Title: Sweet sin
Pairing: Hyde/Tetsu
Rating: R (huhu)
Gender: angst, romance
Summary: "But it didn't matter, the sin danced in my tongue, entwined with the pleasure's whisper"

I wrote this fic on July 18, 2008, originally in spanish... I started writing at 3 am XD, so... maybe that's why it's so... erotic? XD

I dunno, I like it...

You can read as you like, with any pairing you want... this is originally haitsu, and in Tetsu POV, but it could be read as a sakuhai, gakuhai, kenki, etc, etc, etc.... at first I didn't started writing with this on mind, but in the end it stood without differences, so I thought it was cool xDDDD

enjoy :D

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Sweet Sin

The little pond through the window reflected that moon that illuminated, between cloud and cloud, the rainy night. Its yellow halo was diluted by the low clouds that were barely visible in the darkness. The raindrops fell merciless, forming little artificial ponds all around the city. Every thing to reflect the incessant moon that shined with stolen light of that heavenly body that night made invisible.

 

I could almost hear the soft rhythm of the raindrops as they fell upon that pond that stood outside my large window. One after the other, falling… forming waves that came to disappear slowly while they expanded on the calm surface of the water. The moon danced at the rhythm of the waves, its uncontrollable reflection on a world unknown to it, only looked at from above.

 

A soft movement over my naked torso made me blink. It was that finger that controlled, freed, created, destroyed but above all, whispered silently in one single passionate breath. A circular movement similar to the one of the waves that deformed the yellowish face of the light-thief satellite. Over and over extending over my skin, tempting my mind with its sweet whisper of desire.

 

Caressing my already sensible skin, previously covered with a fine layer of sweat, caused by the same finger and that same tempting whisper. But the susceptible skin continued answering, standing on end at it made its way down, almost opening its path between pore and pore to let the sin pass, with its salty flavor dissolved in sugar.

 

And that whisper ascended in my chest, playing in my neck until it reached my ears, entering my mind and making echo there. That uncontrollably addictive flavor sneaked through my lips, caressing my tongue and going down my throat, reaching once again the start point. It was almost a cycle. A cycle of uncontrollable and forbidden pleasure, sweetly accepted by instinct.

 

It couldn’t be named love. That endless aphrodisiac feeling, brushing against the infernal feeling and almost into the flames of lust, couldn’t have a name of two vocals and two consonants.

 

It was need. Desire. Hunger.

 

While that soft finger whispered against my skin and its sensual cycle flowed on and on between my pores and through my deepest organs… the soft rhythm of the rain continued playing on my ears. My eyes were closed, already submerged on pleasure, lost in the infernal tranquility of desire. But I could hear the rain, rhythmically perfect, almost fussing with the sound of breathing, not too far from my ear.

 

Every time that breathing inhaled, my skin stood on end a little bit more, given into its rhythm, distorted by its presence, exposed to its every wish. When at last it exhaled slowly, my skin could only fall under the heat provided by its breath, given in completely to its soft sigh.

 

It was a complete surrender.

 

The cold air of the night that came through the semi-opened window played with my senses a bit more. A sweet gust of wind carried to me a light breeze, exciting my overexcited skin, still being painted over and over by that finger that kept on breathing lightly by my side.

 

I didn’t have to say it.

 

I wanted more. I wanted so much more.

 

I needed to feel… something more.

 

I opened my eyes just to find a plain surface upon me, slightly illuminated by the moon that crept through the window. That same surface that accompanied me on my lonely nights when I could only look up, trying to see beyond… instinctively looking for the starry sky above.

 

Suddenly, that finger vanished in the darkness that reign the room, being barely visible between shadow and shadow, under the ghostly light of the yellowish moon.

 

I sighed. Almost desperately.

 

 A little bit more. Only one caress more and my senses would blind me, letting the interminable pleasure come in, that same pleasure that I longed for.

 

Suddenly the yellowish light of the moon disappeared.

 

My head fell to my side, only to find through my window the reflection over the pond of a perfect black cloud that stood between the round satellite and the earth.

 

I moaned. I moaned as I felt that whisper of interminable desire exposed not only by a finger, but by a body upon me.

 

Each delicate curve, each scar, each soft part of that well-known body suddenly breathed against my own pores, drowning me for a moment in some kind of new and exciting drug.

 

And suddenly, it didn’t just breathed against me but sighed as it started moving delicately against my skin, trying to get inside me, trying to open a new path through that overexcited surface that answered with soft shudders.

 

It searched almost gentler than the breeze falling upon the pasture.  Every brush drove me crazier and crazier, taking my senses through a new path, walking between reason and logic. I felt his breath over my face, almost touching it with its warmth.

 

The silence reign the dark room, only being accompanied by the sweet blow of the wind, the calm music of the rain and our soft breaths that slowly turned to be faltering, completely given in the one to the other, lost completely in the search for the forbidden sin.

 

And he found what he was looking for. Soft and sensual, he entered through my skin, widening the well-known path, while one of his soft fingers caressed the cold skin of my leg, controlling it at will, making his job a little bit easier while I could only sigh between flames of pain and pleasure, lost in the heat of hunger.

 

There were no words or thoughts at that instant. The darkness consumed us, reveling us our lowest instinct, our greatest necessity. It was as though the world was different when light was lacking.

 

Suddenly that dark cloud diluted in the sky, opening the way for the cynic moon that laughed upon our sin, once more.

 

But we were already lost one on another. Darkness had started the instinctive ritual and now, not even that stolen light could bring us back.

 

The sky continue giving small drops of rain to the earth, almost with despise, almost with pain.

 

That pond outside the window followed the soft rhythm of the rain, setting the guideline to our own rhythm, giving a shared whisper, an unimaginable pleasure. The surface of the water accepted each drop, deforming its reflection as each drop came to fuse with it. Molding, adapting. Opening the way to the desperate raindrops.

 

Everything to reflect the mocking moon.

 

The one that watched the sin. The one that also committed the sin of treachery.

 

Everything to try to imitate that tempting beauty that was only the reflection of something more beautiful.

 

Life is sin. The world is just a collection of sins, playing between them by tempting the each other.

 

The yellowish light illuminating our shared pleasure.

 

Along with the rain, the sin fell upon the city, deforming the reflection that once was thought as beautiful but never truly was.

 

Over and over again, the sin accompanied us.

 

His finger slowly caressed my skin burning with desire, fulfilling the never-told wishes, only shared between whispers.

 

That night, the world burned with sin.

 

The sinful rain only decorated the place, along with the thief moon.

 

But it didn’t truly matter.

 

The sin danced in my tongue, entwined with the pleasure’s whisper.

 

Maybe tomorrow I would regret it. When the moon stood aside and made way to the real king, and the rain stopped torturing the earth.

 

But tonight, I will commit sin. Again and again, until the reddish dawn took us out from the shadow of pleasure.

 

The little pond though the window reflected the moon that illuminated, between cloud and cloud, the rainy day… but between sheets, nothing mattered.

 

Committing sins with me, between moan and moan, the world sighed at the rhythm of my lover. And only that mattered.


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Hope you liked it... it's quite different from my other "stories" but it is ... attractive? XDDD

anyway, please comment! you know I just love knowing what you think :D