It's aggravating.
His hands itched to stroke. His heart, or where it's supposed to be, felt empty. His magenta gaze could only bore through the room of his Parisian home. His feet wanted to put forth only enough energy to get him to that man's side.
It was only his mind that held him back.
The gentle rise and fall of his chest though, it made the host's own chest beat in time. Delic's heart wanted to beat in time to that… He yearned, something he had promised himself he would never do. Temptation and desire could only end in pain. That was always what it ended with.
Still, his heart yearned for another chance.
This man, barely a man actually, could only bring him more pain. He knew that with every fiber of his head and mind, but nothing seemed to satisfy his need.
He prided himself on being so logical. Being the straightforward host with a great amount of experience and knowhow…
And yet one look could steal his breath.
One murmured greeting could send his heart into the air with flight.
A single offer for a handshake could make him lust to pull the figure into his arms to spend nights satisfying.
A single touch of his lips to the flushed man's face could make him want to give up everything he had built with nothing. He wanted to crumble walls, tear down buildings, and quit his job. If it would please this man, he was willing to surrender it all.
The need to see him pleased was mortifying.
"Hibiya fall asleep?"
Delic looked over as footsteps approached. The gentle movement of the red fur trimmed jacket brushing around an otherwise provocatively clad brunet approaching him. The red eyes filled with plans for him. Delic nodded, "He drifted off to sleep a moment ago when I went to get him a glass of water." The glass was still in his hands, destined to never arrive to its destination, lest he give in to his need to cuddle the young man.
"So set the glass down and come to bed then," Hachimenroppi responded, making it sound so simple.
Delic couldn't do such a thing. It was impossible. Something he could have done for any other person without a single glance. He was human; he could turn away from anyone else without feeling a need to take them to bed. Any other person…
"Delic?"
"I was thinking…" His eyes remained stoic, the emotions captured as much as his heart was.
"You shouldn't do that," Roppi answered, a bit teasingly.
He shouldn't do that, but that in his mind was a series of images of what he wanted to do. They were images of everything he would do; everything in his power and grasp that he could do.
The thoughts sent a chill down his back, knowing he should never consider such a thing.
The brunet's arms wrapped around him, "and what were you thinking you should do, Delic?"
"Move back to Tokyo," even as he said it, he could feel how wrong it would be. How foolish it was. Return to the city where this man resided normally? The temptation would never be gone then, he would always have the desire to return just to see him again. Desires were not something he had much experience leaving unattended to.
Roppi looked up at him a moment before nodding, "that would be nice. These people around here are snobbish; I've been trying to make you realize that for a while. I'm glad you have come to understand."
The host shut the bedroom door, blocking what he was going to do from his unattainable wish. Lips falling upon the red eyed man before him, arms wrapping around his slender waist; Delic's eyes shut. He felt legs wrap around his waist.
"You're better than usual," Roppi murmured, breaking their kiss to look up at him lustfully.
Delic merely placed his work smile upon his features, "Glad to know I haven't lost my touch."
"Mmmm, far from it," the brunet purred, holding him as Delic walked them to their room. They tumbled to the sheets, Roppi's gaze flickering up to his in challenge. "Think you're getting laid tonight? Do you really think I'll let you simply have your way with me so easily?"
For once, Delic didn't much care either way. Sex or not, he only hoped he would be able to find a way to fall for Roppi with this second nature awareness he had for Hibiya. Otherwise…
The ice cold feeling of being alone edged into his senses, a reminder of how lonely it could really be when there was no one around. No. He would never be alone, not if he could help it.
Multiple rooms away, a young prince lay awake. His gaze fixed upon the canopy above his bed, eyes brimming with tears. His heart raced in his chest. The strange feeling in his chest and stomach made him anxious. What was it about his brother's lover that made him want to rip him from Roppi's grasp?
He had lost his butler, the man rushing off to who knows where to leave him abandoned in his home. The thought of returning home to an empty manor was ghastly, hence why he had run here; Roppi had the next most commendable home. Yet he hadn't expected an eloquent, finely dressed gentleman to be answering the door. Hibiya had nearly slapped him for looking so much like his former butler.
His mannerisms were anything but Shitsuo's, words slathered with double meanings. Enigmatic to say the least, he had felt overwhelmed throughout dinner. The man had seemed eager to help him with anything he had needed. It was as though time stopped around him, making the prince lose his senses.
His tale of needing to rest had been true. Without his personal time, he felt like he was drowning in his brother's lover's eyes. He scarcely expected to find himself tripping upon himself, falling as the world spun around him. The floor never hit him though.
Now he lay here, having feigned sleep for the past eternity as the host had stood in the doorway. An act to which Hibiya was not entirely sure was a French custom. Was it so normal to just peer into another's room and watch him doze for ages at a time? Was it so natural to lay there, hoping that time would allow him to come inside, closing the door so that they could sleep together.
The bed was so cold.
But hearing Roppi with him, it had been a much needed reminder. The host was not his, nor did he have any rights to have such strange feelings pertaining to him. So he rolled onto his side, forcing the image of the blond to be paired with the personage of his brother. Delic was Roppi's and Roppi was Delic's.
He was merely the unexpected guest, to remain here for the weekend and return home.
