The night was heavy with silence as Jaceon and Levi walked through the dim-lit streets.After cutting ties with his father, Levi already knows the only person he has now is Jaceon.
The air was thick with everything left unspoken—grief, guilt, fear, and somewhere beneath it all… love.
They finally stopped beneath a broken streetlamp, the soft glow flickering like a dying heartbeat.
Levi turned to him, voice cracking, "I have nothing to offer you, Jaceon… No power. No magic. No solution. Just… me."
Jaceon stepped closer, lifting a hand to touch Levi's cheek. His thumb gently brushed away a tear that had escaped without permission.
"That's all I need," he whispered. "You—just you."
Levi's eyes trembled with emotion, guilt still swirling in their depths. "But I'm the reason you're suffering now. You lost your title… your place in hell… everything."
"And I'd lose it all again," Jaceon said, fierce and steady. "A thousand times over, if it means keeping you safe."
"But I'm just a soul," Levi whispered. "A doomed one at that."
Jaceon leaned his forehead against Levi's, his voice low but full of fire. "You're not doomed, Levi. You're mine. And as long as I'm breathing, nothing—nothing—will take you from me."
Levi closed his eyes. His chest hurt from the emotion, the ache of everything he'd been holding in, but Jaceon's warmth made it all bearable.
"If there's anything you can do for me," Jaceon said, voice soft now, "just love me. That's all the help I'll ever need."
Levi nodded slowly, his heart finally calming in Jaceon's presence. "I do. I love you."
Jaceon smiled faintly. "Then just know we've already won this battle and I love you too..now let head home and rest."
They took each others hand and walked straight home .. knowing for sure that soon the end of their misery will be solved.
The apartment was quiet when they returned—too quiet. The city lights filtered in through the windows, casting soft golden streaks across the hardwood floor. The weight of the day still clung to their skin, but the tension between them was different now. It wasn't fear. It wasn't pain. It was longing.
Jaceon shut the door gently, locking the world outside. He turned to Levi, who stood in the hallway, eyes still shimmering from everything they'd been through. For a long moment, neither of them said a word. The silence pulsed with meaning.
Jaceon took a step forward, then another, until he stood just inches from him. "You're shaking," he whispered.
"I don't know what's going to happen," Levi replied, his voice low and raw. "But I know what I want right now."
Jaceon gently cupped his face, tilting Levi's chin so their eyes met. "What do you want?"
"You," Levi breathed.
That was all it took.
Their lips met in a slow, burning kiss—soft at first, full of unspoken emotion. But it deepened quickly, years of repressed feelings rushing to the surface. Jaceon's arms wrapped tightly around Levi's waist, pulling him close, and Levi melted into him as if he belonged there.
They moved together as if their bodies already knew the rhythm. Jaceon guided him gently toward the bedroom, never breaking their kiss. Their hearts thundered in sync, the space between them charged with something sacred.
When they reached the bed, Jaceon paused. His eyes searched Levi's, a silent question lingering in his gaze.
Levi nodded. "I'm sure."
They lay together on the sheets, wrapped in nothing but moonlight and each other. Jaceon's touch was gentle, worshipful—fingertips tracing Levi's skin, his chest, his back—as though memorizing every inch of him. There was no rush, no need for words. Every sigh, every shiver, every glance spoke louder than anything they could say.
Levi's hands tangled in Jaceon's hair as their bodies pressed closer. Heat bloomed between them like wildfire, but it was more than just physical—it was soul-deep. In that moment, Levi wasn't a soul bound by a deal, and Jaceon wasn't a fallen demon. They were just two people, finally allowing themselves to feel .
Breathless whispers filled the air—promises, confessions, delicate moans that echoed in the quiet night. Jaceon kissed every scar, every freckle, every piece of Levi as if he could heal him with love. Levi responded with equal tenderness, running his hands down Jaceon's back, grounding him, anchoring him.
Time seemed to stop around them. They moved together in rhythm, not just with passion but with a kind of sacred trust. It was raw. It was tender. It was real.
Each moan from Levi calls Jaceon's name .. their intimacy and romantce wasn't just a memory it was a promise that no matter what ,they will be bound as one to the end .
When it was over, they didn't pull away.
Levi curled into Jaceon's chest, his fingers tracing slow circles over his skin. "What now?" he whispered.
Jaceon kissed the top of his head. "Now we rest. Tomorrow we fight again. But tonight… tonight is ours."
Levi closed his eyes, finally feeling safe in a world that wanted to destroy them. Wrapped in Jaceon's arms, he drifted to sleep knowing love, not fate, was what truly owned him now.
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