FF : My Sweet Prince
Disclaimer : just a work of fiction, though i'm using real personas. i do feel this guilty pleasure building up when i wrote it. but i kept going. "my sweet prince" is not mine... it's owned by placebo. i stole the title.
this is an attempt on sakutsu
g : L'Arc~en~Ciel
gen : drama
p : sakura/tetsu
Both our eyes met and at that moment everything started to fall into pieces. First shyly, then slyly. We both knew we wanted it. Or was it simply the lure of after show euphoria meeting the need to fulfill our lust? Or was it a mere symptom of alcohol overdose? We started to lock ourselves in an embrace. Then we kissed. Then we lay sprawled on the carpet. Laughing.
Whatever it was that bond us into that night, whatever it was that made me anchored my ship to you, whatever it was, you’d always be my sweet prince, my demanding, perfectionist, autocratic tormentor. You ruled with a smile etched with domineering authority.
You breathed into me.
I breathed into you.
Perspiration mingled.
Body fluids mixed.
Souls intertwined.
Paces synchronized.
My breathings turned harder.
My buttons turned on.
Your fire lit.
My body burned.
I vaporized.
And gone.
And when the morning came, you left like shadows chased by the morning sun. I could not tell apart truth to dream to delusion. You treated me the way you used to, in your perfectly calm and collected manner.
You closed the curtain.
The show was over.
No encore.
Was there anything real in my memories of you?
But worry not, I would be sitting in my closet. I would shoot myself to feel that ecstasy once again. I could drive all the pain away. Here inside my closet with crystalline dust. Just one dose to relive it all.
Thank me for fucking my brain. I told myself over and over again. Thank me for making me felt so special just to dump me in the gutter when the effects were gone.
You taste not far different from drugs. You left me wanting for more. You left me craving again and again.
I touched myself as I thought of you. I became hard just by a memory of you. When you sighed. When you breathed hard. When you scream. When you called my name. My body pulsed. My erection filled with desire on one placebo-sex. Reaching my climax, I burst. And there was no one to gather my pieces.
Never thought this would backfire. The only way to revive that moment would rob me my place from you. That fateful night when they took me into custody, I felt our worlds would never again reconnect.
That night I could imagine your glare stabbing right through me.
I could imagine you cursed at me.
I could see your anger,
sadness,
disappointment,
distrust,
judgment.
I could see them all clearly.
Thank me that I had fucked my brain. I also had you fucked up. Your dreams jeopardized. Everything that you have stacked together, I blew them all in one destructive fall.
Thanks to you.
Thanks to your inexistent seductions.
Thanks to my vulnerable soul.
Thanks to the culture that had brought us up.
That night I could imagine you crying.
That night I could only whisper for forgiveness.
“I refrain from the band,” I said.
And seemingly unable to utter a word, you just nodded and kept gazing at your hands. I looked at hyde and ken. They both stared back at me with quasi-understanding that made me feel I wanted to let the ground swallowed myself. I glanced at you and failed to gain the responds I imagined all too often during my confinement.
It would be better to see you angered.
It would be easier to part when you’re the one who drive me away.
Shout at me!
Scream at me!
Yell at me!
Let me get any penitence from you.
Anything.
Hit me!
Slap me!
Kill me!
But in the end you looked up and muttered slowly, “Mata au ne.”
Your bloodshot eyes betrayed the smile.
I left.
You and me, we might be able to flush away all the pain. But even when the wound had healed the scar would forever stay. My deeds redeemed but my faults never forgotten. Nothing would ever be the same again.
Thank me for f.cking myself.
Thank me for f.cking you.
My sweet prince.
My addiction.
~*~* owari*~*~
Matta au ne = Until we meet again.
Conceived after massive listening to My Sweet Prince by Placebo.
Chasing the dragon is a way to consume heroine, by lining the crystal in lines and then sucking the dust from your nose using a straw.
Sorry for making your day a tad darker.
this is an attempt on sakutsu
g : L'Arc~en~Ciel
gen : drama
p : sakura/tetsu
Both our eyes met and at that moment everything started to fall into pieces. First shyly, then slyly. We both knew we wanted it. Or was it simply the lure of after show euphoria meeting the need to fulfill our lust? Or was it a mere symptom of alcohol overdose? We started to lock ourselves in an embrace. Then we kissed. Then we lay sprawled on the carpet. Laughing.
Whatever it was that bond us into that night, whatever it was that made me anchored my ship to you, whatever it was, you’d always be my sweet prince, my demanding, perfectionist, autocratic tormentor. You ruled with a smile etched with domineering authority.
You breathed into me.
I breathed into you.
Perspiration mingled.
Body fluids mixed.
Souls intertwined.
Paces synchronized.
My breathings turned harder.
My buttons turned on.
Your fire lit.
My body burned.
I vaporized.
And gone.
And when the morning came, you left like shadows chased by the morning sun. I could not tell apart truth to dream to delusion. You treated me the way you used to, in your perfectly calm and collected manner.
You closed the curtain.
The show was over.
No encore.
Was there anything real in my memories of you?
But worry not, I would be sitting in my closet. I would shoot myself to feel that ecstasy once again. I could drive all the pain away. Here inside my closet with crystalline dust. Just one dose to relive it all.
Thank me for fucking my brain. I told myself over and over again. Thank me for making me felt so special just to dump me in the gutter when the effects were gone.
You taste not far different from drugs. You left me wanting for more. You left me craving again and again.
I touched myself as I thought of you. I became hard just by a memory of you. When you sighed. When you breathed hard. When you scream. When you called my name. My body pulsed. My erection filled with desire on one placebo-sex. Reaching my climax, I burst. And there was no one to gather my pieces.
Never thought this would backfire. The only way to revive that moment would rob me my place from you. That fateful night when they took me into custody, I felt our worlds would never again reconnect.
That night I could imagine your glare stabbing right through me.
I could imagine you cursed at me.
I could see your anger,
sadness,
disappointment,
distrust,
judgment.
I could see them all clearly.
Thank me that I had fucked my brain. I also had you fucked up. Your dreams jeopardized. Everything that you have stacked together, I blew them all in one destructive fall.
Thanks to you.
Thanks to your inexistent seductions.
Thanks to my vulnerable soul.
Thanks to the culture that had brought us up.
That night I could imagine you crying.
That night I could only whisper for forgiveness.
“I refrain from the band,” I said.
And seemingly unable to utter a word, you just nodded and kept gazing at your hands. I looked at hyde and ken. They both stared back at me with quasi-understanding that made me feel I wanted to let the ground swallowed myself. I glanced at you and failed to gain the responds I imagined all too often during my confinement.
It would be better to see you angered.
It would be easier to part when you’re the one who drive me away.
Shout at me!
Scream at me!
Yell at me!
Let me get any penitence from you.
Anything.
Hit me!
Slap me!
Kill me!
But in the end you looked up and muttered slowly, “Mata au ne.”
Your bloodshot eyes betrayed the smile.
I left.
You and me, we might be able to flush away all the pain. But even when the wound had healed the scar would forever stay. My deeds redeemed but my faults never forgotten. Nothing would ever be the same again.
Thank me for f.cking myself.
Thank me for f.cking you.
My sweet prince.
My addiction.
~*~* owari*~*~
Matta au ne = Until we meet again.
Conceived after massive listening to My Sweet Prince by Placebo.
Chasing the dragon is a way to consume heroine, by lining the crystal in lines and then sucking the dust from your nose using a straw.
Sorry for making your day a tad darker.