Spirou and Fantasio - Love Stories

by Aledhwen

A collection of one shots revolving around that couple that has been inspiring me for three years now, and to which I come back today after two years of not writing. In order to avoid repeating it at each story : I don't own Spirou and Fantasio's world who are the property of a myriad of fantastic writers and draftsmen such as Franquin or Tom and Janry. Yaoi, love :)

SPIROU AND FANTASIO

Yaoi Stories

One Shot 23 - Watching the Fireflies

The train flies between the mountains, dancing upon the weary railway, rocking the travelers. Spirou is plunged deep into some gripping adventure novel, comfortably settled in an empty compartment. Against his shoulder, Fantasio his deeply asleep, hugging a no-less sleepy Spip into his neck like a teddy bear.
As Spirou is gently stroking Fantasio's hair while reading, he his suddenly interrupted by Fantasio letting out a little laugh.
Puzzled, he looks down at Fantasio. The blonde is still asleep, but he is laughing in his sleep.
Amused, Spirou smiles.
Then the train has a sudden jolt, giving the sleepy man a start.
Fantasio opens tired eyes and looks at Spirou, who smiles back at him:
"Are we there yet?
- No, mate, not yet, Spirou answers.
- Oh, good, because I still have to paint the fireflies."
Spirou looks at him, laughing:
"What the hell are you saying?
- Oh come on Spirou, you know, the fireflies! Fantasio snaps sharply, obviously still asleep.
- Oh...Yes, yes... The fireflies, right, darling..." Spirou answers in a soothing voice, kissing his forehead.
Fantasio smiles, but suddenly, his blue eyes fill up with a very strange glow:
" Spirou you..."
The red-headed frowns and strokes away one of Fantasio's rebel blonde strands.
"What, sweetie?
- You're watching the fireflies, right? You ain't leaving them alone, are you?"
The fear in his eyes is such that Spirou immediately grasps the depth of the message, hiding behind the dream. He tenderly kisses Fantasio's forehead, then wedges his face back into his shoulder.
"I'm watching the fireflies, my darling. I have always watched the fireflies, and I always will. I promise you." he whispers.
Fantasio lets out a sigh and nestles further against Spirou, holding Spip tighter to his chest. Spirou takes advantage on the fact that he is asleep, and gently covers his hair with loving kisses. Then he watches the two beings he is holding: Fantasio is breathing softly, and Spip is huddling against him, letting out a little, cute whistling, like a baby.
Spirou watches them sleeping for a long time.
The two very creatures he loves the most in this world.
After a moment, he closes his book and puts his other arm around Fantasio, hugging both the blonde and Spip tighter to his chest.
And while he is smelling Fantasio's hair, he says to himself that he knows why he is born.
Oh yes, he knows.
He is born to watch the fireflies.
HIS fireflies.