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Having a lump of metal attached to your shoulder after quite a few weeks of having... Nothing at all, threw off a person's sense of balance quite a good deal. Kurogane was stubborn, though, and didn't let the odd anchor affixed to his shoulder slow him down much in the first few days. Piffle was a peaceful world, a familiar one, but that didn't mean Kurogane was going to slack off- He had an arm now, and if he was going to be fit to fight wherever they landed next, proper training was in order.
This plan worked nicely, until Fai had managed to find him lying foolishly in a pile of oil barrels, most of which were crushed by the heavy metal arm that was keeping Kurogane pinned there like a beached turtle. The mage had laughed and Kurogane swore, flushing a bright red that the dim garage lamps completely failed to hide, with oil-slicked clothes and dented pride.
The shower afterwords had been quite nice, though.
But since discovering what the ninja had been up to, Fai had taken on the role of ‘mentor’, supervising Kurogane's training and general well-being at all hours. Oftentimes employing Mokona's help- which, in Kuroane's humble opinion, was even worse.
Syaoran was content to stay as far away from the madness that was sure to erupt as possible, taking on Kurogane's role as not-official-but-may-as-well-be bodyguard for their lovely host. Miss Tomoyo kept him quite busy with the sewing machine, anyway, and there was never a shortage of... Work.
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“Kuro-rii~” Fai cooed from what he had deemed the ‘sidelines’, an old Dragonfly with surprisingly comfortable seats; “your arm is doing the twitch-y thing again.”
“Ah?” He called back, not even bothering to turn around but at least pausing in his maiming of their creatively-rigged dummy. Sparing a quick look at his arm, he saw that the seemingly-human limb was indeed developing a tick along the shoulder muscles, and he reluctantly had to resign to Fai's side for the magician to take a look at it.
Mokona burbled happily beside him while Fai's fingers danced across seams in the artificial flesh, swaying with a kind of internal rhythm. “Kurogane forgot to grease it~”
The inconvenience of having to regularly oil and slick the mass of machinery was not a very appealing drawback, considering their frequent world-hopping, but it came with the deal and he really had no other choice. It didn't mean he liked it, though.
“Shut up, manju. I oiled it three days ago.”
“Ah, Kuro-pu, but you didn't clean out the previous oil, did you?”
Kurogane quickly looked to the side, which was all the answer Fai needed. He lightly flicked the ninja's ear. “Bad dog! Remember that next time- all you have to do is open it in the shower. It's really quite simple.”
“Tch. You don't exactly make it easy to remember.”
“Ahaha!”
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It seemed just like a human arm, if you looked past the almost imperceptible seam where fake skin met biological. And the occasional glitches. No one could honestly tell the difference; unless they were Fai.
Being so up-close to the arm gave the magician a new perspective of it all. He knew the inner workings of it, the way to slick the tubing for fluid movement, the light seams and hatches that allowed access to the metal monster underneath. He knew the texture; just a fraction softer, not roughed by the sun or a lifetime of training. The oddest things were probably the fingers, though.
Laying beside Kurogane, who was curled protectively around him, biological arm around his waist and warm breath on his neck, he studied the mechanical digits with open fascination. Kurogane couldn't feel them, but he watched nonetheless. It was another one of those odd moments, seeing a part of your body that was so obviously you but very... Not.
There weren't callouses on his artificial hands. The fingers were as smooth and almost-human-like as the rest of his arm, a feeling Fai was incredibly fascinated with. He could spend hours comparing the textures, bending fingers and pressing palms together. Even the mage's own hands had grown small callouses over their journey, no longer entirely smooth. Kurogane liked the feeling, personally. It was something strangely human for Fai- something that reminded him that he was mortal.
Fai felt the same. The feeling of rough hands caressing him, scratching lightly down his skin... Kurogane with smooth hands just didn't seem to fit. He often squirmed away from the un-calloused hand; not out of disgust, but out of preference.
He was getting better, though.
“Kuro-sama...” Fai muttered, busy with the unfeeling hand as Kurogane teased his ear with sharp nips. “It's strange.”
Kurogane stilled, shifting a little awkwardly. Though Fai still had his hand in a vice-like grip, he felt he should apologize for something. “...Sorry,” He said, trying to retrieve his false hand; but Fai shook his head and brought it closer, resting his cheek against the smooth not-quite-skin. Kurogane waited.
“No, not like that, it's just...” Fai exhaled softly along the palm, and Kurogane hated that he couldn't feel it. “I'm not used to it yet. But I think I will be.”
He shifted around, facing Kurogane with earnest blue-gold eyes, and kissed the palm affectionately. Their eyes never wavered. “It's as much a part of you as anything else- and I don't care that you can't feel anything. It's just... Odd. For you to have such soft hands.”
Fisting a handful of cloth, Kurogane's nightshirt, Fai buried his face in the ninja's tanned collarbone, kissing the skin there lightly as he maneuvered the mechanical hand downwards. Kurogane, being deprived of sensation there, had to watch Fai's every movement to know what he was doing, where to go...
“But I'm willing to learn...?”
Kurogane smiled into his hair, the blond strands tickling his lips and nose, and curled his artificial fingers experimentally. Fai made a pleased noise against his neck, working on buttons and taking his time; it was harder than it seemed, working one-handed, and he wondered how Kurogane managed all those weeks.
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Fai gasped at the touch, unexpected as it was. He then realized that Kurogane, having to operate entirely without sensation down there, was reliant on his vocal cues and body language. It was an oddly arousing thought, and so as he rocked back into the clumsy fist wrapped around him, he thrust his tongue into Kurogane's mouth, shuttering lightly.
Kurogane smirked, finally rolling them over to something more comfortable. He relished in what feeling he did have as he pinched a rosy nipple, abandoning Fai's mouth in favor of his neck and trying to focus on what his other hand was doing. Afraid to apply much pressure, he had to try keeping his hand in a loose hold, as much as his mind betrayed him. Fai didn't seem to really mind.
His hair was loose around his face and spilled onto the pillows, threads of gold in the moonlight- eyes open and fixed on Kurogane's expression, smiling through the throaty moans. He was loving this, blond eyelashes fluttering with each clumsy stroke, and Kurogane seemed to be picking up the hang of it. But Fai was no passive partner.
Reaching up, he scratched sharp nails down Kurogane's back, latching his own mouth onto one of Kurogane's nipples. Suckling and rolling the nub around with a sinful tongue, he gave Kurogane's hand a light squeeze, curling the mechanical fingers tighter around him. They both shivered.
“Gods, Kuro-sama...” Fai whispered, breathless as he moved across the tanned chest; “More please?”
Kurogane quirked an eyebrow, glancing down. Fai seemed rather desperate, and it was no wonder why- so Kurogane gave in to that part of his brain that still remembered the way to grip him just right, how to apply the right pressure at the right times; and to his considerable surprise, it worked. Fai keened and arched into him, hands clutching the covers and panting harshly; he wouldn't last much longer at this rate.
It was always beautiful when Fai lost control; clutching blindly at Kurogane's shoulders, his back, his hair, Fai came with a strangled gasp, tensing in the ninja's hold.
When he came back to himself, Kurogane was nipping at his neck once more, licking cruelly at the pulse point. Fai shuttered and smirked, rolling them over with more strength than he should have had- heedless of the sticky mess left clinging to his stomach and chest, all along the sheets.
He licked off what was left on Kurogane's fingers, though, sucking the smooth digits harshly and palming him through his flimsy cotton pants. Kurogane really wished he could feel that hand, now.
“My turn.”
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“Hyuu~ Nice job, Kuro-min!” The blond chirped, sitting again on the ‘sidelines’ as Kurogane hacked a tin dummy to shreds. Mokona bounced and cheered, circling around the garage in hyperactive excitement. It didn't really take much to get her going.
The whole ‘family’ was there that afternoon, Tomoyo included. {Along with her entourage of black-clad bodyguards.} Syaoran had brought them all lunch, as a sort of impromptu picnic. He nodded in agreement to Fai's praise, impressed at his teacher's grasp of the skill in such a short time- Mokona stole one of his finger sandwiches when he wasn't looking.
“Your control has certainly improved, and your grip's not half as loose...” Fai continued, enjoying far too much the deep flush that crept up the ninja's neck.
Tomoyo giggled behind her sleeve as Kurogane bristled, hand twitching around the sword's base. “Shut up, mage.”
“No, really! You're quite good at gripping the-”
“Just shut up!”
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{I hate LJ's character limit. .-.}
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Beautiful fill, thank you so much for this! :DDD
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