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Crosses

Notes-Written as a graduation present for some of my friends. Congrats on finishing high school!

Warnings- Contains yaoi. Bart and Billy getting' it on. Standard disclaimers apply.

It seemed sacrilegious to wear his cross during coupling, but never did he remove it. Even if he thought to take off the necklace his hands never reached the cross, Bart would catch his hands and kiss each trigger-calloused fingertip, or he'd find the pirate's golden rope of a braid more appealing to curl his fingers around. Eventually, when Bart's hands had scribbled scripture on his flesh he'd forget about the cross. It was simple to ignore the gold-plated symbol when the metal was warmed by their love-making and his body was slick with mating sweat.

Later, as he sought sanctuary in the whispered caress of his partner's embrace he'd feel the cross's metallic kiss. He'd move to shed the cross but, inevitably, Bart's hands would seek his, and who was he to deny having their fingers woven together? Bart would raise their joined hands; move them as to make the moonlight dance around them. Then he'd kiss the ball of Billy's thumb and hastily sink into the not-so-empty oblivion of slumber.

He'd lay awake, the mismatched pair of their hands still held as if in prayer. In his half-wakefulness he'd realize that maybe this was all the religion he'd ever need, all the faith he would ever require. If religion allowed no room for passion in permitted love.

When the sun dragged his eyes open the epiphany became more like a wisp of a dream, there, but not comprehended. When he stirred Bart would wake and with a sleepy smile as his `good morning' he'd hook a finger into the chain that the cross hung from and tug so that Billy had to edge closer. Then he'd twine fingers in the fine hairs that dusted the nape of Billy's neck and kiss him. And perhaps that was why Billy wore the cross continuously.

Bart was, after all, a damn fine kisser.

~The End