His
Star
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kyo/Hotaru
Kyo was not the sort of man to indulge in after-sex small talk. For one, his partners were usually too exhausted to manage anything more than an incoherent murmur after he was done with them.
If anybody were to quote this night to him in the future, he could always say it was the full moon. Full moons always make people do stupid things, think stupid things. Like how he now thought that it was strangely satisfying to have Hotaru lean against his chest, nuzzling his cheek against his skin with a soft purr at the back of his throat.
"Who gave you your name?" He heard himself ask, softly, as if a louder whisper would scare this fire nymph away from his arms.
"You." Hotaru replied sleepily, half-wishing that Kyo would stop talking so that they could sleep, unwillingly to admit that lying in the other man's arms was...nice, for a lack of better words.
"No, your real name. Mibu Keikoku."
He was not going to ask how Kyo knew about his real identity. He was sure the rest of the Shiseiten didn't. Kyo was just Kyo. And frankly, he was too exhausted to care. Thanks to that...animal.
"Yun-yun gave it to me. He said it was the name of some..." A yawn. "Star. Or something. Something to do with fire...I think."
Hotaru's baritone slowly faded nothing. Kyo looked down at the precious bundle in his arms -who would have thought that Shiseiten's pyromaniac was the snuggling sort?- and allowed himself a small smile.
Tomorrow, he would leave the Shiseiten, for a duel he needed to fight. Tonight, he'd rest. In a cosy room in an inn, a full moon above, he would sleep with his star in his arms.