Rainstorms are Music to My Ears

A/N: Hey guys! This fic is the first one (of many) that I have ever published! This fic is also uploaded to AO3 (SlugAfterDark) with more tags and "warnings." Enjoy!!

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There's something calming about rain. The way it pitter-patters on various surfaces, and during a thunderstorm, the crackle of lightning and the booming of thunder join the distant pops of raindrops to create an incredible tune.

The sound of rain is especially beautiful when it is masked by breathless whispers and moans, each more whiny and pitchy than the last. A gasp followed by the clap of lightning followed by thunder is the best tune.

The flash of lighting illuminates the dark room for a split second before the room falls back into darkness, but not before revealing the silhouettes of two hunched-over figures, about to make sweet, sweet love to each other.

Bruises adorn tan skin, each mark bleeding into shades of blues and purples, creating an unconventional painting all over him.

It's hot and cold at the same time, the heat radiating from each of their bodies in the frigid air.

It builds, and builds, until it can't build any longer.

Childe looks down at his partner, his legs straddling his hips, rolling just enough to create friction to tease, but not enough to get off.  His hands hold a bruising grip at Kaeya's wrists, leaving him helpless and at Childe"s mercy.

They pause. The air is thick with tension, and as they stare into each other's eyes a flash of lighting sheds limelight on the two of them before engulfing them into darkness once more.

It's dark, and while Childe can't see his lover's body quite well, he knows exactly how to play him, akin to an icy violin.

He rolls his hips again and Kaeya keens, shuddering at the sudden friction. He drops his head to the floor and closes his eyes, gasping again when he feels soft, warm lips mouthing at his neck again, searching to create more bruises, more marks to show who he belongs to.

Kaeya keeps his eyes closed. He knows that once he does open them all hell would break loose. It's happened before, and it will happen again.                    

"Please," Kaeya hears. It's so, so quiet, and gentle, and he doesn't know if he was the one who said it, or if it's his lover, the epitome of grace and war. His insatiable lover who's just acting gently just to get what he wants.

"Please," he hears again. "Please look at me."

Slowly and silently he opens his eyes back up, and despite the dim lighting, his lover's eyes seem to shine. They hold the entire ocean, but the ocean hides mischievousness. He smiles down at him, and using his free hand he tilts Kaeya's chin to the side and leans in close.

"I am going to ruin you."

"..."

The air was palpable and thick, chests heaving from heat were the only sound that reverberated in their room, other than the constant plip plip plip of rain and the thunder that sounded too far away. The beads of sweat rolling down from the cold fell to the ground, and time slowed down.