"I hate you, you know."
He looked up at hearing those words, half expecting to see a matching emotion in the eyes of the man who'd uttered them.
Instead he saw love and desire, and the memory of the long road that had brought them to where they now were. Mere acquaintances at first, then enemies, then apathy, and now…now there was love. Africa had changed him, changed them.
He smiled, knowing that the love he saw in those eyes was reflected within his own, and he reached to caress the other man's body.
"I know. I hate you, too."