It hurt. His heart was aching with a need that was forbidden by the very laws of nature. No one could know.
"Seimei stop it. That tickles," the happy laughter of Ritsuka tickled Seimei's ears. They were lying on Seimei's bed reading a book on Mozart while Seimei teased Ritsuka by batting him with his tale. It was comfortable. So normal. No one would suspect what lurked behind the benign expression of Seimei's face. No, no one would ever know.
He was his and no one else's. No one could have him. He was his.
He stood outside Ritsuka's window watching him sleep next the phone that bastard Soubi had given him. That liar had disobeyed his commands. He had touched Ritsuka. Hugged him. Kissed him.
He was Seimei's. Ritsuka used to always hold hands with him and pet his ears admiring how soft they were. Soubi would pay for touching what didn't belong to him.
No one could know.
"I did it all for you! Everything I've ever done I've done for you!" Seimei was crazy. Yelling at a burned corpse and listing to the fallen snow. One day Ritsuka would understand. One day he would know.
He was a sinner.