Chapter Twenty-Two: Concerto
Kurogane wasn't a masochist. He had self-control over all of his desires. He ate three square meals each day. He awoke—or tried to—at a healthy time every morning. He went to bed at a good rate, too. He took a shower every day, brushed his teeth and all that crap. He took good care of his body. And how did his body show its appreciation? By going hard every time he saw Fai—every time he thought of Fai.
What had he ever done to his body? He always gave it at least an annual dose of sex, he fed it routinely, he exercised it, he cleaned it….what more could a body need? Fucking seriously.
"Why do we have to go to the brats hellhole again?" Kurogane complained, banging his head down onto the table. "Why do I have to come? Why can't we just…not go?"
"You sound like an eight-year-old being coerced into going to the dentist," Fai said. "I don't see why you wouldn't want to go. Don't you enjoy having fun?"
"Depends on whose definition of 'fun' it is."
"Mine."
"Then I fucking hate fun."
Fai sighed, stood up and went up behind Kurogane, the musician's arms coming to drape over his shoulders. The martial artist could feel the soft breath caressing the nape of his neck. "Kamui says you have to come. I want you to come. Please?"
Kurogane took one of the junior's arms and spun him onto his lap. "No." He bitingly kissed the violinist, making Fai breathe in sharply and sigh into the freshman's mouth. Fai straddled Kurogane, letting the martial artist hoist him up with his hands beneath the lithe thighs. Kurogane's hands slipped into the back of Fai's shirt, and then dropped into the back of Fai's cords. Kurogane shivered as he felt Fai's cool hands press against his chest.
"Kurogane?"
Kurogane blinked. "What?"
Fai waved from the sofa. "Can you hear me? Or do you need more ice for your head? The upperclassman couldn't have hit you that hard in practice, right?"
Kurogane banged his head on the table again. You've got to be fucking kidding him. "Yeah. I'll take the ice. Do I fucking really have to go to the stupid club, Fluorite?"
"Of course, Kuro-tan. What else would we do?" Fai grinned.
Kurogane banged his head two more times for good measure.
"Tomorrow's the soccer tournament, isn't it?" Fai asked quietly, as they walked through the dark toward the Hall. Kurogane glared down at his tuxedo, and tried not to stare at Fai—who looked immaculate as ever.
"Yeah. What about it?"
"Mioru will be playing."
"I don't care what the dipshit does." Kurogane folded his arms and looked nonchalantly away.
Fai's tone sounded slightly amused. "Well, I'm going to have to attend, since Seishiro's brother is the captain of Akamizu's team. I think you should come, too. It's a sport, so it shouldn't be too boring, hm?"
"Rondart's gonna be there, isn't he?" Kurogane muttered.
"It's likely, yes." Fai adjusted his sleeves indifferently, smiling. "He'll want to be appearing to support Mioru—and plus, I'm sure Mioru wouldn't have given up until the doctor had agreed to attend."
Kurogane mumbled, "Sounds like something he'd do."
"Actually," Fai stopped walking abruptly. Kurogane paused, and looked at him, waiting. Truth be told, he really wanted to hurry up and get to somewhere where there it was filled with people, and therefore wouldn't have to be alone with Fai and worry about attacking him out of pure sexual frustration. "Let's not go."
Kurogane frowned. "How come? I already got myself fucking stuffed into this penguin suit and crap."
"Could we go to the planetarium?" Fai looked toward the building's direction. "I need to talk with you about something."
"Fine." Kurogane agreed only because Kurogane had utter control of his body, and wouldn't attack Fai, even if it was that or that he'd combust into flames right on the spot. Which wouldn't happen, because Kurogane was the master of his body and sexual desires and not the other way around.
At least, he hoped that was the case.
Expectedly, the planetarium was empty. Everyone would be at Hexagon. Kurogane's eyes narrowed as Fai locked the doors and didn't flick on the lights. The only light came from the stars in the artificial sky. Fai shed his jacket and loosened his tie, as Kurogane did the same.
They collapsed onto their usual air mattress, sitting across from each other, careful not to make any bodily contact at all. Fai gazed at Kurogane emptily. "I've…decided."
Kurogane ran his hands over his face, sighing, and then held them together over his lap. "And?"
"I'm going to tell them," Fai whispered. Kurogane felt the cold violinist's hand—the deft fingers—touch his cheek. "I want it to be your dad, though. I need it to be him—someone I can trust."
"I'll call him tomorrow morning—tonight, if you want me to. Whenever," Kurogane promised, turning his head so that his lips were against Fai's palm.
"There's something else I want to do before that. I can't tell them until I do this one thing," Fai continued quietly. Kurogane could hear a whisper of cloth, and he knew that Fai had edged closer to him.
"Anything."
Kurogane remained stock still as Fai knelt into his lap, entwining the slender arms around his neck. The silken lips were only a moment from Kurogane's own. "It's my body. So mark me."
He restrained himself from shuddering at Fai's deathly tone. It was too clear what Fai wanted. Fai wanted to do the right thing—to show his acceptance by letting the police know…but first, he wanted to make his body his own again.
It wasn't possible for someone like Kurogane to understand—someone normal, who didn't know the meaning of being a prisoner in your own body. Kurogane's body had always been his own. It might be a little naughty now and then, but he controlled it. Fai never was fully able to for himself. Kyle was the one who controlled Fai's body. And now Fai wanted to change that.
It was Kurogane's move.
"You promised me anything," Fai's hand ran down the length of Kurogane's arm. Kurogane's first instinct was to slap himself to make sure that this wasn't another fantasy—that this was real, and that this was happening.
His second instinct was to work his fingers roughly through Fai's hair and pin their lips together.
Which was what he did.
"No matter what I say," Fai said firmly, his eyes pierced through Kurogane's, "No matter what I do, or if I struggle…don't stop. Keep going. Swear to me. Vow it."
"I do. Swear," Kurogane murmured, before kissing the musician again.
Wherever Fai's body touched Kurogane's…that tiny spot of heat would blossom tenfold—like ripples in the water. It only took one to start the rest. Kurogane knew that he didn't have to be gentle. He didn't have to be rough. He just had to do it. He didn't have to be anything at all with Fai—he didn't even have to be himself. It was just the act. Pure and natural. Heated. Instinctive. Animal.
It wasn't like they'd come here prepared, so there was no protection…no lubricant…nothing. It would hurt, obviously…but the pain would root them to reality. Kurogane was bound on a leash—everything he did to Fai was tied with consequences. He'd have to sparingly make his move so as not to pull that leash any tighter than it already was.
But really, if Fai called out Kyle's name one more time…
Kurogane was afraid that he'd go impotent.
If a person stood outside the planetarium's double doors and placed their ear against the crack, then they would've been able to hear breathy gasps. They would've been able to hear low, intense murmurs, and soothing words—however empty they might've been. They would've blushed at the pants and sighs that slowly escalated in audibility and pitch.
And if that person opened those doors and walked in, they would've seen two bodies so closely entangled on the center mattress, that it was hard to tell which began and which ended where. But it wasn't as hard, since one was bronzed and wiry, while the other was snow white and slim. They would've been able to appreciate how the slick sheen of perspiration covered both bodies, and how the darker figure formed a protective arch over his slighter partner.
And perhaps, that person might even choose to sit down beside the mattress and watch how tightly the pale fingers were gripping the blue mattress, and how the young man's angelic face was torn by satisfied ecstasy and tormented uncertainty. They might observe how the other's expression was verging between desperation and a love so intense it even hurt an uninvolved third party to look upon it.
But if a person had been watching all of this, then they wouldn't have cared to have done any of these things because when you were looking upon Fai Fluorite having sex with Kurogane You-ou, the first thing you thought of was the apparent scandal of it all. Even if Fai Fluorite was single again, it didn't mean he was supposed to date anyone outside the Holy Trinity.
High society was a cruel one and sometimes doing unspoken deeds was the only way to alleviate the choking feeling. There were few people that could be an elite and be able to do things as they pleased—like a normal person would. Kurogane was one of them. Fai was just the typical elite—born and bred, he'd always play by the rules. This was the first act he wanted that didn't. He wanted freedom for so long.
Shockingly, Kyle didn't even emerge from the deepest depths of Fai's mind. Fai couldn't even remember who Kyle was. Fai only knew Kurogane. He only knew the arms that encircled him. He only ever knew the lips that brushed across the span of his forehead—pushing back the sweat-damp bangs.
He only ever knew one voice—one mouth. The same mouth that kissed the skin directly above his heart and whispered the eight letters and three syllables that Fai had come to take for granted—the same voice that made those three words seem like more than the money in the world and all the fame, fortune, and perfection would ever amount to.
Fai couldn't stop his fingers from grating at Kurogane's shoulders. He couldn't stop his eyes from clenching shut. Ever since Fai had learned the art of musical notes, he could easily compare real life to one great piece of music. And he'd be lying if he didn't say that the movement happening at this moment, must've been the greatest concerto ever written.
It would probably be a minor key. Maybe G minor. It would be brisk, but not too fast. The rhythm would be infectious—like a dance, but the beat would be heavy and obvious. The melody would be heated and somewhat brutal—but the development would be soft and somewhat sweet. Every time Kurogane's lips met with his, the crescendo would arise—and when they drew apart, it would diminuendo back into place.
Fai could almost hear the music playing in his own ears. He could so clearly imagine how the notes spiraled into a frenzied rush when Kurogane thrust into him. How both their gasps and sighs harmonized with the notes. He could hear the development growing higher and higher and faster as they grew closer to the climax.
It was playing around his head messily—disorganized and disoriented—and yet he could see it all perfectly…as clearly as if he were just looking at a simple music sheet.
Kurogane stroked his cheek. Dolce.
Kurogane's tongue curled against the back of his teeth. Passionato.
Fai looked up hazily at Kurogane, and to his great surprise, the freshman gave a small grin of encouragement. Espressivo.
"Doing all right?" Kurogane murmured, leaning down again so that their lips were only millimeters away from each other. Dolcissimo.
"Fine," Fai's voice sounded vague and weak, but he couldn't muster the strength to do anymore than that. His lower half was exploding with both pleasure and pain—and he couldn't discern one from the other anymore. Calando.
Kurogane removed himself from Fai and collapsed beside the junior, panting. He turned and stared at Fai. The violinist's eyebrows furrowed and he stretched out his hand, entwining the fingers with the larger tan ones. Kurogane wrapped one arm around Fai and brought him close; their naked bodies tangling together. "Thanks," Fai whispered. Intimo.
There was a brief silence, and then—
"Do you think you can manage another round?" Kurogane mumbled sheepishly, glaring down.
Fai smiled.
D.S. al fine.
A/N: Yes, I used musical terms. And no, I won't be putting what they mean here. You'll just have to look them up. Unless you've had musical experience, then you have it easy and already know what they mean. Most of you probably already know what the last one meant, and if some of you know Italian, then that's easy, too. The song for the entire sex scene is Show Me Love by T.A.T.U. And as most of you are probably guessing, this fic will be coming to an end soon, so if you haven't already, take a look at the update on my profile and that'll give you something to teeter about soon.