Isa felt his heart begin to beat faster as he listened to Xehanort speak. He really was not in the mood to participate in any sort of sparring. His body was already in immense pain. To try and move around, to pretend as if he wasn't in pain, it did not sound appealing to him. He sighed as Xehanort continued to speak.
"So, pairing up. Since there is an odd number of you, Braig will be joining in on your sparring. I'd like to watch all of you, just to make sure everything is up to my standard, if that's alright." As if any of us are going to tell you that that isn't a good option. Isa stared at him, wondering if he would pair him with Lea once more. Doubtful. After he marked me last night, I doubt I'll ever be able to enjoy any free time with Lea again. He continued to look at Xehanort, waiting to hear what he was going to say next. "Isa? I want you to work with Braig." As I thought. "Lea and Myde, you two will work together."
Isa watched as Braig walked over to him. He felt himself blush under the man's gaze, not quite knowing why he was looking at him that way. "What?" He spoke quietly, low enough that Xehanort was not able to hear. As it was, the older man was speaking to Myde and telling him what he had wanted for them to work on.
"Nothing. Looks like you could use a bit of healing, that's all," Braig spoke quietly. "Did he hurt you or something?"
Glaring at him, Isa did his best to not allow the blush that was threatening to appear on his face occur. "That is absolutely none of your business, Braig. You need to watch what you say around me." Isa hated to throw something like that out in the open, but he wasn't stupid. He knew that the apprentices were aware of his relations, albeit screwed up at the moment, were with Xehanort.
Braig held out his hands. "My apologies, sir." Isa let the blush appear on his cheeks at that statement. "Shall we begin?"
"What is it that he wants us to work on?" Isa asked. "You spoke to him, yes?"
Nodding his head, Braig's dark brown eyes began to glow amber. "I did. He wants you and I to work on our ice and fire spells against one another using our weapons. Have you tried to use magic with your Berserker, Isa?"
"No, I have not." Isa shook his head. "I've only used magic a few times. I rather prefer using the raw power of my weapon, rather than trying to mix it with magic." He looked away from Braig and saw Lea and Myde being put inside of a protective barrier by Xehanort. "Are we going to be placed in a barrier?" He asked out loud, looking at Xehanort. The white-haired man turned and looked at him and nodded his head.
"Of course, Isa. I do not want either of you getting hurt." Xehanort spoke from across the room, still concentrating on raising the barrier for Lea and Myde.
"More like he doesn't want you to get hurt," Braig muttered.
Isa glared at him. "You have no idea what you are talking about Braig. I would suggest you try and watch your mouth around me. I have no patience for that kind of talk right now."
"Sorry, cupcake." Braig sighed, raising his Arrowguns. "Are you ready to fight?"
"Not yet," Xehanort remarked, walking over to the two of them. "I need to raise the barrier first, Braig. Calm yourself," Xehanort chuckled. Isa felt his heart clench once more at the sound, hating that part of him wanted to be happy around this man. He was so conflicted and confused, not quite certain what he should be feeling. It had begun earlier in the day...
He woke up and found himself snuggled against Xehanort's chest. He had felt afraid at first glance, not quite sure what had happened. He sighed and pulled away from him, causing the older man to wake up from his peaceful slumber.
"Isa?" Xehanort had asked groggily. "Is everything okay?"
Nodding his head, Isa replied. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up." He felt his backside throb in pain, doing his best to not show his discomfort.
The older man yawned and stretched in the bed. "What time is it?"
Isa turned and looked at the clock. "Just past seven in the morning, sir."
"Isa..." Xehanort drawled out his first name. "Stop calling me sir."
The bluenette nodded his head. "Fine, Xehanort." He did his best to not say his name with a hint of dissatisfaction. After the prior evening, he wasn't quite sure how he was feeling right now. Yes, things had returned to 'normal' when Xehanort appeared in his room early in the morning, but it still had not changed the fact of what had happened earlier in the evening.
Sitting in silence, Xehanort got up off the bed. "I'm going to go back to my room and take care of a few things. Will you join me for breakfast, Isa?" The man spoke with a soft smile on his face. Isa felt his stomach clench as he watched him. "Does 8:30 work for you?"
"That's fine, Xehanort. I will see you at 8:30." He watched as the older man opened a portal in his room and disappeared through it. He watched as the portal faded to nothingness. He felt his heart finally slow down, sighing with relief that he was once again alone.
He had gotten out of bed and had showered once more, still not feeling as clean as he would have liked. He thought of what had happened the night before, prior to Xehanort freaking out on him. As he stood in the shower, he imagined Lea to be under the water with him, wishing that they could be with each other once more. He felt safe with Lea. With Xehanort, he was now afraid to do anything. He didn't want to live constantly in fear. He knew that if he were to seek out Lea, it would be bad news. A part of him wanted things to go back to how they were before they had become apprentices. But there was another part of him that wanted Xehanort to treat him as he had in the afternoon. Taking him to different places, showing him how things could be. Not the violent man that he had met the night prior. He scrubbed his body roughly, trying to wash away the disgust he felt.
Isa had gotten dressed and had made his way down to the main hall. He walked into the dining room and saw Xehanort speaking with Even and Ienzo. He sighed, wishing that the man would tell him what was going on. If he really wanted him to be his second in command, he was going to need to know about more things. But again, he was too terrified to ask him. It was a no-win situation. He went and sat down at one of the empty tables, hoping that the man would see him. As luck would have it, Xehanort did see him and had smiled at him. Isa felt his heart flip flop at that sign, taking it as a good response. He shifted in his seat, groaning softly. His body was still a wreck from his previous session with the older man.
"Nice to see you again, Isa," Xehanort said as he sat down with him. Isa nodded his head, not caring about anything at the moment. He still felt used and abused and wasn't quite sure how he was supposed to behave around the man that was sitting across from him. "Did you want to grab some breakfast?"
Isa shook his head. "I"m not hungry right now," he said. He looked up and saw both Myde and Lea walk into the dining hall and felt his heart begin to pound in his chest.
"Isa, you've got to eat something. We're going to be working on some physical stamina this morning. I want to make sure that you don't pass out," Xehanort's eyes sparkled with mirth. Isa shook his head and sighed.
"Fine, Xehanort. I'll go and eat some toast. Is that okay?" He did his best to control his sarcasm. He did not want to upset his...lover? Mentor? Before, he would have called him his lover. Now, he wasn't sure what he was to call him. Rapist? Bi-polar lover? None of those sounded appealing to him. He looked up and saw Lea was watching him. He knew that he probably looked like a mess, but didn't really care about anything. The more he felt the emerald eyes on him, the more worried he became that Xehanort would sense that something was up. He looked at Lea and nodded his head slightly, indicating that he was aware of the redhead, but unable to speak to him. He watched as he walked out of the dining hall. "So, may I go and get some toast?"
Xehanort chortled. "Yes, Isa. Go and grab yourself some toast. And if you feel like it, some eggs and other food of substance."
"I'll stick with the toast," Isa said as he got up. He walked over to where the food was, limping slightly. He hated that he was limping. He hated the fact that Xehanort had done this to him. He sighed and walked back to the table, sitting down gingerly, wincing a bit.
"What's wrong, Isa?" Xehanort asked him, watching him as he had sat down.
"Nothing," Isa spoke in a soft voice. He didn't feel like telling him that the reason he was limping was because of what happened in the Dark Realm. He knew that if he did bring it up, the man in front of him may go off the deep end again. He did not want that. He rather enjoyed being with the sane Xehanort. "So, we're not working in the lab this morning?"
Xehanort shook his head. "No, we won't be working there until after lunch. I thought it would be better if we all met this morning to work on your magic based attacks, rather than see what happens tonight while sparring. And speaking of tonight, I've got another meeting late in the evening."
"That's fine, Xehanort," Isa said. "Is it important stuff? Will you be taking the advice of Aeleus?" He vaguely remembered when the older man had returned to his room, going on about how Aeleus had mad a suggestion because of something Lea had said. But Isa did not dare bring up Lea's name. He knew better than that.
The older man nodded his head. "Yes, I will. I may cut our research off early today so I can go and take care of some things that need to be taken care of before our evening spar."
Isa nodded his head. "Okay, Xehanort. Whatever you need for me to do, I will." He finished his toast and stood up. "Where are we going to be doing our practice this morning? And with who?"
Xehanort rose from his chair. "Why not just follow me? Then all questions will be answered." The white-haired man flashed him a smile and Isa nodded. He felt his knees grow weak at that smile, feeling his body begin to respond once more to his allure. He had hoped that his body was done with that conditioning, but that was not the case. He did his best to walk along side of Xehanort, but had to slow down a few times due to the way his pants were beginning to rub against his backside. He stopped when Xehanort approached a closed door. "Xehanort? Is this where we want to be?"
"Yes, Isa." Xehanort responded and opened the door. Isa followed him in and saw Braig sitting behind a desk. He felt his stomach drop. He didn't recognize the door when he was outside, but now that he was in the room, he knew exactly who they would be working with today. He watched as Xehanort went over to Braig and began a dialogue with him. He sighed, wishing that he wasn't stuck in the same situation once more.
The door to the room opened and Isa turned, staring at the door as Myde and Lea entered. He felt his heart begin to beat faster at the sight of the redhead, happy that he was going to be near him this morning. Even if he didn't get to speak to him, knowing that he was in the same room was enough for him, for now. He looked over at Xehanort and felt the nausea return, hoping that he wouldn't make a mistake being this close to Lea. He took a deep breath and just hoped for the best.
"...understand, Isa?"
Isa shook his head and looked over at Xehanort. "I'm sorry? I missed that first part. My apologies, sir." He looked at Xehanort and inwardly sighed. He knew he should have been paying attention, but he had let his mind wander.
"I said that the barrier is only set up for about five feet around the two of you in a perfect circle. Try and stay within the barrier, alright?" His older lover smiled at him. "I know you've got this, Isa. Just try and let your natural ability manifest."
What does he mean? Isa nodded his head and raised his claymore. "Okay, Braig. It looks like now we're ready."
The one-eyed man raised his two Arrowguns. "I've been waiting to hear that for the past twenty minutes. What do you want to work on first, Isa?" Braig asked him. "I'd rather know what you'd like to use rather be surprised, if you don't mind."
"Not at all," Isa remarked calmly, feeling his power begin to ebb and flow as he held his beloved claymore in his hands. "Which do you prefer? Fire or ice?"
Braig laughed. "Doesn't matter to me, Isa. I can use both proficiently." The man twirled his Arrowguns in his hands.
"Fine," Isa said. "I'd prefer to use Blizzard magic, if that's alright with you?"
The older man nodded his head. "That sounds fine to me, Isa."
Feeling a wave of heat, he looked over to where Myde and Lea were practicing, noticing that Lea had surrounded Myde in a wall of fire, similar to what he had been in the night before. When did he become so powerful? He readied himself and stood in a defensive stance. He raised his claymore and performed a Blizzard spell, which was quickly deflected by Braig's Arrowguns.
"Hey! A little warning next time?" Braig said, throwing his Arrowguns down by his side. "That was dirty, Isa."
Isa smirked at him. "Dirty, you say? It's not my fault you were not prepared for my attack. What's the point in fighting if you're going to know my every move and calculation?"
"There's no point in that," Braig grumbled. He raised his weapons back up. "But to not give a guy a warning in practice, that isn't very nice."
Laughing, Isa could feel himself begin to change. He no longer cared about what the one eyed man was going on about. "Fine. Let's begin, Braig. Is that better for you?" He took a deep breath and raised his head upwards, finally beginning to hear everything that was taking place in the room.
"Excellent," Isa heard Xehanort whisper from across the room. He looked towards the man and saw his eyebrows raise up. "Isa? Can you hear me?"
Isa kept his eyes on Braig and nodded his head. He heard Xehanort smile, rather than saw his actual smile. He felt his body begin to respond once more. He took a deep breath, doing his best to control his sexual desire that was trying to burst through.
"I'll take care of you after this," Xehanort whispered. Isa felt a smile appear on his face and nodded once more in acknowledgement.
"What is your problem?" Braig said, staring at the bluenette. "Why are you smiling like that?" Braig raised his weapons once more.
Feeling possessed by his raw power, Isa raised his claymore and fired another Blizzard spell at Braig, which he was unable to deflect. He heard Xehanort clap and cheer for him, and began to feel happy to have pleased his mentor. What is wrong with me? Why am I acting like this? He sighed, shaking his head. He watched as Xehanort walked over to Braig and touched his back, unfreezing him.
"Not bad, Isa," Xehanort remarked in a low voice. "Braig, see that you counter that attack next time."
Braig began to mutter, stating how unfair it was to be paired with Isa. "The kid has no idea of his natural talent. Where's the fun in this?"
"Would you rather work with Lea?" Xehanort spoke to Braig.
The one-eyed man shook his head. "No, thank you. Fire master? I'd rather go with water, if you're giving me the option, old man."
"Fine. Then go and practice with Myde." Xehanort lowered the barrier. Isa watched as Braig walked over to Lea and Myde. He stood there, dumbfounded. Did Xehanort just give the other man permission to work with Myde? But...did that mean...? He stared at him.
"Sir?" Isa asked. The older man turned and looked at him. "Who will I be working with then?" He didn't want to assume that he would be trusting him enough to stick the redhead back with him. If there was anyone he knew Xehanort did not want him to be sparring with, it would be Lea.
Xehanort's eyes flashed. "With Lea, of course."
Isa felt his breath begin to quicken. Is this some sort of trap? It's too soon. I can't handle this right now. Stupid Xehanort. You've got me all riled up and now you're throwing Lea at me? You're wanting me to fail, aren't you? He sighed and lowered his claymore, watching as Braig stepped into the barrier with Myde and saw Lea being pulled to the side by Xehanort. Isa tilted his head and listened.
"I want Braig to go and fight with Myde," Xehanort said.
"Oh? Alright, then. What did you want me to do?" Lea asked. Isa could sense that Lea was trying to keep his calm as well.
"Fight with Isa, of course." Isa saw the man's eyes flash once more. I have a very bad feeling...
Isa watched as Lea nodded his head. "Of course." He watched as Lea began to walk over towards him. He gripped his claymore tighter, almost as if it was a security blanket. He was already feeling overwhelmed by Xehanort's power over him. It was as if the man was toying with him. He could feel himself grow weak in the knees, the longer he stared at the white-haired man.
The redhead entered the barrier and spun his chakrams. "Looks like we get to spar again, Isa." The bluenette could hear the strain in his friends' voice. Both knew that this was supposed to be a test. After telling Lea of what had happened the night before, he wasn't expecting something like this to happen just yet. He knew that it would happen, but this soon?
Nodding his head, Isa raised his claymore. "Then, shall we dance?" He felt the blood rush to his groin, feeling the heat of Xehanort's gaze on him. He bit back a moan, desperate to make the feeling go away. He shook his head and could hear Xehanort laughing quietly from across the room. Why? Why are you doing this?
Igniting his palms, making his chakrams blur with fire as he spun them, Lea nodded. "Let's."
The two began to dance, both careful in ways they had not been the night before. Isa felt awful having to keep his guard up. He saw Lea raise his hands and watched as he shot a Fire spell at him. He quickly leaned backwards, avoiding being burned by barely an inch. He bounced back up and glared at Lea.
"Whoops," Lea smirked at him. "Didn't mean to do that."
Isa raised his claymore and swung at Lea, watching as the redhead performed a similar move. He felt a laugh bubble up in his throat, but quickly looked over at Xehanort to not allow that to happen. The man was watching them both with a look of absolute hate. Isa fired off a Blizzard spell and watched as it froze a fire spell that Lea had been firing off to him. He growled low and bared his teeth at Lea.
"What is it, Isa? Upset that I may actually be a better fighter than you?" Lea taunted him, smirking at him. Isa raised his claymore and moved to attack Lea, not recognizing his friend as his friend, but rather was seeing him as his enemy. He moved to strike and was stopped by a bright red sword.
"Enough," Xehanort said quietly. The man made his Ethereal blade disappear. "Lea, excellent work." Isa felt his heart racing, unsure of what had just happened. "Why don't you head up to lunch early? Myde and Braig will be right behind you."
Emerald eyes focused on blue ones. "Fine, Xehanort." The redhead turned and set his chakrams down. He looked over at Braig. "Oy! I'm leaving my weapons in here." Isa watched as the redhead grabbed his materials and left the room. He tried to move from his spot but could not. He looked at Xehanort.
"What just happened?" He asked in a deep growl. He widened his eyes, not recognizing the voice that was speaking. "Why did you dismiss him?"
Xehanort chuckled softly. "Patience, Isa." Isa glared at him. He did not appreciate the man mocking him. "If I had not intervened, you would have hurt him. And I do not want him to be hurt. Like you, I have plans for him. You cannot disrupt that."
Isa bit his tongue. He wanted to scream and rage against his mentor, not liking what he knew he was doing to him. He didn't want to hurt Lea. He didn't even know what had happened to cause the older man to step in. He saw Myde and Braig finish sparring. Vaguely aware that the two of them had said goodbye to him, he felt his anger begin to boil once more. He saw Xehanort watching him. "What?" He growled out. "What are you doing to me, Xehanort?"
The older man walked over to him. "Doing, Isa? Why...nothing. I'm just causing your natural abilities to manifest." Amber eyes stared at him. "What are you feeling right now?"
Setting his claymore down, Isa groaned. "I feel...hot. I feel frustrated. I feel upset that you would stick me in that situation. Were you trying to test me?" He felt his knees begin to weaken. No. I will not collapse. He cannot have this power over me.
"Is that what you think?" Xehanort whispered. "Feeling a bit...guilty, Isa?"
"Fuck you!" Isa screamed at him. "You can't do this to me, Xehanort! I didn't do anything! I didn't try to do anything!"
The white-haired man approached him. "I'm doing nothing to you, Isa. I can promise you that."
Feeling lost and helpless, Isa stared at him. "I...I can't do this right now, Xehanort. Please." He heard his voice begin to return to normal. He felt his ears returning to their normal shape. He gasped as he felt Xehanort place a hand on his arm and groaned loud as he felt his ears start to shift back. "W-what are you doing...?" Isa groaned out. "Please..." He felt himself begin to grow hot with want and desire once more. "X-Xehanort..."
"That's it, Isa...Just let it happen..." Xehanort purred into his ear. Isa groaned louder, hating that his body was betraying him. He did not want the man to touch him, yet he couldn't help but crave it. He could feel his pants growing tighter, the more the man kept whispering in his ear. "Do you want me to take you away, Isa...?"
The bluenette moaned low. "Please...make it stop...I don't want to feel like this anymore..." He was being honest. He hated that the man was forcing him to enjoy his touch. He felt dirty, knowing that in his mind, he did not want this. But his body was under a difference influence and his physical need was outweighing his mental one.
Xehanort held on to Isa and surrounded them in a portal of darkness. When they stepped out, Isa saw they were in a stark white room. "Castle Oblivion?" Isa growled out, feeling his hairs stand on end as he watched Xehanort nod. "Why?"
"You said you wanted me to make it stop, Isa..." Xehanort replied with a smirk. "How bad do you want me to make it stop for you?" He reached out and ran his hand along Isa's groin, causing the bluenette to howl with need. The older man continued to run his palm across Isa's hardening length. "Tell me how bad you want it..."
Tossing his head back, Isa howled once more. "Bad. Please, Xehanort...I need you to touch me..." Fuck...what am I doing? Why are you making this happen? Why can't I stop you...Lea! Lea! I need your help! He pushed his hips forward, wanting to feel more of Xehanort's touch. "Make it stop..."
Xehanort looked at Isa with half-lidded eyes. "Lay down on the bed, Isa." Isa nodded his head, laying down on the white comforter. He mewled with need, reaching to undo his pants. "No," Xehanort stilled his hand gently. "Let me," the man placed Isa's hand on the bed and moved back towards his pants. Isa could hear himself moaning. He closed his eyes, wishing he were somewhere else, with someone else.
"Okay, Isa?" Isa's eyes snapped open. He could have sworn that the voice that he had heard was not that of Xehanort's. "Surprised?" He looked down and saw the crimson locks of his best friend. He blinked a few times, knowing that he had to be hallucinating. He saw emerald eyes look up at him. "Just go with it, Isa..." He heard the soft lilt of Lea's voice and found himself nodding, and laid back on the bed.
He felt his pants slide off of his body, and could hear Lea/Xehanort removing their pants. He sighed as he felt two fingers press against his lips. "Isa...will you lick my fingers?" He heard Lea purr into his ear. He moaned, nodding his head. He gently pulled the two digits into his mouth, sucking on them. He knew deep in his mind that this was not real, but refused to care. As long as his body was taken care of, he didn't care what he imagined. He felt the man slip his fingers out of his mouth. He moaned softly, missing the objects in his mouth. He wanted something to suck on, something to relieve him. He howled as he felt one digit press inside of him. "Is that what you want, Isa...?" Lea asked him in a seductive voice. Isa nodded his head, gripping on to the comforter that he was on top of in a death grip. He felt the man add another finger inside of him and moaned louder. He was still sore from the night before, but was trying his best to not think of the pain, only the pleasure that was being given to him. His body was on fire, writhing underneath the touch. He felt the fingers inside of him press against his sweet spot and saw a white burst behind his eyelids.
"YES!" He hollered, pushing against the hand. "THERE! RIGHT THERE!" He screamed with want. He felt the man moving his fingers in and out of him, brushing against the spot over and over. "Please..." he cried out. "I need more..."
He felt the man press against his chest and groaned as he felt his hardness rub against his own. "Scream my name, Isa..." He heard Lea speaking to him. He shook his head, afraid of making a mistake. "Scream it!" He felt a hand in his hair and cried out loud as they pulled on it.
"XEHANORT!" He cried out, thankful that he screamed the correct name. He saw emerald eyes looking at him, smiling.
He felt the man press against his entrance, causing him to begin to howl softly, desperate for more. "Close enough," the redhead smirked at him. "At least you're smart, Isa. Who knows what he would have done had you actually screamed my name..."
Isa felt tears begin to gather in his eyes. "More...please...don't leave me like this..." He cried out as he watched the redhead begin to fade, being replaced by Xehanort's visage. As soon as he called that out, the redhead returned. "Yes..." Isa moaned as he felt the man enter his body, finally taking care of that itch that he needed to scratch.
The two set their pace. He moaned as his body rocked underneath the larger man. He held on to the sheets, wanting to touch himself but afraid of the man stopping him. He threw his head back, trying to press against his stomach, rubbing himself against the man's stomach. Isa moaned loud as he felt the man press against his sweet spot.
"Isa...look at me," he heard Lea whisper. He opened his eyes and stared into his emerald ones, smiling. "That's it..." He kept his eyes locked on, whining softly. "Do you want me to touch you, Isa..? "
Isa nodded his head. "Please...I want to feel your touch..."
The man above him wrapped his hand around Isa's arousal, causing him to scream with need. "Yes! MORE!"
The two rocked their bodies together. "I'm close..." Lea vocalized. Isa nodded, moving his body with the man above him. He felt the man press against his sweet spot with the tip of his arousal and cried out. "THERE!" He felt his body begin to feel as if it were on fire once more, the more the man pounded into him. He screamed his release, crying out nonsense, uttering no one's name as he felt the man above him milk his orgasm out of his body. He felt the man thrust deep inside of him and heard him groan his own release, filling up his inside.
He blinked a few times, watching the redhead fade from his vision, seeing the white hair of Xehanort appear once more. He felt his stomach drop, realizing what he had just done He hated himself for it. He hated that the man above him was controlling his sexual prowess somehow. He closed his eyes and groaned as the man slipped out of his body.
"Better...Isa..?" Xehanort asked him, laying next to him on the bed.
Do I lie? Do I tell him I feel used? Disgusting? How I pictured Lea above me rather than him? Isa opted to just nod his head, panting softly. He sighed as he felt the man wrap his arms around him, pulling him against his tanned chest. Closing his eyes, he did his best to allow his body to return to normal. However, the way that Xehanort was keeping him close, he could feel his body begin to grow excited once more. He whined softly.
"What is it, Isa?" Xehanort said in a soft voice.
Isa shook his head, wishing he could stop his body from reacting in the way that it was. "Nothing..."
Xehanort chuckled darkly. "You've got that feeling again...don't you."
Feeling helpless once more, Isa whined once more. "Yes...Why are you doing this..."
"To make you remember that you belong to me, Isa. To make your body recognize that it craves my touch, that you don't need anyone else."
Isa's eyes began to turn yellow. "Don't we need to return to the castle? Isn't there something that we should be working on?" He began to feel hot once more. He looked down and saw that he was once again aroused. Fuck, Xehanort. I don't want to be here anymore...Take me back home.
"We are exactly where we need to be. We don't have to be back at the castle until the sparring tonight at 8. So, we've got all afternoon to take care of that itch of yours, Isa..." Xehanort began to kiss his neck. "How's that sound...?"
Moaning, Isa gave up fighting against his body. He closed his eyes and sighed softly. "Absolutely perfect."
He knew he would never win this battle.
