Between Wolves & Doves

Chapter 33 Spark

Kylo felt so deeply when Draegan began to pull away.

He felt it hit deep into him. Into spaces he never suspected he still had. Deep jagged rocky places he thought had been caved up when he left all those years ago.

Drageans slender warm touch slipped slowly down from his face, sinking to his neck. He felt the cold rasp of his unyielding silver rings on his fingers. The stark cold of them on his skin. And he feels when they leave.

His heavenly lips are the next to disappear. He pulls back. In the idle space between them - the cramped spaces between lust, love, and longing - they share a panting breath for a moment.

Animosity and lust still pounding his veins. Kylo can taste the tartaric-sweet red wine on those lips, on his breath. Ripe red fruit and the velvet taste he found on the silky bed of his tongue.

Kylo opens his eyes. Finding Draegan's. Who now cupped his neck. Panting as he nudged his forehead into Kylo's. He kisses his dark brow before he spoke. And breathily gasped one trembling word from his kiss bitten lips. Where lust was on his lips a moment ago; now it's gone. And now reality replaces it.

"Iris." Draegan ushers weakly. His piercing eyes find Kylo's. Who can read the shame and sadness welling up in this demon. He's sure his eyes look the same.

"We can't hurt her like this." Draegan presses. Shame staining his voice. Shaking his head. Heady lust made everything seem right. And then the haze leaves. Actuality floods real and cold into their intimate moment.

"I know." Kylo answers. Already looking ashamed of himself. Dark brow pulled down.

Then every touch of Draegan leaves. The hands on his neck. Their fronts crushed together. Draegan steps aside. His clothes rasped silken and shifting against Kylo's. That brocade red tunic he wore. It looked like a palette of the deepest hues of autumn. Gold and crimson, red and varying shades of saffron and orange folded into the silk threads.

He felt already so cold not being entwined with Kylo. Coolness washes over him and he lets it. He steps back and the night air framed him from the window behind him. His skin flows like pallid flaxen. Hair hanging silky by his neck mussed from Kylo's touch. Lips as red as any rose. His whole body drowning in blue from the night, and orange from the fire.

"I didn't come here to seperate the two of you. That has never been my intention." Dragean says softly. Back to the window.

Kylo's dismayed expression melts away.

He looks right at him. Spears into him. He spoke with such wisdom in his words- ancient wisdom. His frown of concern deepens.

"Never been..." Kylo repeats. As if he was only just hearing Draegans voice. He was certainly only just understanding him.

He concentrated merely on breathing as he navigated himself to the nearest chair. Fell into it. Scrubbing a hand through his mussed hair. He wets his lips and so many thoughts crowd for attention in his head. His eyes look like wet onyx when he finds Draegan again. Floundering in a realisation that suddenly peppered his thoughts like raining searing arrows. Set his mind aflame.

"Never been." He says again. He looks right at Draegan. Who raises his saddened eyes from his feet and looks to Kylo. Vulnerable and bare. He's been torn to pieces and now he's bleeding.

"All this time." Kylo swallows. Moist grief sticky in his throat.

A hurricane of reality devastated his mind. It was shattering and ripping apart his head like wet paper. Thoughts came away, torn little shards of it and the truth finally clinging to his tongue.