A painful moaning reached Hakurens ears, waking him from his slummer. Slowly he opened his eyes to find out where the pitiful noice was coming from. From the other side of the dark room he discovered the source, with soundless steps he closed in on his roommate.
Teitos eyes were shut hard, hands clutching the quilt tightly, as though he was trying to hold on to something that was falling away from him and to Hakurens big suprice tears streaming down his cheeks. Teito who never shows his feelings and emotions or even less cries, was now crying in front of him!
Hakuren now stood beside Teitos bed, his left hand cupped Teitos cheek slowly and the thumb gently stoke against the cheek, whiping the tears away. Memories of his mother singing a lullabully to him came to his mind and the words slowly came fourth through his mouth.
The song was sung with a dark voice, giving of a sad but yet consolding feeling. As if informing one of lonlyness but at the same time telling one that there is a way out of their pitiful miserableness.
Maybe she always sang it to Hakuren because that was how she felt living together with a man who cared more about his reputation then his own wife. Or maybe because she never wanted Hakuren to forget that he was never alone and always loved.
Teitos breath slowly became regular and the tears stopped streaming down his pale cheeks but the now white hands were still clutching the quilt with all it's might. "Something is still disturbing him in his dream" Hakuren thought sadly to himself.
He then lifted up the quilt and slid in under it next to Teitos body. With one of his big hands he grabbed Teitos smaller hands, forcing them to loosen it's grip around the quilt until they finally completly surrenderd to the force of his big hands and started to loosen it's grip around the quilt. With his other hand he slowly pulled Teito closer to himself.
Feeling Teitos warm body and soft breathing on his chest, all soon became to much for him. His before calm breathing now came into an quicker pace, his voice like a prisoner in his own throat, eyes gazing over a body coverd by the moonlight with passionate. Feeling almost aroused he gently kissed Teitos forehead, too caught up in the moment to realise it himself. He then closed his eyes, his heart beating in rythem with Teitos, sharing the same bed, warmth and feeling of loneliness that only could be fullfilled by another human being.