Disclaimer: Dude, if I owned this, I would've made chapter 125 happen WAAAAAAAY sooner, bitches.
"There are four cups of pudding in the fridge, you may help yourself to the contents of one of them." --Dr. Orpheus, The Venture Brothers
Hello, all! Welcome to the second-to-last chapter of the NAKFOC short story thread. This would've been the last, but bloodytwistedangel convinced me to write ONE more chapter. Though I honestly have no idea what to write…well, you may grovel at her doorstep.
Now, last chap…hmm. This was also very fun to write. I wasn't aware that I catered to so many fangirls' whims! I just wanted hardcore Kuro-torture. But hey, if it makes the masses happy, then just go on talking about it.
Now….Oh my god. OH MY FUCKING GOD. Chapter 125's been leaked out by some kind, benevolent soul and…OH MY GOD. You all HAVE to read it. No, go read it NOW. It's on my deviantART site. Here's the URL:
Penarddum . deviantart . com (take out spaces).
Go read it NOW. NOWNOWNOWNOWNOW. I'll wait.
Good, you're back, and probably as fangirly as I am right now. This chapter is based off of 125, so if you haven't read it yet, GO. This is my only spoiler-y chapter, and I got yelled at once for it. So go read it, and if you don't feel like running a marathon or spazzing after that chapter, come back and read.
I dedicate this to bloodytwistedangel, because she forced me into it and requested something "so fluffy it makes us barf." So here you are. You're paying my rabies bill, Ria-chan.
Thanks for your time. Off we go!
Not Another KuroFai Oneshot Section!
By Javelin the Silent One (brain ish broked by 125)
Movement the Seventh: Irresistible Drugs
"You'll have to."
"I can't. I won't. I can't hurt him."
Kamui sighed, only crossing his arms as Fai donned some practical clothes. "There is a bond between you now, and—"
"FUCK the bond!" He whirled around, and the vampire was shocked to see the anger in the now dilated pupils, the flash of newly generated fangs. "It can go to hell for all I care! I'm NOT hurting him and I'm NOT going anywhere NEAR the bastard!"
The angry swish of feet on carpet, the slamming of a door. A fitting end to the conversation, he thought. And he gave an ironic smile.
"That's what they all say in the beginning," he murmured to the silent walls.
And then quite suddenly they were all pulled in with a gulp and a swish and traveling down the tunnel, lookit the pretty lights as they go flying by.
And cerulean eyes glanced over, across the small expanse of children that could have easily been the stretch of the sea, over to tanned skin and high face and blood red eyes, down the tanned arm to—his lips curved into a snarl at the gauze padded there.
He was beautiful, he was gorgeous, he was caring and loving underneath all the layers of grime and blood and pride.
He hated him.
So very much….
Fai was the jester, the clown, the coward. But for once he took his role as self-proclaimed "mother" of the group seriously.
Meaning, of course, that he simply threw the children in front of him as a barrier, fluttering away and hiding again at any and all indications and potential outcomes to their new…connection. He was using the children as he had used Chii—a warning, a net, knowing full well that they would be the ones to suffer when this all exploded.
He couldn't help it.
He couldn't deny the fact that there was something in Kurogane's eyes that was much different when they looked at each other; couldn't ignore the way he tried to sally over to Fai's side, only for Fai to call out to one of the kids he needed help, could you do this or that and Syaoran please set the table for me. And then he'd smile and twinkle his one good eye and hand Kurogane the silverware, knowing all too well that they both knew what he was trying to do and he must be pissed at me, thought Fai, as he grumbled off to help Syaoran.
He hated himself for speaking less than ten words to the ninja since they had left Tokyo, loathed himself and seethed inwardly when he found his eyes wandering towards the tanned skin, resting on the neck, feeling the contraction and release of every singe heartbeat and oh the sweet life that dwelt within—
It was only a few days into this new world that Fai realized with horror that he was always hungry now. The sweets and sultry foods he cooked were no longer satisfying, refreshing, though they did stave off hunger for just a while, the cool clear water he'd loved to drink, the steaming hot chocolate, thick and warm as blood ohhowheloathedthewordlikepoisononhistongue—none of that worked anymore. None of that quenched the hunger he had, the thirst he tried to nurse through a breaking smile and an eye.
He also started with revulsion at the thought of what he MUST do.
So he shoveled down sweets and meats fruit and oh so many other things, guzzled so desperately the water that tasted thick and warm now, avoided eye contact with Kurogane when they passed one another, both wishing the bastard to push him up against a wall and force him to bite, to suck…the other, equally hopeful he'd just let things go on, that he'd simply ignore the mage and continue on his dandy way.
He thought with a sadistic grin and a laugh that that wouldn't be possible; that sooner or later Daddy would notice, and force his "wife" andohhowironicthetermisnowisntit to choke down the sultry liquid, the thick warm waters that granted life…
NO! No, he couldn't think that way!
But even as he tried to cling to what felt like the last reminiscent part of his humanity, endeavored in vain to hold up the cornerstone in the crumbling ruins of his façade, he knew as he woke in the night with a start, as his skin grew thin and his face slightly sunken, that it had been the ninja he had dreamed about, his name moaned and fresh on his lips when he started awake. He could not shake the almost orgasmic first taste of his blood, the mingled drops of Kamui and he was there to but oh God did Kuro-rin know he tasted like heaven and—
He was always on his mind, he penetrated every pore of his skin and played on his muscles—he needed him.
And Fai loathed him.
Kurogane knew this wouldn't be easy.
It wouldn't be easy to convince the goddamn mage to live; to shake and shatter him until that fucking mask of his fell away; to watch as Fai continued to deny the inevitable and torture them both because of it.
Kurogane couldn't stand seeing Fai like this.
But he had done this before, hadn't he? Pulled the covers over his head at the first sign of lightning, like some scared little child? It was ridiculous, it was immature—it pissed Kurogane off to no end. Just when he had been so very close to something about the mage that was tangible and real…
But there was nothing he could do about it except watch the mage starve himself and try to keep on smiling. To force him out of the tortoise shell would've only guaranteed a deeper retreat, a longer wait, and they were separated by an invisible net that was the two kids and a pork bun and goddamn it he had never been so VERY annoyed in all his life.
He almost had him alone one day, when the kids had left in the morning with a little note saying they were going to look for the feather and that breakfast was on the counter and please look after Fai, because he seems to be doing poorly.
Kurogane uncrumpled the letter and had almost been tempted to read it out loud to the mage had he known that the singular part of his focus was on the obscene pile of pancakes in front of him and were this a different time, different place, Fai would've forced those pancakes down his throat and the kids would've come home to light laughter and deep curses and a dangerous sword swinging through the air.
"Oi."
Poke, poke went the mage's fork. He didn't look up.
"Oi," he said, a little louder. Poke, poke.
"You took all the goddamn pancakes, asshole," he growled after deciding sounds wouldn't get the guy's attention.
And Fai looked up, all candid thin smiles and blue eyes narrowed and glittering, lazily shoving pancakes in his mouth and past those rosy lips and Kurogane could see the tips of his fangs twinkle just underneath them.
"I would've left you some, Kuro-rin, but I need these and I thought you abhorred sweet stuff," Fai said, poking another bite into his mouth.
"You're not getting any fatter," the ninja whispered.
Fai apparently refused to continue because he cut off a rather large piece of the pastry and shoved it into his mouth, very originally and effectively cutting off the conversation.
Kurogane growled. The mage had been annoying before, but…goddammit!
With an angry growl he stood, grabbing Fai's wrist and pulling him up, not caring about the muffled yelp or the fact he might be leaving bruises on his skin. "You and I both know what's going on," he hissed, lips dangerously closer to Fai's. "Goddammit, what do I have to do to make you want to live? How many sacrifices do I have to make for you, you selfish ba—"
And then the world crashed down on them.
By the time Sakura, Syaoran, and Mokona managed to get back, the house was beyond saving.
The three had successfully found the feather, thanks to Mokona's senses and the kind locals who pointed them towards some haunted ruins.
Of course, said locals had conveniently forgotten to mention the feather was acting as a seal for a very big, angry demon.
"Kurogane-san!" Syaoran Li drew his sword and rushed to Kurogane's side. That had been a mistake.
The ninja was recovering from the shock of having the kitchen blown in by a fourteen-foot demon and was still a little distracted. He had immediately gone into focus mode, trying to get into the battle, zoning out all other activity and chaos until there was only the demon and him and sword and scale.
He had almost been at that point when Syaoran had called to him.
Kurogane turned his head.
The demon screeched, claws raking downward.
When they came back up, there was blood on the claws.
It wasn't Kurogane's.
"FAI-SAN!"
Kurogane blinked at the princess's cry, his eyes seeing but not comprehending the body in front of him, slashed and bleeding and there was blood over the pretty white tunic and how horribly cliché it all seemed, funny and laughable until it happened to you, and he felt it was his fault, all his fault, all his—
Kurogane descended into madness, barely hearing his own enraged roar before the world went blood red and pulsing and warm.
When Fai awoke again, it was night.
It was night and he was wrapped in a soft warm blanket, and oh he felt so weak and he tried to stretch but his muscles wouldn't move and he felt so very sleepy. He tried to sit up and failed, his arms collapsing back with a moan.
"You awake?"
Fai froze.
Kurogane emerged from the shadows and looked at his profile placidly, expressionless…waiting, Fai realized, and treated him to the ghost of his old plaster grin. "Where…where are we…Kuro…poppo…?"
"Motel," came the response.
"…I…I see."
And he sat there trying to catch his breath when suddenly Kurogane launched himself at Fai and wrapped the frail body in his arms with crushing force and he couldn't breathe, couldn't speak—
And he felt the warm blood pulsing, and sudden strength ran into him.
"NO!" The mage flailed and panicked, pushed and scratched and tore and cursed, but the warrior never let go and simply tightened his vicelike grip.
"LET ME GO! I hate you! Let me go, or I will—"
"Then hit me."
"You need this as much as I do," the ninja whispered, putting a hand into the soft hair and stroking it gently. "Just pretend we're back in Yamano. Pretend that I'm hot and sweaty and tired, Fai, and kiss me, nip me, bite me. Drink, Fai." The almost erotic hiss at the end sent tremors through Fai's body.
"…Y…you're scared of needmmmph." He was effectively silenced by lips crushed to the artery and the pulse on his lips was begging to be taken in and oh god what was this…?
"Make me unafraid," came the whispered response, and then he massaged his back, and any resistance Fai had died as he opened his mouth, positioned his canines just so, and—
Fai gasped at first, felt the blood on his lips, tried to pull away and Kurogane just held him there with as much force as he could muster. Fai cursed him silently; when the ninja pulled his hand away, Fai had already taken enough of a swallow. He couldn't leave now.
Tongue played elegantly against the rough skin, licking, tasting, this was like a drug and better than anything he had ever tasted and it was absolutely divine, the soaring, primal feeling returning to his body as he suckled and slurped in abandon, and was surprised when Kurogane pushed him closer, panting in his ear, trying to form words but apparently failing.
"Fai," came the hoarse, almost husky gasp, and the body beneath him trembled with need and desire and Fai marveled that he was the one making Kurogane feel that way, that the gasps and squirms and unformed sweet nothings were his doing. And so Fai pulled back reluctantly, every fiber of his being shooting with energy, alive, and kissed Kurogane and pushed his tongue in so that Kurogane could feel how marvelous this was, how so very divine he tasted, all his and his alone and the door had never seemed so trivial a thing as their hips pressed together, clothes went flying, torn, and they became one again, and the night air had never smelled so sweet or tasted so of copper.
"…and in the spring, you can see the trees bloom and the Sakura blossoms come out. Then the princess declares it a holiday and we all take off, mingle underneath those soft pink petals. I stayed with Tomoyo-hime and watched her…so elegant and graceful among the fluttering pink snow." Fai tensed beneath him and Kurogane languidly regretted what he had said, well aware that sex and sweat and whatever the hell Fai had done to him hadn't worn off, and so he pulls the body closer against him, spooning his back against him. "I want to take you there. I want to see you laugh and play among those velvet blossoms, and we'll eat and drink and make love and not give a damn about anything."
"I never knew you were so poetic," Fai mumbled, and Kurogane let out a harsh chuckle as he enveloped Fai's ear in a kiss. Already the flush was coming back into Fai's waxy cheeks, thank god.
"…Do you hate me?"
Fai was silent for so long that Kurogane had thought he had fallen asleep. It was only when he was close to slumber as well that Fai answered.
"I do hate you, Kurogane. I do hate that you're such a hardass, that you don't give up. I hate you because you're making me face my past and pushing me when I want to stop."
He shuffled and turned over, and must have seen Kurogane's heartbreaking face, because he smoothed the sorrowful eyes, and looked into those ruby irises with his one good one and said, "I hate that I might love you a little, that I'm not able to stop. I hate how you hold me so tenderly and make me want to stay. I hate…I hate that I…love what you're talking about, that I want to go…and see the sakura…petals, and do all…that you….say………" And then that beautiful blue eye closed, the breathing evening out as his face relaxed.
Kurogane gave a half-smile and, in his last moments of consciousness, tried to plant a kiss on the crown of Fai's forehead. He was centimeters away when the demon Nod whisked him away into a deep, satisfying sleep in preparation for what the morrow had in store, and the fresh wind blessed the two, snuggled and joined in slumber, soul, and body, giving not an easy promise of happily ever after but instead a prayer that these two would find a way together, bonded, prepared for whatever maelstroms might come.
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Now excuse me while I go and hide under my conveniently located bomb shelter.