A/N: Whatever, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Chrono Crusade or its characters.
Warnings: GuyXGuy kissing.Angst, choking.
Meditative Remembrance
Chrono had really stepped into it this time.
Aion was furious. He could tell, though to Azmaria and Rosette he may have had a certain calm exterior, that he was boiling, mainly due to the excitement of a new apostle to play with. Although, the anger part had more to do with him.
The hand on his throat was rhythmically clenching and unclenching. The pressure was more to prevent speech then to choke him. Chrono winced when a clench was harder then before, but managed not to whine. He choked as he tried to talk, and then decided to stop trying to talk altogether. He shivered from the look Aion gave him out of the corner of his eye.
Chrono hadn't felt this intimidated since that time Aion had asked him if he was with them, if he still believed in the dream of freedom. Of course he had agreed, there was no reason for him not to, though he might of felt hesitant.
Magdalene, at first, had just been another pawn, something to curb his boredom. However, it turned into more as he listened to her words. Maybe it wasn't so much love as it was fascination. It was love for Rosette though that kept him here, from going back to Aion, from becoming whole with him.
For one beautiful moment, he reviewed the closeness he had shared with Aion when they had been cementing their deal.
That's when his vision shattered, lips on his suddenly and a clenched hand squeezing his throat. Aion was kissing him and surprise plastered Chrono's face. He had missed what Aion had said and what point he was trying to prove.
The kiss then seemed to end faster then it had started when his neck was squeezed hard enough to kill, to cause his throat to bleed.
He was dropped to the ground as Aion got up from his makeshift seat and walked away. He was nearly unconscious, only remaining aware through sheer willpower, only able to lay there as the events occuring in front of him continued to unfold.