Warning: Doot doot. Mentions of yaoi and, well, sex. Please hit the back button if you don't like that sort of thing.
He doesn't know how it begins, but once it does, he accepts it without his usual constant questioning. There are lives and powers unimaginable at stake here, dancing the thin silver line between bad and worse, and when something so simple as sex may tip it in his favor, he does so without hesitation. It is not attraction exactly, but at the same time more than business, something to be pondered later on in private.
In bed, he is Nigredo just as much as he is Gaignun, because he is not required to manipulate and hypnotize; not required to think. Under kisses and touches that go from soft teasing to firmer confidence, both mindsets meld and open themselves to pleasure, to the purity of laying back, giving up control and letting himself feel.
The links are closed. He does not want his brothers playing voyeur, after all.
Cool hands dance their way down his chest, his stomach, unclothed, the black suit stripped away like so much armor and the man/machine underneath laid out for one being in all the worlds to see. A moan of protest-pleasure escapes his lips - he has not been this vulnerable for a long, long time.
"You know too much," he manages, with only a part of his usual smoothness, and the other figure (dark but not as dark as he is, even here) voices a chuckle.
"Would you have it any other way?"
Gaignun says nothing, and allows himself, just this once, to fold.
A/N: 250 words, and a cookie if you guess who the pairing is. D Not really canon, but I had to write it. -laughter- To reviewers: I feel very flattered that my little fantasy-world ramblings are getting such positive feedback! Thank you all!