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C14: as close as could possibly be

C14: as close as could possibly be

WARNING: we be havin' le zmut; partially anyway... or maybe full?

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"I'm sorry," a familiar voice travelled to Ijekiel's ears.

"I'm sorry, Ijekiel."

The concerned youth turned his head to look at Idris, only to see that fairy-like person crying silent tears. "I almost put you in danger." Ijekiel grew fidgety. He didn't know how he should comfort this person because he didn't know what exactly caused this mess. Although he knew it had something to do with Idris, Ijekiel didn't have the heart to blame him at all.

Instead of thinking more on how to comfort him, Ijekiel cupped Idris' wet cheek and did the only thing he knew to steal his attention.

Ijekiel placed his lips on Idris' trembling ones. In consequence, he turned his body around in Idris' embrace and hugged him back, closing all distance between them. It was a kiss filled with unease and yearning.

Those intense emotions distracted Idris from the swirling storm brewing inside his head as all he could think about was the youth he held in his arms.

He was warm; just like the first time I held him when we first met thousands of years ago.

He was cold, thought Ijekiel as he deepened the kiss. As cold as winter yet I wish he could be this close to me every second.

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Sweet; the taste of pastry lingered inside Ijekiel's mouth.

When their kiss turned unrestrained, with the youth's tongue entering through Idris' parted lips; it was the first time the magician felt his temperature rise. The more Ijekiel deepened the kiss, the more Idris felt the heat invading his senses.

How long had it been since he felt this kind of warmth? He had long forgotten just how amazing it felt to be warm. Idris was born with the image of winter in mind. Live as cold as ice, as beautiful as the fall of snow, as gloomy as the gray clouds, and protect life as harsh as the blizzard, as ferocious as a storm.

When the Guardians made Idris, they thought that it was better if Idris lived for himself and for his duties. They never imagined someone would be capable of changing his heart. They never thought someone was capable of swaying his beliefs.

The moment Sen came into his life; Idris was bound to change.

Yet Sen was taken from him and he lived as though he was the only one left in the world. He was born when war erupted in every nation and when he was on the verge of giving up, the world was in the state of chaos.

What was the point of living if he could not have what he wanted?

What was the point of living if he could never be at ease?

What was the point of living if he was bound to suffer for many, many years?

It was exhausting and he had once hoped to end his life.

However, as he returned this passionate kiss, as he embraced this youth; he believed that all the suffering he had gone through was worth it. If he had to live in misery in exchange so that they could be reunited, Idris would live no matter how long it would take.

If he needed to live for all of eternity, if he had to suffer for the sake of this person he was kissing; wouldn't it be worth it?

"Idris," Ijekiel whispered with a hoarse voice once he pulled away, yet their lips touched, the point of contact burning with desire. "Idris." The youth yearned for this person embracing him in his arms. When he first saw Idris, only one thought crossed his mind;