Beyond Darkness

Rendered

While Orion was in Michael's room, he stumbled upon a small journal. He leafed through it was empty except for a page, The entry was of today's date. When did he have the time to write this? He wondered. Orion leafed through the journal again, but it seemed empty and brand new. The small poem was not titled. However Orion felt that he could write the title but that would mean that he had prodded into his personal work.

In the fields of gray

He walked solemn

Towards me as it seemed

Was it a dream?

Is still undetermined

What can't I breathe?

Is still undefined

With every step he took

With every breath he draws

It isn't magic but more like

witchcraft that defies generations

Of those unsought

He stopped by and knelt

Besides a withered bud

He smiled at it

Maybe he knows what effect he has

Over my soul and more over this existence

He looks at me

With his eyes as bright as the sun

Like a God himself

Curated his shine

Oh what he does to me

Will I ever be thine?

He revokes my doom

As he walks

The dead comes alive

As the gray diffuses into light

He's my sun

What else do I say?

He's the thum to my heart

Else all remains in vain.

It struck a chord inside Orion's heart. He used to feel like that about someone too, when there was still light in his world, hope in his heart and a dream in his conscience. He was now just a rendered soul into an abyss.

Orion searched some drawers and found a pen, he uncapped it and then in a soft swirl, wrote down "Rendered"

He then put the pen down on the journal with the intention of letting Michael know that it was him who wrote down the title. He then opened the journal and scrawled out a small message down for him to read. He was feeling despair as he knew that they were not going to be together any more. They were not going to escape a certain creep and they were not going to be pressed up against each other in the lieu of getting caught by night guards, he wasn't going to be able to taste Michael's lips, his neck, his skin. He wasn't going to be able to taste him ever again.

Orion leaned against the wall and imagined the moment where Michael was pressed against the wall and in between Orion. All his body moulded into his. His lips dancing on Michael's skin and his soft breaths and moans echoing in his ear. All Orion wanted was Michael under him, over him, moaning, panting, grabbing onto him, digging his fingers in his skin. Orion was letting it get the better of himself. He sighed and then went inside the bathroom. He stripped and turned on the shower to let the air warm up first and then went and stood under stream.

Orion let the water cool his skin down but the warm droplets hitting his skin didn't do any good as it just highlighted Michael's thoughts in Orion's mind. His hand slowly went from the nape of his neck, down to his chest, grazing his n****e in the process. A soft sigh escaping his lips followed by a groan and Michael's name. His fingers turned his n****e under his fingers. His blood was pooling in his abdomen leaving Orion restless and wanting more. He wanted more. His hand slowly traced his abdomen and down. A soft and caged groan escaped him.

Orion walked out of the shower. He was famished and after dressing up in the clothes Michael had laid out for him. He looked at himself in the mirror and found that the light blue sweater and the black jeans did look good on him. Maybe if he did wear things like this more. Did Michael like people who wore these kinds of clothes? He did want to know but how would he ever ask a question like this in the world. The thought of Michael was still as alive as ever in his mind. Orion decided to go downstairs.

He stopped in the staircase as he paused on a small photo frame that was hanging on the wall. He peered into the frame and found a small smiling family staring at him. Orion smiled at the frame, he could see the young Michael. There was a small young girl in Michael's arms who was hugging him and smiling at the camera. He could see a teeth missing and Orion chuckled at that. Orion smiled to himself and then went downstairs. He went into the kitchen and found Michael in an apron, cooking away. "Food's ready" he said with a smile.

Orion sat on one of the stools that were placed against the counter. He watched Michael Cook and prepare things so easily, he wanted to be able to cook so tasty things too. Not that he knew how Michael's cookingbwas but that eggplant parmesan had smelled delicious out of bounds for Orion. He leaned over the counter and found Michael chopping some veggies. Green ones. He looked up at Michael in question and then assuming the question in Orion's eyes he answered, "For salad" Orion nodded and then pulled a face at Michael. He just smiled at Orion in return.

Orion rested his head on his hands and admired Michael. His blue eyes were concentrated and his tongue was poking out of his lips. Michael noticed Orion staring at him and Orion felt embarrassed and he felt heat climbing up his cheeks. Michael smiled and then he reached over and ruffled Orion's hair. Orion stood up and then went closer to Michael. Resting his head on his shoulder Orion wrapped his arms around Michael's waist. He pulled Michael in and then placed small kisses along his jaw. Orion heard Michael softly gasp and it made his heart sing and his blood went rushing. One last time. He wanted to taste him. Then he moved away and let Micha cook and asked if Michael had a phone because he wanted to make a call.

Michael smiled and nodded. God. How badly Orion wanted to kiss those lips, to taste them. Orion was slowly losing his restraints.