a furiously dangerous color.
Suddenly smiling, Trowa gathered Quatre to him, reveling in the new emotion that burst inside him. He would possess him forever, and be possessed. He could never get enough of this angel, and he would never have to be alone.
never be enough
to fill me up