There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)

Ah...the feeling of weightlessness...it carried an illusion that he was shedding all burdens. The soft pressure all over his side felt like a caress, holding him tight inside a refreshing void.

He suddenly recalled what Bassena used to describe his guiding; a cradle. A cradle of water.

Is this how it feels?

With that thought, Zein closed his eyes.

But soon, he felt himself getting pulled by his waist, snatched to the surface. When he opened his eyes, he saw the bright, very blue sky filling his vision, before it was replaced by a handsome visage of glistening bronze skin and bright hair.

Zein grabbed the sturdy shoulder in front of him reflexively, just as Bassena hissed in concern. "What are you doing? How can you--"

But Bassena’s complaint stopped when he heard the crisp sound of laughter coming from the guide. Holding onto the esper and getting supported by the waist, Zein threw his head back and laughed, the blue eyes met the bright sky above.

And it was like the whole world brightened. Like the flowers became more vibrant, like the sun getting warmer and the air became purer. A burst of color prettier than the falling petals bloomed on those fair cheeks, and droplets of water were shimmering like sparkling jewels around the silky black hair.

Zein sounded so free and joyful that Bassena forgot whatever scolding he wanted to make, and merely pressed his forehead to the guide’s chest, listening to the steady heartbeat as he held the guide securely in his arms. "Did you have fun?"

Zein took a deep breath. Just like the water, those sturdy arms felt like his cradle; a warm cradle that spelled home.

Ah, yes. This man too, was his home.