(( Gah! I wasn't sure to do a Jibril/Logan or a Zig/Kriss topic. It was hard to decide too ;_; hope this couple is fine with you! <3 We never do enough of them. ))

Valentine's Day.

A day when couples everywhere celebrate their love by buying somehow tacky, or overused presents. Stuffed creatures holding hearts, big red heart-shaped boxes of chocolates, dozens of roses.

Humans are such materialistic creatures.

Not like he has any right to speak. But can he really help it? He loves chocolates. And he loves Logan. Thus he invited the other over about thirty minutes ago, calling him over his cell phone.

There is only one noticeable difference in the living room of his large home.The floor, furniture, and the long body of Jibril that lay on the couch, was covered with boxes of chocolates. Every type of chocolate, dark, milk, white, flavored. His favrotie were the chocolate oranges. He was working on one right now, chocolate messily smeared all over his mouth like some sort of odd, brown lipstick. Delicious lipstick though.

His mouth piercings were all in though, despite the chocolate. He's barely dressed though, alos due to the chocolate. His lack of a shirt shows off the latest addition to his body; between his pecks, at the center, is a black heart, tribal design, and of noticable size. A pair of jeans, bleached, raggedy, and with a noticable lack of denim to cover the knees. Nothing else. No belt, no boxers, no socks, nothing. Except for a bandana, tied babooshka style (kinda like biker guys), holding curls back and out of his face.

He dyed his hair again. Curls are now a mixture of magenta, crimson, pink, and white. Yes, pretty colors. They match the pink of his eyes, and somehow go with the yellow and green. But just barely. He's thinking of letting his hair go out natural again sometime. Just because.

He's reading Frankenstein, eating chocolates, and wondering if Logan likes chocolates too. The boy needs to eat. Seriously. Even Jibril is eating more, even if it is just junk food. It's not like his figure'll be ruined. Nope.

Valentine's Day is an excuse to pig out on chocolates and snog a loved one for a cheap present. Jibril's Valentine's day consists of eating chocolates, sleeping, and hopefully snogging Logan. No cheap presents. He hates cheap presents. He wants to get the other a tattoo actually. Any design Logan wants. That'll be his present.

If Logan gets here, that is. Another chocolate into the mouth. This book is weird.

((Jibril/Logan= best V-day present evar. Sorry I'm late in posting. Haven't had much of a chance to be online.))

What was there to say about Logan's appearance? His look was shabby, outfit tossed on carelessly. There was a sort of tired, effortless look about him, as if he really could care less. Lack of energy was lazily strewn about his features, eyes heavy and tired, brows relaxed and expressionless. His pale skin looked sickly against his less-than-neat curtain of black hair, let loose to frame his face.

His thinness was more evident than it ever had been, heavily exaggerated by clothes he wore that used to fit but now swallowed his tiny figure.

He'd thrown on a thin (but nonetheless too big for him) jacket over a white tanktop and wore black jeans that now needed a belt to keep them secure. He had bothered with nothing else.

Logan had been lurking around the apartment, the studies that consumed him as of late neatly put aside, stacked on his bed for later. He'd spent most of the day hanging with his dad for Valentine's Day, like every other day. He had thought about Jibril the whole time.

He'd previously answered the phone with a sigh, but was glad for the phone call. He'd wanted to come over, and had agreed to come over. So he slipped on his boots over his socks and headed out the door to Jibril's apartment.

That had been a while ago, and the walk in the cold seemed like it took three seperate eternities. Though, Logan had eventually made it, shvering, to his angel's apartment door.

He took a minute to hide the shivering and opened the door without knocking. The old habit of letting himself in other people's apartments had apparently not died.

He silently took off his boots, tired ice blue eyes scanning the apartment.

It was enough to cause Logan's eyebrows to raise, if only slightly. His lips parted in speech as he daintily stepped into the living room. "Jibril...?"

Only his name was spoken, in a near timid question.

(( No problem hon <3 Just as long as you like it ))

Logan is going to be the death of him someday. Answering the phone with a sigh had almost broken Jibril's heart, made him worried that his call was unwelcome, but the other had accepted. And apparently just arrived.

He could hear outside his door, even past his quiet opera. Unlike some opera, this singer had a most beautiful voice, female apparently, with a heart filling soprano that soared above all other voices. ...So he was a little passionate about opera, what can he say?

"In here, as always Logan."

He popped another chocolate into his mouth, savoring the caramel, chocolate-lipstick covered lips in a sort of pout. His dear little Master should always remember that Jibril would always be in here.

The other's valentine-themed hair, held back by that black bandana, ruffled as he shifted, sitting up a bit more. This put his tattoo into an easier view, plus allowed him to see better.

The empty box fell off his chest as he sat up completely, truly feeling as if his heart was breaking when he saw Logan, despite it [and his eyes] were filling up with adoration and devoted love. He opened his arms, chocolate covered [or smeared] mouth opening slightly.

"It's been too long."

It really has been, a month, hasn't it? Way, way too long.

He offered a tired, loving smile upon reaching his destination. If anyone needed proof Logan loved Jibril, all they'd have to do is look at the way he looked at him; they wouldn't need to offer a second glance to know Logan wasn't ever happy until he was with Jibril. He gave the boxes of chocolate a brief glance. "Are you having a party you didn't tell me about, love?"

He had only been teasing.

"More than a day is always too long."

He proceeded to pad to the couch and curl up in Jibril's lap.

"Mmm, you know I'd never throw a party without you..."

He nuzzled the other's neck, placing kisses and bites all over the other's neck and face and jaw. He hadn't touched the other in forever. His mouth is covering the other's mouth, tongue in the other's mouth. His hands are running over the other's body, feeling over the other's body, soft bum, thin body.

That made his heart hurt, the feeling of the other's thin body under his strong hands.

"Always."

He was purring, deeply.

Neither of them have touched for so long, nor had as much as heard each other's voices until Jibril called. This was overwhelming. Logan was allowed to be overwhelmed. (In a good way, of course).

Be gentle, kind angel. Logan's body could only take so much, even though for now it was forgotten. For now, he was here. For now, he was being loved. For now... there was Jibril. Jibril, and nothing else mattered.

His fingertips gently and absent-mindedly traced over Jibril's right cheek, his touch delicate.

His kisses were soft but not readily robbed of passion, holding onto Jibril whilst all the while their mouths remained connected.

Of course he was gentle.

Jibril, while passionate, would not overlook the other's current state. His grip and kisses and touches were strong, but he was careful, as to not hurt the other. He nuzzled into the other's hand as fingertips ran over his face and pushed his head up, rubbing his nose against the other's affectionately.

Amidst the love and adoration, even Logan would be able to see the obvious worry the angel was feeling for his Master. He looked...sad. While lovely, no one should look so sad or devastated. Surely Criss has noticed the drastic change in the other's weight.

His chocolately mouth placed one last soft kiss on the other's mouth before he pulled Logan gently against his body, tucking the boy's head against his shoulder and his own hands wrapping around the other's tiny body.

"Logan..."

A soft sigh, leaning down, mouth against the other's temple.

"You know I'm terrified about your current condition...don't you?"

His voice, soft and grovely, was neither condesending or angry, it was just...sad and protective.

"I want to see a healthy boy...not this tiny, fragile thing you are..."

And truly scared for him.

Logan breathed. It was warm, soft, tender. The seal between their lips had been broken, and he simply breathed, resting gently in his angel's arms.

"Jibril..." he'd replied after the angel had spoken his name.

He'd tried to look up, to stroke Jibril's jawline with those long, pale fingers of his and attempt a weak smile.

"I'm sorry, Jibril. I know..."

He looked guilty. He closed his eyes to try and smother the emotion.

He sighed. It was a feathery, whispery, sad sigh.

"I never want to hurt you."

The sad tone in Jibril's voice made his heart hurt.

The other's sigh made Jibril bury his face into the other's shoulder.

His arms tightening, not angrilly or painfully, but possessively and protectively.

He was worried about the other.

"Then why?"

He snuffled, kissing the other's neck softly, up and down, along the jaw-line and at the front of the other's neck.

"If you know, Logan, then why?"

It sounds almost as if he feels betrayed, and in a way, he does.

Logan knows but hurts himself like that anyways.

Don't do that, please... don't do it, Jibril...

Logan's eyes fluttered open.

"I know it's bad," he admitted quietly.

"But, I don't know... I can't stop, Jibril. I can't..."

His gaze shifted downward.

Logan's behavior had always been destructive. He'd stopped it, or at least thought so.

With him it was be destructive or self-destruct.

Guess which pattern he'd switched to.

Jibril pulled back from the other, arms loosely around the other's.

He tilted his head down, under the other's face, looking up at the other.

His face was blank, pale and mask-like.

"I know Logan."

His mask cracked, mouth twitching.

Some things you can't stop, Jibril has the same, exact nature.

Kill or kill yourself, slowly, but steadilly.

It just takes a long time.

He's mask cracked fully, lifting his head, nose toouching nose.

"I know exactly how it is."

He truly does, believe him?

Logan exhaled slowly. He looked into Jibril's eyes as he stared at him, nose to nose, even if his vision did end up blurry looking at him that close.

"But I don't want you to know how it is."

He didn't want him to go through the pain and the suffering and the withering away.

"I don't want that..."

He bit his lip, grip around Jibril tightening.

"I'm sorry."

"I know...but I've gone through it for so long. I don't want you to be like that."

Jibril's arms tightened in reply, mouth against the other's, though he wasn't really kissing him.

"And it hurts...but it hurts more to see you doing the same thing..."

His hands were rubbing up and down the other's sides.

It really did hurt.

"I hate seeing you so fragile..."

His mouth and nose were pressing against the other's.

"Logan..."

"...don't say it, please..." his tone was breathless and whispery.

His lips were not quite pressed against Jibril's by this point.

He wasn't about to say that the ones he loved drove him to this point. That, he knew, would break his angel's heart.

Then, barely audible, "I won't do it again..." like a child being scolded for a wrong-doing.

"Why?"

Jibril wanted to know.

"Why do you do this anyways?"

His mouth was pressed to Logan's, soft lips, piercing inbetween Logan's. Such an intimate touch. His arms wrapped around the other are snug and warm. His whole body is warm.

His tongue comes out, licking the other's lips.

Why?

"Because, I..." It came out as a muffled murmur.

"...don't want to hurt anyone."

And he could not help but kiss Jibril.

Please just make it go away...

It was like pain being shot through his heart.

But he knew Logan was in far worse pain at the moment.

His arms closed around the other, pulling him against him.

Mouth to mouth, kissing the boy.

He wants to take all of Logan's pain away.

He only wanted the boy the be happy.