The problem with Yoh is that he has too many morals.
He values kindness, fights with his own strength, dislikes cheating himself (though he'll forgive anyone who cheats against him) and is good to a fault. He can look at others and forgive them immediately, but it's a different story with himself. For example, he has no problem with admitting that he's currently going out with me, a deranged murderer who once tried to destroy the world. He's forgiven me. He thinks I've changed.
But he does have problems with admitting that we're brothers. Not that he's ashamed, but he doesn't want anymore attention drawn to him. Not when he has Anna's disapproval looming behind him, his family's lectures behind him and his friends' shock and horror with him.
You may have too many morals too. Actually, you will have morals. Incest is wrong, you say. Disgusting - you're brothers, you say. I don't really care that much, to be honest. If I had my way you'd all be burning in hell, so just be grateful to Yoh that you're not. I mean that. Go and tell him now.
...Good.
Spending more time with mortals has changed me slightly. It's made me kinder. I think. But spending time with Yoh has helped me to begin to understand what the term morality means, and maybe what it feels like too. Sometimes.
But at times, it's just a hindrance.
…Because there are people like you around.
So what? I want to see Yoh.
I want to feel him, smell him, touch him and taste him all the time. I want to watch him squirm, and I want make him feel complete, and maybe even a little bit of pain at times. I want to be his everything. But who cares? It has nothing to do with you, and why do you care if I like the way he breathes my name out; soft and slightly raspy at the same time?
But I suppose you do care. You're human.
I want a lot of things. I want everything. But indulge me, because I just want you to think. I want you to imagine Yoh, and I want you to envision him wriggling underneath me, eyes sparkling and soft and dark with all of his compassion, all of his humanity. For once, he's doing something for himself. For the first time, he is selfish, doing something that he wants to do.
And I want you to hear his laugh, and the sigh of content that comes from his throat.
I want you to watch, very carefully, as he loops his arms around my neck, and see his face as he finally relaxes, free from the strain of being an Asakura heir. Watch him smile, hear his laugh.
And I want to see if you still think it's wrong.
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