Bruised Skin and Empty Skies

“This is so wrong.”

That was the understatement of the century, truth be told. But coherent thought was a limited resource, and there was less and less of it to go around the more time went on, and the more buttons of his shirt came undone.

“So… so wrong.”

“Tell me what’s so wrong about it,” the dark man with the wild eyes purred. He slipped his hand up his soon-to-be paramour’s undershirt without a trace of hesitation.

Not that he was met with any resistance. “Well, I’m… I’m not even into guys, for starters,” the blonde answered shakily.

“Mmmm… Yes, I can tell,” came the sarcastic response. Husky, hot breath in his ear.

“Well I’m certainly not into you, of all people!”

“Again, all evidence points to the contrary.”

Those dark eyes bored unflinchingly into his own. Black into blue, irises the colors of bruised skin and empty skies. This was wrong. They’d been enemies since day one. Since before they were born, really, considering who their fathers were.

This was the last thing that should be happening. There could be nothing worse.

“Couldn’t there be?”

Had he said that out loud? The blonde swallowed hard. His head was swimming as agile fingers danced along his collar bone.

“I can think of a few… worse things we could be doing.”

He knew it was over the second those lips, which were curled into the smallest but haughtiest of smiles, came crashing down over his own. Everything – the political scandals, the precipitous war, the delicate balance of passive-aggressive animosity that crackled around both their families like loose firecrackers –  all of it ceased to matter. It was just those agile fingers, that Cheshire cat grin, and that damn, captivating gaze.

“No one can know,” the man with the empty-sky eyes managed to breathe. A last, desperate attempt for some kind of control.

A laugh. It sounded anything but happy. “Of course not,” the wild one whispered. His eyes were like two coals: black and bottomless but undeniably smoldering, just waiting to ignite, to burn, to consume.

“I won’t say a word…”

It was wrong and it was beautiful.

It would end up consuming them both.


4 thoughts on “Bruised Skin and Empty Skies

  1. You know how I said that I never commented because I didn’t have an edit box on the emails I got–judging me?
    Yeah that was kind of a lie.
    it’s more because there’s this empty field above the comment line that confuses me and makes me uncertain which one I’m supposed to type in. xDDD
    I thought I’d give it a go? And say that I thought this was… like I don’t want to say beautiful because that’s generic, and probably not quite what I’m thinking. But like.. It gave me chills. Disconcerting, maybe. Like tasting one’s downfall. And it feels inevitable and… terrifying, maybe. And it’s great ❤
    P.S: I figured it out! I don't know why it's looking like it's two fields? It's one. I'm stupid. I don't know. Whatever.

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