He didn't want to love him. He didn't want to be so completely in love that he was blinded from everything else. He didn't want to forgive him for all the harm he had done, and how evil he'd become. He didn't want to just think about him all the time, his promises forgotten and replaced with green suits and smoldering looks. He didn't want to fall every time he looked into those dark blue eyes. He didn't want any of this. But it happened, and there was nothing he could do.
He was in love with Greed.
He yearned for his touch, and the happiness he felt around him. He would lay awake at night, his mind running miles a minute while his eyes stayed wide open, and wouldn't be able to fall asleep until he felt those long arms around him. Every time he was sad, Greed would lay with him and whisper comforts and loving words into his ears and he would feel better. When he was happy, Greed would smile and be happy too, because he loved to see his boy like this. And at night, they would make love, slow and sweet, and everything was perfect.
Oncie hated it.
He shouldn't be in love with Greed.
It was wrong.
But it just felt so right.
So he just let it happen.
He let himself forget about everything and just focus on Greed. He didn't care what he had done just for money, and he didn't care about the Lorax or the trees. He let himself fall.
It was easy falling in love with the Greedler.
And maybe it wasn't such a bad thing.