Prota stepped up to the resurrection machine, this time being aware of what it was and the importance that it had, not just to Anta, but to himself… to Gil.

He stroked it lovingly, admiring its beautiful gears and gizmos. It was the kind of machine he had imagined making only in his dreams… one that his other half had succeeded in creating. It made him smile.

Thanks to his empathy for Anta, Prota now found himself hoping for the best for him. He wanted him to be happy with his lover once more. But at the same time…

As he watched Anta work… as he observed how his muscles moved agilely under his tight leather catsuit… He couldn’t help but think…

He wanted to be Anta’s lover. He knew his desire was only due to his true body having been split into two, but he felt it so strongly.

The taller man wasn’t wearing his usual cape, leaving nothing covering his back except for the form-fitting leather. Prota couldn’t help but notice the way it squeezed his firm, muscular cheeks.

Prota swallowed and tried to focus on his work.

“Tighten those screws over there,” Anta directed.

Prota nodded. He grabbed some tools from Anta’s bag, knowing exactly where everything would be, and got to work.

But as he worked on the machine, all he could think about was wanting to be wrapped in Anta’s strong, muscular arms… wanting to be hoisted up atop the control panel… wanting Anta to grab his cheeks, spread them, and shove himself inside.

“Hey,” Anta’s voice boomed over Prota’s fantasies. “Do you mind?”

Prota looked over at Anta. His pale face was flushed, his lips parted slightly to let out some steam. His leather pants squeaked as his cock pushed against the fabric, trying desperately to escape. “I get it.” Anta leaned on the control panel and looked down at Prota’s lithe body and sighed when he noted the shape of his ass and the bulge in his pants. “I feel it too, but… We can’t give in to temptation. We have important work to do here.”

Prota’s face was beet red. How was he supposed to work like this? Their arousal added to each other’s. He tried to focus on tweaking the machine. He noticed a bolt was loose, kind of high up. He tried to reach it, but it was a little tall for him.

Anta stepped up behind him. Prota could feel the heat of Anta’s body as he leaned into him and reached up above his head. His hot breath tickled his ear. His heaving chest cradled his head. And his hard, hot cock was centimeters from Prota’s ass.

Prota gasped. He couldn’t fight it. He rubbed himself against Anta, making the taller man sigh deeply.

“Oh,” Anta moaned, as he rubbed his leather-clad cock against the smaller man’s butt. “That feels so good.” He closed his eyes. His lips parted delicately, as he leaned into Prota and allowed himself a moment of pleasure.

“Ah,” Prota moaned as he felt Anta’s rock-solid member rub hungrily against him. He wanted to pull his pants down and spread his cheeks for him right then and there. “Please…” he begged.

Anta’s body wanted it. Really wanted it. His cock chafed painfully against the metal zipper that went down the entirety of his leather suit. “I can’t,” Anta groaned, as he tried desperately to pull himself away from the other man. “If we give in…”

Prota turned around and pulled Anta’s face toward him for a hot, steamy kiss.

“Mmf!” Anta moaned heavily, with his mouth muffled by Prota’s. He shoved his tongue inside the other’s mouth as his cock found Prota’s and rubbed against it.

Prota wrapped his arms around Anta’s neck. “Mm,” he moaned as he wrestled Anta's tongue. “Oh, please,” he sighed desperately when he released his mouth. “Fuck me.”

“I can’t,” Anta finally forced himself away, keeping Prota at arm’s length. The white-haired man panted heavily with desire. “I’m sorry, I… I’m really pent up from… Well, I’ve been alone for over a century now. But I… I shouldn’t… Just a little longer, and I’ll be able to be with Milo.”

“Oh.” Prota felt ashamed and pulled himself away. They were working on this machine to resurrect his lost love. He shouldn’t be seducing him like this. And Tiki… They weren’t officially a couple, but… what would she think?

“I’ll be back,” Anta sighed as he stepped away from his soulmate.

“Okay,” Prota blushed and let him go behind the curtain. He tried to get back to work on the machine, but a moment later, he felt intense pleasure in his cock. “Wh-what the-?” It felt like someone was touching him!