"Soubi, you're about eight years older than me, right?" Ritsuka asked, curling up in his lovers lap.
"Yes. Why do you ask?" Soubi wrapped his arms tightly around the younger man and pressed their foreheads together.
"Does that mean that you'll die before me and I'll have eight years without you?" Panic entered the boys violet eyes and Soubi quickly stopped it with a kiss.
"I'll never leave you, Ritsuka." Soubi pulled him closer—ignoring his protests.
"You can't promise that—"
"Yes I can and I do. As long as you need me, I'll love you when I'm 64."