Fandom: Legend of the Blue Wolves/Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse
Three years. It had been three long, painful years since Jonathan had to off Leonard... no, not Leonard. He had saved Leonard, and killed the Apocalypse that possessed him. His past stuck with him, and the scars were hard to bear: Lieutenant Continental, and a man who'd submitted to him, raped Jonathan together behind those three years. The most satisfying thing in Jonathan's life was seeing Leonard draw his knife and castrate the lieutenant. Unfortunately, he only got one night with Leonard before he was sent to the front lines for his much-needed attack on a sick bastard. After that, the next time he saw Leonard's face was when he fought the Apocalypse that had taken his body as its own. At least he kissed those lips before he never saw Leonard again. At least Continental wouldn't be hurting any more of his subordinates without his favourite instrument of torture.
But something was off. Said Apocalypse had pushed him away before it exploded, but he had no intention of getting out of the blast. Guilt washed over Ensign Tyberius as he thought that maybe Leonard was still conscious in there somewhere. Despite the fact Leonard would have wanted Jonathan to kill him that way, he was still ashamed to have taken out the man he loved. The man who had avenged him after his own tragedy. The cuts and bruises of everything - Continental's attack, Leonard's death, the idea that deep down Leonard was still Leonard at that time - were deep and continued to sting after so long.
He looked into the mirror above the bathroom sink. The bedroom felt empty without Leonard. So empty. Taking a deep breath, he stepped back. That afternoon he was to fight the Apocalypse again. Nothing had changed on the outside, but on the inside everything was different. Perhaps in the end, he wouldn't be putting so much effort into surviving the battle. He wouldn't put any effort into surviving the battle.
He wanted to join Leonard.