Disclaimer : This is made from the work of un Kouga and I don't own any thing nor am I making any money out of it.
A/N : This has been written in a one-shot format but as we can't insert double lines (or I don't know how to) I'm cutting it into bite size chapters. I'll update quickly, the whole thing is already written.
Introduction
It had been all right after all he reflected. After all the times they had played around, unclothed, fondled each other, learned their bodies with their hands and mouths, it was the only logical next step. Having sex. And it did brought some relief and physical well-being. He was a bit sore but nothing that couldn't be disregarded. He ran a hand through his hair to get a feeling of his earless head. It would take some getting used to. He couldn't say his partner had been rougher than usual. Nor had he been gentler or sweeter. He had been perfectly normal. Typical him. He remembered his hands on his skin, the hot tingle of his mouth on him, the delicious shivers of anticipation. And yet. He sat on the edge of the bed, his back to his still sleeping boyfriend and stared unseeingly at his cat ears and tail. A memory flashed bright that he tried his damnest to smother, to tame down, to repress. He didn't want to bring it out in the open, didn't want to contemplate it, didn't want to…
I'll take them one day.
Blond locks, periwinkle eyes peering intently at him. He clamped down on them. Too bad he wasn't there. He would not hold his life any more than he already had for someone who wouldn't come back. It had been years and pining after Soubi hadn't made him happier. At least, now, he had someone. If he were ever accused of thinking about Soubi's kisses or imagining his hands on his skin rather than his boyfriend's, then it must have only been a figment of the speaker's imagination. Soubi had left his life for good.
As he stood up from the bed to grab his discarded clothes and got dressed, he spared no glance whatsoever to his boyfriend. They would have sex again, he was sure of it because he could forget the outside world in this bedroom. He could stifle any unwanted feelings and ideas. He didn't pet his lover as he left — there was no need. They would see each other again. In his wake, as the door closed quietly in the middle of the afternoon, the only evidence of his presence were his lost ears and tail.
A/N : I should update tomorrow. Monday at most. Hope you'll like it.