The Tango

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I don't even own the song.

 

Note: NOT FOR THE WEAK OF STOMACH, MIND, OR HEART!!

          The door creaked open and a figure crept stealthily into the darkness of the room.  A small click indicated that the figure had shut the door.

          “Xellos?  Are you in here?”  The voice was soft and tentative in the dark.  Suddenly, candles sprang to light around the room, revealing the identity of the intruder.  Filia whipped around to face the man leaning on the door behind her.  She glared fiercely.  “Xellos!  Don’t sneak up on me like that!”  The purple-haired man raised an eyebrow.

          “Oh?  But it’s okay for you to try and scare me?”  Filia sniffed and crossed her arms.

          “That’s not the point.”  Xellos pushed himself off the wall and came to stand right behind the Golden Dragon.

I ACHE FOR THE TOUCH OF YOUR LIPS DEAR

She stiffened for a moment when she felt his warm hands caressing the nape of her neck.

          “Yare, Filia-chan, what pretty hair you have,” he murmured next to her ear, gathering the golden mass gently in his hands.  Filia couldn’t help but smile as she lolled her head back onto his shoulder.

BUT MUCH MORE FOR THE TOUCH OF YOUR WHIPS DEAR

YOU CAN RAISE WELTS LIKE NOBODY ELSE
AS WE DANCE TO THE MASOCHISM TANGO.

LET OUR LOVE BE A FLAME, NOT AN EMBER
SAY ITS ME THAT YOU WANT TO DISMEMBER

BLACKEN MY EYE, SET FIRE TO MY TIE

AS WE DANCE TO THE MASOCHISM TANGO.

 

AT YOUR COMMAND, BEFORE YOU HERE I STAND
MY HEART IS IN MY HAND

ECCH

IT'S HERE THAT I MUST BE.

MY HEART ENTREATS, JUST HEAR THOSE SAVAGE BEATS

AND GO PUT ON YOUR CLEATS
AND COME AND TRAMPLE ME.

YOUR HEART IS HARD AS STONE OR MAHOGANY
THAT'S WHY I'M IN SUCH EXQUISITE AGONY.

MY SOUL IS ON FIRE, IT'S AFLAME WITH DESIRE
WHICH IS WHY I PERSPIRE WHEN WE TANGO.

 

YOU CAUGHT MY NOSE....IN YOUR LEFT CASTANET LOVE
I CAN FEEL THE PAIN YET LOVE, EVERY TIME I HEAR DRUMS.

AND I ENVY THE ROSE, THAT YOU HELD IN YOUR TEETH LOVE
WITH THE THORNS UNDERNEATH LOVE
STICKING INTO YOUR GUMS.

 

YOUR EYES CAST A SPELL THAT BEWITCHES
THE LAST TIME I NEEDED TWENTY STICHES

TO SEW UP THE GASH YOU MADE WITH YOUR LASH
AS WE DANCED TO THE MASOCHISM TANGO.

BASH IN MY BRAIN, MAKE ME SCREAM WITH PAIN
THEN KICK ME ONCE AGAIN

AND SAY WE'LL NEVER PART.

I KNOW TOO WELL I'M UNDERNEATH YOUR SPELL SO
DARLING IF YOU SMELL SOMETHING BURNING ITS MY HEART.

 (HICCUP) SCUSE ME.

TAKE YOUR CIGARETTE FROM ITS HOLDER
AND BURN YOUR INITIALS IN MY SHOULDER.

FRACTURE MY SPINE AND SWEAR THAT YOUR MINE
AS WE DANCE TO THE MASA (pause) CHISM TANGO!

By: Filia Umbrae