Elton, eat your heart out! (Johan, Werner)

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Johan was practising his instrument of choice, fingers flying over the keys in a blur of motion. The notes filled the room, while the song they created brought about a rather frantic and frenzied atmosphere. Johan was experimenting, and he would have to remember to write some of this down later, lest it be lost to the walls of the Kemp music room forever.

The music Johan was creating was so encapsulating, that he didn't hear the sounds coming from the doorway. Nor did Johan know there was anyone else in the room with him until Werner sat down on the bench next to his lover, causing Johan to jump and play several terrible chords. "Werner!" Johan didn't even mind the shock, he was just relieved to see Werner up and about. It did much to improve his mood, which hadn't been bad in the first place.

"I'm sorry, I thought you knew I was here!" Werner smiled at Johan. "That was beautiful. Is it new?"

"Brand spanking new." Johan leaned forward and he kissed Werner's cheek. "It's my new baby. I've been creating. Should you be out of bed, you naughty thing?"

"I think the mattress will get along just fine without me." Werner soothed, leaning in to kiss Johan's shoulder. "Will you play more for me?" He didn't want to mention that the need to change was growing stronger. He was resisting it because he didn't know how the change would affect his health. It always made him weaker and he just got around to feeling better. He didn't want to aggravate things by turning into a wolf and romping around in the garden. "I want to hear your music."

Johan smiled and he nodded, placing his fingers back on the keys. "Let's try a little something else instead. That was my song. This is yours."

"Thank you, Elton John..."

"Don't you knock Sir Elton!" Johan chastised as he started to play the song he'd spent the last few weeks creating and refining. Deep, resonating low notes opened the song, and it led to a slow passage which seemed to indicate a deep sense of longing. The music built and built, however, Johan's expert fingers always finding their mark. Werner closed his eyes and allowed himself to be enveloped in minor-chords and dark melodies, speaking of lament. And then, there was dissonance in the middle, gradually decrescendoing as the dissonance resolving itself into a sweet little tune at the end. And when the final chord was played Johan held it before turning to his lover, who was still sitting there with his eyes closed.

"That...that was beautiful." Werner's voice was soft, as if he dared not violate the air which had so recently held the notes of genius, with his voice.

"It's for you. God, I'd better write the sucker down, hadn't I?!"

And Werner laughed, opening his eyes to gaze on his beautiful pianist. "It might be a plan."

"Ah, logistics. I'd rather eat first. Come on, Sickie. I'll make you some tea."