~ Every time we lie awake After every hit we take ~The dank chill gave rise to goose bumps on the pale flesh of the green haired Warlord. His mind continued to wander back to a night some days past when he had met with either a nightmare or a dream; a dream with beautiful emerald eyes that burned faster and more painful than the strongest of poisons.
~ Every feeling that I get But I haven’t missed you yet ~
Downcast eyes rose to a misty mirror, a clammy hand lifted to wipe the reflection clean. There was nothing distracting enough to creep into Sekhmet’s mind to push the unbidden fantasies of his Ronin rival from his thoughts. It seemed even the desire to forget the enchanting aquatic warrior was bait for his memory.
~ Every roommate kept awake By every sigh and scream we make ~
Resting his heated forehead against the cool glass helped dilute the uneasiness, though it was far from gone. The quiet solitude of his private sanctuary was now only partly calming. The hidden chamber had already once been invaded by the uninvited vision. Truthfully, Sekhmet was both hoping and fearing the return of his breathtaking dream.
~ All the feelings that I get But I still don’t miss you yet ~
Pushing away from the mirror, he ran a hand through his untamed jade locks, his fingers twisting through the silky hair. Dark eyes lifted back to a cold reflection, and a haunting image. A grinning visage which could not be true caused Sekhmet to freeze where he was, frightened and exhilarated.
~ Only when I stop to think about it ~
The bare light cast twisted shadows across the teal silk barely covering milky smooth skin, causing the flowing material to look almost like shimmering scales. The delicate robe fit loosely around a slim waist, catching on haughty angled hips.
~ I hate everything about you ~
Sekhmet swallowed, breathing having become an almost impossible task. He shut his eyes for a moment, wishing the image behind him would disappear. Cye of Torrent, whether it be the real article or the deranged fantasy of an ex-Warlord losing his sanity, stepped forward, his malicious grin cutting straight through Sekhmet. His phantom hands reached out, feeling unnervingly solid on shaking shoulders.
~ Why do I love you ~
Sekhmet’s eyes flew open, expecting the impossible dream to vanish, halfway hoping it wouldn’t. Whichever cruel god who was paying attention granted the partial wish, and Cye’s long fingers danced along Sekhmet’s neck, as real as the heart that was trying to beat its way out of the ex-Warlord’s heaving chest. Pressing up against Sekhmet’s back, Cye dipped his hand to caress the shivering skin, rubbing a hardening nipple between gentle fingers. He bent low enough to place his lips a whispers breath from Sekhmet’s ear.
~ I hate ~
“You’ve been expecting me, haven’t you, Warlord?” Cye hissed. Sekhmet shut his eyes tightly, trying to reign in his erratic breathing.
~ You hate ~
“W-why…why…” Sekhmet tried to speak, but his words failed him. The close proximity of the warrior in sea blue was stealing the breath from the ex-Warlord’s lungs. He could feel Torrent smile at his ear, almost feel those lips touch his heated flesh.
~ I hate ~
“Because…” With barely a moments hesitation, Cye turned Sekhmet sharply, crushing his lips to his. Sekhmet, stunned, could do nothing but try to breathe. In a voice no louder than a sigh, Cye spoke into Sekhmet’s opening mouth.
“ You love me…”
The End
