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The power of Love.
It's been a long time since we were last together but here we are again, sitting next to each other. They separate us a few centimeters but it seems like there is a abyss between us. You have gone away from me, or maybe I was the one who went away from you, I wouldn't know how to define it. Although, does it really matter? What matters is you are next to me again, so close that I can smell your hair, so far away that I can feel your refusal to face me. However, you once said it well and I agreed with you: a relationship is a story that is written between two.
Being inexperienced in this don't make me less guilty, being more experienced doesn't make you less vulnerable. It doesn't matter anyway, for years I didn't know what was this feeling inside of me, but now that I look at you I'm sure I know what it is. Love is like a powerful energy rushing in, rushing inside of me, a force from above that pushes me to go after you. It's a repressed desire that threatens to turn into an outburst, an intense scream that would pierce any ear. I've never been a man of many words, but, Yuri, you make me want to write a whole book.
I dare to reach out to caress your brown hair, which is still as long as I remembered it; you look at me with your chocolate eyes, in which I can detect a sparkle of excitement, an unconscious reflection of how much you want to be with me. However, you hold back because you don't know what I'm thinking, although if we're both here, in this luxurious hotel room, it's because we've decided to stop playing dumb.
"Don't be afraid, Dr. Del Valle, I just wanted to caress your hair," I try to look impassive but I don't know if I get it. "It's been a long time since I did it and you don't know how much I wanted to touch it."
"It hasn't been that long," you answer me. Your voice trembles and that makes you redden and angry at the same time.
I like to see you like this, even if you don't like it, because I know you're getting nervous for me.
"It was longer than it should," I said quietly, "and that was my fault."
"As always, you blame yourself for things you shouldn't, Genzo Wakabayashi," you smile at me tenderly, as you do every time you think I'm a naive fool. "A relationship is always a matter of two."
"If it's a matter of two, it doesn't depend only on me that we return to where we left off, Dr. Del Valle," I tell you while I caress your face with my hand. "It also depends on you."
"I know it well, Gen," you sigh with pleasure. "That's why I'm here."
I don't know how long it was before I can finally touch your lips; this time it'll be different, this time we go sublime, slow and subtle. If people knew how many words crowd my mind when I kiss you, no one would ever think that I'm an emotionless man again. At this moment making love to you is my goal, the one that I'll achieve regardless of what may happen tomorrow. I'm so in love with you that I don't know why I let so much time passed to have you in my arms again. This is love with tongues of fire, love that melts in a slow sigh.
"I love you," you whispered in my ear and this time I was the one who shudders.
Being inside you makes everything around us disappear, the only thing that interests me is your body and the desire to make it mine. I remember when you told me that love is danger, that love is pleasure. In those days I didn't completely agree with you, Yuri, but now I realize, while I caress your skin, that you were always right, for something is that in these matters you are the wiser of the two of us.
"Genzo!" you gasp my name in my ear, while you shake your body uncontrollably. I push once more and I feel my own body emptying inside you.
I'm still panting from the effort of making you mine when you caress my face with that tenderness that's so characteristic of your scarred hands and you smile at me with the placidity that sex gives. Those hands of yours that, like mine, have never been perfect because you use them to save lives. I have never told you, but your hands are the part of your body that I feel that best connects with mine on a spiritual level (speaking of physical issue, well, I would choose something else wetter), because we have both used them a lot to build our destinies and that's why they have so many war wounds.
"Only with you I have been able to experience this feeling, Gen," you said in a low voice, looking into my eyes.
"Same here, my dear doctor," I replied.
Although you don't clarify what you are talking about, I understand well what your thoughts are because I'm aware that we're on the same page, I know that we're feeling the same. This time I don't need someone more seasoned explain it to me, even a naive fool like me can understand it.
This is how you know that you are complete. This is the power of Love.
End.
Author's Notes.
This is a translation of my fanfic "El poder del Amor", which was written in Spanish. I got inspiration from the song "The power of Love", sung by Dalton Harris and James Arthur.