Prompt: 'Your eyes are swallowing me, mirrors start to whisper, shadows start to sing'

He comes at dusk. There is a darkening on the horizon, a flutter of scarlet and jet black- and then he appears, Every movement lithe and languid, a cloak of shadows spilling from the planes of his sharp shoulders. Tino knows it is wrong. Doubt gnaws at him in those small moments of waiting, when only the sea and sky can judge his actions. But every touch of Lukas' darting fingers, each careless kiss he presses to Tino's skin- that is righter than he can say.

'Come with me,' whispers Lukas one night. They lie on the beach, entities of light and dark curving into each other.

'You know I can't. We both have-' He breaks off, not wanting to say it. Berwald has always been painstakingly gentle in his caresses, in the love he shows Tino. Perhaps that is how this illicit passion came to be.

'Travel this world with me, Tino.' persists Lukas, a sudden fire flaring in his eyes. All demons were angels once, and there is still softness to be found in his silver-tinged hair. But the rest was all swallowed up by dark flames. 'Pretend for a while. You've spent an eternity in service- that's why I left. It begins to feel like a prison after a while.' Tino pictures his home, conjuring up images of figures glowing golden-white, a haven of peace and serenity. They preach freedom- but duty foremost, a duty to the one who all must cleave to when the golden gates are opened.

'Service is all I've ever known.' he replies softly. 'I can't-' Lukas' lips cut him off, searching with fierce hunger for a spark to set alight. He takes Tino's white robe and pulls, so the delicate embroidery is torn apart to reveal chastely unblemished skin.

'Then I'll help you to forget,' breathes Lukas with hoarse intensity.

Later, when Tino has gone, he allows himself a moment to think. There is something deliciously sinful about this little angel, about the blatant, primitive need to lose control that is reflected in his eyes whenever Lukas lays a hand upon him. They say that Hell is a place of horror and heat. They say that sinners burn there for all eternity. Yet all Lukas can see when he imagines it are lips curving wickedly, frantic and eager hands, a broken soul that completes his own. Mathias has always been a creature of fire and blood, comfortable in his demon skin. But Lukas was an angel once. He still remembers what it felt like to open his heart without malice, to sit at the feet of an eternal father and know that he was loved. A pure love, but not the sort I wanted. Too gentle. Mathias is sheer flame, red and black and gold. Tino is soft feathers and sunlight, white and azure- and yes, gold as well. Two lovers of light and dark. All Lukas has to do is choose.

For once he arrives first. A beautiful place, this beach, with a quietly shuffling sea and sands soft enough to contain their embraces. Tino comes not long after, a faint glow of yellow surrounding him like a protective aura. To protect him from me, thinks Lukas, and not for the first time he experiences misgivings about it all. But only after that does he taste something off in Tino's kisses. Lukas whispers half-remembered scraps of gospel around their joined lips, the dying fragments of passages he held close to his heart in another world. Heaven is safe and welcoming. All the rules are in a book, and once Lukas followed them without question. In Hell there are no rules. He and Mathias manage to break them all the same, fuelling each other's fiery passion to build a raging smoke. Two halves of a whole; utterly equal in strength and desire. Perhaps that is why he was so drawn to Tino- for the sweet submission in his eyes, his willingness to please. There is no joy in dominance for Lukas now. He says as much when they lie back, entangled in the hazy aftermath.

'This is wrong.'

'I thought you were all for breaking rules.' With just a few words, he has pinpointed the worst fear of Lukas' black soul. There is an angel's obedience deep within him. It created this farce of a relationship, and now he will warp that obedience and put the world to rights.

'You've told me about Berwald. He sounds like a good man, Tino, far better than anything I can give you.'

'You do just fine,' whispers Tino against his lips. It takes all of Lukas' iron will to push him away.

'I'm not saying this out of self-pity, or even out of love.' He fixes Tino with his coldest indigo stare. 'I gave up my right to love the day I left heaven. I can't do this anymore, it isn't fair.'

'But you and Mathias-'

'I wouldn't call that love, not in a way that you could understand it.' Tino is pure, so sweet, too good for Lukas' burning passion. 'I do not think we will meet again.' And just like that, it is over. It began with dark hopes and darker promises, ended with everything shattering as nature took its course. Fire calls to fire. That is all I am now. But he'd rather burn than be righteous and holy, any day.