A/N: This time I tried to do Justin's POV. Hope he is IC.

Desires.

See? This is my hand. I'm holding out my hand to you, so you can see there's no weapon in it. Take my hand in yours. Let me just for once feel your touch. This will never happen again, I promise. We're enemies. I've swore to my God I'll have you killed or get myself killed in fight. So take my hand and hold it while we're still able to breath.

Do you feel? It's my warmth. I'm offering my fire to you. Take off your glove, share your flame of hate with me, I allow you. And you, allow me to share with you in turn, because it's no use to keep it all inside.

See? That's how the touch is felt. It's like giving and taking, like emptying one and filling another. It's like explaining something that can't be told, don't you find my motives understandable? If you don't like to be touched, and you don't, I know, I won't do this anymore. No, your hand still holds mine. Sinful, just how sinful your look is, heretic. Your soul is shivering like a water surface. Don't look at me with those eyes. Don't hold my waist like you're holding, don't twist my wrists, it hurts, and I won't run. I don't want to be touched like that, but I guess it's the only way you can touch another human, so I'll just ask you not to do it and accept when you don't listen to me.

You must know, I accept you fully. Accept your violence that burns my skin as your eyes follow me. Accept your sinfulness, as your touch is felt on my body. And I'll allow you everything, just to keep you near as long as I can, that's how I'll show you your importance. You're important for me, that's why I accept you just as you are, because I won't change you.

I don't wish you'll belong to me as much as you wish everything for you. I don't want to claim you as much as you want to own me, like you want to own everything you liked. I just wish I can be with you until the end will start and we'll have to remember our duties.

It hurts when you kiss me; you bring pain and destruction to anything you touch. It hurts when you pull my head back by the hair to bite my neck, and I'm thinking about the way to hide the bruise that will appear on my skin tomorrow. It hurts when you roughly push me on the ground. And it's going to hurt more at your every move. But I forgive you, though I know you don't need my forgiveness. Because there's something that can't be told and understood, and touch and permission to touch is the only way to show it.

Heretic, my heretic, just how sinful you are. Next day I'm hiding bloody marks you left on my body, and it's hard to walk. My whole body aches, but my soul aches more. Because I know too well that I won't change you, though this is my soul deepest desire.

Our desires, my heretic, can't be explained by the words. Sometimes, just like in our case, it can only be felt with the touch. My desire is to save you. And your?