The reaper refused to break away, eyes closing as they broke the kiss. He let out a breath, his forehead pressed against the other god's as his fingers remained tracing his cheek, his jawline, the back of his neck. But he remained in silence, a guilty sort of silence. His hand slid back, his head still lowered. He shouldn't. They weren't supposed to carry on like this. He was mercilessly leading mercy on.

Was he though? His heart leapt at the thought that he wasn't really leading him on. That there was something there, something neither of them wanted to put a name to.

"M'sorry, Kimihiro." He whispered and leaned in again, taking another kiss. Was he apologizing for the kiss? For wanting another? For the fact he didn't want to be with anyone else? Or the fact that he doomed them both?