Apollo knew he shouldn’t let Kristoph do this, but he kept letting it happen again and again. Standing close to the bars, letting Kristoph slip his arms through them and around him, pulling him close. Kissing him desperately with the cold metal surrounding both their faces. Apollo couldn’t get enough.
No one in his life knew that Apollo was visiting him. Not Phoenix. Not Trucy. Not Klavier. And that was how it would stay. Apollo knew that what Kristoph had done was unforgivable. He didn’t know if he forgave him. But he needed him anyway. So he kept coming back.
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