Disclaimer: Peace Maker Kurogane is the creation of Kuroro Nanae, not mine.
Summary: Their world was hurtling fast into madness.
Author's notes: Fic #8 for Livejournal community Ficlets on Demand's Fic a Day June Challenge '08. Request: Nightime rain by aravistarkheena.
Maelstrom
by monitor screen
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The rain fell hard around them, obscuring everything.
Hungry lips latched onto the back of his neck, sucking and biting. Susumu bended his head, obligingly offering better access, feeling the hair that was not his drenched in the rain. Their fukuchou had gotten thinner since... before, but it was still whipcord muscles on the arm encircling his waist. Hot breath ghosted over his skin; a strong, lethal hand pressed onto the fold of his kimono, firm against his chest.
Against his beating heart.
When the hands tried to turn him around, Susumu resisted. He could tell that the paint and powder mask he had put on was melting, washing away under ruthless onslaught from a moonless sky. There was no way for the illusion to maintain if he let his ruined facade be seen; he had broken his role. He led one sword-worn hand to his face, confessing his failing.
The voice, gruff but earnest in the cold downpour, held absolution, "It's alright." Enforced with a kiss to his ear, "I remember enough for the both of us."
The hand drifted to part Susumu's long fake hair, trailing underneath to where his own ratty half-length mingled amongst luxurious black silk. Rain plastered the white fabric of the kimono onto his skin, stolen geta barely saving him from the puddle forming at their feet. It was all wrong.
But their world was hurtling fast into madness; everything they knew was on the verge of crumbling. Days, hours, seconds away.
Susumu let himself be moved, caught and returned the kiss.
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