I hope you guys are still with me out there?

We're moving on with the story, and ya'll know what's coming up next…

Big thanks goes out to my beta Gabriel. Sweetie I know, I keep saying it, but that's only because it is true; I never would've got known exactly what to do if it wasn't for you.

Please enjoy this chapter, I know I did…

7. Become one

New Xillion City, spring 2004

Wednesday night, 11. 18 pm

I couldn't tear my eyes away from him; his scent, his presence, and the touch of his small fingers on my arm… it was all too much for me to take. I needed him; I wanted him like I had never desired anyone before in my entire life. The soft press of his lips against mine wasn't enough, my body longed for more. I longed for so much more.

The atmosphere was loaded with electric tension when I closed the door to my apartment; it was only going to be him and me tonight.

Locking the door for the night, I then turned around slowly, finding Sora looking at me expectantly.

He reached out his right hand to me and I took it, letting him lead me into our bedroom. Once there, he closed the door and turned around to face me. His eyes, those magnificently beautiful eyes of his were silently telling me that he was a little nervous.

I smiled reassuringly, or at least I tried, because I felt like my heart was about to pop out of my chest with all the pounding it was doing.

He chuckled back and we both chuckled, relieving a little of the tension.

Next, he took my right hand in his again and placed it flat on his chest, making me feel the raging of his own heart.

"I want this." He then whispered, his eyes determinedly looking into mine. "I want you."

I couldn't wait to touch him after that and approached him, moving the hand he had placed on his heart up his throat, caressing the warm skin there for a moment before moving up into the silken mass of his brown locks.

"I want you too… God, I want you so much, Sora." I heard myself whisper, almost unable to contain my ever growing longing for him.

The kiss that followed those words was the most passionate we ever shared. I poured in all of my feelings for him then, all of my desire. Our tongues slid over each other, tasting, licking and cherishing while my hands began to explore his body, eliciting delicious moans and whimpers from him, the sound of my name coming from his mouth the sweetest thing I ever heard.

The jacket he had been wearing fell to the floor along with my own, our lips never letting go of one and other.

His small hands hesitantly pulled me closer to him and we moved ourselves against the door, my body pressing against his.

When he turned his head away to breathe in the much needed air, I concentrated my kisses on the soft skin of his throat, making him mewl my name oh-so erotically, setting my senses aflame. He tasted like honey, his sweet, sugary taste leaving me wanting for more. I took possession of his lips once more, all the while subtly crawling a hand underneath his t-shirt, caressing the soft planes of his flat stomach.

"Riku…"

I soon realised that Sora's body became hyper sensitive to every touch when he was sexually stimulated.

"That tickles…" He whispered with a playful giggle.

"It does?" I murmured against his throat, nuzzling his skin there while my left hand underneath his shirt crept up and my right one opened it's buttons. I skimmed his right nipple and his high pitched gasp near my ear made me grin impishly, "You sure that only tickles?"

I could feel myself become rock hard as his body continually writhed against mine, his hips pressing up against me. I closed my eyes and moved my right leg in between his, pressing carefully, yet enticingly against his crotch.

Sora honestly surprised me when he cried out; his back arching away from the wall.

"Beautiful…" I throatily whispered, letting my tongue flicker against his as he opened his mouth to let out another moan.

"Riku…" He muttered pleadingly, his eyes now covered by a veil of lust. "My body's on fire…"

He made me think of an ignorant boy at that time, my mind briefly forgetting that he was still a virgin. But I would soon come to discover that although he was still untouched, he wasn't a newbie when it came down to pleasuring men.

"You're big…" he softly said, reaching in between us and caressing my arousal through my still zipped up pants. I smirked at his slightly amazed face as he was looking down in between us.

"Afraid you won't be able to handle it?"

He chuckled and raised a defiant eyebrow when he looked back at me, "Just watch me."

(I recommend you to check my bio for the large part that has been cut...)
Hoax, fall 1254

The chains around his ankles made a soft clinging sound as he tried to shift into a more comfortable position on his spot on the harsh floor.

Soon they would come and reunite him with the only thing he had ever loved in his whole life. The only thing he had not been able to protect.

His eyes shifted to look into the palm of his hands as he opened them, revealing with filth smudged, calloused fingers. Fingers that had felt how the life of his loved one slowly had ebbed away, as he hadn't been able to speak until it was too late, not understanding what had been happening until his hands had been holding nothing but the entity without it's subsistence…

All tears had left his body and now he had nothing else left to live for, nothing to share with anyone.

Soon they'd be here and end this pain. Soon he'd see him again and they'd be together; together where they'd be free of loving each other without restrain.

His heart had maybe been broken, his body now beaten and tired, but their love and the memories they had shared would never, ever die.

They would survive until the end of times…

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Sitting himself on the seat reserved for him next to the King's, the young prince silently resented the spectacle about to be displayed.

The king had urged for his presence at the judgement of a criminal who had betrayed the country. Amenon had wished for him to see how severely the ones who did not comply with the law were being punished.

Not being a big fan of cruelty in proportions like these, Soryan had complied nevertheless, not wanting to offend Hoax' ruler by declining his offer.

And so he sat, watching from an elevated tribune how a crowd of villagers was waiting around a higher stabled podium. A black hooded headsman was waiting on it, his sharp axe standing next to him.

Soryan felt himself become more and more uncomfortable as the minutes crawled by. Then suddenly, there was slight commotion in the crowd as two men made their way through the people, seeming to drag along a third that could barely stand on his feet. He couldn't clearly see the prisoner and decided that he probably was for the best.

"What did he do to deserve such humiliation?" He asked, turning his head to the king, trying with all his might to shut off the growing cheers of the executioner's name by the crowd.

Amenon's cold amber eyes turned to look at him and they just studied the young man for a moment before replying with a small smile, "He was a member of the royal guard, but lost the empire's trust when he was caught passing on information to the enemy."

Unwillingly, Soryan frowned, his heart starting a frenzied, anxious rhythm in his chest. "A member of the royal guard?" He whispered with difficulty.

The king smiled and nodded, "Yes. But let's talk about something else while the headmen readies himself." He said with another smile, his eyes resting on the now turned pale prince. "How was your voyage to Sunil?"

Despite his efforts to not look at what was happening a few meters from him, the brunette soon found his attention slip from the conversation as the cheers of the crowd became of such an intensity that he couldn't ignore them anymore. As he turned his head back to the podium, he felt his heart stop beating.

Kneeling right in front of the headman was a very bruised, thin and pale Ryuu.

"But that's…!" He managed to speak, his voice trembling and his body shaking. "How is this…"

"I'm afraid Ryuu has proven himself to be a traitor during your absence, who knows maybe he was already tipping the enemy before your voyage. I cannot let someone like that live." Amenon's flat tone made Soryan look at him with disbelief.

"Gabriel! Gabriel! Gabriel!"

Soryan watched helplessly how his love was forced to rest his head upon a wooden pedestal.

Then suddenly it all fell into place; Seiyuu had told the king about his affair with Ryuu even though he had pleaded him not to and he had given him his word. Yet, it still didn't make any sense… why would Seiyuu betray his own brother like this?

He wanted to scream and run up to Ryuu and beg for his forgiveness for he did realize that it was his entire fault. He shouldn't have got pushed him into loving him…

If only… if only he had notice that something had been wrong when the king had asked him to go on a diplomatic mission to the other side of the world without Ryuu…

"Sire, please spare him." Soryan whispered watching how the executioner lowered the blade of his axe on Ryuu's neck to define his aim. "He has become a true friend to me."

Amenon chuckled and looked at him, "Then I hope for his sake that Gabriel's axe is sharp and his aim true." He then turned his head back to the morbid scene, lifting his right hand to give a signal to the headsman, who rose his axe in turn. "Begging for one's life is not for a prince to do, nor is sleeping with a mere royal guard."

Soryan gasped at that before seeing the axe come down swiftly as Amenon lowered his hand with austerity.

Thursday morning, 03. 58 am

"No!" I shrieked, holding on to my throat and sitting up in my bed, wildly looking around me, expecting to see the executioner holding an axe above my head. I took a couple of deep breaths to calm myself down, but it was to no avail. I threw the covers off of me and stumbled to my bathroom where I threw up in my toilet. I was sobbing uncontrollably now as I sat there on my knees; the dream had been way too realistic for my liking. I had felt the sharp blade cut into my flesh…

"Riku…?" Sora approached me and threw his arms around me. His body was trembling against mine. "Are you okay?" His voice was anxious and full of worry.

I just kept sobbing softly in his arms, holding on to him like to my dear life. "Oh my God…"

"I-I know…" He whispered, "I was there too…"

"B-but if you weren't killed…?" I managed, moving myself to sit against the toilet.

"It was a scheme to lure us out." Sora whispered softly and I noticed that his voice sounded hollow and fatigued and that he was very pale and shaking.

"Sora?" I took him in my arms when he closed his eyes and took a few gasping breaths. Something was seriously wrong with him…

He suddenly cried out in pain and held on tight to me, big tears flowing over his cheeks. He then sighed out shakily, "Why now…?"

"Babe?" I whispered, alarmed, "What's wrong?"

"Take me to a hospital Riku please…" He spoke with difficulty, slowly moving himself to stand.

I nodded without a second thought and five minutes later I was driving him to St Zachary's Memorial.

To be continued...

-BDP-