*****
The room is dark. Softly lit like a black and white movie. Strong contrasts; black is to white that fades into a gentle grey.
Two bodies stand facing each other, naked. Erections proudly jut from sleek Adonis-like bodies. Fists clench and unclench. Tension is building.
Slowly they begin to circle each other. Slinking between shadow and light. Just like the predators they are. But it is deeper than that, not just the hunter and the hunted, there is no submissive here. One is dark, one is light. Vastly different, but dependently equal. There is no one without the other, yet they rule themselves.
Separate, they are nothing.
Like the sun and the moon they circle each other at the standoff. Neither able to make the first move but needing to act lest the confrontation come to naught.
Impasse.
They walk towards each other slowly, hands outstretched towards the other in a silent dance. But can they dance without music?
They do.
They dance to the sounds of stolen blood furiously rushing through century old veins. To the sound of unasked questions and ideas that never came to fruition. They dance to the sound of the world turning as only those destined to live life eternal can hear it.
The hand of the light touches a well-defined chest, stroking gently down the hardened muscle, feeling it quiver. The dark hand reaches out and glides along the ridges of a perfectly sculpted abdomen with ease.
They relearn the patterns of their opposites bodies, remembering the feel after an age apart. They trace around the edges to prepare themselves for when they know they must be one again.
One hand becomes two and soon they are holding one another. Hands-arms-fingers-bodies caress, becoming one, liquefying, needing, longing, desiring.
Their eyes meet and as one they sink to their knees, continuing down to lie on the floor, as fluid as if they'd never been apart.
They move against each other in a rhythm as old as they themselves. They are forever. Tongues slide against skin leaving glimmering trails of moisture reminiscent of the thousand stars in the Milky Way.
Unspoken is their desire as it is acted out ever silent in their safe haven from the world.
They love, they hate. They worship, they defile. Away from the world, but forever within it in their safe haven.
They come together slowly slicked with a heavy sheen of sweat, as they complete the ever-present circle that defines them as equals. Bodies thrust, mouths devour, and their two worlds collide, bringing both pleasure and pain.
Their coupling is fast, as they are enveloped whole by the awesome need. Bright light bursts from them, radiating out in a glowing yellow circle from their thrashing bodies.
As suddenly as it came upon them it is going again. They fell bereft. The little death takes their passion from them and replaces it with emptiness.
Eyes stare sightlessly as they lie together still connected in the most intimate of ways. Only for a short time can they remain like this, the time will come when they will again be ripped apart. But for now they lie and bask in the afterglow.
The light around them fades to darkness. Soon will be the time. They continue to hold each other, reluctant to let go for another year.
Gradually they sit up and stare at each other.
It is over.
*****
Outside the safe haven in the light of day thousands of people gaze upward at the sky through specially constructed pinhole viewers. Darkness moves across the sky revealing bright light.
The masses throw their equipment away and return to their daily activities as a black DeSoto with blackened windows cruises away from a building on the outskirts of Sunnydale.
Eclipses always were a big event on the Hellmouth.
~Fin~