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One Shot
This is considered AU and did not actually take place in the main story.
Slowly I move, careful not to disturb you as I pull my hand up, fingertips moving gingerly through silken strands, pushing them from the perfection of your structured face. Identical silver eyes wash over you, drinking you in.. hungrily devouring every curve, every line, every feature that blends perfectly to create the divine beauty before me.
I almost feel unworthy to touch you, as if my very hands would tarnish the beauty that you are, mar and dirty it to dampen the light you hold. We were made for each other, two separate creatures created as one. I am identical to you, yet I feel clumsy in comparison. Everything is clumsy in comparison.
I slide my hand down, tracing carefully over every curve, my fingers working their way to your full lips, taking my time to savor every inch of your silken flesh. Your breath is hot against my skin, sending chills racing over me, my body responding to you the way it always does when you get near. The desire I wish to hide apparent as my flesh betrays me yet again. How cruel you are. You even torment me when you sleep; it’s maddening what you do, what you’ve always done. I often wonder if you know….
Carefully I lean down, daring to touch my lips to yours; I want to hold onto this moment for as long as I can. Take in this instant where there is only us two. The room melts away, the world with it as you breathe softly against my lips. I can’t help the soft moan that escapes me when I think of the sweet taste of your mouth. Chills race over my skin at the thought alone and it takes so much of me not to press my lips onto yours right then...
If you only knew what I was about to do… would you be able to love me the way you do now? Would those beautiful eyes of yours reflect hatred instead? Guilt has kept me from it, guilt has controlled me until now. But as I slide my hands over your velvet flesh, I find I can’t anymore. I’ve watched you defile yourself with that demon for far too long…
I’ve spent time studying this just for you, the only thing I’ve managed to grasp, all of it just for you. Closing my eyes, I reach down within myself, concentrating on the well within me, pulling the magic from my core. The words are spoken softly and I feel it wrap around your mind, the quiet intrusion proves enough to stir you from your sleep. My breath catches, unsure if it’s worked, scared you might wake and reject me like you always do, finding myself unable to exhale until you open your eyes. The soft glow stares back at me, glazed and dulled senses reflecting an unawareness that tells me I’ve succeeded in my task with the magic I’ve forced on you. Would you praise me for my success? Tell me I’ve done well? A much as I wish you would, I know it's doubtful… Your eyes don't see me as I see you, so forgive me brother… but I simply can’t hold back anymore.
Tapered fingers slide into my hair, wrapping harshly around silver strands to wrench me closer. I moan out when the fire moves through follicles as they are ripped free in your grip, the pain given to me as you crash those lips onto my own, the forced desire reflecting back at me in beautiful silver eyes when your lips hungrily consume my own threaten to break down what little control I have left. That honeyed tongue that scrapes over teeth as you crawl onto me, positioning your perfect body above mine makes me melt. Fingertips leave trails of fire in their wake, every graze from perfect hands is enough to drive me insane. Traveling down my body, they work over every curve and as you do this I try to tell myself it's enough, that I can be satisfied with this very moment in time, but as you move I know that's a lie. It’ll never be enough. I’m shaking under your grip, nearly losing myself when your hands make their way to heated flesh.
My fingers wrap around those structured hips and in one slow deliberate movement you’ve guided me onto you. Our mouths rip away from each other, heads fallen back as the moans escaping us echo loudly around your room. Small traces of guilt hit me as I feel your unprepared flesh wrap around my own. Traces of guilt because I know I’ve hurt you… but that guilt is quickly drowned out, my mind swimming from the euphoria that you bring. I am almost unable to handle your body as it rocks harshly against me, writhing in my grip. The eagerness of your willing body threatens to pull me over too soon so I force you to still and hold the pace steady. Taking my time to drive myself into you, savoring what I can.
Arms constrict around my neck, the sounds coming from you serving to fuel my need, mixing with my own as our bodies move together. The sensations of your body against mine, the sweat that drips from you, your breath hot near my ear take me beyond anything I ever though possible. When your body starts to shudder, lightly shaking in my grip and your breath quickens I know you draw near. I can’t stop the pace as it increases, can’t help how hard you force me to move, I wish to savor it, take it slower but you make that near impossible. Your hands slide over my skin and I nearly cry out when I feel your teeth graze my neck, melting in this touch of yours.
Glazed silver meet my own and the guilt returns, an unwelcome intruder as it courses through me when you look at me longingly, your mind seeing something other that what holds you. For a split second I want to pull back, to release you from it but I’m too far gone, too close and my body won’t allow it now... you won’t allow it either, telling me this with each moment of perfect hips. I pull you harshly down, your hardened flesh sliding in between us only adding to the fire coursing through me as I drive in deeper. You moan loudly, eyes rolling back slightly, teasing me with that flush in your face.
I know what you see before you is not me, that your mind is filled with him.. I gave you this, hating it and wanting nothing more to have myself reflected in those lust filled eyes but knowing it’s impossible. So I’ll take what I can get.
“Jenova…” you whisper, your voice thick and heavy with the illusion, those words cutting into me like a knife, ripping through my veins like poison.
Cruel even now, that’s what you are… you whisper his name, continue to rock against me as if I were him and I can only move in tune. I can feel your body trembling, the motions more pronounced as we work our ways to that edge, your expert touch threatening to take me with you all too soon.
God.. I would die for you; do anything to stay this way forever, just us, two bodies intertwined until the end of time. Anything. But it happens in one strong wave and you crash over the edge before I can stop it. Your head falls back, wringing my hair harshly as you cry out, tensed and shaking in audible waves. I slide my head forward, my mouth against your collar bone, your moans reverberating against my lips and I can’t stop. I just can’t stop. Even as the demon’s name spills from those perfect lips I can’t stop, one final thrust and I’m over, crying out loudly into your sweat soaked skin.
It seems like forever that I sit there and hold your trembling form, your body long since gone slack in my embrace, our breathing matched and heavy, hearts racing in unison. Fuck… I never want to you let go, everything I need is here in my arms. But I know I must, that it won’t be long until the magic wears and you’ll be freed. After long moments your head rolls down, that dulled soft glow looking over my features with a tenderness I haven’t seen you reflect for me before and for a moment I try hard to fool myself into thinking that there is awareness behind those magic laced eyes, that it’s me you see and not him. I know this is a lie, just as what was done is a lie… but it doesn’t stop the thoughts from intruding into my mind. Your fingers slide from my hair, tracing over to hold my face gently as you bring your lips to mine, whispering softly with words that strike to my very soul, leaving bitterness in their wake.
“I love you…”
Three simple words, three words I know aren’t meant for me. But like this, I am a thief and I steal them from you, take satisfaction knowing that I have you in my arms right now and he does not, that I’ve taken what you’ve given him. I’ve won…. and he’ll never know.
Your eyes close and I know it’s time, I know the magic is leaving you so I force myself to separate, carefully setting your body back on silken sheets. With painstaking care I clean you, washing away all traces of what I’ve done, returning you to a near untouched state. I move quickly as you begin to stir, leaning down to kiss you one last time, to steal one final taste of your lips. You mock me even in your sleep; your beauty humbles me as it always does. I want to stay by your side, I’m greedy and I don’t want to give you up this soon, but I know in my heart that’s impossible so with reluctance I leave you, daring one final glance at your sleeping face before I leave the room, the emptiness returning quickly without you there..
I shouldn't complain... There is always tomorrow.