"Quos amor verus tenuit, tenebit." -Seneca
True love will hold on to those whom it has held.
Brett Yang cannot wait to return home to Edward Chen and his, well, their children now. Brett was not yet used to calling them his children because they simply know him as their uncle. Brett and Eddy had not told his children, yet. It was hard to do, especially in times like theirs.
But Belle and Alexander had known about it. Of course, they were the first to know. The couple was happy. They had asked the couple to not document it since it would be hard for both their blossoming careers.
It was also hard since it is illegal for two men to be with each other. They had to keep it to themselves. They only had to show each other how they loved one another.
Brett timely arrived over the weekend, wherein the children were at Irene's home. It would only be him and Eddy, Brett felt the bliss run through his veins. It was now easier to care for Eddy's children because they were older now.
George was now nineteen, Jade is seventeen and Sebastian is now fourteen. They had grown quite a lot in the past ten years and so did Brett and Edward. Watching them grow up had been a great experience for the two men to see the children grow up to be wonderful children.
Brett grabbed the keys from his pocket and opened the door. To his surprise, Edward Chen was already by the door, waiting for his return. He entered the door, discarding his shoes on its respective place. Eddy closed the door and held his hand and grabbed Brett's baggage.
"It took you long enough..." Eddy chastised, chuckling lightly.
"Stop... You know I missed being just Brett Yang here." Brett said, smiling at his beloved.
"I know, love. I know... I am just glad that you are back in my arms." Eddy said, smoothly getting Brett out of his coat and jacket.
Brett did not say anything but immediately embraced Eddy. Eddy reacted by returning the touch, resting his jaw on the outline of the back of Brett's head.
"I miss you most..." Brett said, his cheek resting on the fabric of Eddy's clothing. "How are the children?" Brett added, still holding Eddy close to him.
"They are doing amazing, in fact. George is set on marrying a woman he had been courting for two years now. He started training at the hospital to be a doctor. Jade is doing well, earning by playing at the conservatory or when someone wants to commission her. She is getting married in about six months and she probably will ask us to play. Sebastian is doing well at school. He will probably want to enter the conservatory two years from now. His piano playing is extraordinary, Belle even said so. Prodigy worthy." Eddy said, smiling at the achievements of his lovely and wonderful children.
"Prodigy worthy is not true. He worked hard and practiced... But yes, I am happy for George and Jade... What about you, darling? How are you?" Brett asked, pulling away to go to his bedroom.
Eddy followed, knowing that Brett wants a change of clothes and to lie down from his exhausting trip. He assisted Brett and as soon as Brett was changed into more comfortable clothes, they laid down and held each other.
"I am fine. I always play with the orchestra. Thank Tchaikovsky for me... I love that violin concerto of his. I wish I have a concerto dedicated to me..." Eddy said, running his hands through Brett's hair as he was lying on his chest.
"Love, you know, you could travel Europe now. I know how many patrons you rejected because you wanted to care for your children. They are older now, they could handle themselves..." Brett said, lifting his head up a little in order to look at Eddy.
Eddy's eyes softened for a moment when their eyes met.
"Yes, maybe you are right. I will look into it before next year starts so we could go to Europe together." Eddy said, holding Brett tighter.
A moment of silence passed as Brett chuckled alone.
"What is it, love?" Eddy asked.
"I just remembered Ilyich. We did this once. It was when he broke the news that he was going to marry Antonina." Brett said, laughing at the memory.
"You have never loved Ilyich? Not even a little? You two just seemed so close." Eddy asked, voice in a quiet tone.
"No, I never loved him. I have thought of loving him but I cannot. I felt like I was betraying you... And if ever I did, I would not have pursued it. It was still you in my mind and heart." Brett said, leaning closer and burying his face on Eddy's neck.
"I live for you, Brett Yang." Eddy said as he held him and kissed his hair.
"I live for you too, Edward Chen." Brett said, holding him even more. "Besides, Pyotr thought he loved my entirety. He did not even know my real name." Brett added, his laugh vibrating against Eddy's skin.
Eddy chucked along, his sensitive skin getting tickled at the sensation. They stayed quiet for a while until Brett decided to dig into Eddy's sides, ultimately tickling him.
"Brett, stop..." Eddy said sternly, as he tried to control his laughter.
Brett, of course, did not listen and continued.
"I am doing nothing. I just missed you..." Brett said, making his touches lighter.
Eddy squirmed and tried to crawl away from Brett's tickles. He was laughing uncontrollably. He was red and out of breath when Brett decided to stop.
"I swear, if you killed me because of tickling. I will haunt you until you become a ghost, too." Eddy said, panting and trying to catch his breath.
"I would love to be haunted by you forever." Brett remarked, laughing and smiling on to of Edward Chen.
November 29, 1889
The days where coming home to him was the best sensation I could have ever felt. He was warm and inviting, his hands pulling me in. He was waiting for me by the door, waiting for my arrival in silence. This had became my solace ever since ten years ago.
This man is going to be the end of me. His greatness and the way he moves, it is all fair and unfair. What it might be, I could never know.
I am a poet in his hands and he is a symphony in mine.
The words flow out freely. It needs not any effort nor force. He is the gravity that pulled me in like no other. The sun that rose on my east and the same sun that set on the west. The moon that has different phases but constantly is there. He is my universe and I cannot find myself anywhere else but towards the axis of his love.
I hope the Lord may forgive me for the sacrilege I am about to commit. His taste like communion wine, mouth flooded with the aftertaste of sweet lingering. His hands holier than any artifact in church. His lips like communion bread and I could never find myself hungry again.
The sounds that escape his mouth is the Agnus Dei that Bach had written for his mass. My hands the conductor and I make miracles more often than I should. Still, he does not question these miracles.
I treat his body as if he was a living saint and I worship his every move no matter how small or grand. Forgive me if I am going into the depths of the details. I cannot contain myself every time I am around him. I want him close to me, even if he does not touch me, he satisfies my every need.
I cannot count how many times I have written this in ink but I love him so. I love him. I have no other reason than just loving him.
I have confirmed that it was indeed unconditional love the moment we marched into each other's life again. I wonder how I returned in his arms safely without being beat... Yet that is the least of my concerns now. I am back and I could love him stronger. I am committed and I cannot break away anymore.
Not that I have the intent to do so. This time I will fight for him. I have learned my lesson and I hope love had taught him the same thing. I let myself stay in his arms at nighttime as he hums a melody imperfectly. This had become my lullaby.
In the morning, when the sun rises I wake up next to him. The sun illuminates the happiness from his face and from my chest. Euphoria is the only prominent emotion flowing within me. I am lucky to have this amazing man with me. Nothing will change my gratitude.