In Your Graces short writings

Heartaches under the moonlight

CW: Mentions of sex

Grace stared at the ceiling, trying to catch his breath, a red hot mess, with nothing on besides a shirt opened all the way. He felt Raphael's skin brush agaisnt his, head resting on his shoulder.
So they really did it.
His heart started racing again, processing what this meant. He shouldn't have done that, why did he enjoy so much to do this with him? He loved every second of it, but now panic started settling in.
This wasn't right, this wasn't what he should be doing, he wasn't meant to be so intimate and...caring, holding his hand while he was on top of him, so gentle, and so lovely with Grace.
All the little sounds he made were as sweet as honey, sounds made only for him. All the caring kisses on his whole body made his heart flutter with every single one. All these touches felt like nothing else in the world, impossible to describe.
He started shaking, this wasn't right, he should have just killed him, right at the moment he laid eyes on him. It was his duty, his ending of this curse of a family, his...

"... Grace?" Raphael's soft voice came out softly near him, one hand touching his shoulder, worried. Grace sat quickly on the bed, thoughts racing, heart almost exploding, uncontrolled breathing.
"Grace?" He repeated the question, alarmed, as Grace started pulling his own hair, panicked.
He couldn't hear Raphael, his mind filling up with deafening thoughts screaming at him, eyes starting to water. Sobs filled the room, Grace couldn't breathe properly, hiding his face with his hands, tense.
"Grace... Grace I'm here." Raphael muttered, lightly touching his shoulders, pulling him close into a hug, careful, scared.
He hid his face in the vampire's bare chest, almost curled into a ball, holding firmly onto him. Grace couldn't stop sobbing, his heart and brain ached, but still accepted the comfort from his enemy, who was running his fingers through his hair.
"I'm here... I'm here..."
The soft moonlight coming from the window covered them, two almost naked figures, holding onto the other very close.
Raphael didn't ask anything. He figured out what made Grace spiral, and his heart sank with the thought.
He sent his hesitantly beloved into this crisis. He...he just wanted to be intimate with him...but now he wrecked his mind. Even now touching him felt like the most atrocious of disrespects.
But he held his hunter, giving him a place to sob the panic away, silent, being gentle with him. Both stayed there, not exchanging a single work, until they fell asleep on the other's arms, drowned in guilt, after so much pleasure and comfort, on the lonely house.