A/N: This is supposed to be the first chapter of my story, Immortals, but I decided to put it up as a short prelude. This is mainly because it's a LEMON. Okay now you've been warned. If you don't like EXPLICITGUY-ON-GUY, please move on to the real story. This is just sort of an introduction. The story is better, I promise. If you do want to go on after reading this warning, by all means do so... just remember to leave a comment. Thanks a lot for your support.

Prelude – Quiet Dreams

Two figures in roughened clothing stopped outside a dimly lit room of the Shadow Mansion on a cold January night. Moonlight streamed in through the windows, and the clear night yielded countless stars. Shadows of the fog rolled just outside the glass, casting oddly shaped outlines on the carpet. Both figures had dark hair, but one’s was mussed and in perpetual disarray. The other’s was longer, up to his shoulder, typically in a horsetail – but not tonight.

Entering the room was not an easy task. Opening the door in itself was hard, since their hands were busy doing other things… like wandering each others’ bodies in hasty attempts to connect flesh with flesh. While the door was still closed, the first figure pushed on the other’s body, pressing him tightly to the door. His hand reluctantly left his partner’s side and groped for the doorknob, managing to turn it enough to make them both crash through the doorway, the first on top of the second. They desperately struggled to press each others’ bodies closer to themselves, but the second, having more sense and logic (usually) than the first, started to push up, finally getting them both to kneeling positions. He took his mouth away from the first’s and gasped, “Wait.”

“I can’t wait,” the first gasped in reply, his breathing raggedly coming in spurts.

“Have to.” The second stood up and closed the door quietly, locking it. The first stood up as well while he did so, then came close to the second and pinned him against the door, the cheek of the second coming in cold and hard against the smooth mahogany.

“Kuso. I said wait. You’re flattening my face.” The second gently pushed backwards, rubbing his backside against the delicate parts of the first.

The first shuddered and pressed harder. “Kuso. You know I can’t.”

The first wrapped his arms around the second, his hands reaching around the second’s waist to first undo his belt, then his pants. He roughly but patiently undid the second’s shirt with the practiced ease of someone who had been doing it repeatedly for a long time. The first pulled the shirt up and over the second’s head, then threw it off to the side. He let the pants fall, and the second obediently and carefully stepped out of it, kicking it to the side as well. Then the first pulled down the cotton that obstructed him, the last piece of clothing that truly kept flesh from flesh, and let it fall to the floor. The second obediently kicked it out of the way as well.

The first marveled at the sight before him. Then he smoothly undressed himself.

The second still had his front facing the door. When he felt the first go still behind him, he placed his palms on the cold wood, and again pressed his buttocks against the delicate parts of the first, earning a groan and a responsive push. Instead of pushing harder, the second turned around and planted his lips solidly on the first’s mouth.

The kiss didn’t start chaste – there was no such thing where they were concerned. The second immediately thrust his tongue inside the first’s mouth and licked every part of it, roof and all. Then he started playing with the first’s tongue, receiving a quick shiver before he started lowering his hands to the first’s waiting member. He caressed it with his fingers, lightly flicking a finger over the head.

Meanwhile, the first enjoyed the attention he received, and pulled them slowly but surely backwards onto the bed. He turned them both around and pushed the second gently down, so that the second was on the bottom, on his back. He broke their invasion of each others’ mouths and took the second’s hand away from his shaft. He lowered his lips to the second’s neck, tracing his skin down to the second’s nipple. There, he licked and bit it, enticing groans and spasms of pleasure. He did the same to the other nipple before tracing his lips back down to the second’s belly-button, then traced a line of hair down to his groin.

He glanced at the second’s face, who all but groaned. “Please…” he whispered.

That was all the encouragement he needed. His attention fully turned to the second’s shaft once again, and he noticed how large and erect it was. His partner had fed tonight, which was good. He licked the long length of it slowly, as if savoring every last taste. Up and down, repeatedly, until the second grasped the sheets and violently spasmed on the bed. The second stared at the first with wild eyes, and the first, with a knowing smile, opened his mouth to welcome the sticky, gleaming color. His eyes stayed on the second’s the entire time, before closing. Then the first took in the entire length of the second’s shaft, once – then gave himself up in abandon and sucked as hard and as fast as he could.

He only slowed down as he realized his partner was nearing his peak, because he didn’t want him to reach his peak yet. He slowly came off the second, letting a trail of saliva connect his lips and the head. He raised himself up to show his partner, who lay gasping for breath as if he hadn’t been breathing for some time. The second shuddered and spasmed again, before abruptly sitting up and planting his lips on the first. “My turn.”

He turned the first over and didn’t bother with niceties, coming down on the first harder and faster than the first had on him. The first called out his name before they were through, and they were kissing again, both on their knees on the bed, their hands groping and stroking each other. They pressed themselves harder and harder against each other, rubbing delicate skin against delicate skin, but roughly and with much desperation, almost as if it would hurt if they separated.

But they did separate. The first threw the second on his stomach onto the bed and leaped on his back. The second got on his hands and knees and pushed back, up and down, almost pleading, earnestly and without shame. “Now…”

“Wait.”

The first matched the second’s position and ran his hands along the second’s back, finally resting at his hips. In one smooth move, he shoved himself into his partner, his head thrown back. His partner groaned and shuddered, causing the first to shudder, which caused the second to shudder, which… in an endless loop of pleasure, the first found the mind again to push in and out, slowly at first, then faster, harder, and harder. They both found a rhythm together, pushing against each other so hard they heard the slap of skin on skin… until they orgasmed at the exact same moment. The first gave one final, hard push before fully leaning on the second and yelling out his name in ecstasy. The second pushed and threw his legs backward in a tight grip on the first’s legs, before relaxing and resting on his own, supporting the first. They gasped for breath and gingerly came to rest their bodies on the bed.

Then the second climbed over the body of the first and straddled him. The first grinned as the second lowered himself over his body, and the delicate parts of them brushed again. Their hardness pressed on each others’ stomachs, and the first wrapped his legs around the second’s waist. Entry was a little harder with men this way, but they were both skillful, and creative. Dancing in and out of each other, harder, and harder, finding a balanced, mutual rhythm, until light exploded for them again. The air was moist and humid, their skins wet with sweat and other bodily fluids. One hard final push… and the second collapsed to the side of the first, still inside the first’s body. In moments, their eyes closed and sleep overcame them.