A/N - How borrrring. I post but no one loves me enough to review : (.

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Koji was a bit wild in bed.

He started out gently, as if handling something spun from glass, but with each passing touch, each intimate moment, he progressively lost his composure. His movements became frenetic. Needy. He grew rough in his desire to taste every last bit of his human partner. The frenzy of it all grew and grew until Izumi was screaming beneath him.

And, when it was over, he returned instantly to the gentle lover. As if Izumi had adapted the physicality of spun sugar.

They had a tacit agreement that as long as Koji could take Izumi, nothing more would be expected. It was not a deal built to last, but it had served for the entire two weeks of Izumi's imprisonment.

That night, with each frantic, whispered 'I love you' came a pause, a held breath, where an answer was awaited. And with every pause came a resounding disappointment. For there was no reply given.

"Izumi?"

"Hm?"

Izumi craned his neck slightly from where he was curled against Koji's hard chest. The white arm around his waist constricted, drawing him in until he was flush with the cyborg's body.

Izumi ran a hand absently over the synthetic skin. Skin he knew covered sophisticated mechanics and circuitry the likes that humanity had only ever dreamed of.

"I didn't hurt you?" It was a routine question.

"I'm fine." A routine answer. Izumi continued running his hand, almost absently, along the skin of Koji's side.

"Izumi?" Izumi didn't reply or stop trailing his fingers. Koji knew he was listening.

"Don't you think that… someday… you might love me?"

The long, bronze fingers stopped mid-journey.

Izumi raised wide, startled eyes to Koji's anxious face. There was such a pronounced melancholy reflected in that single blue eye that he couldn't stand to look long. He moved to curl away from Koji and Koji let him.

Izumi sat up, the thick duvet crumpling to his waist.

He was more than shocked. For one, he hadn't been expecting the question and, secondly, he was amazed Koji had dared ask.

Koji raised himself up on one elbow, staring wordlessly after Izumi, his blond hair pooling over his white chest.

"I want to be let go." They both knew what Izumi meant.

Koji reached out for his love, pulling Izumi back as he leaned foreword until he had the lean rebel in his arms. Koji's hair was covering them both, settling against Izumi's shoulder in a strangely contrasting way. The cool white forehead was pressed against the crook of Izumi's neck.

"I can't. Even if you leave here, I'll go with you." Izumi closed his eyes and reopened them slowly, staring at the canopy over the bed. It was a familiar diatribe.

"Even if I hate you?"

Koji shuddered violently. The arms around Izumi tightened painfully.

"The only way you'll ever be able to get rid of me is if you kill me. Death is the only way I'll ever leave you." Koji said.

Izumi was still for half a heartbeat before he started trembling as if hypothermic. There was a wild, frightened look in his clear eyes.

"Why would you say something like that?" Izumi demanded, voice wavering on every other word. His hand flew to his hip, curiously clutching at it as if pained.

Koji was frozen on the bed, afraid to move lest he antagonize his already distressed lover. He stared at Izumi's hand where it was covering his hip. Koji had asked about the scar before, eager to know everything about his captive, but Izumi had always refused to answer. Koji had assumed it was a battle wound…

"You're so selfish! I can't understand you!" Izumi said, his voice rising as his trembling increased to the point where Koji feared he was having a fit.

Koji hurried to turn Izumi so that they were facing. He kept a grip on each of Izumi's shoulders, afraid to let go.

"It's okay. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Izumi. I… I didn't mean it," he said, grasping for any words that would calm the near hysterical boy in his arms.

Izumi seemed to be regaining some control over himself. He had dramatically stopped shivering. His face seemed calmer, although a little angry. The ire was self-directed. He shook off Koji's hands and turned to leave, snatching up his pajama bottoms as he went.

Koji grabbed Izumi's wrist, effectively stopping him. Koji, still holding that slim wrist, slid off the bed.

"Wait. I'll go," he offered, slowly uncurling his fingers. Koji pulled his black uniform pants on and collected the rest of his clothes. "I'm sorry," he repeated once more. He turned and left quietly.

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TBC...