NIKA
	The Moon Shines Over The Woods
Waiting. Waiting for the last guest to drink too much and leave, after declaring how much he loved him. But they don't. They're just drunk and sentimental, since it's his birthday and he's paid for their drinks. Opportunistic love, so to say. But he's kind and jokes around, grinning cheekily and yet he seems so tired, more like aging a decade than a year. He's got a nice voice, agreeing to everyone. Maybe he just wants them gone. I want them gone. Go away, stupid jerks! "I love you, Mori-kuuuuuuuun~", that is Kenji. He clings to Mori's neck looking like a frog, just as always. A cute, big-eyed frog. "Thank you, Kenji-kun", Mori replies evenly. He's such a hero, never breaking a frog's heart, always so reassuring and nice. He and Taku-chan...just plainly heroic. They're nothing like me, I'm an egotistical bastard, that just thinks about himself. How to get the best fucks, the best car and the most attention. Yep, that's me. Sad but true. But I'm not important today. The one who is important, my prince, walks through the now empty room of his apartment, ignorant of my presence. The moon is still hidden. I can hear him sigh heavily and move about, roaming, collecting glasses and empty cans half-heartedly. He seems lost between the shadows painted on the floor and the walls. I wonder what is in his mind. Are his thoughts as heavy as his sigh? Do they wear him down, tie him to earth, this apartment and the chores he is doing? Why is his step so old? Where is the light that shines from him where I like to bathe myself in? He is a prince, he should shine. Maybe it is time for the moon to appear and cover his body in liquid silver... The turn of the earth forest's satellite to pay his dues for seeing the beauty, the shadows that hide wild, free animals and ideas, the change of the seasons in his foliage. Is fall turning winter for you now, everything dying on you, Mori? And do you just feel so tired that you want to sleep and never face spring again? I raise from the shadows, chase the clouds away from the moon's face. In other words: I stand up and touch his shoulder very softly, causing him to turn with a twitch. He stares at me, for a moment without recognition, before he half smiles, half frowns, opening his mouth to speak, quickly covered by my cool fingers. Your mouth should be used for something else than talking tonight, so I shake my head, looking up to him. Why do I have to be so small? I reach forward and kiss him with the outmost care, the most delicate lip-contact I have ever practiced on anyone. The collected left-overs in his hands clatter to the floor, disturbing the dim silence and freeing his hands at the same time. Free for me to take them, pull him to me, as softly as the earth pulls the moon and he has to follow still, gravity works. I guess he is surprised that the moon has come to him, so I take this moment to kiss him again, wishing to take away awkward questions about my reasons and motives. He is my motive. I wonder if that sentiment playing over his exquisite features is sadness or pity, which are exactly the things I waned to ban from this moment. Offering a tender caress along his jaw-line, his face melts into a more tender expression. Does he understand that this is just for him? Does he feel, that he is showing me just what it means to be the moon shining over the forest, casting silver over treetops and causing the shadows to grow? Beauty and cruelty united in one name, one person. Exactly the one trying to offer him tenderness just now. I don't desire him too much, I just want him to look less unhappy, less old...less human. More like my prince. Before I can prevent it, he whispers: "Tsuki..." and I stop the rest with a quick kiss: "Shh, my prince...shh...", I warn very softly, the scent of his skin lingers on my tongue, strangely earthy...like a warm day in the woods. I tug on of his hands to my lips and kiss his knuckles without my eyes ever leaving his. Then softly turn it, to kiss his wrist and the river of life pulsating under his arm skin. He sucks in a sharp breath, his pupils dilating. He starts to tremble, when I start to lick his index-finger, kissing it before releasing. How beautiful he is like that, fighting for countenance and losing badly, his skin lighting up, a soft blush creeping up his neck to his face. I feel his resistance weakening, so I pull him to his own bed, his weight bonelessly behind me. When I let go of his hands, I can see he is distressed, so I reach out and brush my thumb over his cheek, before I reach to his pants, opening the fly. There is no protest. He's so silent, no protest, no encouragement. Like there is a shy animal just watching from the shadows between the trees, afraid to show itself. I pull up his shirt and pullover, exposing his skin and he shivers, before I draw them over his head and I continue freeing him off his beloved clothes. When he's naked, I carefully kiss his lips again, pulling him close to me, attacking his lips again and again until I feel the muscles in his body relax a little. When they do, I lower him on his bed, undressing quickly. I'll be the full moon tonight, covering all of his body. So I try. I lie over him, kissing and licking every inch of his skin, him just breathing a little harder, no delicate moan disrupts his shadows in the nightly pleasure. I nibble at his sides, taste the inside of his elbows, while my hands explore his thighs, his knees. I only stop to check if there is still this veil of hazy lust covering his eyes or if he has come to his senses. But he remains enthralled. I want him to enjoy this act until the last fluttering heartbeat, until the sun wipes out the moon and lightens the shadows between the trees. All I hope for is, that some of the moon's glow will permeate his skin to renew his gleam, strengthen his radiance. My gift to him, my offering, even though it is little as it is. I hold down his hips, as I start to taste his length, fully concentrated on his reactions. His hands find their way in my hair, tangling there, but falling away when I start to work him off more seriously, curling them into the sheets, waiting for the release to come, to end the waiting. As it comes, I pull away, needing to see what he looks like in this precious moment, when I attracted the animal away from the shelter of the woods. Raw, uncontrolled...pure; for a moment only. His eyes closed while his lips are opened. Wonderfully troubled. He never voices his sensations though, the whole act was very quiet, as little noise as possible, which gives it a strange dimension of privacy. This was just for him and him alone. My own need is ignored tonight because I want it this way, it seems utterly unselfish, making me a prince for a single night. Making me the moon-prince. Before he can recollect himself, I vanish into the tiny bath-room, wet a small towel with warm water, cleaning him up, a sated smile finally finding the way to his lips, while the moon is on it's way down, losing strength. I cover his body with the comforter, kneel beside him to kiss his smiling lips, to soak up the light that shines from him again. I'm just like all the others, taking what he is giving without ever thinking, now I finally returned some. I find my clothes, slip in, feeling elated and worn out at the same time, before I turn to him for a last glance. His eyes are wide open, finding mine with ease. A hand extends towards me and now it is him who pulls me anew, because I find myself at the side of his bed even though I actually wanted to leave. His fingers entwine with mine and he pulls me down, so that I hover over his face, like the moon hovers over the woods. When he speaks at last there is only one word from him: "Stay..." Not an order, more like a request, so soft and yet it can't be ignored, or in other words: I can't resist, I'm too weak to be the moon. My clothes are shed fast and this time it is me who is pulled into the luring depths between the sheets. He studies me for a breath or two, before he tugs his head under my chin and relaxes against me. As the moon prince I should be above such cuddling, but part of me is bound to earth through it's roots. And when the sun is nearing the Ruler of the Night becomes weak yet the trees rejoice. So come out sun and make me even weaker, for I don't want to rise again. ~fin~
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