Seimei was Soubi's god. And like the God he was, Seimei expected to be praised and worshiped. So who was Soubi to refuse him?

"I love you, Seimei."
Seimei paused but did not look up from his book. "I know you do."

Seimei drew Soubi to him and any dashed hopes of Seimei saying the same back to him fled his mind as his God's lips descended upon his, just as Seimei knew they would.

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Soubi sometimes wondered if he looked for Seimei in Ritsuka, then immediately felt bad about thinking such thoughts. Seimei and Ritsuka, for all they looked identical, were not the same. Ritsuka was warm where Seimei's was cold. Ritsuka's smiles were rare and genuine, Seimei's always present and insincere. Ritsuka's eyes shone with emotion, Seimei's calculated. Seimei had been his master, but Ritsuka was his friend and partner. Seimei's touch chilled him when Ritsuka's calmed him. They were as different as light and shadow, sunrise and sunset.

"Soubi?"

Soubi glanced at the bundle in his arms. He gently bit the ear in front of him, just because he could. Ritsuka shifted and muttered a sleepy, "Stop that."

"Yes." Soubi complied and then added in a teasing voice. "If that is what Ritsuka wants."

"It is. Now be quiet; I was having a good dream."

"Oh? So was I."

Ritsuka half turned so one dark gray eye stared at him. "Hmm. Tell me about it," he half demanded, tone challenging. Even though he was just after waking up he managed to look skeptical.

"Well," Soubi began. "I dreamed I was with you forever."

The gray eye rolled around. "Yeah? And when did you wake up?" Ritsuka sounded triumphant; like he knew Soubi hadn't slept but had instead been watching Ritsuka sleep.

"Ah, but that's just it. I don't plan on waking up for a long time." Soubi's voice was soft, as though he was afraid saying the words out loud would jinx him, jinx them.

Ritsuka opened his mouth, probably to dismiss Soubi's words as romantic and silly, but all Ritsuka did was close his mouth and lace his fingers with Soubi's.

Yes, Soubi mused, a few moments later, they were very different. Seimei's kisses had been hard, forceful even, and Ritsuka's were soft and reassuring. Both, and this Soubi found amusing, were possessive.

His last thought, as Ritsuka continued to kiss him senseless, was that Seimei might have been his god, but Ritsuka was his salvation.