[Kisses him deeply, slowly, pressing close to him and not letting go - and Kamui doesn't need to say the words for him to know it, intrinsically. He's known it, without a doubt, ever since Kamui turned him - when he felt everything about Kamui's emotions, before their minds were blocked off from one another. And it's terrifying and exhilarating to know it. And like this, his mind fuzzy with a warmth and happiness he hasn't allowed himself to feel, he feels the same thoughts as before - that he shouldn't let Kamui go, that he should make him stay, here and out there. That he'll find a way. He'll make him love him. They'll be together.]
[But those are hopeless thoughts. Impossible. Not while their brothers are alive. Not while they're crossing worlds, away from one another. Not ever. It was impossible. But how he wanted to believe it, wanted to believe it could be possible.]
[Wanted. At least. Not anymore. He couldn't want that anymore.]
[And he's feeling overwhelmed, as he kisses Kamui, clings to him tightly. His entire body tenses up and he breaks the kiss with a sharp hiss, almost as if in pain, his eyes burning gold, his entire body shaking, his hands threatening claws. He grips Kamui tightly, jaw clenched as he tries to suppress the pain - the desire to rip away from Kamui and go find someone to tear apart, to drink them dry. Craving.]