It's A Disease

Dank, heavy air, naturally pungent with the scents of mold and mildew, warded off all but one. Sekhmet chose this particular underground temple as his sanctuary as he knew he was the only one who loved such severe privacy. He was not alone, however, unbeknownst to him.

I want to love you but I better not touch

Unarmed and unaware, there Sekhmet sat, deeply absorbed in meditation, as an enemy of his; a rival, was skulking about this hidden lair. The green in Cye's eyes shone bright as Devil's Fire as he watched the warlord's serene face. A silky glint shimmered off Cye's teal robes. A small hint of pink darted out from between his lips, giving a thin sheen of moisture to them.

I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much

Sekhmet inhaled deep the musky air, trying hard to stifle a yawn. His silent visitor keeping himself out of the dim flickering light of the one solitary candle, the only source of illumination in the room. For a moment, Sekhmet's eyes fluttered open, his lips parting slightly.

I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison

Cye's sharp intake of breath was the only disturbance needed to completely awaken Sekhmet from his trance. He jumped to his feet, his hand going to the hilt of his belted dagger, quick as lightning. Cye shrugged and smiled, stepping out from his concealment, caught. When Sekhmet's eyes skimmed over his intruder, his brows knit together in suspicion and confusion.

I want to break these chains

Sekhmet was finding it hard to believe the Warrior of Torrent would purposely sneak about behind Dynasty Gates, in his quarters, of all places. He knew it wasn't Trident, though, as those eyes that were burning so fiercely just steps away were bright, oceanic green; not ruby red. So this was no trick of his own creations...but why...

I hear you calling and it's needles and pins

As questions without answers filtered their way through Sekhmet's muddled mind, Cye had stepped even closer, his deft hands working at removing the only weapon on Sekhmet's person. Warm fingers grazed over shining skin as Cye slowly began to tug apart the closed robe Sekhmet was wearing. Sekhmet finally registered what Cye was doing and began to protest, trying to slap Cye's hands away from the sash around his waist. Cye smiled maliciously and shook his head.

I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name

Sekhmet scowled, trying harder to push Cye away. Cye, however, was unnaturally stronger than the warlord and pushed him over the small altar holding the one and only source of light, dousing the room in darkness when the candle hit the floor. Cye, now straddling Sekhmet's thighs, pulled apart Sekhmet's loose garment, his sweating chest now in full view.

Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin

The breath practically knocked from him, Sekhmet tried his best to push Cye off him. The best he could do, however, was grip onto Cye's hips. Cye chuckled low in his throat and leaned forward.

I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison

He was barely inches away from Sekhmet's face, the tip of his nose barely touching Sekhmet's. He deliberately tilted his head, leaning in farther, just so his lips were a breath away from his captive's.

You're poison running through my veins

"Next time, Warlord." Cye hissed, gracefully backing up onto Sekhmet's knees, then into a standing position. Sekhmet gasped for breath, straining his eyes to watch as the Ronin slunk away into the darkness.

You're poison

For some unknown reason, Sekhmet sat up quickly and, try as he might, could not get himself to stop shaking.

Your Remedy, the Sequel