Heylo! I'm finally making a comeback, after an excrutiatingly long bout of, erm, writers block...yes writers block, not simply sheer laziness...ahem. Anyhoo, this is my first Juvenile Orion fic, so please let me know how i did! Oh, and i'm not sure whether this'll be a one-shot or not, so your opinions would be greatly appreciatted - oh, and i apoligise for any spelling errors, i've only got wordpad on this pc ¬¬
Also, i'll try to update my other fic/fics soon, kay? Well, i hope you enjoy!--
Tsubasa
"Tsukasa, are you alright? I didn't know where you'd gone." Tomonori Nakaura stood amongst the cold brilliant flowers in the garden surrounding his home. A few feet ahead of him the opal moon illuminated a small figure sitting by the miniature lake. It took a moment to reply.
"I am sorry to have worried you, Tomonori-san. I'm fine."
Nakaura stood, unconvinced. He watched the angel's body rise and fall in a sigh, and began to walk towards him.
"Stop." Tsukasa whispered abruptly, freezing the priest in his tracks. Nakaura stood calmly.
"You want me to leave?" He asked softly. The boy before him trembled, slowly stood. A moment passed, he gently shook his head. The priest remained still.
"I- I have to tell you something..." Tsukasa's soft voice trembled with him. He bit down gently on his dry lips. "...but i'm afraid."
Nakaura took a few silent steps forward, standing just behind the boy, close enough to almost feel the velvet of his wings. He reached out with a hand, but hesitated an inch off Tsukasa's shoulder, and drew it away. He kept his voice gentle.
"Don't be."
Tsukasa was silent. Then, he slowly turned round, taking a sudden deep breath as he looked up into Nakaura's dark eyes. Trembling.
"I..." he shook. "...I..." Nakaura's warm eyes drew a little closer. "...I..." his eyes began to drift shut. "...I love..." his hands drifted unconciously up, as a pair of arms encircled his waist. "...I love you..." his lips met Nakaura's gracefully, his arms collared his neck, Nakaura's arms bound them together.
They parted and looked at eachother momentarily, then hurriedly met eachother again, hungry after the chaste kiss. Once gentle lips crushed together desperately. Tsukasa opened his lips for breath, Nakaura taking his opportunity to plunge into his burning mouth. The angel grasped furiously Nakaura's silk hair, pulling towards him, eager not to be left behind. The lips parted a second for a single breath before attacking eachother again. They explored eachother, the elder's tongue seeking dominence. Tsukasa felt Nakaura's arms leave him in confusion, but a moment later they were beneath his robes, circling his waist again. The angel gasped breathlessly, cold slender digits gripped the base of his back causing him to arch in desperate ecstacy against Nakaura, clutching his own fingers tightly in the other's hair. Nakaura vacated the young Eraser's mouth, instead choosing to trail harsh butterfly kisses along his jawline, down to his collarbone, wanting to taste his pale skin, causing him to arch out and lean back until only Nakaura's arms supported him. Continuing to nip teasingly down the small body, Nakaura lay him back onto the chill grass, one hand deftly unclasping his robes as his lips moved further down the Eraser's chest, the other still around his slim waist, pressing them together. Tsukasa's fingers tugged relentlessly at charcoal hair with every nip the elder delivered, he moaned desperately.
"Tomonori--"
The eager fingers, the trail, the butterflies - froze, and shattered. The angel's eyes searched out the other as he suddenly pushed himself off the ground, stumbling back clumsily, staring at the Eraser in disbelief. Tsukasa tried to lean up, but Nakaura mouthed something, looking shocked, and swiftly retreated into the night. The angel collapsed back, lying on the cold grass, breathing heavily, bare chest exposed. He stared up at the stars, trying to steady his breathing, but he couldn't; he could still feel Nakuara on him.
"...Tomonori-san..."
...So? How'd i do? Review and tell me! thanx!
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