Anata ga Ita Kara

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Theme: 26 – "Kiss; a lovely trick designed by nature for when words become unnecessary."

Rating: T

Summary: There are times when Kiri and Kumo can go hours without needing to say a single word to each other. All they need to do to communicate is touch.

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There was a balance between comforting regularity and spontaneity that maintained their delicate dance, that allowed Kumo to feel where Kiri was at all times of the day as they crossed the house back and forth along their separate duties.

Sometimes they never seemed to stop talking, their sentences spilling over each other until they couldn't understand a word either one said and they broke off laughing. Sometimes they didn't need to say anything. Today, things seemed to be the latter.

Drifting along and knowing each other's movements, they spent the day in silence, spreading warmth through their nearness, conveying love with a glance and a glowing smile.

And even when they slid together as though by some miracle between coincidence and prior planning, words were never necessary.

Kumo rested his hands on Kiri's shoulders, stood on tiptoe, and softly brushed his lips against his brother's. Kiri traced his along Kumo's cheek, then put his arms around Kumo's slighter frame, pulling their bodies closer as he caught Kumo's lips with his, kissing lightly and still more lightly until their touch was little more than the flutter of a butterfly's wing. Then he leaned in, clamped his mouth hard over Kumo's in hot but controlled demand, both of them shivering and moaning distantly. With a delighted quiver, Kumo let his lips part, yielding up his mouth almost thoughtlessly for Kiri's advance.

They kissed sweetly, viciously, lovingly, voraciously; hands tight on clothes and hearts enveloped in soft warmth and minds definitely wandering towards vague thoughts of the soft bed and the tangle of bodies that awaited them later today. Then Kiri pulled back a hair's breadth, sighed into Kumo's lips, then kissed his cheek and his forehead, and Kumo settled against Kiri's chest with a smile, closing his eyes.

It was amazing, all you could convey without speaking. What was a voice, after all, when love and touch and silence made words obsolete?

Owari.