"It's like in the great stories... The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why."
A breath. A gasp. A moan. Light shifting, playing over skin beaded with sweat. Every inch of him is on fire. The only other sound in the little room is the thud and thunder of music from the club proper.
Everything in his midsection tightens. As he comes, Deniz breaks the kiss and cries out into Marc’s mouth. Marc kisses his neck, still pushing into him, sliding him through the spasms.
~*~
Deniz woke, his cock still hard, a sticky warmth on his belly. He glanced over at Roman, breathing next to him. And knew things would never be the same.