The Breaking Point

It took only a moment for Nowaki to realize, to recognize the words seemingly written on the top of Hiroki's head as the brunette held the front door closed with just a hand.

You are not leaving.

How many nights, Nowaki wondered, had he lain awake during his time in America wondering how Hiroki was doing? How many hours had been filled with daydreams of Hiroki as he comforted himself with small assurances? How many times did he nearly falter or break under the pressure, only to rise again at the thought of seeing his precious Hiro-san? How much had his chest ached at the thought of him the entire time he was away?

The built up passion Nowaki held for Hiroki ignited without a word. There was nothing to be said as he pulled Hiroki forward, pushing his back to the door and capturing Hiroki's lips in his own with wild intensity.

I won't leave.

His veins were lit with a fiery exhilaration as he tasted, touched, remembered the feel of the man he missed more than words could ever express.

"Hiro-san, I missed you..."

He wished – how he wished – Hiroki would be able to tell how much of an understatement that was.

I won't ever leave you.