"I don't want to."
She trembles lightly at his cold touch, her other hand closing into a tight fist.
"Nothing will happen," he assures. She reluctantly takes his hand, cold and slightly shivering. His skin is still damp from the rain, his hair glistening as if embedded with a million stars. Her eyes spark in the darkness like a supernova. Slowly, ever so slowly, he leads her inside his home. They enter the ancient Japanese mansion hidden in the forest, the old, wooden floorboards creaking under their feet.
"Nothing will happen. Trust me," he assures his young lover, holding her hand tighter.
"Are you sure?" she asks. He breathes out in a heavy sigh and whispers "no".
She bites her trembling lip at the answer. He slides open the door to his room - a place he hasn't been to in a while. He carefully turns around to meet her face, foreheads pressed together gently.
"They'll take you away from me. They'll tear us apart." She blurts out in a broken voice. He doesn't answer, but he wraps his arms gently around her waist, his lips hovering near her ear.
"Let them fucking try." he whispers, his voice just as agonized. Tears stream down her face, and he quickly wipes them away. He straightens himself to look at her beautiful face. And like always, the sight leaves him breathless. He wants to whisper how beautiful she is, how much she matters to him. Her fingers reach for his face, and he closes his eyes. His skin immediately relaxes at her feather light caress, and as soon as her lips met his, he forgets everything. Even his own name.
It's just what he wants.
To touch, breathe and forget.
Tomorrow, everything would be different. Things would never look the same for him again - the moon, the sun, everything. He didn't care. Just as he is about to kiss her back, she suddenly pulls away. He catches her face in his hands, his breathing slightly rushed. Her hands settle at his shoulders, and she sighs. He loved it. Every sound that came from those pink lips was music to his ears.
"Noli quaeso," he whispers in his mother's native tongue. She sighs as his taste lingers in her tongue. It was too intoxicating that she couldn't even say his name.
"I won't." she finally answers. His chest heaves as he struggles to breathe properly, but he fails. Leaning in, his lips crush gently against hers. He stays there for a moment, letting their lips melt together and feel whole. She turns to him kissing him back, hard. Her hands find his ebony hair, slightly tugging so that their eyes would meet. Lavender meets sapphire as their eyes connect, and it feels almost as if a spark had erupted in between their chests. It's the burning nebulas exploding at each touch, the feeling of stars colliding with each other. It was the heat between their bodies, but they didn't care. None of them wanted to pull away, despite their own ache, not wanting to ruin this moment---the only chance they'll ever have.
"I don't know anything. I have no idea what they will do to me, what they will do to you, where they will take us, or if I can still beg for my life... but I do know one thing." He takes her hand and gently sets it on his chest. She can feel his heart beat slow and steady, pulsing against her palm. "This one is yours. They can take everything away from me--my soul, my dignity, my own life--but they can't take this because it's yours," he confesses softly. She bites back tears, and struggles to maintain a normal voice.
"Don't say that," she whispers. "I won't let them tear us apart. We'll find a way. We always do. Together." He closes his eyes as he heard those words--promises. He wants to comfort her, to tell her that everything will be alright, but he can't. He can't comfort himself, let alone the girl he loves the most in his existence.
"Yuu."
He bites his lip at the sound of his name. "Yuu, I--"
"I don't want to talk about it right now." he cuts her off, knowing what she would say. It was all too painful for him. She stays silent. "What matters is that you're here... with me. I don't want to think of anything else right now. Akira, please..." he begs in a broken voice, holding her tight against his own body. "...please make me forget."
There's a moment of silence before the two start moving again, a slight hiss coming from Yuu's throat. Her fingers curl in his hair, and he kisses back with all the passion he can possibly muster. It was unbearable for him. He tries to take things slowly, trying to make sure that everything is still under control, but it wouldn't last long. There was a fire growing inside of him, fuelled by his passion and love. It was impossible to turn back now. Every touch, every whisper...and, fuck, he just wants more of her, of whatever she is willing to give.
"Yuu..."
Before they even realize it, they strip both of themselves naked, their bare skin pale like dirtied stars. Alabaster neck bared to hers, her arms wound around him, his lips at her ear. They hold each other close, desperate, like they're running out of time. Yuu groans as he feels her nails dig into his back.
"I-it hurts." she murmurs into his hair. Upon hearing those words, he immediately stops his movements altogether. She gasps, slowly adjusting.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asks. Reluctantly, she stares into his gorgeous eyes. "No." she whispers. "Just... go slow." He takes that as a signal to continue, slowly pushing himself in. "Relax... you're too tense, baby," he gently whispers. She tries her best to follow his words, trying to relax every muscle in her body. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders, raking over the black curse mark that extends from his right shoulder to his chest.
"Akira.."
