Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Written for Dark Goddess1
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It was something Domon had been trying to avoid. However, it had become very clear (even to someone as hardheaded as him) that this was one problem that he couldn't ignore forever-- especially since he was living with said problem.
For awhile, he had been able to pass off what he felt for Sion as concern, nothing more. That after hearing about the lab and the loneliness he hated himself for what he had done and wanted to make sure Sion never felt unwanted again. That was why he never let anyone else wrap Sion's wounds after a bad fight. Then he convinced himself it was friendship. That was why he would stay up with at night so he'd have someone to talk to.
But then one day, when Sion came home after a long day at a job and Domon felt something well up in him just knowing he was there again, he came to the unfortunate conclusion that somewhere in between the concern and the friendship, he had fallen for him without even trying.
And the worst part was that this should have been a good thing. Sion had even told him he loved him, after all. But... growing up in a lab had left Sion with pretty much zero social skills. He said the words, but didn't truly know what they meant... and Domon doubted he felt the ache he did when he thought about Sion these days.
Things would be better for both of them if he kept it to himself, he decided.
Considering how he had failed to avoid the whole thing, he should have known better.
It had started out like any other night: they were watching television while everyone else was asleep and Sion was so excited over one of the more action-packed scenes that Domon couldn't help but laugh. Then Sion looked at him over his shoulder, smiling, and without thinking Domon pushed the hair out of his face so he could get a better look at him... although he did notice that Sion didn't pull away. It might've been his imagination, but he seemed to be actually leaning into the touch.
He would never have another chance like this. He just knew it.
So he took it, and kissed him.
It just started out chaste, giving Sion the chance to pull away. He didn't, but he didn't do anything else either, long enough to convince Domon he'd made a mistake... then, suddenly, Sion's mouth was pressed up against his with an intensity he would've never guessed Sion even had, arms clinging to him almost desperately. Several surreal moments later, Domon had to break it off, if only so he could breathe again.
Sion gazed at him, eyes dark, face flushed. "I'm sorry," he said between gasps for breath.
He had to smile at that. "Don't be-- that's the reaction I wanted."
The younger man blinked. "Oh. Then... I guess you won't mind if we kiss again?"
Domon's smiled widened.
