He rests divine. A face so familiar and yet distinctly foreign from my own. Long, carefully tended tresses cascading over his shoulder to pool against the crimson sheets. His fingers stretch in the throes of dream, I admire the sculpted digits bent at just the perfect angle. So strong my brother presents himself, the arrogant sway of his hips beckoning forth all eyes to that frame. Calling to attention the yearns of lust buried deep in the veins of man and woman alike. Desired by all and yet felt by only one. A treasured tongue pouring over words and metaphors whispering but only one name when the curtains have drawn.

"Kristoph..."

Enthralling his eyes as they flutter with the ebb and flow of pleasure's sea. Rolling in and out, in and out. Arms clinging to forbidden sin, feeling hell's delectable atrocities filling every inch of him. Fingers tangle, mouths clash, pulling forth more of those sweet cries. Sweat stings the gaze, the heart leading his hunger straight unto me. Fingers lace. A perfect fit, our German skin. Symphonies he sings to me, calling out sweet melodies. Beg and cry with the crashing tides, filling himself to the brim with the sharp and blissful pain. The storm he weathers and clings to, up until the last drop falls and one sound breaks the moaning thunders.

"Kristoph!"

Yet when all is said and done, instruments of trade packed away, it is within the bed of rose I find ourselves to lay in rest. To cling to strength shared in our touch, unspoken volumes kept under lock. There is no more truth than what is here, in the arms of brothers in the bed of thorns. I draw the crimson cover close, tucking it carefully around the blessed as it drifts to sleep in the shelter of the damned. Here in our bed of roses, the color red against his skin, a fortress erects itself around his dreams until he wakes to the morning rays. In this silence as I watch in pure untainted sight with no glass to hide my eyes do I see the love I yet still hold no different than so long ago. One word yet waits at my lips, and with a smile I let it slip, giving one more gentle touch before I fall into repose.

"Klavier."