好久以前写的一篇文章，是真人cp，我把名字给换了。
Lev 和 Danil 都是俄罗斯男人的名字。
Lev 是 leo ，代表狮子；
Danil 是 divine justice ，代表圣洁的正义；
擦的，老子名字取得真好。-w-

Pretence
Feathery light touches lingered on his toned body, from his defined chest to his
sculpted abdominals, touching him, caressing him, loving him. It made his flawless
alabaster skin burned in waves and waves of suffocating heat, it made his heartbeat
accelerated and his breathing laboured, it made his most basic, most primal need
surfaced and he moaned – a long, deep sound that reverberated in their shared
room, making a groan which did not belong to him soon followed after. Those hands
– warm and a little calloused, skilled and a little impatient – had felt so good
on his feverish and heated smooth skin.
“Danil…”
A call of his name, he flinched – a shudder that wrecked through his body,
starting from his lower neck making its way down his spine till it reached his
very toe tips, making him pulled back a little from the man on top of him although
he did not want to. And the involuntary shudder ended as abruptly as it first
started, it was all gone in a sudden. Not with a signal, not with an indication.
He was glad, more than glad to be precise. Wrapping his muscled arms around the
tanned neck, he pulled the man back down, nipping and sucking and biting whatever
piece of skin he could reach, revelling in the warmth in him and covering him and
loving him, he was glad.
Just… don’t call my name.
The gradual movements of his hips never stopped, and he never wanted it to stop.
Thrusting upwards, the sound of wet flesh colliding with wet flesh, the sound of
protruding hip bones clanking with every forceful thrust, the sound of moans and
groans that spilled out uncontrollably and the sound of wet slurping noises when
they sucked on each other’s heated skin accompanied him as he met the other
man’s thrust again and again, wantonly allowing his lust to take control over
his body, flagrantly allowing his body to react in the basest way.
Another thrust.
Oh yes, there!
And he felt loved.
“Danil…”
Don’t call my name!
He wanted to yell at the other man, to look at him straight in the eye and yell
at him right in the face – don’t ever call my name when you’re making love to
me. NO. But he did not do so, he had his reasons. And they were simple. His huge
black eyes never had the fortitude to meet the pair of icy blue and his larynx
never had the intrepidity to yell out the lump lodged heavily at his throat.
See?
They were simple.
He was a little gutless – pretty much like an invertebrate without a backbone –
so he did not do whatever his heart told him to do. Not that he cared anyway.
Especially not when his prostrate was struck yet again mercilessly for the
umpteenth times, making every single nerve ends in his body tingling with
pleasure, making him arched his back, showed his neck and moaned his gratitude.
It was there, love was there.
It HAD to be there.
Fingers were wandering again. From clutching his jet black hair – now all mussed
up and spread out on the fluffy pillow – reaching down to trace his defined abs,
pinching a perked nipple on their way, rolling the other, trailing further down,
dipping into his bellybutton and finally, finally grabbed his erection and
started to pump.
Oh god, yes!
Another moan slipped past his plump lips, a little louder and a lot more wanton
than the previous ones. And he did not give a damn about feeling embarrassed. The
fingers that wrapped snugly around his member had felt good, so very good.
Calloused ends of the slim fingertips caressed his sensitised skin with light
touches, the extra stimulation was very much appreciated even though he really
did not need any more of that right now, seeing that he was already aroused
enough at he was.
“Dan…”
DON’T CALL MY NAME!
Again, that was just a little tantrum that he secretly threw in his subconscious
mind. He had established the fact that he would not, not in a lifetime, have the
guts to yell at the man, his leader, his friend not to call his name whenever he
made love to him.
Noted the word made love?
Yes.


It would not be just sex between the two of them – at least he
refused to believe that. It was impossible. Love had to be there somewhere.
He was just too blind to see it, that’s why he had to pretend. Pretend that
every single touch was love, every single moan was love and every single thrust
was love.
It HAD to be.
It simply had to be.
Ergo, he hated it when Lev called his name – the voice hoarse and husky because
of arousal, the tone panting and seducing because of exertion. He totally hated
it. And the reason was again, simple. He could not pretend. He could not pretend
that the familiar voice that called his name in all its sexy glory had any love
in it – because it did not. The voice, aside from being hoarse and alluring,
was exactly the same as the voice that Lev used when he addressed everyone else.
Perhaps there was a little more solicitude and care reserved for him, as a close
friend, as a band member, but that was all he could squint, nothing else. So he
hated it. Hated it as the voice always broke his pretence, slapping him back to
reality, telling him this thing among them, whatever it was, was NOT love.
“Danil… Dan…”
Damn you.
Too tired to make a scene in his subconscious mind, too aroused to force love out
of every single action, he chose ignorance – as he was told that ignorance was
bliss. Surprisingly, it was true. Moaning, he dug his blunt fingernails into the
broad back and felt for the muscles that shifted under his palms with every sharp
movement. He was close, so very close that he chose to shut down his mind along
with his ears and feigned ignorance. Excellent choice indeed, he thought, letting
lust did the entire job and locked his over-thinking mind in somewhere else
before he orgasmed.
And then he felt it.
He felt the warmth that coated his inner passage in a surge, the warmth that
caused him to spill his seed along with a ragged, broken moan, his back arching
and his knuckles white from gripping the sheets.
See?
Warm.
It had to be love.
“I’m sorry, Dan. I’m so sorry…”
NO I don’t want your sorry.
Placating kisses descended on him, peppering on his forehead, his cheeks, his
neck, his hands, his everywhere but never his lips. He was suddenly very tired,
as if his life force was sucked dry out of him and that had nothing to do with
the fact that he just orgasmed, at all.
“Don’t cry…”
A thumb wiped away his tears, the action so tender and benign that he saw that as
love again.
Oh wait, so he was crying?
Since when?
“I’m sorry I can’t love you like that, I’m so sorry…”
SHUT UP!


And then he heard the best suggestion throughout the night, he
nodded. Strong arms circled around him and pulled him close to a chiselled chest
without any warnings, the steady heartbeat that thumped beside his ear became a
lullaby for him – a lullaby which did not have any melody, but still equally
beautiful.
Warm and soothing hands were rubbing his back and arms, pressing a
little harder whenever they reached his lower back and the comfortable sensation
slowly lulled him into sleep, with a couple of stubborn tears rolled down his
cheeks occasionally under his closed lids and fluttering eyelashes.


Drifting between asleep and awake, he vaguely thought that he was really
grateful for Lev’s understanding silence. Because as for now, he could at least
pretend that he was in his love’s arms – strong and protective, soothing and
loving – and that was all he needed to be happy.  


As long as he could see love in everything Lev did for him...
He would be happy.
(END)

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当着锻炼英文来看，哈哈哈哈！
唉，断得连阿妈都不认得了，感叹...
度娘你个orz的 oOo