Favonius didn't think he'd ever be returning to Earth. After Flora had been saved, there wasn't a reason to. But Janus had asked the favor of him, and he had to admit that he owed the other god a little. Besides, sealing a mortal's memories wouldn't be any trouble at all.
He had waited until Jun had left work in the late afternoon, just as the sun was setting, and Favonius had followed him along his way home. Thankfully, Jun had chosen to walk home instead of taking a bus, and had picked a rather deserted park to stop in.
The model had made it through work okay, if unusually quiet, and now that he had some time to himself, the events of the morning came back to him. The ache had numbed to a dull throb, leaving him feeling rather empty and unsure of what to do next. Even if he could find Domani/Janus, he wasn't sure he wanted to. And though most of his memories had come back, there were still things he wasn't sure of. And once they were back, he asked himself, what was he going to do? Gods didn't bother with the likes of mere mortals.
The model looked down at his cell phone, eyeing the number he had plugged into it earlier. He needed someone to talk to, someone that wasn't Domani and would actually believe him. Briefly, his thoughts turned to the other Chiron. She was a nice girl, if childish, and Jun couldn't bring himself to hold a grudge against his replacement. It would be nice to talk to her again, he thought. Maybe Nikado would know how to reach her.
Gathering up his nerve, he pressed the button to call just as he heard a noise behind him. Turning, his sea-green eyes met cool blue Western ones. Jun froze, not even noticing when the phone picked up on the other end. He'd seen the man before; all he could recall was seeing him in Tokyo and fleeing to Venice, and seeing him when he had died. "What do you want," he asked warily, trying to get a grip on a fear he didn't quite understand.
"Jun?" came Nikado's voice from the phone.
"This is for your own good," Favonius said simply, moving toward Jun.
"Stay away from me," Jun demanded in a shaky tone, turning to go, phone still clutched in one hand.
Favonius sighed a little, making a gripping motion with one hand, and Jun's limbs were gripped by shackles of wind, pinning his arms to his side and his legs together. The phone dropped to the ground, skittering across the dirt path as Jun tumbled. "Jun? Is something the matter?" the voice from the phone asked.
"Nikado!" Jun yelled, voice shot through with terror.
Favonius frowned as he recognized Sol's human name. Well, he had no intention of letting Sol get there fast enough to stop anything. Walking over to the phone, he calmly stomped on it, breaking it apart. "What do you want with me?" Jun gasped, trying to wriggle out of the bonds.
"I don't want anything," Favonius replied calmly, walking over to Jun. "I have a friend who wishes something done. That is all."
"What friend is this?"
"No one you need remember," Favonius stated, pulling Jun's head up.
The model tried to jerk away. "Don't touch me. Don't you dare touch me."
"You aren't really in a position to be requesting that."
Jun squeezed his eyes shut, as if he could ward off whatever was coming. He sent out a silent prayer, although he wasn't sure who he was praying to, hoping that Nikado would reach him quickly.
A rustle in the bushes made Favonius pause and turn. "Oh, don't let me interrupt the party," a female voice declared.
Jun looked up and immediately recognized the dark brown eyes, but other memories came to him unbidden. He knew this woman, moreso than the man, and recalled the attack at the fountain, his panic, the pain in his arm, and her mocking voice speaking to him.
Favonius scowled. "What do you want with him? Have you come to interfere again?"
"I could ask the same of you," Jeanne countered. "What are you doing?"
"What I was asked to. Still intent on harming him?"
"What business is it of yours?" she replied haughtily. "By all means, don't let me get in your way. Just leave me enough of him afterwards."
"That would be a problem," Favonius stated coolly. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that."
Jeanne frowned, but before she could respond, Favonius turned suddenly, a sensation like a snapping echoing in the back of his mind. There was nothing on the ground but the broken cell phone. "He's gone. He got away. This is your fault, woman."
She scowled at him, then shrugged. "Well, not that I particularly care that your little plan was ruined. Let's just see who finds him first, hm?" With that, she turned and left.
Favonius crossed his arms. No mortal could have broken those bonds by themselves. Sol had to be involved. "Yes, let us see indeed," he muttered darkly before disappearing into the shadows.
Nikado had stopped a couple of blocks away before finally removing the bindings from Jun's arms and legs, letting him stand. "Well, if he didn't notice before, he did now," the historian grumbled. "Jun, are you okay?"
He nodded jerkily, bracing himself against the wall. "Thanks to you. I don't know what they wanted, though."
"I can guess," the older man growled. "For now, let's go to my place. You can call your parents from there and let them know." He glanced back at the wobbling man. "Are you okay? You're sure he didn't hurt you?"
"Didn't hurt me. Feel sort of dizzy...." Nikado caught the other man as he toppled forward, blacking out.
He chuckled, pushing aside the slim model's bangs and looking at his resting face. "Poor boy. Everyone's picking on you for the path you've chosen. But I bet you'd keep trying even if the world was against you." So Nikado was going to make sure Jun had at least one ally for walking the way he had chosen himself.
Taking care to hide the model's hair as best he could with a kerchief tied to make a bandana, Nikado tried not to attract any attention, for all the world a guy taking a drunk friend home. Thankfully, it wasn't that far a walk back to his apartment.
"Hello, Sol."
Nikado cursed to himself. Jeanne was one thing, but he should have expected Favonius to think ahead. Stupid, Nikado, stupid. "Yo," he greeted the other god casually. "You must be Favonius, I've heard about you. Would you mind moving out of my doorway? He's sort of heavy."
Favonius did not move from where he was standing. "I'd like you to hand over your burden, if you do not mind."
"I do mind. I promised I was going to help and protect him. I'm sorry, but I can't turn him over to you."
Favonius tilted his head. "You are not doing him any favors."
"Don't try and talk me out of this, Favonius," Nikado replied simply, closing his eyes. "This is what he's chosen, so I am going to stand by his decision."
"He cannot choose what he does not remember," Favonius stated.
Nikado's eyes narrowed at that. "He's not going to forget."
Favonius shrugged slightly. "I did give you a chance to step down peacefully. You would be foolish to challenge me in that mortal body."
"That goes for you as well," Nikado sighed, setting the unconscious Jun down along the inside of the wall enclosing the complex. "Except that you're foolish to challenge me at any time."
"You've got a big mouth for someone hiding in a human form," Favonius snorted as he moved his arm, sending a cutting wave of wind for the other god.
There was a muted roar as a wall of flame sprang up, easily absorbing the attack. Nikado jerked his head slightly, sending a shot of flame at Favonius testingly. "You'd be surprised at the advantages."
Favonius raised one arm, and an invisible wall stopped the line of flame. He raised an eyebrow. "Such as?"
"Learning how to fully draw out divine power though a mortal body." Nikado smirked slightly, focusing a sharp gaze on Favonius, and the roar of the flame increased, multiple lines arching out and honing in on Favonius. They slammed into the wall, and there was a pause before several shots burst through, hammering into Favonius, sizzling straight through his clothing to the flesh and knocking him backwards against the wall from the force. "Sorry, Favonius," Nikado told him coldly, walking closer, "but I've had much more practice at destruction than you."
Favonius snorted, not showing any signs of pain as he stood. "Do not think me a pushover. I still know ways of snuffing out your life that you cannot even begin to counter."
The dark-haired man grinned dangerously at that. "Oh, is that a threat? See, the thing is, I've died a lot before. I'm not scared of death." The heat from the flames increased, moving closer to Favonius. "How about you?"
The other god scowled darkly, flinging a line of wind at Nikado's face. He turned his head, easily blocking it with a flash of fire, and Favonius took advantage of the momentary distraction to melt back into the wall. Nikado sighed, and moved one hand in a dismissive gesture. The heat and flames dissipated from the complex grounds as if they'd never been there. Hoping no one had been watching from their windows, Nikado scooped Jun up gently and entered the building.
Favonius put a hand to his chest, grimacing at the wound. Painful, but not serious. Ignoring it for the moment, he made his way to Domani's residence, hoping the other god would be in. "Janus!"
His purple eyes widened as he saw Favonius's wounds and his lack of shirt. "Favonius, what on earth happened to you?"
The blond man gritted his teeth for a moment. "Sol happened to me. He interfered and kidnapped your mortal."
The Italian was silent for a moment. "Damn it, Nikado," he muttered to himself at last. "Always having to do things your way."
"Be wary," Favonius warned him. "As you can tell, he isn't above resorting to force to get his way."
"He'll talk with me," Domani growled, pulling out an oversized key.
It didn't take long for him to reach the door of Nikado's small apartment, knocking firmly. "Come on in, it's open."
Domani opened it, locating the man by the sound of his voice. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded.
"Making coffee. Sit down, it'll be a bit yet."
The Italian glared, but sat down anyway. "That is not what I meant and you know it."
Nikado exited the kitchen, sitting down opposite the other man. "Yes, I know. I told you I didn't approve of this idea."
"It's for the best."
"That I disagree with," Nikado replied coolly. "And I think it's not your decision to make."
"No, it's not," Domani agreed, "but it's for his sake. It's not your place to decide, either."
"It was Jun's decision. All I'm doing is standing by it and helping him with what he wants to do." Nikado sat back. "He came to me earlier today, and asked me to tell him what he had forgotten."
"And of course you did," Domani put a hand to his forehead. "How could you, Nikado?"
"He wanted to know. Even if it hurt, he still wanted to know. It wasn't the thought of dying that bothered him," Nikado pressed. "He wanted you to stop him. He felt rejected when you didn't."
"That's not...." Domani shook his head. "That isn't how it was. I wanted--"
"Domani," Nikado interrupted softly. "Do you really know what you want?"
The younger man looked down at his hands. "I want him to be safe. He's died twice, Nikado; I couldn't take seeing him die again. Maybe he would be happier with his memories, but he wouldn't be safe."
"What's safe?" Nikado countered. "How is being miserable any safer than knowing? He could die at any time, Domani. He could catch a disease; he could be hit by a bus. He could be mugged and shot."
"All of those are far less likely than memories that have already killed him twice," Domani snapped. "How can you think those memories could make him happier?"
"Because you were in them, and he loved you," the dark-haired man answered simply. He closed his eyes, and began to repeat what Jun had said to him only earlier that day. "This is from my birth mother," he recited.
Domani looked up in surprise. "She drugged myself and my older sister, put us in the bathtub, cut our wrists, and left us to die. My sister didn't survive. I'd be lying if I said my dreams didn't terrify me sometimes, but I can't just close my eyes and pretend this didn't happen any more than I can pretend I don't have this scar. I lost something, Nikado, something important. I have to get it back. I can't just turn my back on it because it scares me." He opened his eyes, meeting Domani's gaze. "That's what he told me, before I showed him the worst thing to happen to him. If you still wish to seal his memories after this, then I may as well do the task myself. It would be much easier living with the pain of not knowing than knowing that the depths of those feelings for someone were not acknowledged or returned."
Domani watched him, then couldn't meet his eyes, lowering his gaze to the floor. "Oh, Jun," he moaned, clutching his head in his hands.
Nikado stood for a moment, bringing Domani a steaming cup of coffee before taking a seat next to the man, putting a hand on his back. "Domani," he said gently, "it's not because of Janus and Chiron that you two are drawn to each other. It's because you love each other. Even if both of you lost your memories, there would still be things your hearts would never forget. You need to tell him, Domani."
He brought the coffee cup up to his lips, taking comfort in the aroma and bitter taste. "What could I say to him?"
"What's in your heart. Nothing more and nothing less," Nikado told him seriously.
Domani sighed, taking time to drink more of his beverage. "He must be so angry with me."
"Maybe, maybe not," the dark-haired man said with a shrug. "Are you going to use that as an excuse to run away?"
"All right, I get the hint already," he sighed, standing and setting the cup down. "Where is Jun?"
"In the bedroom, resting. He collapsed after Favonius assaulted him."
Domani scowled momentarily at that, thinking that the blond god's injuries served him right, then walked down the apartment's short hallway to the proper door. Trying his best to steady his nerves, he slowly opened the door. "Jun?"
The room was empty, the only movement in the room a slight stirring of the curtains from an open window. "Nikado, he's not here," Domani called to the other man, puzzlement in his voice.
The other sprang to his feet, dashing over to Domani and checking the room for himself. "Oh, crap," he groaned as he looked out the open window. "Domani, we gotta find him, fast."
The Italian frowned. "I'm sure our conversation can wait until he's rested. He probably just went home."
"That's not the problem," Nikado told him in a rushed tone, already looking for his apartment keys. "The problem is your psycho ex was eyeing him up earlier this afternoon, and I don't think she took my hint to stop seriously."
"Jeanne?" Domani asked, starting to catch Nikado's urgent tension. "Why didn't you mention that before?"
"I didn't think you were going to need to know right now," Nikado answered, locking his door before ushering the other man outside. The sun had set a while ago, leaving the outside only lit by streetlamps and signs. "He can't have gotten far. Let's split up."
Domani nodded, then looked up as something wet splashed against his cheek. "Oh, it's starting to rain."
"No time for umbrellas. Let's just find him fast."
Jun had awoken in a small, unfamiliar room, to the sound of arguing voices. The first speaker he easily recognized as Nikado, but the second he realized with a jolt was Domani. Somehow, the model didn't think he had the courage to face the other man at the moment.
It wasn't difficult at all to slip out the bedroom window. For a while, Jun just walked, not even caring where he went, and then the rain started. It swiftly became torrential, sending people scrambling off the streets for cover. Ducking into a space between two buildings in hopes of staying partially dry, he tried to collect his thoughts. His parents must be getting worried. Had Nikado called them while he'd been unconscious? He should probably go look for a taxi and get home.
Inhumanly strong arms circled around him without warning, some sort of cold blade cutting into his cheek. "Hello, Chiron," she purred.
His breath caught in his throat, his whole body going tense. "Jeanne."
"You remember me," she said in a low, pleased tone as she drew the blade down his arm, admiring the welling of blood and his hiss of pain. "I'm glad I made such an impression."
"Can't you leave me alone? I have nothing of interest to you," he gasped as she put one arm around his neck, forcing him down, then unbuttoning his shirt. "I'm not Chiron."
"You have that disgusting life you should not have kept," she spat at him, cutting into his chest. His cry of pain was cut off by her arm pressing against his throat, leaving him coughing and gasping for breath. "I want back the husband you stole from me, blood-letter."
"You can have him," Jun gritted out. "You and your other gods can do whatever the hell you like, I don't care. Just leave me out of it!" He threw his head back, into her face, and managed to find one of her feet, stomping on it. She snarled as her grip loosened, and he shoved her away, running for the alley's exit.
Jeanne waved a hand, and water circled around his arms and legs, tumbling him into the ground. "You filth-ridden monster," she spat at him, gathering water in one hand. "There isn't any escape for you. You don't have any powers to rely on."
She threw the water at his head, and it hung there like a bubble, flooding his nose and mouth before he could react. He tried to cough, to gasp, tossing his head around, but there was no air, no relief. The woman smirked, idly drawing the blade down his partially bared chest again. "I'm going to enjoy this."
And then the strike came that lifted her clear off the ground and sending her hurtling back into the alley, splashing into a puddle several feet away. The spell holding Jun shattered, water dropping harmlessly to the ground and leaving him coughing weakly. "You disgusting, worthless, psychotic BITCH," Domani snarled at Jeanne, towering over her as his shoulders shook with fury. "I should break your neck for daring to even go near Jun!"
"Even now it's all about him, isn't it? Even though he's not Chiron anymore, you still chase after him!" Jeanne screamed at the taller man. "He's just a mortal!"
"So you admit it!" Jun shouted at her. "Why the hell can't you leave me out of your messed-up love affair?"
"Shut up, both of you!" Domani roared. "I chase him because I love him! We're not married, so get over it!"
"That's not true!" the model cried. "Janus loves Chiron. I'm not Chiron anymore. You wanted me to stop being Chiron!"
"You see, he doesn't even love you back!" Jeanne insisted. "I have always loved you! What does he have that I don't? How is he better?"
"That's not it. I wanted you to stop being Chiron because it was killing you!" He gave Jeanne a shake. "And it doesn't matter if he loves me or not, I'll do anything for him."
"I know I wasn't a good Chiron, okay?" Jun got out, looking down at the ground. "I was still trying! Even dying was better than being let go!"
"No, Jun, that's...." Domani shook his head, feeling his eyes sting. It must have been from the rainwater blowing into the alley, soaking them all. "I never wanted to let you go. I wanted to be with you."
"You left me alone," Jun said softly, eyes still to the ground, rainwater dripping off his hair. "Why...Why did you bring me back?"
Whatever else he might have said was cut off as a foot caught him in the back of the head, sending him tumbling forward into a puddle. "God, I can't leave you people alone for three minutes," Nikado ranted. "You're like a bunch of children."
"Jun!" Domani yelped in alarm as the model tumbled forward. "Sol, you jackass, what are you--"
"Save it for a moment, will ya? Cripes." The historian shook some stray water out of his bangs before pulling Jun to his feet, leaning the shorter model against the wall. "Before you continue sounding like an ungrateful git, there's something you need to know. You weren't supposed to die, but it happened anyway. In order to bring you back, Domani became Janus, turned his back on being human, and gave you his own life. And when he did that, everything that was Domani Genoa vanished from human memory." Nikado paused for a moment, searching Jun's wide green eyes with his own dark blue gaze. "You should feel lucky that you had family and friends to return to. You're the only thing Domani has left to him on Earth."
Jun looked away, unable to meet Nikado's steady gaze. "Is that true, Janus?" Jeanne whispered, looking up at him with tearful eyes.
He only managed a slight nod, avoiding everyone's eyes. "I...I see," she murmured softly, voice unusually calm and detached. "Even though he's no longer Chiron...even though he's only a mortal." She stood up, and smiled slightly. "I guess it's my loss, then. I tried my best. I'm sorry I was such a bother to you, Janus," and her voice caught slightly, but she kept smiling. "I wish you the best." She gave him a curtsy, not meeting his eyes, and then turned and ran into the shadows.
Nikado watched her go with a concerned expression, then left Jun where he was standing, walking over to Domani. "I'm going to go after her and make sure she doesn't hurt herself," he said softly. "You take care of Jun." He stepped past Domani, and in a flash of fire, he too was gone.
That left Domani and Jun alone in the alleyway, the only sound the wind howling and the rain beating on every surface. Neither spoke for a long moment, unwilling to be the first to break the long silence.
"It's raining," Jun observed at last.
"Yes. It is," Domani agreed.
There was another pause, and finally Domani walked over to Jun, leaning against the wall next to him. "Domani," Jun spoke softly.
"Yes?"
"Why would you sacrifice that for me?"
"Because I love you."
"Then why didn't you stop me?"
Domani let out a deep sigh. "I didn't want to be selfish. I wanted you to be happy."
"Stupid!" Jun exclaimed suddenly, burying his face against Domani's chest as he pounded against him with a fist. "Stupid, stupid, stupid. How could you possibly think I could be happy without you?"
Domani wrapped his arms around the model, clutching him tightly. "Yes," he agreed with a soft kiss to Jun's head, "I'm the stupidest person that ever lived."
"You stupid...stupid." Jun leaned against Domani, seeking out the warmth of the other man past the rain that chilled them both. When he spoke again, his voice was soft, almost childlike. "I was scared. I could handle dying, but I didn't want to be alone. Forgetting was even worse. I wanted you to come for me. Stupid Domani." He pressed harder against the other man's chest. "I tried really hard to remember."
Domani pushed the wet lavendar strands from Jun's face, rubbing his thumb against the other man's cheek. "I'm sorry, Jun. I was scared, too. I thought you were going to die and I'd never see you again."
Jun snuggled against Domani with a shiver. "Look at you, you're soaking wet," he said gently. "Let's get you dried off before you catch your death of cold."
"Where are we going?" Jun asked as Domani circled his arms around the younger man again.
"To my place. Hold onto me tightly, and close your eyes." Jun did so.
The first sensation that reached him was that there was no longer rain and wind against his chilled skin, but a temperate warmth. "There, you can open your eyes now," Domani told him, letting him go and leading him toward the bathroom. "We've got towels aplenty in here. Would you like to take a nice hot bath as well?"
The model shook his head, shivering a bit. "I'd rather just get dry. I'm dripping all over your floor," he added apologetically.
"Don't worry about it." Domani put a towel on Jun's head, and the younger man raised his arms to towel his hair dry, only to stop as Domani grabbed his wrist. "Jun, you're hurt," the Italian said softly, scowling. "I almost forgot. Hold still, I'll put something on those."
"It's fine," Jun insisted, hissing as Domani brushed his fingers against one of the cuts.
"It is not fine," he scolded, "what if those scarred? Now hold still." Pulling some neosporin out of the medicine cabinet, he began dabbing it on the cut along Jun's face.
"Cold," Jun complained, shivering.
"Go ahead and take off your clothes, I'll be done in a second."
"You mean get na--" Jun coughed. "What about you, you must be cold."
Domani paused, shrugged, and threw off his shirt and jacket before doctoring Jun's chest wounds. "...wasn't exactly what I meant."
The Italian laughed, and it felt like it had been so long since he had laughed like that. "Okay, let me just wrap up this arm and your chest and we'll be done."
Jun sighed, letting Domani wrap a bandage around his chest. Circling around the smaller model, he paused behind Jun's back, seeming to examine something. "Is something wrong?" Jun asked nervously.
Domani considered, then gave the other's pants a swift yank, dropping them to his knees. "All better," he said merrily, running a finger down Jun's back.
"...." Jun turned, thwapping his damp towel into Domani's head. "Not now, it's cold."
"You're mean," Domani whined, but finished with the bandage. Jun kicked the pants off, gratefully rubbing the fluffy towel against his cold skin. "Don't forget that part," the Italian added, pointing to the boxers as he looked over the younger man's form.
Jun scowled, then grabbed a couple of towels and a spare robe, shoving them into Domani's arms before pushing the taller man out the bathroom door insistently. "Stop teasing me."
"Who's teasing who!" Domani shouted at the door before storming off to the bedroom to change.
Jun felt warmer, but only marginally so when he finally exited the bathroom, robe wrapped tightly around him. Domani had already changed and was out in the living room, sipping at some coffee. He stood when Jun entered. "I was about to go check on you," he teased. "Sit down, I'll bring you some tea."
He did so, rubbing at his uninjured arm for warmth. "I need to call my parents. They're probably worried sick and my cell phone got smashed earlier."
"You can use mine, it's on the table." Domani regarded Jun with some surprise. "It was smashed? How on earth did that happen?"
"Let's just say it met a rather divine end."
Domani chuckled at that, moving into the kitchen to prepare the tea and give Jun a little privacy. Jun had finished with the phone by the time he returned. "Say, Domani. Do you remember that time when everyone was forgetting who I was?"
He nodded an affirmative, setting the tea down in front of Jun. "You were so panicked the first time," he said with a smile.
"It's kind of nostalgic to look back on." Jun's expression turned serious as he picked up the cup, looking out over the top. "Is that what it's like for you?" he asked quietly.
There was a clatter as the coffee mug dropped onto the table, spilling its contents. "Yeah, well, at least everyone eventually remembered who you were," Domani said in a soft voice, standing up. "I'll go get some paper towels."
Slim arms circled his waist, Jun's head leaning against his back. "When I thought the whole world had forgotten me, you remembered who I was, Domani," Jun murmured. "How could I let you go through the same thing alone? Your sorrows are my sorrows."
The taller man placed a hand on Jun's. "You have had enough sorrow," he said thickly. "I did not wish to bring more to you."
"We've both had more than our share, but that is not the point," Jun told him firmly. "Domani...do you want to be together? With me?"
"Of course. Always."
Jun circled around Domani, holding the taller man's face in his hands. "Then no more being alone, okay? No more secrets. All of your happiness and sorrow, I want to know it. Okay?"
Domani smiled and closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the smooth hands against his face. "Okay, I promise," he said gently, holding one of Jun's hands in his own. "But that goes both ways, understand?"
"I understand," Jun chuckled, leading Domani back to the couch.
The Italian sat down, only to spring up again. "The coffee! I forgot completely about it."
"Will it stain, do you think?" Jun asked.
"No...I don't think so."
"Good." Jun pressed him backwards onto the couch, leaning over the other man, ponytail tickling Domani's cheek.
He looked surprised for a moment. "Why, Jun, how unusually bold of you," he chuckled.
The model leaned against him, listening to the other's heartbeat. "I want to become stronger, Domani," Jun whispered, running his hand along the other man's neck. "So that I am more worthy of being with you. I do not want to cause you to worry ever again."
"Silly Jun," Domani chuckled, brushing a hand against the other's cheek. "You are already more than worthy."
"Then I will become stronger," Jun answered, "so that I do not ever doubt that again." Leaning over, he lightly kissed Domani on the lips.
It wasn't like when Domani initiated a kiss, always so full of forceful passion. This was light, teasing, like a touch of sugar, and Domani let out a soft moan, grabbing for Jun's wrist. The model let out a small yelp as the other man's hand pressed against the bandaged cut. "Sorry!" Domani apologized hastily.
Jun shook his head slightly, smiling, then ran his hands down Domani's neck, tracing invisible lines over his chest. The Italian moaned again, clutching at Jun as the light touch moved down his chest, untying the robe and venturing lower. "Jun," he gasped out as the other man touched his lips to Domani's neck with the same light pressure, moving down.
"Shh," the model soothed as Domani tugged at Jun's own robe, untying it. Their arms crisscrossed, exploring each other's bodies, and as Domani's fingers evoked a familiar reaction from Jun, his own touch became lighter.
And it was driving Domani crazy. "Is it okay?" he asked breathlessly as he brought Jun's face to his own, letting their lips meet again.
"Only with you, Domani, my precious one," Jun reassured, pressing against Domani again.
Outside, the rain continued, but neither was cold anymore.
