Strong hands roam over familiar flesh. Time and space cease to exist beyond the confines of four walls and a bed. Lovers, long ago separated but never forgotten by the other… especially in those late night hours when there is nothing in the world but you and your memories, reacquaint themselves with each other, memorizing the changes and celebrating those things unchanged.

Both bodies, big and powerful, one chiseled and appearing as if carved from marble, the other softer than the last time they met, but yet no less breathtaking in its naked glory. The skin… dark… one from genetics and the other sun; eyes stare into each other - one set dark and the other a breathtaking blue - reading the other like only true soul mates can. Hands raise clutching the iron of the headboard as muscles clench and strain, trying to hold on as long as possible and yet needing the ending so badly.

Lips curve into a semi-demonic smile that only the other man could truly appreciate and love, understanding its meaning and loving it for what it is. Hips arch meeting the other's thrust for thrust as words slip through his lips, praying and begging, encouraging and reminding of things and times when this was a commonplace rather than a re-exploration. One hand reaches out to comfort a rod aching and wet, but it's slapped away by the owner with a growled plea for something uncharted.

It's the thought that does it. The idea of that man housed so firmly inside him, in the place where others are not allowed, in a manner that is secretly sacred to him. Fists clench and a head drops back as blue eyes stare at the ceiling. His loins tighten and then howls ring out for the other man, his seed rushing from his body. A chest heaves as muscles relax and the man crawls up the bed to hover over the other one, blue eyes staring down into brown ones. A phrase so familiar and loved is turned slightly and the man lying on the bed shivers at its meaning, anticipating this moment that he has waited on for so long. "You know I want you… in me," he whispers and brown eyes turn black with lust and need.

Suddenly their positions are reversed and the blue eyed man finds himself looking up at his long lost lover. He feels the beat of his heart increase as anticipation fills his veins. He has done this before, but only once, with someone much smaller, someone much less intense, and someone who meant a great deal less to him than this man does. This one is his world, his life, the air he breathes and the sustenance that keeps him alive. "I love you," he whispers, not meaning the words to leave his brain and not even realizing they have until the black eyes widen slightly and close, only to open again with a look that brings goose bumps to flesh. "Do you know how long I've waited…" the other whispers lust thickening the natural accent.

The blue eyed man can only nod as fingers are slickened, then slipped in to stretch. "Please," the man on the bed whispers. "I need to know…" He finds himself unable to finish as he sees recognition in the other's eyes… And then he is given what he has been waiting for. It is hard to say who wants this more. The one always in the past denied the pleasure of perceived control or the one who always feared its loss.

When knowledge comes he wonders if he has been wise to call for its presence. Thick and long, pulsing with the throbbing ache of need, he feels the other man's member being inserted inside of him. Hands twist the sheets, hips and back arch to meet the thrust, eyes clench as if warding off the pain or memorizing its presence. "Breathe," he hears and his eyes open, blue meeting brown again and a long whoosh of air is let loose from the prison it has been held in. A strong hand moves soothingly over the soft flesh of the other's stomach to ease tension and apprehension. "Breathe," the words are repeated soothingly until one doesn't have any choice but obey. He soon wonders if it is a trick to lull him into a false sense of security before his execution.

No sooner do hands and muscles relax than hips began to move, slowly at first and then increasing in speed and force. Soon muscles and hands are tightened again this time with need more than apprehension. "Please," the words escapes without warning and this time it is a different set of lips that curve into the demonic smile.

And then there is no room for thought. Flesh pounds into flesh. Hips thrust meeting others. Sheets twist and tear, sweat forms and cries ring out echoing off walls, unrestrained for all to hear. "I love you, I need you, please." The response is growled through teeth clenched as eyes blaze, willing blue ones to open. When they do, a lifetime of promises are exchanged wordlessly, bonds reform and reforge, and souls - once thought separated for all eternity - unite forever, stronger than ever.

When the ending comes a voice bellows out a battle cry of domination sounding his possession for all the world to hear.

And then eyes met once more, both tired and spent. Lips curve with satisfaction. Big bodies lay curled up, one into the other, the bigger one nestling the other. Arms wrap around a bare waist holding flesh against flesh, insuring contact is kept as lovers sleep.

Late into the night they awaken, their need for each other obvious as one presses into the backside of the other. Lips touch cheek, shoulder, and neck. Flesh rubs against flesh as a soft chuckle mingling with need escapes and is caught by an attentive ear. "You know you want me." One chuckle meets the other as lovers rejoin again, binding ties that will last forever and the sounds of love and sex are heard long through the night and well into the light of day.