Disclaimer: Not mine. But since they haunted my dreams over the last week I´m reconsidering...
Rating: M for implications (... well, mostly... I think..)
Warnings:dark fluff, yaoi, oneshot
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Sanctuary
by Kirin Morgenstern
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He won't regret it.
Not when Floréan is looking at him like that.
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It hadn't been easy. Not even for him. Especially not for him.
Not with memories shaking his hands and changing the smell of the expensive oil into something far far cheaper.
Not when he remembers the reasons why he learned to do this. And why he knows to do it so well.
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He had done it for love. For medicine. For clean water, so his mother wouldn't become even weaker.
He had done it out of despair. Because the hunger nearly killed him and there are only two ways a ten year old boy can survive on his own in Morocco. His younger self hadn't been much of a thief.
He had done it for money. Because at one point, he didn't knew the difference anymore.
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He is no virgin. Not innocent. In fact, he can't remember if he'd ever been.
He knows what to expect. Can't forget it for one single day. And, by the gods, he tried. With whiskey, with wine, with women.
With men.
There hadn't been a difference. Hadn't been salvation.
Not in the arms of Bacchus, not in the embrace of Aphrodite.
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And he knows what Floréan expects.
Knows it to the marrow of his bones. Feels it in every shaky breath of the man lying under him.
Floréan would never refuse him. He would give into him. Into Noir, simply because he is Floréan.
And that's enough of a reason in itself.
He feels it in his fingertips, stroking slowly over creamy white skin.
And he feels the change, the faltering of breath, when he changes his position.
Sees the surprise in Floréans eyes, when he lowers himself.
Feels it in the hands that are desperately grasping his trembling thighs.
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It burns. Even with the oil, even with the preparation.
But for the first time he isn't burning with shame.
Because he knows salvation by now. The color, the smell, the feel of it.
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It´s amethyst.
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FIN
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AN:
It´s (a bit) confusing. I apologize.
And yes, Noir is uke. In a way. I´m not sorry for that.
Please pretties, read and review! C & C always welcome!