Relapse Part Five Unrequited Crush
Disclaim Really.
He approached the man in the dark and dim of the hall. His lips, the man's, were dark and red with wine, his forced, unhappy smile splitting glowing cheekbones. Gold, gold, gold, like ornament. "It hurts me," he said, lustily, "That you don't love." The hiss of red material on white clothes. Gold-flushed skin like a pale, bronze statue, with oceanic hair. ". . .Me," he added, and oh, the cold look on Ryuhou's face!
"Emergy, what are you here for?"
There was a stiffness in his tone that Emergy knew well. He allowed a small smile, smoothing the sleeves of his undershirt before almost coyly draping one arm across the other's shoulders.
"Why, I'm here to protect you. What, with our rooms just down the hall from each other, why not? Just think of me as your armor. A shield for the night, if you will."
At that, Ryuhou's shoulders visibly tensed. The amorous, thick-lipped young man would have gladly liked to loosen those stiff muscles for him. He almost quivered at the idea.
"Emergy, I am perfectly capable of defending myself without your assistance. Go back to your assigned quarters and get some sleep."
The other gave a full, sulky pout that Ryuhou found altogether terribly unattractive, and reluctantly shrugged himself off of the green-haired pretty-boy's chest. "Well," he sighed, "if you insist. Goodnight and sweet dreams." Waving his hand, he trotted off down the hall like an over-zealous schoolgirl in the fog of some major crush.
"I'll see you in the morning!"
Ryuhou's stomach was a knot of revulsion.