This is going to be a collection of bits that I have been doing, none of which are very polished, but some which are longer than this.
There could be spoilers!
A spoiler tag will be marked with the titles after this first chapter. I am assuming general knowledge of anime/manga, and that spoilers rely on events of manga chapters in the 120s and onwards.
Also, fair warning that shonen-ai, while not always explicitly present, could show up at any moment that it strikes me. I'd rather not hear how the pairing is wrong, or why one character deserves something else, or someone else. We all have our preferences, and this is just fiction, okay? And I think that's all you need out of me. :)
Effusion (spoilers)
by: Coley Merrin
Series: Tsubasa
Pairing: Kurofai, more or less or more.
Warnings: Well. Drama. And spoily theme from the recent manga chapters (120 or so-?). I know everyone, their brother, and their neighbor's dog has done, and will do, this straight into the ground, but we'll forget that for now.
He could smell the tang of blood, even from where he pressed against Kurogane, in the hollow between his shoulder blades. There was the scent of him there, the hint of warmth, the comforting musk of sweat. Fai imagined that it was a lingering scent of his own hair that he smelled, mixed in the cloth on Kurogane's still back, as though he had been there before.
Blood like finger paints spread over skin, a tattoo of malicious design, a wound of option. It was so terribly hard when dark fingers wiped blood off his grimacing lips, blood that rightfully belonged to those fingers. It was like being a child again, dependent on a mother for life. And much like a mother's hands, Kurogane gripped him, held him away from a brink that he knew no better than to drift towards, and waited for Fai to choose to reach back. But it wasn't hope that Fai felt from Kurogane... it was expectation. As though somehow the force of Kurogane's being would make Fai see what was right.
Kurogane shifted slightly in sleep, the hilt of the sword rattling slightly with the movement. Fai breathed again, hearing the steady thud of Kurogane's heart. It was this sound that washed away the taste of Kurogane's blood, and only this sound that made Kurogane's hands a comfort and not a curse. It turned away his resentment, and gave him hope of his own. If Kurogane's heart still beat, it meant that Fai had not stolen everything. Even if it had been given. For one beat, two, three, their hearts beat in unison, and then countered again, like the ebb and flow of a tide, give and return. But not death.
Not by those hands.
Do you like pain, Kuro-sama..?