Author's note; 100% Male x Male loving.

A bathtub made for one will not generally be fit for two. But as it happened, Lucian had once been a very big man therefore his bath was fairly generous as well so it was not impossible for two adult men to squeeze into it together. Regardless, the lovers were too focused upon each other to notice any discomfort.

"What did Yin mean about you being effected by more than memory loss?" Kyan asked as he slowly slid the soapy cloth down his husband's slender back. What he thought had been skinny was deceptively not, but instead revealed were a compact array of newly formed muscles. Kyan could not help but enjoy the new shape of the man, exploring all over again the person he loved beyond reason.

Aidan glanced over his shoulder, capturing the pale eyes with his own warm ones and seeing his beloved Warren within them, regardless of his new form. He was not the shy and uncertain person he once knew, but the confident, bright person that he had been transforming into and would have done, had he not been lost to him so soon. He wished he had been there to see his lover continuing to grow and mature, but those memories belonged to the others within in this shared body, not him. He sighed and confessed; "You could say that I am suffering from a multiple personality disorder. However it just so happens that each person within me represents a single lifetime spent with you."

"Wait... what?" Kyan paused, his lover's mind had segregated into his individual lives? Did that mean...? "Then who am I speaking with right now?"

Aidan turned around in the tub, sitting on his own feet with knees bent as he reached for Kyan's hands. "Aidan," he revealed to him, his eyes filling with the tears he shed in his heart over his lover's passing. He brought his lover's hands to his lips, half closing his eyes. "I missed you so much."

"It broke my heart to leave you," Kyan confessed, recalling that horrible day when they had been separated. "But you found me over and over again. You don't recall?"

"Those memories belong to Matthew, to Rush and the others," Aidan said with a touch of bitterness. It didn't matter that Yang had assured them that they were all one and the same, they were all greedy for that which they all longed for; the heart and soul of this man now before him. "They are all here, all clambering to reconnect with you, to love you as we have always loved you."

"I love you too," Kyan replied, raising his hand to stroke the temple of the other as if he could convey his touch directly to all of his lover's selves. "I love all of you."

Aidan lifted Kyan to his feet, splashing the water outside of the bath without care as he grabbed a towel to dry their bodies with. He placed it around Kyan's shoulders before stealing a kiss, but that kiss was too brief for both men and their lips soon pressed together again in an attempt to quell their need. "I was a distant person, wandering without thought nor care until I met you," Aidan told him as they parted for breath. "You awakened me, made me want to stop drifting and start living for you."

He wrapped a towel about his waist, before tugging Kyan's hands and lead them out of the bathroom and into his bedroom where the large four poster bed awaited them. He trailed kisses down the side of Kyan's face and along the column of his neck. "The day you returned my affections with your tentative kiss while I slept," Matthew mused as his hands trailed over the lines of this unfamiliar body before him, "was the happiest day of my life. Although I had chased you and dragged you to the city, I was never truly certain that I could obtain you until that day." Kyan glanced into Matthews eyes, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. His lover really had split within this body.

Just as Matthew's words ended, Kyan witnessed a subtle shift in those warm eyes and knew another would soon speak. He was correct in his surmise. "You are of age, this time?" Rush drawled, lazily with a half smile. Kyan laughed and nodded.

"Twenty two, just turned," he chuckled and wondered what the man would think if he realised that in actual fact, his soul belonged to a body that was sixteen, perhaps seventeen for he did not know how much time had passed in reality.

"Good," Rush replied before pulling his lover into his embrace and plundering his willing mouth. He had never been one for words. Kyan felt himself turned around and pressed against the bed, his body falling onto the mattress as Rush continued to kiss the life out of him.

He gasped for air as he felt the pressure upon his lips change, becoming more gentle and expressive. Kyan recognised the tentativeness of his warrior husband, the man who had always been so strong and so nervous of hurting him again, despite their interludes being brief. He had taken control more often than not as they had come together; Willow less worried and more impulsive than Slate. "You won't hurt me," Kyan reassured him. "We have much more time together now."

Slate smiled lovingly, his dark eyes filled with warmth. "I know." His lips trailed over the body beneath him, pausing at the round circles upon the soft chest, before sucking one into his mouth. Kyan's breath caught at the action, sparks of pleasure shooting to his brain, causing him to moan softly.

"That I am able to worship you once more," Yu Long whispered in a softly accented tone, "will you allow this humble prince the honour?" Kyan could not respond as Yu Long did not wait for an answer and took the wanton jade stick into his mouth and began to love it with lips and tongue. Kyan's hands reached down to slide through the tresses of hair upon his lover's head as his voice rang out in pleasure, his thoughts stolen away. Fingers slipped into the crevice beneath his sack and teased the still damp rim, but it was too tight to allow entrance.

Kyan was barely coherent, the practice motion upon his member was too much for this virgin body and within minutes, he spilled his essence into his lover's mouth. He gasped for air as he saw in the haze, Yu Long spit the white upon his slender fingers and rub it between them, before a shy expression fell over his face.

"I didn't get the chance to do more than kiss you," Law said, his breath catching as his lover was spread out before him, inviting him to touch. "I'm scared that this is just a hologram and that you will disappear on me again."

"I won't," Kyan promised and reached for the once confident youth. Law fell into Kyan's embrace, kissing him hungrily, while his fingers pressed into that small hole in between Kyan's legs. The latter groaned, feeling the familiar burn of first invasion, but his soul trembled in anticipation of what was to come. To feel again the completion he only felt when his lover combined with him, even through the pain, the pleasure, the satisfaction was indescribable.

The fingers preparing him became more certain, more confident in their actions and slyly pressed against prostrate, causing his voice to cry out once more. His vision fell onto a wide grin and lust filled eyes. "I always did enjoy it when you squirmed beneath me," Adam said, gruffly and pressed his fingers within the dark cavity once more. Kyan automatically resisted as he had done so many times within this man's hold, their tempestuous sex-life testing the quality of more than one bed in that lifetime. Nonetheless he writhed against the skillful fingers until he spilled once more, this time over his chest. Kyan panted, feeling that his lover's would be the death of him in this lifetime, zombies be damned!

And of course, they had not finished yet! Elyas smiled as he pressed his hardened length into the softened hole prepared for him, pushing until his lover's body had swallowed him to the hilt. It was warm and tight, almost taking his breath away, but he held still while Kyan came down from his climax. "Remember this," he murmured softly, before slowly releasing his magic in a certain way that he had learned in the latter part of their lives together. Kyan felt the warmth spreading and tingling inside the inner parts of his body and cried out, his voice already hoarse.

"How are you doing that?" Kyan groaned and panted as the heat tingled along his senses. Elyas did not respond, just slowly began to move, the friction coupled with the prickles of heat tearing away the last of Kyan's sanity.

His motions became swifter, more intense, the heat vanishing, but Kyan was already lost to the sensations within him. "I never thought we would get to do this again," O'vel-win panted as he pushed harder and deeper into his husband's body. After they had defeated the System, he had treasured every moment that they had remaining in their lives, desperate to hold onto the memories, that may have well been their last shared. He felt the rise of climax with his mind, his gut tightening and his member stiffening more as he chased the elusive pleasure only found within his lover.

Together they moved, Kyan's legs wrapping tightly around his husbands waist, clinging to him as the other plundered his body over and over. The sounds of lust and slapping of skin filled the room along with hoarse moans and gasps and although Kyan felt it was surely impossible, his third climax tore through his body and the result poured between them. His husband was not so far behind, feeling Kyan tighten about him, the nine men who had loved him deeply came together briefly as one and lost themselves to the height of pleasure and spilled inside their lover.

Aidan returned first, slipping out of the unconscious man beneath him, before kissing tenderly his round face. "Thank you," he murmured softly between kisses. "Thank you for loving me, for loving us."