A brush upon his cheek, so light and gentle like a dancing whisper in the wind, barely there but leaving him wanting, oh so wanting for more. A brush of red painted lips upon his chapped nerve bitten lips, soft strands of his curly hair tickling the back of his neck and strong arms wrapped around his waist with a big tan calloused palm resting above where his heart lays, beating to the drum of the song of their entwined souls.
A warmth of his torso upon his back, everything of him screams love and everything in him shows love. The warmth, strong arms, fluttering, soft kisses the tan hands are his sword, his shield and his barrier to all who would wish him harm. The world would fall and burn before anyone could hurt him while his love is alive.
A love like theirs is dangerous and terrifying in ways left unexplained. Mutual obsession, mutual possession, a matching focussed intensity, only matched with each other. One broken boy loving another, two puzzle pieces perfectly glued together. Nothing can separate them, souls so interwoven together that time and time again, through dimensions they meet, they fall in love or to death but they meet. Fated to the end, until the very last star went supernova and earth scorched from a sun long gone. Prophesied to survive,kill or to live. One soul never without a piece of the other, theother never without a lick of blood from the keeper of his soul.