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A few months into their journey together, Sasuke and Sakura finally are about to capture a man suspected of conducting experiments using botany. However, everything immediately goes South when they are infected with a mysterious pollen which is rumored to give a person a higher than usual sexual drive.

This is my first one-shot with a very short epilogue on the next chapter! Please give any positive or negative feedback, on here or on the link about my work. 

Trigger Warning: Small argument, slightly unhappy ending

Roman is a petal in the wind. His turns soft, his laugh carrying itself across his and Logan’s home. His feet skim over scratched hardwood floors, his hands twist and turn letting himself truly be free to nature's whim. His dancing was the kind that entrapped anyone who saw it, his light step and slow turns seducing the viewer, letting them sit, and just for a second fall weakly to his very way. To Logan, Roman’s dance was intoxicatingly serene. When he looked at him, He knew. In that one small moment he finally let himself feel. He would dance to his own siren song, each step purposeful, each beat meaningful. They’d spend hours in a poorly lit kitchen, dancing in his self imposed uniform, while the more flamboyant of the two sang for an audience of one. Performing like they were in the Don Quixote. Roman was funny like that, he made any ordinary situation a performance. As he twirled, his lips parted. The wispy voice that haunts Logans nights spoke. They spoke nothing but ten words to each other, but in that blunt conversation the ground he stood on was ripped from under him. Leaving Logan falling, alone, just a forgotten petal in the wind.

Roman had been trying to get Logan to dance with him, properly dance, for weeks. Either by entrapping him in a surprise spin, which would usually end in an awkward stumble for either party involved, or humming a slow tune into his flower’s ear. He even tried to figure out a bullshit way to win a debate about how dancing is good for not only the body, but the mind. And as much as Roman had learned, Logan was having none of it. And slowly Roman gave up. The constant song in the key of Roman had slowed to a stop, the sound of dancing feet just up the stairs had turned into endless pacing. And when Logan walked into a silent kitchen, seeing a silent Roman stirring a mug of tea he finally had enough. Their home was silent, the man, the actor, the character he had fallen in love with grew into a cold stranger, and to Logan he might as well have left.     “Alright Roman, what is wrong?” Eyes the color of a decaying rose lifted from the mug on the cold marble countertop. Eyes that usually held a warmth Logan found to be almost comforting, the shadows reminding him of the darkness between the constellations, the highlights the stars. Eyes that he could have grown lost in now looking at him with what looked to be... pain. 

“Nothing- Nothing is wrong, that is like asking the sky why she is blue. Don’t ask questions just let her be beautiful.” His voice rose and sunk with almost planned perfection, an over exaggerated crease dug into his forehead. Taking a step closer Logan extended a hand to grab Roman’s, but stopped himself. Deciding to try and keep the situation from getting any worse, and ignoring the ever growing urge to reach forward and hold Roman, to shake him and ask why he was so closed off, but instead he stood behind a kitchen island, watching the man in front of him try to perform out of the questioning.

“Firstly the sky is blue because the particles scatter in the earth's atmosphere, and blue particles make up the majority. Giving the impression that the sky is blue. Secondly something is clearly wrong. You have been moping around the house all day, you haven’t sang one song in at least three, which for you is cause to call the authorities, and you have barely look at me when we talk.” As he spoke Logan’s shaky voice rose, almost raising to a shout, before he stopped himself. The rolling eyes of Roman was almost enough to make Logan sick. Anger and snapping had been an issue of his for the year they had been romantically involved, and he tried to work on it. Honest to the catholic god he had, but sometimes his voice was cotton filling his mouth, and the only way to get relief was opening it. With a slow shaky sigh Logan pinched the bridge of his nose shaking his head slightly. “Roman my dear, I’m sorry for raising my voice. I am just… concerned with your recent behaviors. You have been pulling away from me, ignoring your usually constant need, to perform in some sort of way, and it makes me feel like something is up.”

Finishing his sentence with a slow sigh Logan made a small nod toward himself, giving himself his own appreciation. Silently walking through the checklist he and his therapist had worked through. Use I feel statements, Take a deep breath, and let him know you need a break when needed. So far he had been 3/3, and he smiled softly at the small sense of pride welling in his chest. The light diminishing when he saw the growing infuriated expression of his counterpart. Romans hand let go of the tea bag, the contact announced with a single splash. He held onto the side of the counter almost like it was his life raft, and the ocean inside of him was raging.

“Pulling away from you?” Roman echoed his words, his voice a deadly quiet. Barely enough to hear, a hushed and angry whisper. “Who’s the one who shooed me away when I tried to hold you? Who’s the one who hushed me when I ‘performed’? Because it wasn’t me.” “Roman I was busy-” But Roman had just started, and he was far from over. The tsunami that was his words had been building up, and Logan just opened the floodgates.

“What about every other time? You’ve made me feel like a guest in my own home Logan! God when I moved in I thought things were going to be different.” “Are- you’re serious? All this because I wouldn’t dance with you? I want to make sure I’m hearing you right. You’re questioning living together because I won’t dance with you?” The disbelief was thick in his voice. Part of him knew he should have shut up, and when the decaying roses that made up Romans eyes retreated back to the mug, and as a few tears started to fill the spots the wilting rose left behind Logan knew he should’ve said something else. And the growing pit in his stomach told him he needed to say something else. But he didn’t. Silence hung over them, the tension thick enough to cut through. And just when Logan was about to turn away Roman spoke again. His voice quiet, like he was vocalizing a thought he wasn’t sure of yet, and the subtle tremble in his voice sent a cold shiver down Logan’s back. “It’s not… just about the dancing. I was trying to tell you I loved you, and everytime you pushed me away it felt like you were… rejecting me.” Oh. Oh. How could he not see it, Roman was pulling away, the entire time he was pulling away because of him, and he was too blind to see it. Letting out a slow sigh Logan gave into the urge to pull Roman closer. Picking up his hand gently he took note of how warm the others hand was in his, how cold his must have been in comparison. Making sure Roman set the mug down he pulled him a little closer, his other arm slithering around his waist. Doubt started to wash over himself in waves. Actions like this weren’t something Logan was accustomed to. He loved Roman, he truly did. But he always thought it was something that was assumed, something he already knew. Only when Roman’s eyes widened slightly, and the crease in his brow smoothed over just for a bit, and only when the preformed facade Roman had faltered for a second, he realized. Roman had no clue that Logan actually cared about him. And that fact made his heart crack slightly. This wasn’t supposed to happen. 

“Roman. I could never, would never, and will never reject you. You make… you make things make sense. You make feelings seem natural. I used to be terrified of feeling, of love, of you! But… you made it all seem okay. You made it less scary because while this is all new territory to me, you were right beside me. Your eyes are like the most perfect galaxies, to the point I don’t need to stargaze anymore. Roman god… you’re my stars, my moon, and everything in between. You are perfect to me, and I would be insane to think anything else.”

Roman looked up to him, the tenseness in his back slowly relaxing into Logan's touch. Shaking his head quietly he let out a small sigh, a slight frown tracing pink lips.

“Lo… it is nice of you to say that, but I need to feel that in order to be happy in this relationship. This isn’t love if all I get is a monologue every month. Do you get where I’m coming from?”

Thanks for the request. I wrote this a long time ago and hated it so I never posted it. I came across it today and decided to post it anyway. No sense in it going to waste… right?

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