"Seimei..." Softly, softly, again and again between soft, teary kisses. Hand gripping clothes enough to crease, seeking out and caressing any skin he can find - his cheek, his temple, the nape of his neck. "You waited, you waited, you waited..."

Would he ever prove himself worthy of that wait? There wouldn't be kisses enough, touches enough, to repay it, to compensate a thousand years, some four hundred thousand lonely days and nights. Being without him that short while in the Bastion, this last nervous day was nothing , nothing at all in comparison to the pain Seimei had put himself through for him. For him.

"My Seimei... My Seimei..."