Han Xin nuzzled his nose into Xiang Yu's hair, inhaling the familiar floral scent. "I am," he murmured, "but I can never have enough of you. Once I get my stamina back, I will rock your world."
Xiang Yu chuckled, the vibrations from Han Xin's chest stirring something deep in him. "You already are, my love," he whispered, smiling sweetly.
Han Xin kissed the top of Xiang Yu's head, then hesitated. "I have something to tell you."
Xiang Yu, still lost in the warmth of their bathhouse memories, replied absentmindedly, "What is it?"
Han Xin opened his mouth, but no sound came. He tried again. "I—"
Xiang Yu looked up, catching the anxious glint in Han Xin's eyes. His heart skipped. He sat up quickly. "Xin-ge, what's wrong?"
Han Xin's eyes shimmered with unshed tears. He was afraid, afraid Xiang Yu would be angry, afraid of what this truth might do to them.
Xiang Yu cupped his face gently. "Han Xin, you are scaring me."
