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//I need some distraction or a beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight//
Sarah
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Hugo heard the knock on his door. He knew who was there and had known he would come. He had hoped the other man wouldn't come. It wasn't that he disliked him. It wasn't that at all. It was the air of despair and pain that seemed to surround him, to follow him. Hugo wasn't even sure he knew it. It was etched in his face and it poured out of his skin like water. Hugo just wasn't sure if he was strong enough to handle it.
The soft knock again. "Hugo? You home?" That odd flat accent.
Hugo went to the door. There he stood, hair as black as a crow's wings and obsidian eyes. And the most beautiful face Hugo had ever seen.
"Keanu. I wasn't expecting you. Come in."
No sooner was the other man in the door than he was in Hugo's arms. Hugo just held him, rubbing his tense shoulders and whispering soothing little things as Keanu sobbed. He knew why. It was Halloween, the anniversary of River's death. The fifth one. And his pain was as fresh and new as if it had been yesterday.
Hugo knew what to do. He took Keanu to the bedroom and stripped him, then himself. The light was dim as he looked down at the tall, slender man in his bed. He knew that seldom did one receive a gift of such beauty. He also knew he would pay with his own heart for this night. And right now, he just didn't care.
He lay down beside Keanu, lay on his side so he could look at him in the moonlight and in the soft light from the other room. His black hair was combed back carelessly as it usually was. His eyes looked as black as they almost were. Hugo looked down Keanu's body and his eyes fell on the scar running down his midsection, a reminder of a motorcycle wreck and a lost spleen. Hugo wondered what a spleen did, anyway. He reached his hand out and traced the scar, resisting the urge to kiss it from top to bottom, for now anyway. He would come back to it later perhaps. His hand moved further down along with his gaze. Thick dark hair surrounded a cock that was more than half hard. Keanu didn't move when Hugo took it into his fist but it hardened completely.
Keanu showed no reaction to the touch other than the obvious one and one not so obvious one. Hugo caught it, though, the single tear that ran down the corner of an eye, glistening like a tiny diamond in the semi-darkness. He leaned close and licked the teardrop away. Then he kissed that mouth, kissed it gently, his lips touching the other man's parted lips, not daring to go farther, not yet.
Keanu turned over on his side, facing Hugo. His sad eyes were dark with desire, with something more, a need to… Erase? Forget? Even just temporarily.
Hugo kissed him, his tongue darting in between those parted lips this time, his arms pulling the naked body against his body. His erection touched Keanu's and he gasped at the heat. Keanu's hands came up to cup his face as the kiss deepened to something fiercely passionate. His mouth teased and taunted Hugo as he ground his hips into the Australian. It felt almost as if he sought to immerse himself in Hugo.
Hugo knew if that was what Keanu wanted, that is what he would give him. He pulled back and looked at the Canadian. His face was flushed and his eyes were a bit glazed. He was breathing hard and still moving his hips against Hugo as if he couldn't stop. Hugo knew he didn't want him to.
"What do you want me to do? Tonight I'm yours," Hugo finally whispered to Keanu.
Keanu said nothing but his hands and his mouth took possession of Hugo's body, exploring and touching from head to toe. Hugo groaned as he was turned over and slick gel rubbed all over him. He found he was trembling as he felt Keanu enter him. The pain was intense but was over in seconds as pleasure took its place. Keanu pushed him onto his belly as he plunged deep and hard. Hugo managed to take himself in hand and he let the hard driving thrusts push him into his tight hand.
"River!" Keanu moaned as he came. Hugo had known, known he was substituting for Keanu's dead love, but tears burned his eyes anyway as he came despite his own pain. He said nothing as Keanu lay across his back and kissed his shoulder, his neck. He slipped from Hugo and rolled away, sobbing. Hugo sat up and pulled Keanu into his lap and into his arms.
He held him for hours, the silent man finally talking sometime close to dawn and talking until he had little voice left. Hugo just held him and kissed his cheek and listened. Finally Keanu reached for him again and took him again. This time the loving was sweet and hot and when they came, Keanu called out Hugo's name over and over. Hugo still felt tears in his eyes.
~End~
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