Whatever this manga thing that Kurogane had picked up back in Hanshin Republic was, he had to admit it wasn't half bad. In fact, it was actually quite good. Intriguing even. He hadn't been much for reading back in Nihon, there was always something else to do and the big thick volumes had always seemed so daunting somehow. And there was no real reason for him to read anyway. Why should he bother to read about an adventure when he could just as well head out and slaughter some demons on his own?
But things were different now, weren't they? Sakura was fast asleep again, and the kid had probably fallen asleep too while watching over her. Sure, it had been a trying day for them all, but Kurogane could easily count the hours the princess actually were awake on a single hand. Not that it was her fault, but it still left Kurogane with more free time on his hands than he had ever had before and frankly, he didn't quite know what to do with it. More than drink that's it. Or stare emptily into the space in front of him, counting the seconds. Needles to say he prefered the first one.
At least now he had a bit of distraction, and the fact that the manga wasn't half bad was a welcoming bonus.
A less welcoming thing was that he could feel the presence of the mage entering the room behind him. Fai never made much noise when he moved, which was something the bigger male had picked up on early on. Sure, the blonde was loud and annoying, with an endless stream of words constantly pouring out of his mouth. But he moved quietly. Fluidly even.
"What do you want?" he grunted out as he turned yet another page, not even bothering to give the other one even a glance. If Fai weren't going to have the damn courtesy to announce his presence he wouldn't bother to move from his place on the couch. Or turn his head for that matter. But he sure as hell was not going to let Fai think he didn't notice him. Kurogane was not a man you snuck up on. Simple as that.
"Uuwaah, so grumpy~," the sing-song voice called out behind him as a hand placed itself on his shoulder. The other man close to whirled around the couch in one swift motion before he was standing in front of Kurogane. With an annoyed sigh he lifted his gaze from the page and turned it towards to the other. He hated everything about the happy-go-lucky act Fai was constantly putting on. He would much have prefered it Fai could just stop pretending. It was not like he was buying it anyway.
As if the damn mage could read his mind the slender form slowly leaned down over him with another one of his annoying smiles plastered all over his face. Delicate fingers brushed ever so slightly over exposed skin as they came eyelevel with one another. A moment passed that way, just inches away, their noses almost touching. And then yet another moment as the tension rose around them and seemed to stretch out endlessly into the empty room.
"Thankfully," the other one purred as the hand on his shoulder wandered closer to his throat, just a whisper of fingers brushing past before they moved down his clothed chest slowly, neither of them breaking their piercing gaze. "I know just the way to fix that,"
And then Fai's head was moving down too, a few strands of hair dancing against Kurogane's jawline as he sunk down on the floor between his legs. He could feel the others breath against his stomach, warm and moist through the fabric of his shirt.
"Mage…" he started, a warning on the tip on his tongue, but he was interrupted before the rest of the words even had a chance to leave his mouth by a hand firmly squeezing his thigh.
"Shhh…you are going to wake the kids Kuro-tan," he murmured as he slowly lifted his shirt, and Kurogane could see Fai lightly wetting his lips at the sigh of his exposed skin and taunt muscles.
"I told you to not call me that," he gritted out through his teeth, but either Fai didn't hear him, or he didn't bother to reply as a small pink tongue darted out to lick along one of his many scars and the bigger male could feel his breath hitch in his throat.
Kurogane never really understood other people's obsessions with scars, and neither was he especially proud of his own either. Some of his fellow warriors back in Nihon had carried them like trophies, proof of them having faced danger in battle and still being alive to see another day. Kurogane thought it was bullshit. If they were so damn skilled they wouldn't have gotten hurt in the first place. Scars were mistakes that just weren't big enough to get you killed.
But he had to admit, watching the mage paint his errors with his saliva, tracing one of his many lines across his skin was oddly arousing and he could feel himself stiffen as Fai moved back, his tongue lightly curling before he lightly blew on the now wet lines across his stomach. It was cold, and yet it tingled with a promise of more to come as slender fingers ran along the hem of his pants teasingly and pale blue eyes met his gaze yet again.
Cradled between his legs Fai's hands expertly unbuckled his belt and made even faster work of his fly. He looked vulnerable, trapped where he was, nestled between his legs with a soft, almost sad smile that Kurogane for some reason believed for just once wasn't completely feigned, and he felt a wave of emotions roll through him.
Questions he hadn't bothered asking and questions he never knew he had were rushing through his head at an alarming rate and he opened his mouth, trying to make sense of it all. But before something, anything had a chance to leave his mouth Fai suddenly broke their gaze and leaned down and mouthed his member through his boxers.
And just like that the moment was broken, and the questions that had formed on the tip of his tongue transformed into a quiet groan.
All Kurogane could see from his position was a mess of blonde hair in his lap moving slightly as the other teased him through his boxers, nipping and breathing hotly against his still hardening flesh. When he felt slender fingers dip into the hem of his underwear, tugging ever so lightly Kurogane leaned his head on the backrest, his face turned towards the ceiling and closed his eyes as the heat of Fai's mouth danced over him.
The air was cold against his skin as Fai finally freed his member from its prior confinement and for a moment all he could hear was his own heavy breathing rippling through his body in anticipation, and then, as Fai finally took him into his mouth, nothing.
One thing was for certain, Fai knew what he was doing. Teasing at first, gently coaxing the tip inside his mouth as slender fingers wrapped around the base, grip tightening and then loosening in pace with the movements of his head. Long, idle licks from the base of his shaft before the blonde once more let him into his waiting mouth.
Time seemed to slow down altogether, the world shrinking until the only thing in it were the two of them, in this very room. Kuroganes' felt his hands slip into the tangle of locks in his lap, silky strands falling between his fingers as Fai was sucking him off. His hand formed into a fist, pulling. Gently at first, and then more forceful when he felt Fai hum around him in approval before taking him even deeper.
He came silently as Fai swallowed around him, his orgasm gentle but insistent and as he opened eyes he hadn't noticed closing he saw the blonde wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his normally bright eyes dark in the evening light.
Kurogane found himself wanting to say something. A 'Thank you,' or maybe even a 'sorry' for not warning the other before coming. But before he could get any words out Fai grabbed a handful of tissue papers from the box at the table and dumped it at his exposed crotch and the mess they had made.
He had wanted to say something, but he didn't. Instead he silently watched the other saunter out of the room before soundlessly cleaning himself of and then went back to reading as if nothing had happened.