A short, maybe-onesided piece to get me started. It's kinda strange to really start writing slash. It feels kinda new and shiny. So shiny that I don't know where to start XD Oh man. Well, there'll be more Fado/Hayden in the future (also Fadia/Hayden-ness). BTW, both Fado and Hayden are 15-ish.
Fado´s head throbbed painfully. And it was dark, very dark. He frowned; why was it dark? He noticed that something was in his hair, tugging at it and pressing it down. He grumbled lowly. There was a noise – it sounded a bit like a voice – and more tugging. Fado hummed. It actually felt kinda nice. Whatever that was. Maybe it was something bad... he shouldn't be this calm. But he couldn't bring himself to care. Besides, he felt a bit dizzy and his head light. And whatever was raking through his hair was really nice... and gentle. Well, a bit rough as well, but still nice. Fado sighed comfortably.
Something pushed his head to the side; Fado didn't like that and growled. The noise grew louder, kinda like a jump in the sound... or something. The whatever glided over the back of his head. Fado hm-ed with contentment when it gently scraped over his sensitive nape. The thing ghosting over his head stopped and Fado pursed his lips disappointed. His head was put down again.
Suddenly, completely out of nowhere, Fado noticed that his eyes were closed. Why did he not notice that? How strange. But then his mind felt so heavy and slow and it was like he was wrapped up in cotton. He tried to pry his eyes open, but they were so heavy. And glued together. He struggled for so unbelievably long (and was distracted by the whatever stroking behind his ears), but finally, finally he managed to look.
And everything was blurry. And it made his head hurt even more. Fado groaned. At least there was something above him that blocked out the light. Whatever that was; it was also blurry. He squinted, strained his eyes to at least make out some outlines. The whatever moved around again – which made looking harder, dammit – and there was something grey and there was skin and... it might be a face. Fado hm-ed. Yah, that could be a face.
Pain jolted through him and he yelped. There was noise again and the something left his head. A tiny bit Fado missed it. The thing above him disappeared for a second again, which Fado didn't like. It had felt like he was being protected and now he was left alone in this state? Very uncomfortable.
Then the thing returned and Fado sighed happily. And the something raking through his hair was back so he was even more happy. Slowly blinking, he let the whatever press something else on his head. It was confusing, but hm, Fado was distracted. It also did sting a bit, but well, that happens. Fado rather watched that thing above him through eyes half shut.
His gaze grew slowly, very slowly clearer. And he detected that it was skin and that there was a person leaning over him. He had no idea who that was, but he or she seemed nice, yes. Fado sighed again. Lazily and strangely comforted, he let his gaze roam over the face; or at least the lower part because he couldn't move his head. The person was still pressing something on his head and holding him tight (and no longer stroking him!).
There was a chin... yes, a chin. Was it big? Fado couldn't tell. But it was there. That was good, yes. Fado´s gaze wandered a bit higher – the pressure on his head decreased for a few seconds but returned stronger afterwards. A movement on the face – the twitching of the mouth – drew his gaze to it.
Fado wondered if he knew those lips; they didn't seem that unfamiliar. But maybe that was just because his mind was still so fuzzy and he couldn't remember much anyway. Hm, the lips were thin, very thin. The lower lip was a bit bigger but it was barely noticeable. Just to Fado. Or maybe he was imagining it; that was also plausible. They didn't look like girls´ lips. No, Fado knew girls´ lips. Oh, he knew them well, yes, yes. They were always painted; red or pink. It was pretty but also stuck to his lips and so everybody knew when he had snagged a lady to have fun with her (and they loved to come because he was a great kisser). No, those lips were not painted. And they were pale. Not very dark, no. Fado frowned a bit. He didn't remember lips that pale. At least not on a girl. He would've noticed it. Very strange.
The pressure on his head lessened again. The lips disappeared for a second and Fado did not like it; he was just investigating them! But they quickly returned so he was pacified. A smile settled on his face.
They truly did not look like girls´ lips. And Fado knew girls´ lips but not those. Now that made him curious. He wondered how they would feel like; girls´ lips were often very soft and nice. Even though the paint was often annoying (they should give them some nice flavour, oh yes). Would they be hard? Could lips even feel hard? Would he even feel them? So many questions flew through his head; it made everything look so blurry again. And his head felt so dizzy again.
Maybe he should just try. Yes, that was a good idea. And the pressure was not there anymore, so he leaned upwards and placed his lips on the ones above him, almost missing his target. The person froze and didn't return Fado´s kiss but he didn't particularly care. He just want to feel those lips. And they were nice, very nice. Not as soft as the girls´ but also nice. Not hard, no. Different but in a good way. He'd like to do that again when his mind was clearly again.
With a contented sigh, he lowered his head again. It was all so dizzy and nice and his gaze blurred and his head spun and everything became black again.
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Hayden was frozen in shock. With wide eyes he stared down at Fado, who had passed out again. The bleeding from the head wound he got when he fell from the tree – why did he always try to trump Hayden in everything? – had finally stopped. The bloodied handkerchief was still in Hayden´s hand, hovering near the wound. Hayden blinked slowly and sat back. His heart slammed against his chest and his own blood seemed to boil and thump against his eardrums. His face felt so hot.
Swallowing hard, he pushed himself to his feet, swaying a bit because this was all so very weird, and walked back to the castle to alert his guardian that Fado was hurt. All the while trying to calm his heart and banishing this experience from his mind because this felt far too good to be normal.