Ninjago LEMONS?!

Kai x Lloyd: Some Nights

Some nights I lay on my bed looking at the board of the top bunk. Knowing that Lloyd is up there, sleeping without me by his side.

And I know! It's totally creepy. He's, basically fourteen and I'm nineteen. Sure he's eighteen physically, but that doesn't change anything, even if Lloyd says so.

When I say some nights, I mean every night. Imagining what the others would say, what HE would say. What would his dad say?

Some nights Zane checks on me, asking why I'm having trouble sleeping. Once, I spilled. I didn't mean to but it happened. And you know what?

He smiled at me. He told me about him and Cole. Oh how I envied them. I knew about them, and he knew about.. Me. And.. Not Lloyd.

That one night. I never will forget it. I will never tell anyone of it. It was wrong. It was amazing. It was wild and new.

Lloyd reached down from his bed, and grabbed my hand. He whispered to meet him in the bathroom. I did of course.

He told me he knew. I was confused at first, but then I found out. That rusty tin can. Now I guess I should thank him.

I don't know where Lloyd learnt it, but boy, he was a sex machine! He ripped off his cloths and made shorts with pints on them look hot.

When he kissed me, it was like my fire was mixing with his, and it heated the room. It was amazing. We where going to burn the world with our love.

When he took off my clothes he admired my body. He made me feel like I was a temple. I was something to look at. I was something to admire.

He was the golden ninja and I was just a hot headed mess of hair. I don't deserve him, and yet... He didn't punch me when I sucked on his neck. Instead he moaned and smiled.

I left marks that lasted for days. He didn't regret one of them. Nether did I. The way he told me to just fuck him was how he told me he was mine.

So I did. After all, I am his, and he is mine. He enjoyed it from the start. And so did I. He was brilliant. He was brave enough to tell me to keep on going.

When I came, he did to. He told me that I was perfect. I've never been told that I'm perfect. I've barely ever had a single compliment.

I don't want to say that I cried after sex, but I can't say I didn't. He has beautiful eyes you know. The way he kissed me just told me,

That he was in love. And I was to. We where lovesick, people on the streets called us sick. Wrong. But I know that there is nothing wrong with love.

Some nights, we repeat the gesture. Every night I sleep in his bed. And no matter what anybody does, or says...
Nothing, will part us.