one day – hope will set you free.

[daemon_angelus]

because (re-)doing UF!au from Ky's POV is like thirteen of hercules' labours (i.e. nigh impossible) - HAVE A SNIPPET INSTEAD :D and yes, the title is based on the words craved in their belt buckles in canon AND I NOW STAUNCHLY REFUSE TO BELIEVE ANY OTHER INTERPRETATIONS OF THEM SO THERE (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧


He wakes

To a firm tangent of warm muscle beneath him

His chin digging into

The tender dip between collarbones (shouldn't it be painful? the thought half-forms in the fog of nine am mornings - in the fog of wait how many times did we do it last night - )

Lifts his head slightly - blinking away, or rather, trying to - get his head out of languid searing touches - rough chapped lips against his own - a hot tongue and sharp teeth scraping his neck - the sound of his own rasping breaths in his ears as he -

 

He looks up to the man they call Dragon

 

- Why do you do this to yourself - a tiny ugly part of himself thinks and spits out - wouldn't it be easier, better, with almost literally anyone else - to the rest of his consciousness -

(Realises he'd probably passed out - again - and left the other man to clean up and tuck him under the blanket - )

He traces the questions into the curve of muscular shoulders, up to a neck lolled on its side (can see the head of the black dragon behind the flesh - feels his ribcage contract painfully into itself every time his fingers pass over one, two, three bumps of scarred flesh - )

 

Realises it's just not enough (it will never be enough) -

 

He wants to hear his name on those lips and tongue - breathed into his ear with a low growl that holds no aggression - only want and desire that mirrors his own -

Wants those fierce gold eyes only on him - never wants to miss when they soften with something like wonder and surprise - like the first time he'd cooked and served them dinner -

Wants the dark winged dragon to only be for him and his eyes, touch and tongue - not for strangers who don't see anything beyond the brand of savagery -

 

He wants Sol

(And shouldn't that be enough of a reason for everything that he's - they're - doing?

No matter what the world would should could say

No matter what other people would should could think

Behind their backs - with knives of jealousy on their tongues - spite in their hearts - )

 

And when Sol stirs half-awake -

Ky shifts and presses

A tender kiss - fingers threading through dark mahogany hair -

And he hopes

One day Sol will understand -

It's not about the darkness that envelops his past or even current present -

 

It never was and it never will be