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It was forbidden.

He sighed as he felt thin, cool fingers trail down his stomach, nearing that line of hair just below his bellybutton, and his back arched automatically. His eyes closed tightly as the fingers paused, before trailing back up his abdomen; sweet torture. He gasped suddenly when he felt something hot and wet on his neck, eyes widening to show their emerald Green; brown hair plastered to his forehead and splayed against the pillow like a light halo. He felt a smile on his neck as lips pressed against the junction of his neck, that tongue doing wonders he had never even thought possible.

It was forbidden.

This perfect body beneath him, with curves so traceable it should’ve been illegal. The way he moaned at a touch in a certain area; his reactions when he didn’t get what he wanted. It made him smile softly; this boy was his. His to love; to hold; to do what he wanted. He held his heart. And this boy held his ever black heart; so carefully, as if afraid it would break if he clasped it. It made him warm inside; made him think he could be human once again. All because of this boy.

It was forbidden.

Those slim and feminine hands clasped behind his head, raising it up as lips captured his own; a needy kiss, as if the boy on top of him needed to know he was there; that he was real. He wrapped his arms around him, fingers gripping at nonexistent cloth in a desperate manner, pulling himself up to push their chest together; ragged heartbeats beating as one unified thing. What they had was special. It was rare. It was a beautiful, cursed thing.

It was forbidden.

Why, though? Why was something so profound—something so wonderful—forbidden? What was wrong with it? Was it because they were both guys? Because they were supposed to be enemies? Was it because this black haired, purple eyed angel above him was supposed to be evil? Just because he pursues his quest against Britannia…That didn’t make him evil. He pulled back, looking into those purple eyes he had fallen in love with, brushing back hair from his face, and smiled.

“I love you,” he whispered, and the tanned boy smiled above him, leaning into his hand. But he didn’t respond. The brunette was okay with this, though; he was afraid to say it. Afraid that if he said it, that the one person he held close to his heart would disappear; leave him, die. Anything. And he never wanted that to happen.

It was forbidden.

He didn’t care. The brunette he held tenderly loved him; he heard him whisper it. How he wished he could reply! But if he did, he knew that man he hated so would come after him and kill him. He had sworn to revenge his mother’s death and construct a world where his sister Nunnally can live in peace. If he showed his love for the boy he held in words, he knew it would lead to both of their downfalls.

This explained why it was forbidden.

But he never told Suzaku that.