Warmth.

Such strong and calming warmth took over his body. He felt like melting, he felt as if his heart was freed from the ice wall that had grown around it.

The heat melted it away, for good.

The softness of Keigo's bed underneath him, Keigo himself on top of him, kissing him and tongue exploring every inch of his mouth. It was as if someone had lit fierce, inextinguishable fire. They themselves didn't know how or when it had happened and even if one of them did figure it out, none of them would care.

When Keigo broke the kiss Ryoma opened his eyes and said: "You know that I'm injured, right?"

"As if that is able stop you from continuing to do this." Keigo laughed.

A small, true smile graced Ryoma's lips: "You're right about that." Even if his smile was small, it was probably the most beautiful smile in the world for Keigo.

He leaned down to capture Ryoma's lips in another fiery kiss with tongues fighting for dominance and power. His hands roamed over Ryoma's body, his fingertips ghosting over the white skin briefly touching it and making it more sensitive.

Slowly one hand started to play with one of Ryoma's nipples, the other tried to remove the little clothing he still had on.

Soft moans disappeared into the kiss. Slim hands wrapped around Keigo's neck and refused to let him go when the kiss ended.

"Somehow you're impatient today. Why's that, I wonder."

"I don't know, but it probably has something to do with you."

"I feel honored." Keigo smirked and gave Ryoma one light kiss, before continuing what he was doing.

Up until now Ryoma thought that he was already used to this, after doing it for such a long time and it would no longer make him feel embarrassed and the blush shouldn't slowly appear on his face.

But right now he had to blush when he felt that hot tongue lick his erection. It was so embarrassing to just lie there and know that the person that you like is doing this to you.

This was a new feeling for Ryoma. But uprising even himself he liked it, enjoyed it. The embarrassment that he thought he had lost for good.

But even then Ryoma really wanted to say something, to ask if he can do this to Keigo, not the other way around, but the pleasure that ran through his body as fingers slowly entered him and that hot mouth teased him, clouded his mind and he couldn't will himself to let anything other, that moans and pants, go past his slightly swollen lips.

And then everything was gone. The air, that suddenly felt unbelievably cold, that came in contact with his hot body made Ryoma shiver, but he was soon engulfed in that overwhelming heat as Keigo pushed himself in and kissed Ryoma again.

Ecstasy from the deep, passionate kiss and the thrusts that hit that one special spot made him see white as he closed his eyes and came.

Keigo came only moments later with a low groan and Ryoma felt the warm semen spread in him.

And once again, just like the first time they did it in this room, they slept together, Ryoma pressed to Keigo's chest, warm hands wrapped around him. The sweat made them sticky and the heat and smell of sex that still lingered in the air around them, made them slightly uncomfortable, but at the same time so good.

"Ne Keigo, did you know? This is the second time that I didn't have to fake my pleasure, while having sex." Ryoma said in sleepy voice, his finger drawing circles on Keigo's chest.

"So I'm special then?"

Ryoma raised his head slightly, so that he could put his chin on his hand and look into Keigo's eyes. A playful smirk formed on his lips. "You could say that."

Keigo lifted his hand to play with a strand of Ryoma's hair. Ryoma used Keigo's chest as a pillow again and slowly his eyes closed and the exhaustion took over him.

He fell asleep without seeing the loving smile that Keigo gave him and he didn't feel how the big, warm hand stroked his hair.

When Ryoma finally woke up from his slumber the room was empty. He sat up and looked for any sigh that might tell him where Keigo is.

On the pillow right next to him was note, written in beautiful, slightly curved handwriting that belonged to Keigo, Ryoma was sure of it.

'Don't run away this time.

I'll be back in the evening, so wait for me.

Keigo.'

Ryoma chuckled to himself as he read the short note. "I guess I can't run away this time."

Slowly he got out of the bed, found his clothes and walked out of the room, in hopes of finding the kitchen and getting something to eat.

He walked in random direction, looking at all the beautiful paintings, flowers and whatever else was put in the halls and room for decoration. Two or three maids rushed past him, one ignored him, but the others slightly bowed their heads.

He found the kitchen after asking one of the young maids for directions. When he entered the cream colored room, the first thing he saw where the green eyes that he had seen the first time he was here.

Keigo's wife looked at him and Ryoma looked at her, both saying nothing, just silently observing each other. He had already forgotten her name and she probably didn't even try to remember his. It wasn't an awkward silence between them, just that they both seemed a bit surprised.

"Hello again, Echizen-kun." the woman finally said, a sweet smile appearing on her lips.

"A-ahh…" Ryoma was taken aback by the fact that she still remembered his name.

She turned around and walked back to the table, waving her hand, as if saying 'follow me'. Ryoma once again just blindly followed someone.

They sat down and instantly a plate with food was put in front of Ryoma. He started to eat, waiting for her to start talking first, since he had forgotten her name and didn't really know what to talk about.

"My name is Midori, so you can call me that. Since I'm not Japanese, I like to be called by my name. Is that ok with you Echizen-kun?"

"It's fine. You can call me by my name too, if you want."

She smiled and nodded her head in approval. After that she didn't say anything, waiting for Ryoma to finish his food.

"Ryoma-kun, I hope you take good care of Keigo from now on." Midori suddenly said.

"Huh?" Ryoma could feel his cheeks getting warmer.

She blinked: "Well, since we are already divorced and it seems that Keigo has finally gotten you all to himself, I hope that you will make sure he doesn't overwork himself. He tends to do that from time to time."

It seemed that she was fine with the fact that her husband left her for another man. And that he is sitting in front of her. What's more, the creepy gleam in her eyes made Ryoma shiver. He didn't know why, but it was somehow very scary.

"Oh, and don't worry about that 'He left you because of me' stuff. We wanted to have a divorce for a while now and besides, he told me that he's gay and doesn't plan to like me that way from the very start, so it's fine!" Midori waved her at Ryoma and laughed at the expression of surprise that he was wearing. After looking at her watch she stood up and looked at Ryoma one more time, smiling a gentle smile again.

"But really, do take good care of him."

"Ok, Midori-san." Ryoma heard himself say the words, even before he had the chance to think of an answer. His heart seemed to have chosen in the place of his mind already.

The rest of the day went by pretty fast as he mulled over the feeling that to him seemed to be all new and never felt before.

Embarrassment, like, happiness, trust and warmth.

Ryoma felt as if he had learned to live again, learned about real human warmth that only the special someone could show and give him.

Distantly he heard someone talking and footsteps coming closer to him. A weight was placed on the back of the love seat he was sitting in. He looked up and saw Keigo looking down on him.

The only light came from the moon that was shining behind the windows and the room was dark. Keigo's face seemed pale now as the moonlight and the shadow from his bangs fell on his face. But his eyes still were brilliantly blue, even in the semi-darkness they were in.

"I see that you didn't run away." He whispered.

"I couldn't even if I wanted to." Ryoma whispered back.

Keigo's hand cupped Ryoma's chin and turned his head around, so that they were facing each other. Ryoma wrapped his arms around Keigo's neck and closed the distance between their lips.

This time the kiss wasn't the one where you fight for dominance. It was deep, but at the same time soft and romantic, with every emotion they felt for the other clearly shown.

They didn't let go of each other for a long time.

A/N: And this is the end. ^^