[FIC] Without Words, Tsubasa Chronicles for Daisy_chan
Title: Without Words.
Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Rating: PG
Request: Daisy_chan's Kurogane/Fai request set in the world where they're seperated from the others for six months.
Summary: Without words, they had to fill the emptiness between them somehow.
Notes: I'd love to offer more to the community in terms of cutting the number of fics down, but there are literally two requests I can do, and they would still be a real stretch. Also, I have a distinct feeling that I wrote a drabble on my journal ages ago about this arc with the exact same title, but I'll be damned if I can find it.
They don’t have words, so they drink instead. Kurogane learnt early on that Fai can hold his alcohol whenever he damn well feels like it, which isn’t as often as Kurogane prefers. Sometimes their drinking splurges are fine, and they spend hours forgetting that they can’t talk to each other because they’re too busy getting drunk. But other times, other times …
Fai fucking purrs. And meows. And throws himself at Kurogane and leeches onto him like a perverted slug. It’s all so fake and shallow and empty and Kurogane hates every moment of it, almost as much as Fai strangely seems to enjoy it. No. Not enjoys it. Needs it. Fai, whose mouth distracts everyone else from all the little kinks and mars on his personality is not as effective here as it is in worlds were his fake and shallow and empty words can at least be understood.
And so, Fai uses his mouth in other, just as distracting ways. As Kurogane forces him back against a wall, his hands straying heatedly to the belt tied loosely around Fai’s indecently slim waist, it is that mouth that crushes harshly against his own, stealing away his breath as well as his ability to think. Alcohol stains their breath, stains the air, but neither of them are truly drunk. Fai just needs to pretend to be, something that is almost as fucked up as Kurogane playing along. It hadn’t started like this, all heat and alcohol and quick fucks against the wall, how it ended this way Kurogane isn’t entirely sure. But they can blame it on the alcohol, and that’s enough for both of them.
Fast. Fuck. Breathe, finally, when it’s all over and they’re tangled together in a mess on the floor. And sometimes these moments are fine, and neither of them says or does anything other than detangle and disperse, and other times, other times …
Fai fucking talks. Lyrical words that have a soft, almost musical rhythm to them filter through Kurogane’s senses and still him momentarily at Fai’s side. He doesn’t understand the words, has never understood them, but it doesn’t stop him from listening all the same. It’s only when the words run out that the spell breaks, and Kurogane can find ones of his own.
“Even when I can’t understand a word you're saying, I can still tell you’re lying, Fai.”
Fai smiles; they both know they’re not fooling anyone.
And Kurogane goes to get himself another beer.
Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Rating: PG
Request: Daisy_chan's Kurogane/Fai request set in the world where they're seperated from the others for six months.
Summary: Without words, they had to fill the emptiness between them somehow.
Notes: I'd love to offer more to the community in terms of cutting the number of fics down, but there are literally two requests I can do, and they would still be a real stretch. Also, I have a distinct feeling that I wrote a drabble on my journal ages ago about this arc with the exact same title, but I'll be damned if I can find it.
They don’t have words, so they drink instead. Kurogane learnt early on that Fai can hold his alcohol whenever he damn well feels like it, which isn’t as often as Kurogane prefers. Sometimes their drinking splurges are fine, and they spend hours forgetting that they can’t talk to each other because they’re too busy getting drunk. But other times, other times …
Fai fucking purrs. And meows. And throws himself at Kurogane and leeches onto him like a perverted slug. It’s all so fake and shallow and empty and Kurogane hates every moment of it, almost as much as Fai strangely seems to enjoy it. No. Not enjoys it. Needs it. Fai, whose mouth distracts everyone else from all the little kinks and mars on his personality is not as effective here as it is in worlds were his fake and shallow and empty words can at least be understood.
And so, Fai uses his mouth in other, just as distracting ways. As Kurogane forces him back against a wall, his hands straying heatedly to the belt tied loosely around Fai’s indecently slim waist, it is that mouth that crushes harshly against his own, stealing away his breath as well as his ability to think. Alcohol stains their breath, stains the air, but neither of them are truly drunk. Fai just needs to pretend to be, something that is almost as fucked up as Kurogane playing along. It hadn’t started like this, all heat and alcohol and quick fucks against the wall, how it ended this way Kurogane isn’t entirely sure. But they can blame it on the alcohol, and that’s enough for both of them.
Fast. Fuck. Breathe, finally, when it’s all over and they’re tangled together in a mess on the floor. And sometimes these moments are fine, and neither of them says or does anything other than detangle and disperse, and other times, other times …
Fai fucking talks. Lyrical words that have a soft, almost musical rhythm to them filter through Kurogane’s senses and still him momentarily at Fai’s side. He doesn’t understand the words, has never understood them, but it doesn’t stop him from listening all the same. It’s only when the words run out that the spell breaks, and Kurogane can find ones of his own.
“Even when I can’t understand a word you're saying, I can still tell you’re lying, Fai.”
Fai smiles; they both know they’re not fooling anyone.
And Kurogane goes to get himself another beer.