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C27: husband to husband

C27: husband to husband
Alt. Title: the shameless ijekiel

"Are we not going to see what they are up to?"

After leaving the Alpheus Household, Idris had taken him back to the Ruby Palace where the Guardian enclosed him in his arms as they sat in the garden together.

Trapped in his arms, Ijekiel could only raise his chin to look at Idris in the face.

"No," answered Idris as he rested his chin on Ijekiel's shoulder. The Guardian only wanted to savor this peaceful moment while hugging his little lover from behind. "This one does not wish to let you see such a trivial scene."

"How could it be trivial?!" Ijekiel let out his indignation. "That man hurt you!"

The corner of Idris' lips twitched as he rubbed his cheek against his lover's. This action settled the fiery flame burning in Ijekiel's heart. "Right now, there are two souls occupying that child's body. We are waiting for the foreign soul to leave the host."

"... foreign soul? Host?"

The Guardian tightened his arms around his lover's waist, his breath ghosting over Ijekiel's skin. "Someone from a few hundreds of years ago occupied that child's body. Currently, that body is hosting two souls at the same time. The person we are waiting for is the old soul. The younger one has nothing to do with this one."

Ijekiel remained silent, digesting the information he just received. He never once imagined that something like that was possible. Then again, his own existence was almost impossible to imagine before as well. In the end, he accepted this fact as if it were normal.

"So... why did he, why did that person... do that to you?"

He knew very well what kind of person Idris was. The Guardian would not offend anyone unless the other person offended Idris first.

Upon hearing Ijekiel's inquiry, Idris could not help but nuzzle his lover on the crook of his neck. This caused the youth to tremble a bit.

"Perhaps... this one had been too kind. Since he was a descendant of the family who saved you, this one treated him quite well. However, it seems like that child took this one's treatment for romantic affection." Seeing the frown forming on his lover's lips, Idris quickly added, "Of course, this one only had you in mind."

The slight tremble of his voice caused Ijekiel to snap out of his somber mood, a chuckle escaping his lips as he leaned his head on Idris. "I know; you don't have to be so nervous, Idris."

"Rest assured; we are about to see the end of this conflict. After this, this one shall try and get rid of the responsibility given by the gods."

"Idris."

"Yes?"

"I, do you think, that it's possible to live as long as you?"

Ijekiel's question stunned Idris.

"... why would you ask?"

"I—" the youth's cheeks turned red as he covered the lower half of his mouth. "— I would like to fulfill my promise."

"What promise?"

"To accompany you until the end of time."

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What is it that you wish for?

Immortality?

Fame?

Wealth?

Peace?

Family?