You're The Last One

A Bitter-Sweet Night

Those words were transparent confessions...that Takano had never even been able to actually 'hate' Ritsu all these years. His waivering words, his thundering pulse as he tried to gently cage Ritsu in his arms, his slight trembling, they were nothing short of pleading and begging.

For a future so foggy, for a present so unsteady, for feelings as one, Onodera Ritsu gave in.

Such gentleness, it couldn't possibly exist in this world. Yet every button leaving its slot, exposing skin bit by bit rendering much anticipation, sent Ritsu's eyes to a blurr. His chest was aching so much at the same time he felt the tips of very warm fingers caress his bare shoulders.

Past his blurry eyes, Ritsu couldn't tell what face Takano was making. He was only sure of one thing, Takano was trembling as much as he did. Drenched with the midnoon sun rays, the yellowish lights peering from the blinds, they said silently everything worth of ten years gap.

A stale scent filled that space. Combination of sweat, shallow and short breaths, bodily fluids, body heat, it was a scent of passion at its peak. It was impossible to put exactly into words what 'euphoria' could be. Everyone could experience this differently. But right there, right that very moment, both knew that there would be no other existing being who could burn their souls more than this. It was beyond insanity. And there was no other choice but to indulge themselves without knowing when would be the next time. Or if there would even be a next time.

Both sitting on the bed, facing each other with only their bare skins, they allowed a very long stretch of time just watching the other. Ritsu could only fix his gaze at Takano's shoulder blades, anything below he couldn't bring himself to look. Takano gave a small smile, absorbing even the gentle appearing of Ritsu's ribs against his skin as he drew deep breaths in.

"You're really thin..." Takano stated in a hoarse voice, feeling the sensation of the ribs that was caging his beloved's heart with the palm of his hands.

"I never could gain weight...because of..." Ritsu let the words trail off, knowing Takano completely understood.

Those gentle hands found their way up to Ritsu's back. In a way without being too forceful yet still had the intent, Takano pulled Ritsu forward, letting their chests come in contact. Ritsu could only bury his face at the space between the dark haired man's shoulder and neck. He didn't know what to feel whether shame or he had completely lost the ability to discern such things.

When a hand firmly grabbed his legs wide, resting on both Takano's legs, Ritsu closed his eyes. He was being propped up, being prepared for that connection. He craved for it yet feared it.

Although it was only Takano doing the leading, Ritsu didn't make it so hard and even opened up with everything Takano gently demanded. When Takano urged for a kiss, he opened his mouth, gave his soul through his lips. When Takano looked him in the eyes, he looked back, biting down tears and sobs about to escape his lips.

In that position where they could both feel their hearts in rhythm, Ritsu held on tightly, circling his thin arms around the other's shoulders firmly.

"Ritsu..."

What seemed like forever waiting at the brunette's entrance started slowly advancing in. So slow, very deep, as if Takano was engraving every bit of his feelings deeper and deeper within Ritsu's sick body.

Ritsu whimpered, easing at the discomfort, but never did he say anything about stopping. They just clung to each other, licking each other's tears, receiving each other's warmth, making their bodies in a flesh of one, the happiness was only for a fleeting moment and there was no satisfaction.