Homeward Bound [Inaba]

[Inaba Koshi]

That was all he needed to hear.

Inaba leaned over the sleeping girl, his added weight ever-so-gently sinking the mattress just a tad more to accommodate him and he reached out to take that tired face, take it and cradle it with his gentle palm, thumbing the eyebags that were starting to appear but he loved it all the same.

He loved it too much.

"......."

As they say, silence is golden. Silence he would keep, parting soft lips to slide them over Kiyoharu's own sweet, sweet petals, taking it all in and drinking in the other's taste, the taste of forbidden love.

That hand sank beyond smooth ivory cheeks now, fingers raking through hazelnut locks all the way to the base of that slender neck and he tugged his handful desperately, the kiss deepening with a quiet sigh of defeat. Yet and yet again this constricting pain burdens him, eats his heart as much as it plagued the other....they shared it, they wallowed in it, they found a sick, twisted kind of solace in each other's misery.

"Mori."

Almost a whisper. Almost...an I-love-you.

[Kiyoharu]

When he was younger, commitment and Kiyoharu never went all that well together. He was content to dance from bed to bed, to high on his success and other less pleasant substances to care about anyone else but himself. Then, like a ray of light, Inaba swept into his world, wrapping him up in strong arms and stolen kisses.

Iris, as much as it pained Kiyoahru to admit, was never his first love, was never the one he planned on spending the rest. She was simply a dear friend who somehow, someway became so much more in the span of a night. It was that night that he found he couldn't see his life without her...

It was ironic how life turned out.

Sighing softly, contently, he leaned into those tender hands cupping his face. As tragic as his life with Iris end, his love for Inaba was never given the change to fly. It was hidden away to rare dressing room kisses and hotel sheets and it was sad that it was. What they had between them, as forbidden as it was, was beautiful and Kiyoharu didn't doubt for a second that if given the chance, what happened between Iris and him would never happen between him and Inaba.

Inaba was his first love after all and first loves never went away.

Words were never needed between them, not when the silence spoke loud enough. Unsure hands rose, cupping Inaba's cheeks, caressing the warm skin and gliding up into, short dark hair. It hurt to return the kiss, to loose himself within the other man's lips and hands and presence but damn if Kiyoharu didn't needed it.

He always needed Inaba, always needed his comfort, his smile, his love. When all else fell apart, it was all he had left and some part of him was glad that he had this, that he never lost it. He wouldn't know how he'd get by if he lost this ever constant in his life.

"Koshi.." He whispered in returned, tightening his grip on the mind-night strands tangled and weaved between his fingers.

It was as close to an I love you as Kiyoharu would ever give.