Oblivion
Title: Oblivion
Series: Bleach
Pairing/Characters: Zaraki (Characters by Kubo Tite)
Warnings: Err...suggestive content?
Notes: This was inspired by one of my all-time favourite songs, Heaven Coming Down by The Tea Party, my favourite band. (My subconscious is so strange.) It was written at around three in the morning, and is about Zaraki and Matsumoto. I never expected to get even one fic out of them, but this is the third. I'm starting to feel like an impossible pairing addict.
Summary/Excerpt: Making you shake under my hands, cry out with my mouth - that’s all I want. Or need. Losing myself in you and your escape is a break for me, too, though I don’t think you ever realize it.
A break from the past could make it last, oh... maybe just a little longer - The Tea Party
I know why you do it - because if you don’t, you’ll have nothing to distract you from yourself. I don’t care. I don’t care why you do it, don’t even care if you do or not. And that’s why it’s me…because if you stopped coming to my bed, it wouldn’t make any difference. All those years that tattooed kid was making eyes at you, you pushed him away. Maybe it’s him, it doesn’t matter, really - but it’s probably you. You can’t let go. Even though I can make you forget - for a little while - it’s in your face, it’s in the way you look up at the sky.
I don’t know who it is that has you all tied up, but I do know if you don’t cut yourself free, you’ll lose yourself. You come to me, let me touch you, let me drive all thought out of your head, you let me do it all again and again, because you can’t do it yourself. And I won’t judge you. Won’t ask anything of you.
Making you shake under my hands, cry out with my mouth - that’s all I want. Or need. Losing myself in you and your escape is a break for me, too, though I don’t think you ever realize it.
At least it is me you come to. If it was someone who loved you - and so many people do - you would hurt them. Badly. If it was someone you loved, you would self-destruct. I’m the balance, neutral, and it’s probably not right, but it’s the best either of us can do.
We were never supposed to be together. It gives us nothing but oblivion for a few precious moments, and when oblivion is heaven, everything is wrong. But you’ll keep coming to my bed, and I’ll keep accepting you.
Until heaven comes down.
Series: Bleach
Pairing/Characters: Zaraki (Characters by Kubo Tite)
Warnings: Err...suggestive content?
Notes: This was inspired by one of my all-time favourite songs, Heaven Coming Down by The Tea Party, my favourite band. (My subconscious is so strange.) It was written at around three in the morning, and is about Zaraki and Matsumoto. I never expected to get even one fic out of them, but this is the third. I'm starting to feel like an impossible pairing addict.
Summary/Excerpt: Making you shake under my hands, cry out with my mouth - that’s all I want. Or need. Losing myself in you and your escape is a break for me, too, though I don’t think you ever realize it.
A break from the past could make it last, oh... maybe just a little longer - The Tea Party
I know why you do it - because if you don’t, you’ll have nothing to distract you from yourself. I don’t care. I don’t care why you do it, don’t even care if you do or not. And that’s why it’s me…because if you stopped coming to my bed, it wouldn’t make any difference. All those years that tattooed kid was making eyes at you, you pushed him away. Maybe it’s him, it doesn’t matter, really - but it’s probably you. You can’t let go. Even though I can make you forget - for a little while - it’s in your face, it’s in the way you look up at the sky.
I don’t know who it is that has you all tied up, but I do know if you don’t cut yourself free, you’ll lose yourself. You come to me, let me touch you, let me drive all thought out of your head, you let me do it all again and again, because you can’t do it yourself. And I won’t judge you. Won’t ask anything of you.
Making you shake under my hands, cry out with my mouth - that’s all I want. Or need. Losing myself in you and your escape is a break for me, too, though I don’t think you ever realize it.
At least it is me you come to. If it was someone who loved you - and so many people do - you would hurt them. Badly. If it was someone you loved, you would self-destruct. I’m the balance, neutral, and it’s probably not right, but it’s the best either of us can do.
We were never supposed to be together. It gives us nothing but oblivion for a few precious moments, and when oblivion is heaven, everything is wrong. But you’ll keep coming to my bed, and I’ll keep accepting you.
Until heaven comes down.