Hi, y'all! This is my first REAL slash story, definitely the first one
I've posted. For those who don't know, slash is a relationship involving
two guys, also known as yaoi, but this is more of a shonnen ai(boy/boy
love) approach. If you have a problem with it, don't read the story.
Flaming me isn't going to do anything. I wrote this because of a
challenge. The challenger, Lucius, wanted me to post this on ff.net.
So, here we go. I know there isn't a lot of slash content on here, so
please, either keep an open mind or leave.
Porcelain
Chapter 1
I was safe, as long as I only admired at a distance.
Touching was out of the question, speaking was only when it was
necessary, but I had always been taught that I could admire something as
valuable and fragile as him at a distance.
Which I did, quite often. Alex was of the Mercury Clan, which
was obvious from his long, blue hair that seemed to fall in exactly the
right way no matter the situation, and his deep blue eyes that seemed to
pierce my heart and peer into my very soul. Cold eyes, which I wished
would look upon me warmly, just once.
Just once.
He wasn't fragile, not really, only his pale skin gave him the
appearance of something that could only be seen and not touched. Like a
beautiful porcelain vase from Xian. Thin, tall, regal, and always with a
complicated design.
I didn't understand him, I'm not sure if anyone did. I didn't
know why he was traveling with us, what his ties to Mia of Imil were, or
even what he could really do.
All I knew was every time he looked my way something inside of my
heart and my head exploded, and I wanted to scream, and cry, and laugh
all at once. I knew it was wrong, to think of him as something
beautiful, as something I wanted to have. My parents used to punish me
when I said similar things about Isaac from Vale. But Isaac, with his
skin blemished by the sun, his hair falling into a blonde disarray, his
calloused hands, and his little lopsided smile could never compare to
Alex's cold beauty. The only thing that held Isaac in esteem was his
blue eyes, something deeper hiding beneath their calm, unruffled
surfaces.
"Felix," he addressed me, and I shivered.
"What, Alex?" I loved the way his name felt when I said it. Like
water on ice.
"Menardi wants us to scout ahead, c'mon," he gestured to the path
in front of us. It was nearly invisible, covered with a thick blanket of
snow. the only reason we could tell that there WAS a path was the pine
trees, their branches laden with whiteness, lined up on either side. I
felt happy, excited, sad, and nervous all at once. I would get to be
alone with Alex, alone with him and only him. How sad that he didn't
know what it meant to me.
"Felix," Jenna said softly, tugging on my sleeve. "Don't leave
me here. It's cold, and I'm scared."
I looked into her big brown eyes, and sighed. "Jenna, here-"
I pulled off my leather gloves. They would be too big for her,
but they would keep her hands warm. "Think of it as my promise to come
back."
"But Felix, what about-"
"Don't worry about me," I smiled at her, then nodded at Alex, who
was standing knee deep in the snow, his cloak and hair billowing in the
icy wind. How picturesque. He returned the gesture, and began trudging
through the snow. I followed him, wrapping my arms tightly around
myself, trying to only step in the footprints he left behind. I didn't
want to slow him down, I didn't want to be a bother, not to HIM.
"And hurry back," Menardi told us. "I'm cold."
"You're always cold," Saturos said, exasperatedly. This started
a heated argument, how typical of the Mars Adepts.
We rounded a corner, and the sounds of the argument quickly faded
into silence.
For a long time it seemed like the entire world was that snowy
path and the trees on either side, and our footsteps were the only sound
in that world. It might have been hours, it might have been only a few
minutes, but eternity could have passed me by without me regretting an
instant. I was with Alex, and nothing else mattered.
"Let's take a rest," Alex broke my sense of timelessness. I
looked up at him, slightly dazed for a moment. He turned to look at me,
then motioned to the side of the path. "There are some rocks, we should
sit down."
I nodded numbly in agreement, suddenly realizing just how tired I
was becoming. And I was only walking in the depressions that Alex had
already made. We moved towards the rocks, and sat down. We sat there,
not saying anything for a while, Alex surveying the landscape, me looking
the other way, catching glimpses of him from the corner of my eye.
"God, Felix," Alex suddenly said.
I followed his gaze, to my hands. The only reason my hands
didn't feel cold was because they had gone numb long ago, after being so
cold that they hurt. The skin was a dark shade of red, blotched by
purple. I tried uselessly to rub at them, before Alex slipped off his
gloves and took my hands in his.
"Here, this will work better," he said simply. Heat rose to my
face, which had probably reached the same shade as my hands. I quickly
looked down to hide it, trying to say a word of gratitude through my
lips, which weren't trembling entirely from the cold.
His hands were warm, the skin of his palms and fingers soft and
smooth. I almost felt like crying, my hands were so rough and imperfect
compared to his, that he would stoop down to even TOUCH me...
"Is something wrong?" he asked, his voice very soft, and almost
gentle.
"I'm fine," I muttered. "Just cold."
The feeling was slowly returning to my hands. My bones ached,
and my skin burned. I almost asked Alex to stop holding them, until he
started rubbing them. It sent shivers through my entire body, and I
wanted to lean forward...
I brushed that thought aside, as quickly as I could.
"Does that feel better?" he asked me.
"Aren't your hands cold?" I asked.
He laughed, such a nice sound. "No, I'm used to colder weather.
Ply."
The word was whispered, and from that single word came a soft
blue light, that stopped the pain in my hands and returned the skin to
its normal color. I looked up to say thank you, but stopped.
Alex continued to hold both of my hands in his own, looking into
my eyes with his own.
"Felix..." he whispered. A whisper that held desire, longing,
regret, and pain all at once. He stood, pulling me with him. We stood
like that for a while, looking into each other's eyes, holding hands. It
would have been romantic...it could have been...if only...
He leaned in very close, his warm breath brushing against my
cheek, a few loose strands of hair resting against my skin. I held his
hands tighter, still looking into his deep blue eyes.
"You're only a child," he whispered.
"I'm seventeen," I retorted, my voice just as quiet.
"Which makes you only a child," his eyes lost their cold, hard
quality, the ice melting into warm glowing pools, into a look that I
somehow knew was only for me. "A child that has quite a mess for a
life."
His right hand released mine. He brought it up and brushed it
through my brown hair. He was standing so close now, I could feel his
body heat through the small gap that separated us.
"I would have gone insane if it wasn't for you," I said, so
quietly I could hardly hear myself.
"I would have shared the same fate if it wasn't for you," he
moved, resting his chin on my shoulder, his cheek pressed into mine.
"But you still might drive me over that edge, Felix."
I stiffened slightly, then relaxed. I don't think I had been
this close for this long with ANYONE before, except for maybe Isaac, in
the sweet summer days that we spent together.
But Alex...was much different than Isaac...
"I don't think I ever could," I replied simply. His fingers
continued to play with my hair, finally coming to rest on the back of my
neck. It felt so strange, so wonderful, I felt like crying again.
After eternity had passed us again, he stepped back, releasing my
hand as he did. The one on my neck remained.
"Only a child," he said, almost inaudible.
"Even children know what they want," and I, marveling at my
coldness, took the small step that still separated us, pulled my arms
tightly around his neck and pressed my lips against his.
He responded almost immediately, using the hand that wasn't
against my neck to press into the small of my back.
We only ended that sweet, pure kiss to breathe.
"Felix..." he began. I rested my chin on his shoulder this time,
and he pulled me close, holding me tight. "Felix...I...are you sure?"
"More than I ever have been in my entire life," I leaned back to
look into his eyes, his arms still encircling me.
"Alright then," he said, leaned forward, and this time, he kissed
me.
See? That wasn't so bad! It's even written in first person so you
people who though slash was squicky but read the story anyway could
pretend Felix was a girl. Not that it's hard, Felix has that long hair
going and everything. ^_^ Next chapter coming soon, even if you do
flame me, so don't bother! Creative criticism is appreciated, and if you
have a GOOD reason that I should not post a second chapter, and you can
dictate me in a calm, level headed fashion without the use of profanity,
I would like to see it. All flames will be put out by Alex and returned
with worse flames from Garet.
Garet: ::cracks his knuckles:: Pyroclasm prepared and ready to fire!
Thanks, Garet! Alright, review if you have something to say, if not,
then I don't care!
I've posted. For those who don't know, slash is a relationship involving
two guys, also known as yaoi, but this is more of a shonnen ai(boy/boy
love) approach. If you have a problem with it, don't read the story.
Flaming me isn't going to do anything. I wrote this because of a
challenge. The challenger, Lucius, wanted me to post this on ff.net.
So, here we go. I know there isn't a lot of slash content on here, so
please, either keep an open mind or leave.
Porcelain
Chapter 1
I was safe, as long as I only admired at a distance.
Touching was out of the question, speaking was only when it was
necessary, but I had always been taught that I could admire something as
valuable and fragile as him at a distance.
Which I did, quite often. Alex was of the Mercury Clan, which
was obvious from his long, blue hair that seemed to fall in exactly the
right way no matter the situation, and his deep blue eyes that seemed to
pierce my heart and peer into my very soul. Cold eyes, which I wished
would look upon me warmly, just once.
Just once.
He wasn't fragile, not really, only his pale skin gave him the
appearance of something that could only be seen and not touched. Like a
beautiful porcelain vase from Xian. Thin, tall, regal, and always with a
complicated design.
I didn't understand him, I'm not sure if anyone did. I didn't
know why he was traveling with us, what his ties to Mia of Imil were, or
even what he could really do.
All I knew was every time he looked my way something inside of my
heart and my head exploded, and I wanted to scream, and cry, and laugh
all at once. I knew it was wrong, to think of him as something
beautiful, as something I wanted to have. My parents used to punish me
when I said similar things about Isaac from Vale. But Isaac, with his
skin blemished by the sun, his hair falling into a blonde disarray, his
calloused hands, and his little lopsided smile could never compare to
Alex's cold beauty. The only thing that held Isaac in esteem was his
blue eyes, something deeper hiding beneath their calm, unruffled
surfaces.
"Felix," he addressed me, and I shivered.
"What, Alex?" I loved the way his name felt when I said it. Like
water on ice.
"Menardi wants us to scout ahead, c'mon," he gestured to the path
in front of us. It was nearly invisible, covered with a thick blanket of
snow. the only reason we could tell that there WAS a path was the pine
trees, their branches laden with whiteness, lined up on either side. I
felt happy, excited, sad, and nervous all at once. I would get to be
alone with Alex, alone with him and only him. How sad that he didn't
know what it meant to me.
"Felix," Jenna said softly, tugging on my sleeve. "Don't leave
me here. It's cold, and I'm scared."
I looked into her big brown eyes, and sighed. "Jenna, here-"
I pulled off my leather gloves. They would be too big for her,
but they would keep her hands warm. "Think of it as my promise to come
back."
"But Felix, what about-"
"Don't worry about me," I smiled at her, then nodded at Alex, who
was standing knee deep in the snow, his cloak and hair billowing in the
icy wind. How picturesque. He returned the gesture, and began trudging
through the snow. I followed him, wrapping my arms tightly around
myself, trying to only step in the footprints he left behind. I didn't
want to slow him down, I didn't want to be a bother, not to HIM.
"And hurry back," Menardi told us. "I'm cold."
"You're always cold," Saturos said, exasperatedly. This started
a heated argument, how typical of the Mars Adepts.
We rounded a corner, and the sounds of the argument quickly faded
into silence.
For a long time it seemed like the entire world was that snowy
path and the trees on either side, and our footsteps were the only sound
in that world. It might have been hours, it might have been only a few
minutes, but eternity could have passed me by without me regretting an
instant. I was with Alex, and nothing else mattered.
"Let's take a rest," Alex broke my sense of timelessness. I
looked up at him, slightly dazed for a moment. He turned to look at me,
then motioned to the side of the path. "There are some rocks, we should
sit down."
I nodded numbly in agreement, suddenly realizing just how tired I
was becoming. And I was only walking in the depressions that Alex had
already made. We moved towards the rocks, and sat down. We sat there,
not saying anything for a while, Alex surveying the landscape, me looking
the other way, catching glimpses of him from the corner of my eye.
"God, Felix," Alex suddenly said.
I followed his gaze, to my hands. The only reason my hands
didn't feel cold was because they had gone numb long ago, after being so
cold that they hurt. The skin was a dark shade of red, blotched by
purple. I tried uselessly to rub at them, before Alex slipped off his
gloves and took my hands in his.
"Here, this will work better," he said simply. Heat rose to my
face, which had probably reached the same shade as my hands. I quickly
looked down to hide it, trying to say a word of gratitude through my
lips, which weren't trembling entirely from the cold.
His hands were warm, the skin of his palms and fingers soft and
smooth. I almost felt like crying, my hands were so rough and imperfect
compared to his, that he would stoop down to even TOUCH me...
"Is something wrong?" he asked, his voice very soft, and almost
gentle.
"I'm fine," I muttered. "Just cold."
The feeling was slowly returning to my hands. My bones ached,
and my skin burned. I almost asked Alex to stop holding them, until he
started rubbing them. It sent shivers through my entire body, and I
wanted to lean forward...
I brushed that thought aside, as quickly as I could.
"Does that feel better?" he asked me.
"Aren't your hands cold?" I asked.
He laughed, such a nice sound. "No, I'm used to colder weather.
Ply."
The word was whispered, and from that single word came a soft
blue light, that stopped the pain in my hands and returned the skin to
its normal color. I looked up to say thank you, but stopped.
Alex continued to hold both of my hands in his own, looking into
my eyes with his own.
"Felix..." he whispered. A whisper that held desire, longing,
regret, and pain all at once. He stood, pulling me with him. We stood
like that for a while, looking into each other's eyes, holding hands. It
would have been romantic...it could have been...if only...
He leaned in very close, his warm breath brushing against my
cheek, a few loose strands of hair resting against my skin. I held his
hands tighter, still looking into his deep blue eyes.
"You're only a child," he whispered.
"I'm seventeen," I retorted, my voice just as quiet.
"Which makes you only a child," his eyes lost their cold, hard
quality, the ice melting into warm glowing pools, into a look that I
somehow knew was only for me. "A child that has quite a mess for a
life."
His right hand released mine. He brought it up and brushed it
through my brown hair. He was standing so close now, I could feel his
body heat through the small gap that separated us.
"I would have gone insane if it wasn't for you," I said, so
quietly I could hardly hear myself.
"I would have shared the same fate if it wasn't for you," he
moved, resting his chin on my shoulder, his cheek pressed into mine.
"But you still might drive me over that edge, Felix."
I stiffened slightly, then relaxed. I don't think I had been
this close for this long with ANYONE before, except for maybe Isaac, in
the sweet summer days that we spent together.
But Alex...was much different than Isaac...
"I don't think I ever could," I replied simply. His fingers
continued to play with my hair, finally coming to rest on the back of my
neck. It felt so strange, so wonderful, I felt like crying again.
After eternity had passed us again, he stepped back, releasing my
hand as he did. The one on my neck remained.
"Only a child," he said, almost inaudible.
"Even children know what they want," and I, marveling at my
coldness, took the small step that still separated us, pulled my arms
tightly around his neck and pressed my lips against his.
He responded almost immediately, using the hand that wasn't
against my neck to press into the small of my back.
We only ended that sweet, pure kiss to breathe.
"Felix..." he began. I rested my chin on his shoulder this time,
and he pulled me close, holding me tight. "Felix...I...are you sure?"
"More than I ever have been in my entire life," I leaned back to
look into his eyes, his arms still encircling me.
"Alright then," he said, leaned forward, and this time, he kissed
me.
See? That wasn't so bad! It's even written in first person so you
people who though slash was squicky but read the story anyway could
pretend Felix was a girl. Not that it's hard, Felix has that long hair
going and everything. ^_^ Next chapter coming soon, even if you do
flame me, so don't bother! Creative criticism is appreciated, and if you
have a GOOD reason that I should not post a second chapter, and you can
dictate me in a calm, level headed fashion without the use of profanity,
I would like to see it. All flames will be put out by Alex and returned
with worse flames from Garet.
Garet: ::cracks his knuckles:: Pyroclasm prepared and ready to fire!
Thanks, Garet! Alright, review if you have something to say, if not,
then I don't care!