Before i say anything, i want to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY feverxinduced! WHOO! yeah XD 19 today hehehe and gemini, i believe o.O so everyone lying in their bed right now waiting for some action here, take a moment and wish feverxinduced happy birthday :)):):):) alrighty haha hope you feel good now ;D
Anyway, this piece took me about a week. I'm an idiot and take the longest amount of time possible to write things... so, haha, if i find any typos in this, i swear to god... i will kill myself x.x not rlly :p soo this is supposed to be in Oto, and i'm not actually going to follow CLAMP'sstoryline in Oto... because i really, really dont feel like writing a giant fight scene XD ANYWAY, working on another chapter for anyone who dares follow this, reviews are precious, and give me maybe 10 days to update, PLEASE. Don't read it if you dont like it, thanks for reading and see you at the end XD
**DISCLAIMER, i do NOT own Tsubasa... or Kurogane or Mokona or Sakura or Yuko or Syorran or... or Fai... **breaks down in sobs** if i owned Fai, i would never let him leave my side and id do all the dirty things i make Kurogane do to him. Except.. i dont have a penis. oh well.**
Fai's hand moves back and forth, clutched tightly around what which is grasped in his delicate fist. He moves his arm faster and faster, pumping it for all he's worth. Wetness soaks over his fingers and onto his hands, back and forth and back and...
"The plate is done!" he sings out, handing it to Mokona to dry.
"Yaaaaay!" Mokona cheers, taking the plate and beginning to dry it. Mokona puts the completed one Mokona was just drying on the rack, working on the new one. Fai picks up another dish, pressing the scrubber on its smooth surface and pumping his arm again to scrape off every last food particle attached to the plate setting, letting his mind wander as he works. His hips wiggle to a tune in is head as he works, waving his little butt around.
It wanders first to Sakura, with her jade eyes and light brown hair, extremely dirty blonde if that's the way you want to look at it. He thinks of her, how she just has the air of a princess about her, even with most of her memories missing. The way she holds herself is so proud and poised, and ladylike, with a personality you just can't beat. So kind and sweet, which is what he's decided her nature is, but slightly dazed and confused... Though that's only natural.
A smile comes upon his lips, a bigger one then the usual one he uses to prove himself, tell everyone all the worlds are okay somewhere, somehow, no matter what.
He thinks to Syorran, with amber windows to his soul and chocolate locks, always falling into his eyes. He reminds Fai of a small brown puppy, and he almost, and he almost wishes he could just stick a tail and ears on his to see how me would look. Almost. Yûko would charge him.
"Mokona is done with Mokona's plate, Big Kitty-san," Mokona waves Mokona's arms for the now-clean plate Fai is rinsing, so he graciously hands it over and finds another in the sudsy water.
"Thank you for your help, Mokona," Fai smiles widely towards the little white puffball using its ears and stubby arms to slowly but surely dry the plate.
"Big Kitty-san is welcome!" Mokona chips. "Mokona always wants to help!"
Fai smiles again at him, feeling his eyes crinkle and muscles pull. It's the most familiar feeling he knows, that smile. Well, the second most familiar...
He pushes that aside and thinks back to Syorran. Strong. Determined. Caring. He knows how it feels to love and lose the most important thing in his life. To lose... The most... Important...
Fai feels his smile falter a bit and forces it back up, handing it to squealing Mokona, grateful that it was the last one. He feels that first familiar feeling coming, creeping up from his chest from the depths of his heart and spreading its black tendrils all through his body.
"Thank you, Mokona," he says again, quieter, struggling to keep his voice steady. He rips out the plug of the sink and tears at the now he tied behind his apron, desperate to get out and get alone. Released from the water-proof smock he hangs it and practically runs from the kitchen through the left door to his quarters, demanding to be alone.
He hurries to his room, shutting the door with a slight bang and looking around. Closet in the far left corner with the full length mirror on the door, bed in the bottom left, desk on the right wall and table in the middle of the room, door to the balcony and the door to the rest of the house in parallel corners to the right. He stumbles towards fresh air, leaning his weight onto the threshold of the balcony.
Why now? Why now does this have to come? It's been so long, I've been alone so long, why now in the company of people-caring people-does this happen to me... Why...
Fai is really fighting against the pain now, muscles shaking and heart pounding heavily against his breast.
Mokona was too happy. Is he beginning to trust me? Am I something to him? Is he something to me?
Fai's head shakes back and forth, violently flinging around impossibly blonde waves.
Mokona is nothing. None of them are anything to me. They aren't, I can't let them be. I-
"Fai-san?" an uncertain voice winds through the door, accompanied with a soft knock. Fai's breath cuts short.
"Sakura-chan?" his voice cracks in his surprised state so he clears his throat, trying again. Tears sting at his eyes. "Sakura-chan? What is it?"
He composes himself as he crosses the room and opens the door, putting on his regular smile and denying the tears. There stands Sakura, dressed elegantly in her pink flowered garment with the lovely flowing sleeves, hanging down now and revealing her delicate wrists with her hands balled together at her throat.
"Fai-san, when do you... Fai-san? Is everything alright?" her look of concern focuses onto him, eyebrows pulling together.
"Of course! Why?" Oh dear, what do I look like? he thinks, nervously patting his hair down, damn the unmanageable mane.
"Your eyes are pink," she lays one hand softly on his cheek, her soft cheek almost making Fai spill everything, but he just bends his face into a reassuring smile.
"Oh, I was dusting and some dirt just got into my eyes," the lie comes flawlessly and naturally to his lips, convincing both she and himself. He takes on Sakura's new problem, shoving his own aside.
"So, Sakura-ch- ah, but here we are Big Kitty and Little Kitty, aren't we? I completely forgot!" Sakura's eyes widen and her pink lips part, utterly adorable to Fai's eyes. He smiles warmly, looking down at her. "So, Little Kitty-chan, is anything wrong?"
"Oh, no," she smiles, her concerned kindness seeping from her emerald irises. Fai grins wider. "I was just wondering when Sy- I mean, Little Puppy-kun- and Big Puppy-San will be back?"
"Hmm," his finger taps on his lip and he takes a step forward, closing his door and leading Sakura down the hall back to the kitchen. She follows closely, patiently awaiting answer as Fai passes through the door. He honestly has to think about this one. "Well, they went Oni hunting, didn't they?"
"Yes?"
"So..." he pauses to let his smile grow. "I have no idea!" he takes his apron from its hook and ties it on his hips. Again, concern marks the princess' features. Fai hands her her frilly apron, spinning towards the pantry. "Don't be worried, Little Kitty-chan! We'll make cake to make Big Doggy-rin and Little Doggy-kun happy when they get back!"
Mokona cheers from the drying rack where Mokona must have been resting. Sakura readily agrees and they get to work, happy and ready to please.
In the middle of their cake-making Sakura collapses, so she's fast asleep in her room with Mokona when both doggies return. Sitting at the counter on a stool reading a book on pastries with his legs crossed together, Fai's guard goes up when he hears the creak of the front door opening. But, hearing also the familiar weight and pace of their steps, he relaxes and checks the time. They enter and Fai grins, setting down his book.
"Welcome home! Did you two receive any rewards?" he bounces over to the cake to take it out. Perfect timing. No... Hitsuzen. Kurogane shuffles around the counter and Fai heard Syorran flop down on a stool, the metal legs clattering slightly as Fai stuffs his hands into the two fluffy yellow oven mitts and retrieves the steaming chocolate cake from its heated confines.
"Yes," Kurogane grumbles. "Two HE-2, one NI-4, and a HO-3. We'll collect it all tomorrow."
Good, we'll have more money for food stuffs and clothes... And Yûko. She'd like that.
"Are there any injuries on Big or Little Doggy?" Fai turns with a smile, finally looking at the two. They both look intact, except Syorran is practically sleeping upright. Fai clicks his tongue, pulling off his mitts. Kurogane grunts a yes and Syorran just barely nods, his eyelids sticking together.
"Little Puppy-kun to bed," Fai sings, transitioning into "mommy" mode, as he likes to call it, taking care of the two younger persons in the group. He came up with it shortly after Kurogane and Syorran began to pair off from Sakura and he; like two male and two female, which is perfectly fine by he.
"Huh?" Syorran jolts. "No, it's fine, I..." Fai puts a finger on his lips, leading him by his shoulders out of the right door to his room.
"Go to sleep, Little Doggy-kun. You deserve it after fighting all of those scary monsters."
Syorran bows slightly, too tired to do much else. He enters the room with a mumbled "thank you," and Fai shuts the door, skipping back to his cake.
"Big Doggy-woof, would you like some cake?" The slender man holds a thin plastic cutting board flat in his hands and waves it like a fan, cooling down the pastry. Kurogane growls, a sound Fai most definitely likes no matter how much he tries to convince himself otherwise, and subconsciously tries to her out of him as much as possible. The sound is a sound of dominance, of masculinity, and makes his toes curl against his will.
"Don't call me that. And I hate sweets."
"You hate my sweets, Big Doggy-moo?" Fai pouts playfully at him, though it does hurt slightly because it's what he cooks best, sweets.
"Not just yours, all of them. And stop calling me that!" he stands up abruptly, walking back around the island.
"Where are you going?" Fai drops the cutting board beside the cake and removes the apron, slinging it aside in his attempt to keep pace with the shadowy man in a shadowy suit. He really doesn't want to be alone tonight; too many problems, too many feeling resurfacing that he really doesn't want to handle tonight or ever, and staying out with people, especially Kurogane, will help keep his mind busy.
"Out," Kurogane grunts. Fai jumps and claps, following him out through the main part of their café and through the front door holding his bowler hat in one hand and clad otherwise in a just spiffing tuxedo of the world and of his work, though it's not really quite his style.
"Out where?" Fai questions. Falling into step beside the cranky ninja. He doesn't seem to mind Fai's company too much, and of course, neither does Fai.
"Drinking. Somewhere I can relax. You're welcome to come," he adds gruffly and sarcastically, knowing Fai is following either way. He can sense that he's in a needy mood and it worries him slightly, but not really, but he still doesn't mind him too much. Fai claps his hands, playing along.
"Oh thank you, Big Doggy-pipi!" Fai cheers, clapping his hands more. Kurogane growls out a "Don't call me that!" and shakes his head as they proceed down the street.
Fai thinks of Kurogane now as they walk in silence, of how guarded and snappy he is. Still short tempered but less mean and self absorbed as when their journey started, Fai is drawn to him. It scares him and he pulls from it normally, but now he wants and needs him to keep his feelings locked away and in check. For hundreds of years he would go to Chii for comfort, but that isn't possible now, so he uses his traveling companions without their knowing and without pushing them into anything, just letting their company warm him and keep his smile glowing bright. Especially Kurogane! With his dark, spiky hair, scarlet eyes, tanned skin, muscles, strength...
Fai smacks himself sharply across the face. This isn't okay! He can't think like that!
"What the hell was that?" questions Kurogane in an annoyed voice. Fai smiles innocently.
"I thought there was a bug on my cheek," he lies. Kurogane nods.
The bar they go to is a different one then the one Clover, this one being called Four-Leaf. It's much the same, but with stronger alcohol. By the time Kurogane is ready to drag Fai home Fai is already a little over buzzed and bubbly, but not drunk enough to have no logic. They head back after Fai makes sure they bring bottle extra home after a night of talk about where they may go to next and Sakura's feathers and Oni hunting and Yûko and their café, nothing overly exciting. Fai is running his mouth like an excited teenage girl on a roll about different difficult recipes and their different hardships, obviously under the influence. He's talking about a type of cookie when a shop catches his eye across the street. In the front windows are the cutest, frilliest, skimpiest maid's outfits he's ever seen. And he has to have one.
"Kuro-rinnnnnnn," Fai whines, resting his weight on the larger man's shoulder. He glares at him from the corner of his eye.
"What?"
"Kuro-rinnnnnnn, can I have some money?"
"You're drunk," he states, continuing to walk. Fai pouts.
"Not that drunk," he huffs, sticking his lip out farther.
"You're still drunk."
He's frustrating, and Fai needs some money for the costume. He'd use his own but he doesn't have his money from the café workings with him because he left it in the apron pocket in his hurry to leave with Kurogane. So... He needs his money, and he knows just how to get it.
"Pleaaaaaaaaaaase? Pleasey?" he begs. "Please please please pleaaaaaa-"
"Fine! Here!" Kurogane shoves the card at Fai, right into his palm. He stares at it, grinning like an idiot in his success. "Take it! Just stop asking! And be home in an hour, because I am not coming with you, or I'm coming to get you myself and not letting you out of the café again, you got that? It's dangerous here at night."
Fai nods stupidly, too caught up in the money and too drunk to care. He continues to stare at the card as Kurogane leaves and turns the corner, edited animating and hauling tight little ass to the lingerie shop just across the street.
There's a girl at the counter who watches him oddly as he riffles through the racks for a perfect dress in his size, staring with orange eyes as he claims the one. He smiles and stares back with his crystal-blue ones, paying for his purchase.
"For my girlfriend," he explains with a slight slur and a goofy smile. He's glad that his clothes mostly hide his size and the blue-haired girl can't tell that they're his dimensions the dress will fit. Her face clears at his answer as she rings up his purchase and hands back the bag and money.
"Have fun," she chuckles. Fai thanks and tells her he will, skipping off with his bag full of Amazingness. Once he gets home he plans to steal three bottles of the bar's super-concentrated, 80% alcohol content special saké, put on his new dress, and have the time of his life dancing around drunk line an idiot and then go spy on Kurogane until he passes out. Which is pretty much what he does.
He sneaks into the house, dropping his bag off into his room and returning Kurogane his money. Their rooms are beside each other in the left wing of the house with Syorran and Sakura's rooms in the ride side. The kitchen is in the middle with the baths and toilets in the back, and in the front, the actual café. Fai checks on the children quietly, crossing the house and finding them plus Mokona all sound asleep, so he creeps back into the kitchen to steal his drink. He rolls the bottles in his hands and feels the liquid sloshing around, a pang of guilt and hurt stabbing into his chest. He pops the top off of one and takes a drink, falling farther into his drunken high. It's easy enough to steal the bottles with Kurogane in his room but he closes his door softly nonetheless, dumping the glass holders of his joy onto the wooden table in the center of the room and unbuttons his jacket. He drops it carelessly onto the floor, undoing his tie next and flinging that onto the chair at his desk. He shimmies from his undershirt and drops his pants, raising the opened bottle back to his pale lips and gulping greedily. It fights against the frustrating pain he's feeling and makes it go away. That's all he wants... For it to go away...
His legs carry him before the mirror, eyes skimming down the form standing there in his boxers. He looks pretty, not handsome or manly like one would hope. With his definite curves and soft looks, he's almost like a delicate sort of swan, or a Siamese cat. He moves his slim body with grace, swaying his hips and taking another glug. Easily the palest of their group, practically albino but for the golden hue of his clean, fluffy, flyaway hair and the piercing blue ice of his irises, holder of his magic and rimmed red, his ribs poke out a bit but his stomach muscles slope and curve gorgeously, the shadows catching each of the softly defined lines. His skin, he's proud to say, is flawlessly smooth and now without the seal covering his back it looks less pale but still almost snow white. The surface is practically unmarked and he runs a hand over his side, feeling the soft rub. It reminds him of satin. His chest is thin and his nipples are small and pink, adding to his girlish air. Going against all of that is the large bulge in his turquoise boxer briefs, larger then average and well taken care of. Another swig of alcohol swirls through his system, muscles rippling and shifting with the gulp. The alcohol comforts him from the inside out. He sets down the saké, satisfied with his look for the moment, wiggling his long, slender fingers in excitement to try on his new outfit. The tags pop when he yanks them off and throws them aside, squeezing his lean form into the garment. Straps here, ties there, buttons, pull... Tada!
He spreads his arms before the full-length, marveling at the whorishness of it all. A smirk comes to his lips. He looks like a slut.
The sleeves are attached at the bottom to the rest of the body, like white lace hanging on his shoulders. There's a black collar like that of a maid's dress around his neck with a snap at the back and a button on the front with two little ribbons and chains connecting to the tops of the sleeves with buttons on either side and a red bow around his neck, and then the actual dress.
The body is black, two semi-circles of material with white frill rimming the edges and covering parts of his chest and bits of his sides but leaving the rest of his front and back wide open, the red ribbon dangling down and brushing against his navel. Another pair of black ribbons make a sort of criss-cross over his lower back and attach to the skirt, which is connected by those ribbons and two studded straps on the sides. It's barely even a skirt and he has to change his underwear to make it work and not dangle, giggling all the while, especially at the miniature white apron on the front. It's genius.
Fai lifts the saké and drinks deep to lose himself even more. On goes the little white hat and knee-high fishnets, the black flats...
Fai's giggling gets louder the more he drinks as twirls around and watches himself, eyes rimmed red and cheeks flushed out. It's not like him to be this vain but it's also not like him to be this drunk.
Each glimpse of the trampy outfit sends a new wave of bubbly glee from his mouth until he flops down on the bed howling in hysterics. He's finished two of his bottles already and, composing himself as much as he can, he opens the third and prepares to spy on Kurogane. Now's about the time he takes his bath if he hasn't been in the whole time, so this should be interesting. But now that he's lying here on his back... How to get up?
Everything swims and is practically slow-motion, so his coordination is shot. He rolls back and forth on his back like a turtle, gasping the air until he's finally over and staggers to his feet, swaying and giggling and reaching for that last bottle of saké.
"Oh my God!" he shrieks. He holds the bottle by its neck in his hand, a sudden realization coming to him. "MEOW!"
The drink is at his lips and he bursts out laughing, not giving a single damn about anything, screaming "MEOW!" at the top of his lungs and gulping liquid bliss, completely forgetting Kurogane. He's Big Kitty, he should be meowing! So he twirls and screams and spins and laughs, warmness coursing through his body as he twirls and screams and-
"What the fuck is going on here?" the door bursts open at Kurogane's fist, hair dripping wet from his nightly bath. He's wearing night clothes, just a simple shirt and pair of pants hanging around his legs. At the sight of Fai his jaw drops and eyes bug wide, stopping short in shock. Fai stops too, stumbling against the wall and gaping a moment with huge, bloodshot azure eyes. He drops the last few inches of alcohol onto whatever happens to be under his grip and raises his hand up, pointing at Kurogane.
"Kuro-moo is a goldfish!" he finally howls, referring to his gaping expression as lips open and close soundlessly like one of those awkward golden fish. "Ahhhh! Goldfish! MEOW!" he howls and lurches forward, staggering and tripping backwards onto the table. His back bends back but he just giggles uncontrollably, his stomach aching from it all. Kurogane pulls himself together as much as he can and commences yelling at Fai.
"Mage, what the hell? What the hell are you doing? And what the hell are you wearing?"
Fai just laughs and struggles on his back to get up, but alas, he is stuck to the edge of the table. He can't move much without the wood cutting into his spine.
"Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow," he gasps in choppy breaths between bursts of twitters, hands too weak from laughing at Kurogane's hilarious expression to moe them. "Kuro... Big Doggy... Kuro... Help... Heeelp..." he whimpers, still giggling, but he honestly does need help. The position is beginning to hurt. Kurogane rushes over and pulls Fai up with one hand in his shoulder and the other on his back to hold him up, shock etched into his swimming features.
"What are you doing?" he demands again. Fai continues to howl and clutch onto Kurogane so he doesn't fall, giggling like a schoolgirl hyena.
"Meowww, meow meow meow!" he sings. Kurogane doesn't know what else to do but put one hand over Fai's mouth. Fai crosses his eyes and puffs out his cheeks like a blowfish.
"You'll wake the boy and the princess," Kurogane hisses, pressing against Fai's lips with the palm of his hand. Fai breathes quickly and raggedly through his nose, giggling all the while.
"Will you quiet down?" Kurogane snarls. "I don't want to kill you from hyperventilation. And all the saké on the floor... Ugh... It's on the bed! Why did you..." he's still slightly shocked, grumbling in annoyance too, and actually worried about Fai and how much he drank. At the bar he downed four cups of fairly strong mixes and he can see three large bottles at different points in the room. A small niggling thought in his head makes him wonder how anyone can hold that much liquor, but it's hundreds of years of practice and loneliness, not that he knows that. Fai begins to claw weakly on his arm, short of air. Kurogane's mind is slow to react but he releases Fai to gulp the air desperately.
"Meowwwwww... Meowwwwww..." he wheezes and stumbles forward, attempting to take a single step. Kurogane holds out one arm to catch the limber man's form and he slumps over it, mewling and giggling. Kurogane proceeds to tow him from the saké reeking room, trying to get him to a place where there's dry space for him to lie down and get calm and sober. Fai's mind is somewhere else, though, and he strains towards the bottle on the ground with outstretched arms.
"My saké! My saké! Kuro-rin, we're leaving my saké!" he shrieks in horror, reaching out and stumbling and pulling, making it as difficult as he can to let him haul him away. Kurogane growls and throws Fai over his shoulder like a sack of flour, a surprised "meow!" busting from his lips. He tosses him onto his bed in the other room, bouncing on the taut springs.
"Stay," he commands. Fai, giggling with his mind completely blown with his short tide over the warrior's shoulder, fluffs at his skirt. Kurogane leaves the room to clean up Fai's mess, but Fai just won't have it.
"Kuro-tan! Kuro-tan!" he screams in a hoarse voice. "Come back! Come here!"
Kurogane jumps into the room with his red eyes glowing in fury. "I told you to be quiet! And don't call me that! ... How the hell did you end up upside down?"
He crosses to Fai's ever giggling form. Fai has no clue whatsoever how he ended up upside down, nor does he care. Kurogane flips him over by his waist and all of a sudden he feels himself between his legs, his head pressing into the material holding him down. His eyes widen and he gasps.
"Kuro-chin," he looks at Fai strangely, still bent over from his turn-over.
"What?"
Fai grabs a handful of his shirt and pull him in for a kiss without thinking, mashing his lips sloppily against his and holding him there by the thin material, catching the flesh of his lip automatically between his front teeth and biting slightly. Kurogane freezes, all except for inside his pants, and doesn't react until Fai releases him, staring wide-eyed. He's still too shocked by the magician's behavior to do much, and now he's tired, and has a buzz himself. He stares and stares, head trying to wrap around what just happened, until Fai opens his mouth.
"Kuro-puun, I'm horny," he whines, pawing his chest with soft knuckles. The words leave his mouth only a moment after he thinks them and he's really losing control of his body. He gropes and pulls at Kurogane, who twists away.
"No! Come on! You're... No!" he doesn't act as Fai had expected him to act. He was expecting more anger and disgust, not this look of vulnerability, this look of almost... Fear, that he knows, even so far gone, very few people have ever seen, if any.
"Kurooo..." Fai reaches off of the bed towards him and pitches forward. The floor leaps towards his face. Tears come to Fai's eyes from his body's reaction of a clenching stomach and throbbing head, a slight groan escaping his lips. He hasn't drank this much in ages... And it's not even the most he's ever drank.
"Kuuuuuuuro-pon, pleeeease," he begs, bending his neck up and gazing at Kurogane with moisture glistening in his eyes, catching the light like small diamonds beside sapphire gems. Kurogane's heart gives a lurch. The bastard is playing with his feelings. Damn, he does it well, too. It's been hard enough keeping his from the mage, his wants and needs, but now... This is just too much.
"You're gonna hurt yourself... Come on..." Kurogane lifts Fai tenderly back up to the bed and Fai uses that as another excuse to claim Kurogane's lips, tangling his long fingers into his dark hair so this time he can't escape, encircling his neck with his arms to further imprison him. Kurogane hands on his hip and ribs burn in a way he can't ignore and can't deny.
Fai opens Kurogane's frozen mouth with his own, feeling his slightly alcoholic breath fill his own mouth. Even completely wasted Fai tastes sweet, not Kurogane's favorite taste, but like a mix of vanilla and honey and... Fai. His tongue stabs into Kurogane's as he slowly gives into his desires, tangling his in and exploring Fai's mouth. He lays himself across Fai's scantly clad form on the bed, elevating his hips ever so slightly.
"That was too easy," Fai gasps as they break for air, voice slurred and dripping with lust. Kurogane grunts, kissing his jaw as he talks and feeling the prickly hair tickle his nose. He moves from his chin to right before his ear, taking his tongue and running it up his ear. Fai shudders beneath him, a whine escaping his lips as Kurogane growls right into his ear.
"Shut up before I change my mind," the ninja warns, lifting his head and glaring into Fai's half-closed, glassy eyes. "We're both drunk... So it's not taking advantage... So... Fuck it."
"Fuck me," giggles Fai, tugging his head back down, thrusting his tongue against his newly found partner's. It's all his can feel, all he can process, Kurogane's body warm and firm on his, muscles tight and clenched. He runs his hands over them as they kiss and feel them move and tighten as his fingers touch and Kurogane moves to kiss him deep, pressing into him with a passion he didn't know he had. Fai burns on the outside from the physical touch he do desperately needed and glows comfortingly from the inside, alcohol coursing through his veins and sloshing in his stomach. Their tongues and mouths mesh and press into each other's, Fai's reactions slow but Kurogane's quick and sharp, adding to his arousal with each passing moment. Kurogane still has one hand on his hip but now the other is holding him up, bent at the elbow and his fingers under Fai's head to get him even closer. His legs are on either side of the slighter man's body, slowly lowering his hips so both of their members brush through material. Fai moans into Kurogane, shoving his hips up into the pressure he wants and needs. Kurogane grunts, pushing his hip back down with his hand.
"You planned this, didn't you?" Kurogane snarls, breaking away. Fai's mouth stays open and gaping, blank eyes big and surprised. Pl..ann...ed? What?
Thought is sluggish and hard so he's giving up thinking and letting his body do the talking. But Kurogane wants an answer, and god knows that Fai would do anything for the man even if he denies it himself, so he forces himself to come up with an answer for him. Kurogane's is almost afraid that the mother of the house's head is going to explode with how hard he's trying to think, and feeling Kurogane's erection against his pelvic isn't necessarily helping his thought process. After about a minute of countless false starts and blinks, he answers Kurogane.
"I dunnoo..." the letters mesh and jumble with the rest of the word. Kurogane grunts and takes the answer, rubbing his calloused hands all over Fai's body, which isn't hard to do considering what he's wearing. He has sharp angles that are softened by his attitude, of those fake smiles he puts on. His ribs are fairly prominent but rounded and his hands glide across them with the softness of his skin. His hips stick out and he trails his fingers across them, across the pant like of his waistband. He feels the curve of his chest and the dip of his collarbone, lowering his lips to his neck and sucking gently. Fai whimpers and moans, squirming underneath him but obviously enjoying it. He presses his hips up against Kurogane, pulls at the material of his shirt to make it go away. His head is bent to the side to allow Kurogane easier access to torment him with, precum already soaking into his underwear with just his touch. Kurogane detaches himself from Fai and slides off his shirt in a swift move. Fai's hands immediately trail his abs and chest, feeling the bulges of his muscles under hot skin. He drags his nails across his skin and Kurogane grants an approving growl, leaning back over Fai.
"Kitty wants it rough," Fai mewls, nibbling on Kurogane's earlobe and jawline. Kurogane growls again, grinding his hips slowly but tightly down against Fai's unmercifully and sending soft mews cascading from his almost bruised lips. Kurogane pins his arms down for a moment, forcing him back down to the bedding and eyeing him hungrily.
"I can do that," he rumbles. He releases Fai's arms and slowly starts to strip him, figuring out how the thing works and removing it piece by piece. First goes the collar with the sleeves, and the chest piece, and the sides... His hips roll back and forth along Fai's earning mewl after shuddering mewl, the slender man's body quaking beneath his. He purrs and moans slightly and makes noises he didn't even know he could, tossing his head around in slight distress and squeezes his eyes shut. Kurogane is down to only the obnoxious skirt, the rest caught around his thin waist. He almost can't stand the noises Fai is making, how taunting pleasing and pleased they are. From the waist up both of them are bare, but they both know they want more. Much more.
"Kuro-sexy," Fai moans, wrapping his legs around the other's waist and biting down on his collarbone. Kurogane pushes at him, detaches him from his body onto the bed and stands up, distancing himself.
"No!" Fai screams once it's processed in his mind that Kurogane moved. Tears come to his eyes and spill down his cheeks, façade shattered completely. He can't leave him, not now, not like this. "NO! Don't leave me! Please! I need you!"
The words almost snap Kurogane's murderous heart in two and he hushes Fai the only way he knows how now, the only way comfortable and right, with his rough lips on the other's slightly abused ones, shoving him into the pillow. His hands are on either side of his head and Fai reached up for him, hands pressing onto his chest.
What's with him? Does he really think I'd leave him? I'm not that much of an asshole...
Kurogane pulls away from Fai's mouth and hisses hotly into his ear.
"I was closing the damn door so we don't wake up and scar the other ones. You're loud enough already. Relax."
He rises again, leaving Fai anxiously splayed on the bed. He promises himself right then and there that if Kurogane leave it doesn't matter anyway, he means nothing to him, nothing, masturbation is good enough... Or maybe... A hooker...
Kurogane turns to his sniffling form halfway through his thoughts, seeing the wetness across his cheeks and shaking his head, growling.
"Relax," he repeats. The door shuts with a small click and he makes his way back with his hands hovering at his waistband. He fiddles with the button there, trying to free his erection caught against his tight pants. Fai sits up and reaches, needing his touch, needing his attention. Kurogane drops his pants, sliding back onto Fai, feeling skin on skin and reveling in it. He growls louder so that it's almost a snarl, burying his face in Fai's neck for a moment and taking in his honey and vanilla scent, the same as his taste. Fai is slowly being driven insane by the contact touching all over and breathing tantalizingly on his neck. He squirms, presses, yearns, whimpers for more. He needs more. He needs Kurogane, only Kurogane, to give him more. Not that hooker. Wait... A hooker... Is he even straight after this? Is he...
"Ahh," he gasps. Kurogane is pulling at his skirt, dragging the fluffy material off, biting and kissing at the sensitive spot behind Fai's ear and under his jaw. He whimpers again, forgetting his train of thought, arching up to his touch. He moves down his chest, biting at his right nipple and swirling his tongue around. In his drunken state Fai can't tell if the feeling is magnified or dulled, but either way, the soft wetness of Kurogane's mouth on him sends shaky, pleased sounds from his lips as he moves from one to the other, swirling his tongue around the tender flesh and sucking, nibbling. He continues to strip Fai and move his mouth down his body with the movement, taking off his shoes and socks, biting and kissing the bare skin along his stomach in a way that he knows pinches but won't draw blood... Bruises, he can't guarantee, but the bastard said he wanted it rough and he's completely inexperienced at this, killing things in his path instead of showing them such gentleness and care like he's doing now, so this is as rough as he's letting himself get.
"Kuro... Oh... Kuro..." Fai moans loudly, arching up further for him. Kurogane smirks, drawing his head back from
Fai's skin and stiffening. He looks at Fai with an odd expression, the same the store clerk gave him earlier.
"You're wearing panties," he mumbles flatly, dumbfounded. Fai blinks dumbly, smiling, panting and whimpering. Kurogane sighs, shakes his head, and slides the lacy pink things down and off of Fai's legs. His thumbs graze down his hips and thighs and down all the rest, dropping them carelessly on the ground.
"Damn," Kurogane murmurs, face-to-face with the one thing that's killed all possibilities of Fai being female, which he is beginning to question. Kurogane is proud of his size but damn, is Fai close. Fai, previously squirming and whining, looks down at him in puzzlement. Kurogane smirks wickedly at him, almost sending him over the edge right there with that one look. He sticks out his pink tongue, licking him up from the curled blonde hair at his base all the way to the weeping hole at his tip and tasting that honey vanilla all the way. Fai cries out, pushing his hips towards Kurogane and the wonderful, ecstatic feeling he's getting. Kurogane repeats his move, Fai's entire body shaking in earnest and throaty moans erupting from his lips. Kurogane, after a moment's hesitation, curls his lips and takes Fai in from his pink head, inch by inch, even where Fai knows where he should be gagging, plunging him down in the warm, wet confines of his throat until his nose is in those curls. Fai groans, bucking slightly, feeling his saliva slick and coat all over his over average dick. Kurogane growls feeling Fai's pleasure twitch and Fai gives another groan, fingers clutching at the spread on Kurogane's bed. He pulls his head up and down, listening to Fai pant and moan, using his tongue to get noise out of him that's slowly hardening him beyond belief. He comes off with a pop, not hardly enough to keep Fai at bay, running his hand up and down with a loosely tight grip and sufficiently teasing the pale magician. Fai shivers and whimpers, begging, and Kurogane slides up his body, putting two fingers into his mouth. Fai automatically begins to suck on them and taste his own sweet taste, getting his spit all over, bobbing his head. Kurogane smirks at Fai watching him work like he just did, making Fai whine around his fingers. He grunts at the feeling and pulls his hand away, using one to hold himself up and the other to roughly push his legs apart. He traces his three dry fingers feather-light against the flesh there, tickling twin orbs and feeling him twitch and tighten, too close to his fancy. Fai keeps on moaning, gasping, yearning. Kurogane spreads him farther and traces along his opening experimentally, feeling Fai buck and cry just as he plunges his appendage in. Fai screams and Kurogane slams a hand over his mouth, muffling the loudness. He moves his finger in and out at a maddening pace, waiting for the muscles to relax around it. He grazes a spit Fai didn't even know he had, deep inside him, over and over and over again and keeping Fai loud in Kurogane's palm. He melts, whimpering and trembling and relaxing so Kurogane adds his second, the walls tightening again. He moves those, hitting and hitting Fai's spot, listening to his noises with interest. They make him grunt and want, but he patiently waits for Fai to relax, scissoring slightly and then farther, stretching him apart, almost further then Fai can bear. It's when he figures he'll tear but really doesn't care, he can't think much anyway. He sticks in three, feels the muscles relaxed, removes himself and his boxers, finally. Fai is bent back whimpering, eyes closed, bottom lip quivering. Kurogane replaces where his hand was with his hips, face directly over Fai's with how his back in bent. His hands are at the other's shoulders, holding his weight up right above them, wet precum on Fai's newly stretched opening. Kurogane presses slightly, watching Fai's face. It tightens as he enters, shaking slightly. Kurogane can't help but groan at his tightness, of how his walls squeeze him, and Fai screams. He just screams, tightly encompassing Kurogane's arousal and squeezing it almost painfully. He pulls out, brushing against his spot. Fai arcs, reaching up and grabbing Kurogane's shoulders with his fingernails. Kurogane thrusts in again, jabbing the spot, shoving Fai's shoulders into his wrists. His screams and whimpers fill the room with Kurogane's pants and groans, steadily increasing in sound as they increase in speed. Kurogane pushes and pulls, harder each time. Fai's cock leaks on his pelvic and lower stomach, the head rubbing there and adding to his noises. His eyelids flutter and mouth gapes open in a slightly comical look if it weren't so damn hot, sucking in air. His fingernails draw blood from Kurogane's flesh as he grips them but the warrior doesn't mind, just hearing Fai's screams of absolute ecstasy and feeling him around him keeps him from it. He couldn't be in a better moment.
Fai feels a passion building within him, threatening to burst him apart. He can't get enough oxygen, can't make enough noise, Kurogane can't get deep enough. He moans again, screams out his name trying to grab his attention.
"Let... Me... On... Top..." he gasps, scratching at his chest. Kurogane stares, halting, sweat trickling down his temples and into his glazed eyes. The doubt in his eyes leads Fai to tighten his muscles, squeezing Kurogane tightly. They both make a noise, Kurogane a long, low, animal growl and Fai a delicate, passionate mewl, and in two seconds Kurogane is lying on his back to the mercy of Fai. He knows the man has too much dignity and honor to do this for just anyone, but no matter what, he knows his dick is never going up his ass.
Fai smirks down at Kurogane, pushing up and dropping down at a slower rate then Kurogane could get but deeper with all of his weight shoving him far inside. They both groan and Fai feels him low in his belly, pushing himself up and down. Kurogane grabs a hold on Fai's neglected member, the other assisting him on pushing him up by his hip, running one thumb firmly over his head, swollen and dripping. Fai screams louder then before, entire body tightening up and, like a chain reaction, sending a groan from Kurogane. He tightens his grip, leaning back. Fai can feel that he's close and getting closer, pumping his hand tightly up and down his length and matching Fai's pace, touching on all the sensitive areas on his flesh. Fai whimpers. One more thrust and a jerk and he's gone, bending his back towards Kurogane. Light flashes before him eyes and his muscles clench tight, white strands splaying across Kurogane's chest. He groans loudly with Fai's piercing cry, a miracle the rest of the house-the rest of the neighborhood-hasn't heard already. Kurogane shoots deep into Fai and his seed oozes out across his base and balls, Fai's body shaking as he rides out his violent, alcohol intensified orgasm. He collapses against Kurogane's chest after one more almost frozen moment standing stock still, head thrown back and hands on the others stomach, falling into his own mess. Kurogane throws an arm over the smaller man's back and rolls them over, holding himself on top. He pulls out with a grunt, leaning over the other. He's huffing, exhausted, kissing his new lover with a passion he only saves for fighting. Fai barely has enough energy to muster up and kiss him back, body weak and head swimming as they lie nude, locked in a heated show of affection.
"Kuro-sticky!" Fai moans, the white spunk covering his entire front. Kurogane chuckles, standing up with Fai in his arms, holding him tightly against his heart and pulling out. He bites Fai's ear softly, getting one last soft moan.
"I'm taking you back to the bath with me," he growls. But Fai just isn't listening. He blacks out just then, plunging into a darkness filled with alcohol- and Kurogane-warmed dreams. Kurogane sighs.
He shouldn't have gotten so drunk, he thinks. Then again... I shouldn't have fucked him.
He walks quietly to the bath and washed them both off, careful to keep the slumbering mage from drowning. With them both clean he gets dressed back in his nightclothes and puts Fai in his, tucking him into the remaining clean sheets. The costume Fai was wearing earlier is violently kicked under the bed, Kurogane still shocked that the man wore it. Although, the thing was actually pretty hot on him, for whatever reason. At this point he just doesn't care, he's too damn tired he can barely keep his eyes open, let alone stand, and he sees no other option so he curls his body around Fai's, successfully spooning the other against his chest with an unusual... Love, would this be? coursing through his veins as he drifts into sleep pondering what he just did for maybe 6 seconds before letting a welcomes sleep take him away.
Did i mention this was 14 pages on paper, 13 typed? yup. so. Review if you'd like, follow, I might also do a (non-pairing... maybe...) +Anima and i reallllly want to do an Ouran Highschool Hostclub HikaruxKauro! shit i cant spell his name... someone help... x.x so YEAH after a week i've finally finished... finnallyyy... I love Fai but god is he going to have the worst hangover ever hehe... sorry about being all angsty too DX i'll try and be less angsty hehe enough angst... alright, Author Note out, have a good one!
~Jessie Apocalypse