Melted Frost

Before anyone reads this;
1) No, this is not a one-shot.
2) Yes, it starts out slow but I don't like jumping into something right off the bat unless it's a crack-fic.
3) Yes, it's Akito's perspective. I figured Kouya's is too obvious so why not try his? Sorry if he sounds totally funky since this isn't even my character to begin with and I had almost no idea what he could be thinking at any given point.
4) This story takes place before the RP threads '[i]New Beginnings[/i]' and after '[i]Your Reward: More Hardship[/i].' I do not have an exact date but basically, it is after Akito and Kouya begin to look for Neko but before they finally locate his location in Dracula's castle in the Castlevania world.
5) Feedback is appreciated but no flames. Criticism is only liked if you have a direct inclination as to why you are criticizing to begin with. If you just say, "Oh god this stinks I hate this BS" then you are officially on my shit-list. However, if you say, "This was good but I think that blahblahblah could have been better if you had done blahblahblah" then that's good. :)
6) Finally, although this fic begins with a 'T' rating, it will go up to a 'M' rating in later chapters. For those that don't like 'lemons' or 'limes', turn away when I reach the chapter that has a warning label.

Anyways, enjoy this first chapter.

Chapter 1

It was another one of those tiring days that drug him forth from the depths of a heavy slumber. Light touched his face and caused him to wince as he sat up and attempted to rub the sleep from his eyes, cheeks, and jawline. Messy hair of an unusual deep shade of blue drifted forward and lightly touched his face and the back of his neck. Slowly, he raised an arm over his head as the other clutched the elbow and stretched as far as his muscles would manage. Letting the limb fall back beside his body, he leaned forward with his hand holding his temples between three fingers. Judging by how exhausted his body still was after everything that had happened the day before, today felt like it was going to be a long day.

The young man sluggishly pushed aside the covers revealing a completely bare toned chest and abs of a matching creamy-white color exactly like the remainder of his bare skin not hidden by the only piece of clothing he had on: a pair of simple black boxers. He lifted his body from the mattress and slowly made his way over to another room adjacent to the one he had risen in.

Inside, he turned on a faucet allowing crystal-clear water to pour forth into a drain just below in a porcelain sink. The man cupped his hands together underneath the flowing water then raised it to his face. Slowly, he brought the liquid closer until it touch his nose, then his lips, until it finally encased all of his features in a cool embrace. After a moment, he held the water away from his face for just a second before splashing it over his countenance. Drops rained down from his hair and run down his cheekbones before giving his chin a kiss farewell and falling down the drain.

He let out a sigh and leaned forward, his strong hands grasping both sides of the sink as his back hunched over the ceramic sink. The muscles inside his body ached. In front of her, however, he never let such a thing show. In truth, for the past few months, both his mind and body had become so weary that he seemed to be acting on auto-pilot. It was only in these scarce moments upon which he allowed himself the time for him to be alone that he could really feel the weight on his shoulders, be they physically or mentally.

He wasn't sure how long he stood there - seconds, minutes, hours. Time seemed to play almost no role in his life now. Blink, it's the next day. Blink, the day after that. For him, none of the trivial sights and sounds appealed to his senses. Nothing but, [i]her[/i].

Finishing in the bathroom, he stepped out into the bedroom once more. He rubbed a towel through his damp hair in an attempt to dry his body off from his morning shower. He slipped on a new pair of undergarments and black slacks that he retrieved from the drawer near the window. However, he soon froze when his topaz eyes took in the sight before him.

There she lay, an angel bathed in a golden light streaming in from the window beside the bed. Her chest raised and lowered as she breathed silently in her slumber while her eyes moved behind closed lids. [i]A dream[/i], he thought as he watched her sleep. Although her body was covered by sheets and a white nightgown, she was still stunning with her raven-black hair so silky smooth from constant conditioning, simple stud earrings for the times she slept, and of course, her presence by itself.

The young man made his way over to the bed and stared down at the girl. He knelt down onto the floor beside her and watched her as she slept. Although she had her own minor imperfections such as the drool beginning to leak from her parted lips onto the pillow that she rested on, he couldn't help but smile. What it was that somehow managed to burrow it's way into his heart was not a mere parasite, but an entire disease - a disease that many know it to be as an illusion. To call such a thing an illusion was preposterous in and of itself. Love was no mere illusion for him. No, love was something real, and also, something he thought he would never experience in his life.

Unconsciously, he reached over and brushed a lock of black hair that had managed to slip into her mouth as she slept and tucked it behind her ear. The girl hummed softly as he touched her skin. He watched silently as two sleepy brown eyes opened to meet his own yellow pair. The girl smiled tiredly when she saw him sitting before her and slowly reached her own hand out to touch his face.

"Akito," she said in barely more than an audible whisper. He could feel a slight shiver down his spine as he heard her speak his name so lovingly. He smiled back to her, his own hand that was still behind her ear beginning to gently caress her face.

"Good morning, Kouya."

Kouya stared into his eyes for a moment in silence as the two continued to hold the other's faces in their palms. He then saw her face slowly contort into confusion and she took her small hand away from his cheek to be used to hold herself up so she could look at him from another angle. "Why were you watching me sleep?" she asked slightly louder but none-the-more harsh; a sign that she was beginning to wake-up. He gave her his usual half-smile.

"I couldn't help but be hypnotized by you," he said as he slowly leaned upward and gave her a kiss on her cheek. Her cheeks began to turn a slight shade of pink as she giggled bashfully.

He watched her body as it trembled from her light laughter. The covers had fallen from her abdomen and piled at her lap revealing her pure-white nightgown, the pencil-thin straps falling down her arm that held her tiny frame up into it's sitting position. Sometimes, he wondered why, out of all the other men out there, she chose him of all people to be with. Even after her first love Neko had left her behind and moved on with his life, she was able to love another who was so much different than he. After so many nights thinking of her, wishing that she could someday be near him, in his arms, thinking of nothing but him, and sharing her warmth with his own, he was finally here with her. A simple hotel yes, since they didn't actually have a place to call home at the moment, but still something wonderful so long as she was here.

Akito sat forward and layed his head on her lap silently. He could feel her stiffen from the shock of his sudden action but slowly released the tension in her body. He could feel her hand meet his head and begin to run her fingers through his navy blue hair and massage his scalp. His topaz eyes slid shut as he just felt her body heat resonating with his own.

There were no words to be said. The two sat together as the time passes quietly. Birds chirped from the world outside. A faraway clock struck eleven but was ignored by the pair as they just felt the other's presence. Akito raised his head slightly and moved slightly closer to the bed Kouya continued to sit upon. He lowered his head so that his ear pressed against her area just above her breasts. Two silver earrings pressed against the fabric of his dress gently. He could feel Kouya's arms wrap around his body and her head rested atop his own.

And for a moment, just one moment, he thought he heard their hearts beat as one.

Please, leave a comment/post and tell me what you think of the first chapter.