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Succubae part 26
JunBa Chapter
Aiba waited until Sakurai and Nino had left before leaving the room. It had been awkward talking to Sakurai again after what they had done and he didn’t want to face Nino knowing that he wouldn’t be able to cope with the guilt. Transference of memories wasn’t normally a problem with him and his master but it had been with Sakurai whose mind was constantly on Nino. The first time they had met, the first time they had joined, the first time Sakurai had realised he loved him, the state Nino had been in when he had come back to the brothel to tell him the truth and found him dying. After that were the years of their very long life together. It had only been snippets but he had been easily able to see that there was just as much love shared between them as there was love in his heart for his master and he felt guilty that the only way that he had been able to save his important person was to make Nino relive some of the most painful memories of his long life while he had slept with what had seemed like the only good point.
It worked both ways though as, for a very long time now, Jun had been the only good point in his life as well. He was positive that he had loved the half-blood succubus from the moment that he had walked into the florists to buy some flowers for his wife. He had been struggling with his sexuality long before meeting his lover but he had never given into it before then but something about Jun had made him finally admit what he wanted. Jun swore he had never used his powers to seduce him and he believed him, he hadn’t needed to all he had done was smile.
He stood nervously in front of the door to his lover’s room his hand resting on the wood hoping that it had worked. He loved his master and watching him wither and die slowly like one of their beloved plants had been devastating. He wasn’t positive that he would be able to cope if, after all of this, he pushed the door open and Jun would still be on the bed looking almost like a corpse with the only difference being he was coughing up blood every five minutes.
“Masaki…Come in…” Jun called through the rotten wood and Aiba gasped as he realised just how strong his voice was. It was something that he hadn’t heard for so long that a happy jolt ran up and down his spine while tears formed in his eyes his bottom lip shaking as he pushed the door open. His eyes automatically went to the bed and his heart turned to see that it was empty. Jun was standing beside the largest vase of flowers sniffing at a rose. He was dressed in only a pair of boxers and his skin was a healthy pink colour with muscles under it and not just bones. His lank hair was now a glossy black again and when he turned to look at him his eyes were sparkling and not glazed over his spread out his arms whispering “I’m back” and Aiba cleared the room in three strides throwing himself against his chest his arms around his waist as he cried bitter tears while repeating;
“Welcome back…”
TBC
A/N: I hope that this was okay ^_^
Aiba waited until Sakurai and Nino had left before leaving the room. It had been awkward talking to Sakurai again after what they had done and he didn’t want to face Nino knowing that he wouldn’t be able to cope with the guilt. Transference of memories wasn’t normally a problem with him and his master but it had been with Sakurai whose mind was constantly on Nino. The first time they had met, the first time they had joined, the first time Sakurai had realised he loved him, the state Nino had been in when he had come back to the brothel to tell him the truth and found him dying. After that were the years of their very long life together. It had only been snippets but he had been easily able to see that there was just as much love shared between them as there was love in his heart for his master and he felt guilty that the only way that he had been able to save his important person was to make Nino relive some of the most painful memories of his long life while he had slept with what had seemed like the only good point.
It worked both ways though as, for a very long time now, Jun had been the only good point in his life as well. He was positive that he had loved the half-blood succubus from the moment that he had walked into the florists to buy some flowers for his wife. He had been struggling with his sexuality long before meeting his lover but he had never given into it before then but something about Jun had made him finally admit what he wanted. Jun swore he had never used his powers to seduce him and he believed him, he hadn’t needed to all he had done was smile.
He stood nervously in front of the door to his lover’s room his hand resting on the wood hoping that it had worked. He loved his master and watching him wither and die slowly like one of their beloved plants had been devastating. He wasn’t positive that he would be able to cope if, after all of this, he pushed the door open and Jun would still be on the bed looking almost like a corpse with the only difference being he was coughing up blood every five minutes.
“Masaki…Come in…” Jun called through the rotten wood and Aiba gasped as he realised just how strong his voice was. It was something that he hadn’t heard for so long that a happy jolt ran up and down his spine while tears formed in his eyes his bottom lip shaking as he pushed the door open. His eyes automatically went to the bed and his heart turned to see that it was empty. Jun was standing beside the largest vase of flowers sniffing at a rose. He was dressed in only a pair of boxers and his skin was a healthy pink colour with muscles under it and not just bones. His lank hair was now a glossy black again and when he turned to look at him his eyes were sparkling and not glazed over his spread out his arms whispering “I’m back” and Aiba cleared the room in three strides throwing himself against his chest his arms around his waist as he cried bitter tears while repeating;
“Welcome back…”
TBC
A/N: I hope that this was okay ^_^
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Thanks for reading ^_^