I barely registered the heaved sigh that came from behind my perch at the window sill. "Wufan...are you going to come to bed?" came the soft, slightly whiny voice of my lover.

 

I turned out to be too engrossed by the raw anticipation of power out the window before me. This brought distress to Yixing who flopped back on our mattress when he didn't receive so much as a hum from me. I was too distracted, anyway.

 My mouth cracked wide with a smile as the moment finally came where the buzz of nature's electricity ed louder through the air and the marring branches of lightning shot through the sky, lighting up my face and everything in the vicinity bright with pale, blue-white light. In a way it was eerie, how the rare and namely atypical light threw strange shadows on everything it touched. Nonetheless, I'd had my iPhone's camera readily aimed at the sky for the better part of an hour now and I'd finally got my perfect shot. The video would greatly supply me with impressive screen shots that I'd always dreamed of capturing.

I couldn't help the excited grin that lit up my face.

 

"Okay, you've got your shot. Please come to bed now?" Yixing whined, eyes pleading. "I'm cold..."

 

Reviewing my newly captured footage with greatly satisfactory results, I turned from the still agape window and beamed at my younger partner. "Yes, yes. Okay."

 

I preferred to keep the window completely agape to listen to the soothing sounds of thunder and cracking, dry lightning - there was no rain - but Yixing insisted I keep the window closed. It was too loud for him to sleep. I pouted. "C'mon, babe. Can't we just keep it cracked?"

 

He sighed and laid back down with a huff, pressing fists into his eyelids. "Okay fine," he muttered. I couldn't be sure, but he then slurred something along the lines of me being a big baby and too late at night for him to do this with me. I paid no mind and intentionally chose to ignore it.

 

I smiled and left a crack about the diameter of a quarter in the window. I could still hear the exhilarating rumbling and see the flash of lightning, so I was okay with it.

As I joined my younger lover in bed, I could see what he meant by him being cold. He had a tendency to get cold easily and he wasn't playing around when he said so. His fingers and toes - extremities that not many people have sufficient blood flow to - were especially suffering and when he curled up into me, I jolted when his freezing fingers lifted my shirt slightly so he could have the direct skin contact we were both so fond of. He giggled at my sudden shudder, but after a while the touch felt nice as he warmed up. I found that his lips, upon closer inspection from my own, were a tad bit cool, too, and he keenly leaned into my warm caress as I kissed him softly with a grumble from the sky on my tail and sending a shock of thrill into the softness. Even though it really was late, Yixing didn't mind this kind of distraction from sleep at all. He threw himself into the kiss and I eagerly received him, cupping his dimpled cheeks between long- hands that then slid smoothly through silky, dark hair. I faintly registered the fact that it had begun raining - not really raining, but torrential down-pouring. The peculiarly loud sound of drops hitting cement and cars and plants below filled the room and it soon smelled of rain. It wasn't exactly cold outside, quite the contrary. It was a warm summer's night, so the smell was strong and warm.

Yixing was the one to gently push my shoulder back and slide a leg over both of mine, straddling my hips as our mouths moved smoothly as one. Every once in a while he was the one to dominate, even just a little bit, and I found I quite liked it. Especially with the backdrop of a sky that rumbled with sheer power and lit up with even more power as the rain drummed on the window and roof above our heads.

Sensitive to Yixing's frequent gentle touches, I felt his fingers slide under my shirt hem and lay flat, palms to lower stomach, against my skin and his cool hands to my heated flesh felt nice. I hummed to let him know just how much I approved of it and slightly  raised one knee, that of which he was very nearly sitting on, which resulted in successfully bringing him closer as I pushed up on his backside with my knee. He giggled at the slightly ticklish sensation - I swear he was ticklish to everything - and pulled away briefly to breathe.

 

I laid a hand on the side of his neck and found slight perspiration there, deciding to ignore it and just his heated skin. "I thought you were cold," I mused, whispering it into his hair.

 

He laughed breathily and let his forehead drop onto my shoulder with a dull 'clunk.' "I am."

 

"Really?" I let my hand slide up the back of his neck and into his thick hair, slightly damp with perspiration. "You seem pretty warm to me," I whispered into his ear again with a teasing tone.

 

The only response he gave was a noncommittal hum in the back of his throat and he pecked my lips again, starting out innocent, but the younger man perched atop my hips gradually grew hungrier. Soon there was a slick tongue involved and though I loved the way he left my mouth tasting, I couldn't help but laugh, realizing something else.

 

"I thought you were tired, too," I broke the kiss again and murmured, purposely letting my lips brush against his bottom lip as I spoke.

 

Again, he didn't respond in any way that used words. He shut me up with more kisses varying in intensity and I just allowed him free reign, not an inkling of an objection anywhere in my mind. Not that I minded in the slightest, either. I just couldn't help but find it amusing that he'd turned 180 degrees so quickly from cold and sleepy to warm and fully alert, running his hands over my shoulders and collarbone in a way that had my head spinning.

I did a clumsy job of overturning us so I now held domination, our position going from his knees on either side of my hips to my knees on either side of his. He paused our kiss to gasp at the sudden turn in events, but smiled at me nonetheless through content eyes, seamlessly continuing on to the side of my neck. His lips lightly brushed over my skin, barely touching me at all, and stirred up the butterflies in my stomach as they continually feather-lightly at the sensitive patch below my jawline. I felt his lips curve up in a smirk as an involuntary mewl of contentment left my throat, hands struggling to hold up my weight as they rested on Yixing's chest.

 

Suddenly a particularly vigorous clap of thunder rumbled into earshot, making us both jolt and causing Yixing's teeth to chatter against my skin. I pulled away and gazed at him, laughing at his startled expression. "Scary," I whispered, looking into his puppy-esque eyes and pulling down on his bottom lip.

 

He chuckled lightly and I felt his fingers the spot on my jaw that he'd bitten. It didn't hurt at all, but Yixing was still looking at me with worry buried in his dark, warm eyes. "I bit you."

 

"It's okay," I pecked his cheek with an assuring smile playing across my lips. "I like it."

 

The raw power of the thunder and the harsh clash of lightning ever so often put me right asleep, and as long as I was there to cuddle with, Yixing knew he was safe.

Even if he was a bit scared.

 

~*~

 

A/N: One day I will meet them and MAKE them screw each other. Yes. I like Kray. 

Btw...if you were wondering why there was no and I just stopped...I liked it better without the . But it's my story so :P

 

P.S. I've been reading The Hunger Games trilogy and I'm on Catching Fire as of today and guess what? The head Peacekeeper (like police) in District 12's name is Cray :D (yes, I know it is spelled with a C, but y'know what? I don't give a flying fish :P) Every time I read his name I think of our disgustingly adorable couple Kray :)

 

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