He was still still, his voice flat but so enticing it made me melt like butter in front of a flamethrower. Since we'd been there, I'd never seen his mouth, the high collar of the cloak he wore covering it up to below his nose.
I stood still too, the paralysis had returned as I couldn't stop staring at him. I was breathing faster, he looked like a wonderful wax statue.
Charming.
My right hand, trembling and with fingers hooked in the shocking tumult that was jolting me, began to slowly rise. Before him, his elbow bent slightly, then his shoulder decided to lift his whole arm, making it more or less tense in front of me. I was aware that I looked like an automaton as I slowly took a step towards him, my forehead protector, now soaked in sweat, could no longer hold back the annoying liquid that ran into my eyes making them burn. I took another step without being able to detach myself from that fascinating gaze. I was shaking, I was putting myself at a lethal risk, he could crush me like an insect at any moment.
One wobbly step after another I caught up with him, I was a puppet in his hands, as vulnerable as I've ever been in my life. Now we were so close that our chests brushed. I could smell him, he had something protective but, at the same time, strongly pungent and attractive. It was like an irresistible hug.
"What happened to the boys?" although I was sure he had done them no harm, my voice trembled.
My heart was pounding as I lost all dignity.
"It's as if we were on two different floors of the same building." few words but that always hit the target.
"So this is real?"
"It's as real to us on our plane as it is to them on their plane. I have the keys to the doors and right now I'm keeping them locked."
Knowing that we were both there, body and soul, I felt heartened. It wasn't really an illusion, it just separated us.
He wants to be alone with me.
My heart sank, but this time with joy. My legs stopped shaking. The hand that just before had struggled so much to get up, finally found the courage to complete its journey. His fingertips rested on the thick fabric of his cape, after a moment's hesitation, they went up until they reached the end of the very high collar. My hand stopped again, I felt his breath brush my fingers, it was warm and slightly quickened. It wasn't fear or nervousness, I had a new small tremor which, however, quickly subsided. I slightly insinuated the nails of my middle and index fingers between the first two buttons, without ceasing to look him in the eyes, I unhooked them. The first one was quickly followed by three more, he still didn't move, a mesh shirt with a wide neckline appeared underneath.
My eyes were finally able to get out of the prison of his gaze but only to end up in another cage, this one was made up of an elegant and thin neck, protruding collarbones with all the ribs crossing them. Exactly as I remembered him, again he only had a simple necklace but that on him became an explosion of finesse. His hair, now very long, fell behind his shoulders in a red elastic band.
He painfully remembered how, three years earlier, I had to hold back the urge to stroke his head as it barely emerged from that same cloak. But now, my hand could no longer be hindered by anything, he stroked that soft ebony silk disappearing in the middle and stopping there, light on the nape of his neck. My eyes moved to his mouth full of him with that slight overbite that had always made him so adorable and unique. So human. It looked like it was made of pure velvet, but having never touched it I couldn't be sure. The hand I held on the nape of his neck began to apply a slight pressure, I saw his lips part slightly while his eyes remained firm.
Don't worry, I won't tell.
My left hand came up to lower the gag, I've never done that with anyone, not even Obito. Not even Gai knew my entire face.
You won't tell.
I was close enough to breathe his breath, I closed my eyes to better feel the warmth that was now descending into his soul. Fears and doubts had disappeared to make way for a new image of myself and another way of seeing which, however, was now the right one. I was now the real one.
Much more than I had ever imagined, the velvet of his lips was warm, soft, turgid and welcoming. The moves only slightly, casually stuck a little to mine causing an atomic bomb to explode in my lower abdomen. Waking up from lethargy, I couldn't hold back a moan.
The only muscle he had moved since