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The sheets felt cool and smooth against his bare flesh, like someone had taken the cleanest, purest water and woven it into the finest of fabrics. He found the coolness of the silk sheets comforting and relaxing, and Fayt wanted to do nothing more than to cocoon himself within his bed's confines. At one point, a couple of blankets had been wrapped around him as well, keeping him warm and secure and content. The same someone had also strewn rose petals over him and the bed. Fayt detected their light fragrance and inhaled deeply.
So many memories tugged at his heart and demanded his attention. So many emotions threatened to overwhelm him and drown him in a sea of chaos. Love, anger, betrayal, hurt . . . all washed over the blue-haired man as he remembered what it felt like to touch and be touched by the one he loved.
Fayt Leingod had loved Cliff Fittir. He could not escape that fact, no matter how hard he tried. Hell, a part of Fayt still loved Cliff and would always love the older man.
However, Fayt knew he and Cliff were not meant to be. He had discovered that when he found Cliff in bed with another, which never really eased the pain of the knowledge.
"Fayt?"
At the sound of Luther's voice, the blue-haired man opened his eyes and peered out from under the blankets. The older man stood at the foot of the bed, a heart-shaped box of chocolates in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. A slightly wicked gleam appeared in the other man's blue eyes, a hint and a suggestion of what he wanted from Fayt. The other man wore only a pair of black silk boxers, and Fayt could not help but notice how muscular yet slim Luther appeared. The sight of the Creator was more than enough to cause Fayt's breath to hitch in his chest and to have his heart skip a beat or two.
"Care to join me for a drink?" he asked.
Fayt slowly nodded, and he pushed himself into a sitting position. Luther moved so he could sit next to him. The blond-haired man set the box of chocolates down. From out of nowhere appeared two silver goblets, each with a dragon winding around the stem, and then Luther was pouring them a drink.
As he watched the older man, Fayt knew things happened for a reason just as he knew he and Cliff were not meant to be together. If the two had been meant for each other, Cliff never would have strayed, and Fayt would not have been reunited with Luther. As strange as it looked and sounded, there was something about the way Luther touched him that simply burned Fayt to the core. His senses had come to life after the first time Luther had taken him, bringing out sensations Fayt never knew existed. While he loved Cliff, Fayt loved Luther more. The two men raised their glasses in a toast.
"Happy Valentine's Day," Fayt murmured.
"Happy Valentine's Day," Luther repeated. He smiled. "And here's to the adventures we will soon share."
"Adventures?" Fayt echoed. He could not help but smile in return. "You have something more than this," he gestured to their room, "in mind?"
Luther's somehow became enigmatic as he sipped at his wine. Then he said, "That, Fayt Leingod, you will soon find out. In the meantime, let us enjoy the moment and the holiday."
With those words spoken, Luther leaned over him, kissing him . . .