I finally arrived to the place that I had dreamed of. On his bed, feeling his body overlapping my own, in this little place where we could be alone in ourselves. And though I was too ashamed to admit it, I had always wanted to be there. I just couldn't believe that I tried to keep myself from him when it was clear to me that we had something far more extraordinary than what I had expected.

---Perfect Silence---

I sat on the edge of Rikuo's bed, nervously looking around.

"Don't be scared, Kazahaya."

"I'm not scared!" I shouted angrily.

He only grinned at me.

I looked up at him, studying his glassy dark eyes and raven hair that perfectly framed a slender white face. His expression, which always appeared hard and unafraid, was suddenly soft and gentle. He sat next to me and brought himself close to my face. I felt myself grow hot and warily looked away from him. He let his fingers travel up my bare arm and to the collar of my sleeveless shirt, which he tugged at, leaving small kisses along my neck. I suddenly became more alert to what I was feeling. I could hear my heart beating faster and noticed little beads of sweat forming along my forehead. Rikuo continued placing kisses on my cheek and to the shell of my ear, which he softly moaned into. I closed my eyes, clutching onto the sheets of his bed, my lips trembling and my breathing getting heavy. He cupped my chin and turned my head toward him, delicately running his fingertips over the surface of my lips and then luring me into a deep, open-mouthed kiss. I felt my body tense up, tightening my grip on the sheets and softly humming into his lips. He pressed me into his bed, hovering over top of me as he pulled out of the kiss. He fixed his dark eyes upon my glowing face, half-smiling and tracing the design on my shirt. Slowly, he began peeling off my clothes, my body gradually heating up with each stitch he removed. He smoothed over my chest, placing his warm lips against my skin and tickling me as his tongue followed the pattern on my stomach.

He removed his own clothes now, revealing large shoulders and a pale, slightly muscled body. He remained toward me, peering into my eyes, which were obviously glazed with desire. He let his hand lightly sail up my thigh, folding his palm over my organ and softly stroking it. I flinched, biting my lower lip and closing my eyes tightly. He allowed his thumb to brush over the sensitive area, making me gasp with pleasure. He smiled at this, wandering downward and eventually wrapping his lips around the digit. I arched my back, shocked at the sensation, my toes curling back and forth. I felt his eyes on me as I tossed my head to the side and lecherously cried out his name. He followed after me in deep orgasm, lifting his head up and letting out hard breathy moans. He crawled back up my body, my back slumped against the headboard of his bed, as he lifted my legs up onto his shoulders and moved in for one last passionate kiss before I completely engulfed him. He rolled his hips into me, watching my expression change; my eyes misty and my mouth parted, letting out loud exasperated breaths. He continued, slipping deeper into my core, as he and I both reached our climax...

He collapsed next to me, placing an arm over my chest. He didn't say anything, but it was enough just lying next to him and hearing him breathe. I smiled and turned on my side, touching his cheek. He moved in and gently kissed me, twisting my hair around his finger.

"Kazahaya—"

I placed a finger over his lips. It was transparent.

We could have never spoken to one another and still understood the connection. It wasn't just coincidence that our bodies fit perfectly together. And as we lay there in the silence it all became so apparent. This perfect silence that made us whole.