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“It's not healthy! It’s absolutely fucking insane! My baby brother died in that room...my baby brother...” Porsche’s voice could be heard breaking off into sobs, becoming silenced as the override lock clicked into place from inside the steel bolted panic room.
Kim felt an incongruent sense of joy, the happiest he had felt since the world had flamed around him. The thrill of anticipation was something he had thought would never be possible again.
The most action he had allowed within the room was to painstakingly clean his Angel’s beautifully red blood off the walls and to personally ready his now immortally youthful body to be prepared and collected for the cremation rites.
“P’Kim...I know I should be screaming at you to stop this...to remind you that you are young and beautiful...that you have the whole world at your fingertips...but I would be lying...” his Angel said, bright and beautiful in his ear as his ghost posed casually with one leg braced against the wall and his curly locks cushioning his incorporeal but shiningly golden spirit.
Kim felt tears of happiness leak down his already wan face, glad that not even death could cull the innate and stark honesty that formed the bedrock of their soulmate connection. He reached out his weak, shaking and wasting fingers, saddened to feel them swipe through the misty form of his dead lover.
“Chay...my Angel...the whole world is at my fingertips...just one last step before nothing can come between us. I love you Chay...I can’t wait to make love to you...I’m sorry we never got the chance in this life,” he whispered, his voice weak from now life-threatening malnourishment and dehydration.
Kim felt his heart start to beat fast and erratically as the panic room settings automatically went to contaminant detection mode. The sound of the filters whooshing was akin to his favourite ASMR videos, the breathable air rushing out of the room quickly.
Chay looked the picture of golden health, concerned at the visage of his P’Kim’s dying form. They looked into each other’s eyes for long, final moments, turning once more to view the blackening screen which showed the melee of their brothers outside.
Kinn and Porsche were battering and ramming against the door in desperate futility. Khun was sitting in wan stillness, eyes locked on his lover Arm who was uncharacteristically shaking with despair as he failed for the first time in his life to combat the technological settings that Kim had painstakingly researched and preset.
The ceiling seemed to grow taller as Kim’s vision moved away from the now blackened screen, the light of his lover’s spirit increasingly blinding his dimming sight.
Chay’s beautiful fingers were stroking over his cold hands, and he started to rejoice at feeling the faint tingles of recognition.
“I can feel you, Angel! Oh god, it’s working! Love you so much!” Kim cried, his voice becoming louder and clearer. The tenor of his words were the same rich cadences of the songs that Chay had first fallen in love with.
Chay’s beauty was becoming incandescent, burning the visuals of metallic panic room walls and mourning brothers away from Kim’s field of vision. Kim felt a distant thud, a quiet finality from somewhere in his chest.
“Oh, my P’Kim...we’re together...you’ve come to join me...” Chay cried into his lover’s strong shoulder, making free to replicate the sweet cheek kisses that were all they had previously shared, too mired in the weaves of mortal coils and subterfuge.
“Never leaving you again Angel...kiss me...touch me...” Kim cried, his now immortal senses suddenly overcome with Chay’s perfection. They were sweet and slow as they lay down, the location and time never crossing their minds.
Kim kissed along the points of Chay’s neck that had always drawn his attention, licking and nipping them in increasingly serious intent.
“Oh Kim! Feels so good!” Chay cried, somehow feeling the keening pull of sexual desire deep in his belly. His body responded as it always had, the universal truth being that he desired and loved his P’Kim in ways that went beyond mortal flesh.
Kim lay them both down, stripping them bare and beginning to rut their hips together. Their cocks felt hard and vital, the pull to the other just as strong as when they had existed in their corporeal forms in the previous life.
Kim’s head was buried in Chay’s curly locks. His capacity for feeling seemed to grow with every thrust of his hips.
“Chay...so glad I kept myself for you...never touched anyone else...” he confessed, gasping at the responding throb from Chay’s cock at his honesty. Kim reached a hand down and grasped them both, loving the silky-smooth feeling of Chay’s hard length as it brushed against his own erection.
“ Ah-Ah-Ah ! Oh Kim...my Kim...gonna come...always been you...” he moaned long and loud as he came, spurting hot and wet against the beautiful form of his lover that had now matched him on this plane of existence.
Kim watched with beatifically, soul satisfied eyes as the beauty of his lover eclipsed any known definition and standards. Feeling oddly calm, even as he frotted his desperate form once more against his Angel, he made sure to finish as he kissed the lips that had accompanied him during his fraught final stages.
As they gasped for the non-existent breath that they no longer needed, they watched as a vista of sparkling memory surrounded them. The lives they had lived and would live again seemed to sparkle with the consistency of true love, allowing them the miracle of choice on how they might walk together from this moment on.
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Long since gone, the room painfully echoing with their absence, the remaining Theerapanyakul family collapsed to the ground at the sight of Kim’s wasted and withered body.
Khun, ever the master of nuanced beauty couldn’t help but reconcile the beauty of Kim’s smile, forever frozen in death, as more blinding and joyous than the many painted ecstasies of heaven that he had seen in his long life.