Imagine.

Imagine a time. Not long ago, but long away. A time when those who are men were yet boys who had newly grown men's bodies. Young men who had yet to learn the truths of their bodies, and the bodies of each other.

Imagine an element. Two elements. One, a young man who was young past his time, the other a man with a mission if only he could recall it. He hadx two eyes then, piercing eyes which could look at your soul if they wanted, but with compassion enough that you would not be violated by him so doing.

Imagine a stolen moment between these young men, fire and ice, no time for passion but time enough for love.

Imagine dark hands on a green uniform, they entwine each other like vines, grasping for a few moments, then finding a secluded spot. Only a minute, a brief moment, but enough.

Imagine beautiful eyes closed when sight is no longer needed, touch has banished it to irrelevancy. Touch of hands, of bodies, of faces, they rub still-smooth cheeks that have no need of razors. Lips that remain soft find naught but smooth flesh, feeling the small, delicate muscles and bones beneath as they share themselves. The dark hair living an emotion so intense that time and time again it has become new to him, the light hair never feeling this intensity, gathers his own emotion and his partners and weaves them into one, abandoning consciousness in favour of sweet instinct.

Imagine lips meeting lips, parting and sliding against each other.

Imagine teeth that brush dangerously upon soft skin, biting but never harming.

Imagine the feeling of a young man holding his beloved, the world having faded to nothingness, the whole universe reduced to one sweet kiss.

Imagine that...