Kyou Kara Maou: Grace

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Warnings: Alternate universe. Mellow angst. Kay's fetish for giving people who are in love vials of poison with which to kill one another.

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Third Time's the Charm

[aramuin]

The world encroaches again and though he knows it is inevitable, the dark-haired youth resents it. A moment of paradise leaves one unwilling to return to the mundane world. A passer-by blunders into them, the collision compelling them to separate.

Even an inch seems too much of a divide and he stifles the urge to cling to the other man until the world tumbles into ash around them. The blond smiles ruefully down at him, that damnable equilibrium reasserting itself. He tips his head to look up at the other, who swoops to kiss him lightly.

The affection, so easily and freely offered, steals what little breath remains to him and he finds himself clinging to the golden phantom-made-flesh as to a rock in a stormy sea. The hope wars with the deeper fear that he will be abandoned, left behind, left alone.

The arm around his waist tightens and he looks up into bright blue eyes as a deep, much-loved voice whispers in his ear. "I did not even catch your name..."

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Caught off-guard by the request, he has to laugh, turning his face slightly into the blond's shoulder. It seems so strange that knowing one another better than he'd ever thought possible, closer than he'd ever thought possible, they are strangers like this

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[aramuin]

His fingers thread through silky black hair, much shorter now than he remembers it and he feels the smile curl his lips again. Centuries of self-control not enough to keep the goofy (such an oddly appropriate word for the sensation) smile in check.

"Murata Ken." He rolls the syllables along his tongue, sampling and savouring them like fine wine. "A good name."

The other looks up through messy bangs, dark eyes narrowed in fond exasperation as he reaches up to tug at a strand of unruly blond hair. The gesture is more hesitant but the blond smiles, leaning in to take advantage of the upturned face.

Smiling at his flushed and breathless love, he winks. "I call myself 'Lukas' now, appropriate, isn't it?"

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You can call yourself whatever you want. He was only conscious of it being a miracle, that they were together and all was forgiven and the blond was so perfect, so very much himself. Not trusting his eyes alone to report the facts (his eyesight wasn't the best after all) he let touch tell him what he wanted to know. Restless fingers cross the narrow waist, run up his back, settle on strong shoulders, brush back that shining hair.

He categorizes every detail in his mind. He can hardly bring back the old details anymore, but who needs them?

"I don't remember you being so tall, Lukas," he says, lips twitching. Then he helplessly laughs, finding it funny almost out of relief and gratitude more than anything else. The goofy is, perhaps, contagious.

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[aramuin]

He cannot keep his hands to himself, touching, stroking and kneading the other's skin and clothes as they talk. He has re-learnt the wonders of sensation; the purity of a bird's song, the scent of fresh grass underfoot and the taste and variety of food in this world.

He touches his lips lightly to the smile, not daring to risk more. Even that light contact makes him burn with the need for more, the longing to crush Ken against him and never let go dusting his cheeks with a rosy flush.

"Perhaps we should adjourn to somewhere more ...private and I will be happy to show you how tall I have become."

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They are thinking the same thing now -- the dark-haired Mazoku glances up, evaluating, and he sees a heat in that electric blue gaze that brings images to his mind... images which are definitely best entertained in private. Out of reflex he flushes slightly, glancing away for the first time. There are still a lot of people around them, far too many people he thinks with distaste, and some with too much smug interest in the proceedings

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[aramuin]

He hesitates for only a heartbeat, old insecurities flaring then extinguished as Ken looks back. He meets those fearful eyes and flashes a brief smile as he lunges forward to take up the chase. Ken's laughter rings in his ears as they race through the hallways

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The sweetest sound he's ever heard might be the first footstep Lukas takes to follow him, the sound that breaks his irrational terror that his hallucination will vanish or that he won't be followed -- that he hasn't yet been forgiven enough to expect to be followed, pursued. But after that the whole run is pure joyous momentum, trying to save his breath for running and wasting it all on laughter

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[aramuin]

Ken's enthusiasm pushes him heavily back against the door as the need to breath wars with the deepening sense of connection. The kiss is hot, desperate and breathless. The heat of exertion mingles with the heat of desire.

They are both frantic with need, ripping at clothes. They push and pull and stumble across the floor; Lukas's hands slide up under the thin t-shirt and rove across soft skin. Ken catches his lover's lower lip, worrying at it while his hands pull and tug at the fastenings of Lukas's jeans.

The kiss breaks off, both of them heaving and gasping for air. Ken pulls Lukas's T-shirt off, tossing it away carelessly. Lukas hisses as his smaller lover's hands trail down his chest, fingertips skimming along the hard angles of muscle and tendons. Lukas groans, hands tightening spasmodically on his lover's hips as he dips his head to crash their lips back together.

Ken's fingers spin lazy circles around on rosy nub and he smiles into the kiss.

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He tries to think ahead again, to plan out the final branch of the journey -- to the bed? too far? to the sofa? really, is the floor that bad? -- but all he can focus on is how every inch of his body feels alive when they're flush against each other. Lukas keeps strong hands sliding over his back, making sure of that.

Ken pulls away from the kiss, breath coming fast, to tug off his shirt, and before he can even drop it Lukas is there, bent to nip at his neck and twine around him. He closes his eyes, shivering, and slips a hand between them and into the clasp of Lukas's jeans.

His fingers trace delicately over the firm flesh he finds, and instantly the blond groans again. Lukas bites down slightly harder at his neck in revenge for the teasing touch. Ken's back arches out of reflex and presses them together.

He definitely needs the couch. He takes a slight step backwards, and Lukas fills the space, seeking more contact.

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[aramuin]

The bared skin is porcelain pale against the dark navy of the History Department T-shirt. No scars, bruises or imperfections to mar the smooth lines and he cannot resist, hands curving possessively around slim hips as he dips his head to lap lightly at warm, satin skin.

Ken yelps and tangles himself in his T-shirt, fighting to free his eyes and arms. Lukas drags his tongue across pouting lips, drawing away as Ken leans forward. He nips at the delicate neck as Ken, rumpled and dreamy-eyed, pops out of his T-shirt and blunt nails scrape against the ridges of his spine.

Lukas bites harder than he intended, moaning hungrily as Ken's cool fingers skate lightly across his arousal and Ken arches into him, a hot hard pressure against Lukas's inner thigh that melts away even the pretense of rational thought.

Ken moves back and Lukas rushes forward, sending them both crashing onto the couch in a tangle of limbs and bare skin. The cushions are old, musty and patches of sun-warmed patterns press into his skin as he kisses Ken again.

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Although he is not entirely thrilled with the misstep, they land safely and Lukas sprawls over him and Ken forgets all about falling. Their position is slightly awkward, legs tangled off the edge of the couch, but it feels perfect

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[aramuin]

The feel of hands on skin makes him shiver with need. Eons of existence as spirit and barely-heard voice have starved him of real contact and soft hands tinge across his skin, forcing him back to regain some semblance of control. He can feel the smile spreading across his face as he stares down at the banquet of sensuality below him, at a loss to know what to do.

Ken's voice is dry but experience makes Lukas alert to the slight hint of breathlessness and the rapid pulse fluttering at the base of the smaller youth's throat. He leans eagerly into the kiss, forgetting that the Sage's cunning and grasp of 'underhand' tactics are peerless.

The flick of wicked fingers makes him moan softly into the kiss and his arms sag, crushing them together. He can almost taste the desire in the muffled whimper that escapes Ken's throat.

He rocks his hips against the trapped fingers, rubbing them back and forth against the bulge in Ken's jeans, even as he runs his tongue along Ken's teeth, tasting the faint aftertaste of mint.

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This close, with every other heartbeat bringing another roll of Lukas's hips and another surge of hot desire through Ken's veins, he forgets how to think. It's impossible to remember the neurotic certainty that Lukas isn't real: he is very real, solid and vibrant, and grinding into Ken until he thinks he might go blind.

His breath is shallow now, panting in short bursts against his lover's mouth. Ken draws up his legs and Lukas settles so naturally between them that he loves it, craves it. He arches up, sealing their lips again and dragging their bodies together.

Then, with a frustrated sound, he nudges Lukas back, and takes advantage of this slight distance between them to pry at the button of his still-fastened pants. The denim is constricting and maddening against his sensitized skin and he needs them off. But with Lukas draped over his legs he doesn't have the leverage to do it. Ken falls back against the sofa, breathing almost too hard to speak, and resents that jeans that look so good falling off the gorgeous blond's hips are

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[aramuin]

The contact is electrifying and he feels every touch like a line of fire against him. The sensations cascade like a river of heat down his spine and he hisses against Ken's flushed cheeks as the smaller youth opens his legs and they fit together like two halves of a whole.

He can feel Ken's heat, like solid flames pressing into him and there is a hand tangled in his hair and they're kissing. The desperate hungry kissing that bruises lips and tongue against sharp teeth.

Ken bucks him back and doubt flashes up again for a split second before the former Sage rocks up against him, fingers curling into his hair. There is no doubt, no second-guessing just raw, almost animalistic need.

"Always." He purrs, sliding one hand down to unsnap the buttons while his other hand slides in to explore. "...perfect, my love, so perfect."

He shifts, rubbing against Ken and the shock of skin-on-skin contact galvanizes him. He throws his head back, hissing through gritted teeth as he fights to keep control.

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Breath stutters in his chest as Lukas leans close with a ghostly drag of lips over his ear and neck. The husky words that follow ("perfect, my love") slide over his skin, dragging a shudder from the dark Mazoku. But even expecting it, even having asked for it, Ken can't fight the low cry as Lukas touches him, a powerful shock of desire twisting his back from the couch cushions. He strains into Lukas's hand, his own drifting desperately over the golden curve of his lover's bared throat, the lean ridges of muscle that beg to be touched