Kiss
There were moments when Fye's behaviour concerned Kurogane, even slightly. That stepping out on to the roads business – that was worrying. The way he never immediately stood up after falling over, the way his fingers clenched fiercely into the damp and sweet dirt as he cupped his nose, a fat slither of blood slipping heavily from his nostril. And it hadn't been as though Kurogane had aimed for his face with the ball, it had merely happened so was it really much to be sorry over? All the same, he tapped a finger to his shoulder, mumbling a half-chewed apology and tugged at his shirt sleeve, gesturing him to stand. So maybe he was easily bruised and easily stunned, but that made each problem an even greater cause for concern.
One day he stood on the newly erected stands, flimsy metal poles standing scant and half-formed about the squint and dug-up football pitch. They'd last a few games between the schools at the very least, these tall and unsettling metal bars. But it was almost as if Fye had some sort of death wish, he leaned that far over them inspecting their height and structure, gazing fully at their bunched up splendour. His feet had lifted from the ground for the briefest instant, his weight had tipped over as he'd smiled joyously, knuckles clenched tight about the metal as his balance dropped away from himself, as he gazed to the distant ground in wonder. He'd have fallen, he'd have dropped like a stone and cracked that stupid skull of his wide open if Kurogane hadn't snatched him, if Kurogane hadn't thrown his arms about his stomach, yanking him back over the bar with a squeal. He pulled him back, holding him close to his chest, those thudding heart-beats as his breath seemed to rest against his neck, words falling straight into his ear – Idiot! Trying to kill yourself? … Fye had gasped, he had blinked and frozen and stared straight ahead in a state of shock and surprise. Kurogane could feel it beneath his arms, his muscles tensed, his limbs held in suspension as he clutched on to him, understanding he should let go, feeling a closeness and a warmth that he'd never experienced before, each pulse of Fye's beneath his finger ringing somewhere within him, brutal and real, somehow perfect and correct in each sense, the scent of his hair floating and pressing softly against Kurogane's senses, each flicker of gold tickling gently and wonderfully against his face as his hold suddenly tightened about him. Something about his skin, the close embrace, the way Kurogane could feel his breath beneath his finger tips, causing his stomach to knot and little heart to beat faster made him pull Fye closer towards him. He lifted his face from his neck and brushed his lips against his cheek, a gentle and childish fraction of a kiss, lingering soft and youthful, purely because it had felt right at the time, appropriate in a way, until he felt Fye inhale sharply and deeply through his own skin. He lifted his lips from his skin, drifting along his face as though nothing had happened at all, breaking something between them apart. Stupid, he breathed vehemently into his ear just to compensate, feeling his voice and his heart tremble as he awkwardly let go, struggling to justify his own actions in his youthful mind-frame. He pursed his lips tightly and frowned.
By the time Fye had turned around, his mouth held slightly open in wonder, his fingers touching against his cheek disbelievingly, he was already halfway down the stairs, feet pounding in romantic embarrassment and cheeks stained a vibrant red.
They were nine years old.
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Fye's first kiss being Kurogane – 0.768329
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"It meant everything to me," Fye had admitted, twenty-one years of age as he sipped against the bar, that reflective dew shining in his eyes. He smirked, a whimsical taint. "And I promised to myself then and there that you would be my first kiss. I'm not sure why… it just felt like the right thing to believe in at the time." His voice slipped smooth and silken from his voice, strikingly sad, ultimately beautiful.
Kurogane gave a small chortle, smiling, feeling somehow privileged at such a small gesture. "Well I'm glad it worked out for you, I got teased for months."
Fye smiled lightly, tapping his fingers against the bar. "It was memorable at least… But then there was my virginity. Who was going to take that if it wasn't you?"
Kurogane nearly spluttered his drink, instead choking and coughing solidly for the next minute as Fye patted his back, laughing.
a/n: I semi-abandoned this fic I think but it's all written up and just waiting to be posted. I'm usually not that eager to post them due to all the formatting I end up doing on livejournal and this doesn't seem to be as popular as a few of my others but nonetheless I really hope you enjoyed it! And to make up for my slacking, another chapter or two will be posted incredibly soon :D