Sweetheart (1/1)
Title: Sweetheart (1/1)
Pairing: Billie Joe/Fink
Rating: PG-13
Author: jupiter_kun
Summary: Even the most violent storms have a calm eye in their midst.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. :|
Two identical pairs of lips mesh together gently, leaving no bruises or marks against the soft flesh. Usually there's a rough collision, with sharp teeth and lashing tongues like bullwhips tearing at each other's mouths. But not tonight.
The devil's tail twitches and wags slowly behind him, and his cool hands run over his duplicate's leather-clad frame. The devil is calm tonight. He's in no rush to please his sweetheart, his dear Billie Joe.
Billie moans softly into the kiss, eyes gently closed, cheeks flushed pink from the warmth of the gentle intimacy. Though he loves it when Fink is the storm, the nightmare, the hurricane.. Right now, he craves these gentle actions his masked duplicate is performing on him.
The black silk sheets rustle slightly as Fink breaks the kiss and raises up slightly to look his lover directly in the eyes that were so much like his own. His tail strokes gently at Billie's left hip reassuringly, sweetly...
"I love you, sweetheart," The devil said. But to Billie Joe, his masked duplicate looked like an angel. Especially now, when his muscles were liquid and his skin glowed in the thin moonlight that streamed through a chink in the blinds.
"Love you, angel," Billie whispered, his eyes fluttering up softly. He looked as if in a daze.
Fink's complexion turned into slight disbelief. He had never been called an angel before. Coming from most people's lips, it might have been an insult. But right here, right now, with his lover being the one to tell him this, he felt his heart melt.
It was probably the most meaningful, single word that Billie Joe had ever said to Fink.
His tail twitched again and it began to wag back and forth as Billie's duplicate leaned down to kiss his Billie once again, capturing his mouth in a gentle, but passionate embrace.
"My sweetheart.." Fink whispered into the thin air when he took a moment for breath.
Pairing: Billie Joe/Fink
Rating: PG-13
Author: jupiter_kun
Summary: Even the most violent storms have a calm eye in their midst.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. :|
Two identical pairs of lips mesh together gently, leaving no bruises or marks against the soft flesh. Usually there's a rough collision, with sharp teeth and lashing tongues like bullwhips tearing at each other's mouths. But not tonight.
The devil's tail twitches and wags slowly behind him, and his cool hands run over his duplicate's leather-clad frame. The devil is calm tonight. He's in no rush to please his sweetheart, his dear Billie Joe.
Billie moans softly into the kiss, eyes gently closed, cheeks flushed pink from the warmth of the gentle intimacy. Though he loves it when Fink is the storm, the nightmare, the hurricane.. Right now, he craves these gentle actions his masked duplicate is performing on him.
The black silk sheets rustle slightly as Fink breaks the kiss and raises up slightly to look his lover directly in the eyes that were so much like his own. His tail strokes gently at Billie's left hip reassuringly, sweetly...
"I love you, sweetheart," The devil said. But to Billie Joe, his masked duplicate looked like an angel. Especially now, when his muscles were liquid and his skin glowed in the thin moonlight that streamed through a chink in the blinds.
"Love you, angel," Billie whispered, his eyes fluttering up softly. He looked as if in a daze.
Fink's complexion turned into slight disbelief. He had never been called an angel before. Coming from most people's lips, it might have been an insult. But right here, right now, with his lover being the one to tell him this, he felt his heart melt.
It was probably the most meaningful, single word that Billie Joe had ever said to Fink.
His tail twitched again and it began to wag back and forth as Billie's duplicate leaned down to kiss his Billie once again, capturing his mouth in a gentle, but passionate embrace.
"My sweetheart.." Fink whispered into the thin air when he took a moment for breath.