Summary: He's but a wondering soul, longing for a dazzling love... You were the one who held out his hand to me - that was lovely for sure, for sure...

This is partly for my friend, Red Golden Wings, who wrote me an adorable Ace x Gus ficcy, which was very much appreciated! I always support the crack pairings…Anyway, you based yours on a song so I stole the summary from the lovely song -Noraneko to Onpu- by D OUT... It's a pretty song; people should listen to it...

And partly to satisfy myself – finally I have written a 'decent' Spectra x Gus fiction. Please read it and tell me what you think – your opinion is much appreciated, especially if you have a critique.

Behold, when I laid eyes on you for the first time – I knew. What was this?

Your overwhelming presence – to you pride is not a sin. The world through anyone's eyes but your own is meaningless. You stand without humility. Certainly, your smile even says 'Absolutely everybody envies me'.

I stare and stare, and my thoughts won't vaporize. But how could I ever compare myself to a man like you? These thoughts are futile, futile.

But when you hold out your hand to me, my decision is instantaneous and I immediately take my rightful place by your side.

Master Spectra, serving you will be an honour. What was this? This was a beacon of light that flickered for me in the far off distance, light that flickered just for me…

Everyday with you, everyday by your side and I too was subjected to a deadly sin. What was this?

Physically – the aforementioned pride amplifies your height but, anyway, you are a tall man. Sometimes, sometimes, in my secret heart, I wish you would leave the mask off; now your gaze penetrates me but then I would loose myself completely in those blue, blue eyes. At night I quiver, I tremble when I give up my internal struggle and allow my thoughts to drift to you… Your touch, strong arms and hands I know are fucking gifted…

My own sin – what was this? This was lust. This was lust, Master Spectra.

I had already chosen the path fraught with pain, loved instead of being loved and embraced myself for being content with being alone… No. This was not what I wanted and, as it turns out, it was not what you wanted either. What was this?

Finally, you regain your breath and I mine. We lie together, swaddled in bedclothes, our bodies still pressed together and drenched in perspiration. I blink, becoming conscious of the harmonic serenity. Everything is perfect, absolutely everything, since you delegated yourself the menial task of loving me.

You twist a tendril of my hair around your finger, twisting and twisting – it's like we are interlocked by that one stand of blue hair.

"S-say… again…" I breathe, finally permitting myself to lose myself in those eyes. A smile plays on your lips as you gently trace a finger across mine.

"I love you, Gus."

Stop it, breathes my conscience, stop it - these feelings are immoral and I am weak to cave in.

I don't care, breathes my soul, I don't care – this feeling is never wrong. Never.

"M-me too, Master Spectra; I love you too…"

Ever since I laid eyes on you I knew. When you held out your hand to me I felt it. This feeling… what was it? This was love. This is love.

I hope you like it, Red Golden Wings~

Um, if anyone has any critiques that would be really great – I do want to improve as a writer...