Kyou Kara Maou: Grace
Warnings: Alternate universe. Mellow angst. Kay's fetish for giving people who are in love vials of poison with which to kill one another.
( They would find no traces of the man, who did not exist. )
( They would find no traces of the man, who did not exist. )
When he finally reaches his room, wrestles the door open and turns around, he is just in time to see Lukas careen into the hall after him. A smile crosses his features in the heartbeat before they crash together.
Ken twines his arms around the waist of his heart-stopping apparition, as much for balance as anything else: they're so tight against one another that he can feel every hoarse breath, the energy radiating from Lukas after their exertion, and it's like lightning in his blood. A pleased sound escapes him, half greeting and half invitation, before he throws himself into a kiss, a real one, open-mouthed and searching, the first in what feels like forever.
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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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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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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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He skims his hands over firm muscle until Lukas pushes himself up on his arms, and the blond just hovers there for a long moment, vivid gaze sketching out every detail of Ken's shape... Ken is patient despite the flush creeping up his neck, taking the opportunity to appreciate in return every aspect of the lean form poised above him, but in only heartbeats his patience is defeated by the look of smug satisfaction on those beautiful features.
"Are you planning on just looking?" Ken asks, dry. He doesn't wait for an answer, threading into tousled hair and tugging him down to meet his lips again. Lukas makes a pleased rumble into his mouth that melts into a moan as Ken's wandering hand slides below the belt for a second time. The Sage knows when to indulge and when to play dirty.
Lukas lowers onto him, pressing him back into the couch cushions. Ken's hand, trapped between them, presses against his own aching erection, drawing a muffled whimper from his throat.
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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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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 so annoying on himself.
"Help me," he manages, curling his fingers tenderly into the tousled hair at the nape of Lukas's neck.
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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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Lukas ducks his head in again to crush their lips together, swallowing the sound of someone's moan as their hips align just right. More of that will be the end of his self-control-- he's impatient but not that impatient. There should be nothing between them. Ken shifts position, urging both of them upright as he trails swift breathless kisses over the blond's jaw, tugging off his glasses as they get in his way.
He tries to form a sentence but his thoughts are for once too scattered for reason. He needs this too much to find his usual collected grace. Clumsy fingers tug at Lukas's jeans, working them lower.
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Ken pushes and pulls at him until he's up on his knees. Ken's fingers brushing against sensitized skin as the dark-haired youth whimpers softly. The jeans provide an infuriating barrier and he twists and contorts to squirm free of them without taking his hands from the bare skin of his lover.
His own jeans removed, he captures Ken's open lips in another kiss, even as his hands pull and guide the smaller youth out of his own jeans and tug him forward so he straddles Lukas's lap. The blond purrs into the kiss, one hand rubbing possessive circles against the small of his back, urging the other closer by the tiniest increments.
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The way those touches lay effortless claim to him threaten to rob all his remaining self-control. They're so close, those blue eyes electric on him, that even Ken's poor vision can't blur the details.
Breath comes hard and fast with anticipation as Lukas nudges him that last distance between, and then in the instant of contact Ken groans into his lover's smug kiss, the blond's name barely audible in the urgent sound. His fingers tighten on lean hips as he grinds down, heated erections caught between their bodies with maddening pressure. They are skin against skin almost as much as possible now, a friction eased by need and the faint sheen of sweat.
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The other comes to rest just below Ken's racing heart as Lukas breaks the kiss long enough to suck in a deep breath. He dips his head again, brushing Ken's lips over and over again in light feathery kisses. He is whispering between kisses - promises and declarations in a hundred ancient and dead languages as he nips lightly at swollen lips and they rock against each other in a maddening rhythm.
His thumb starts to move, barely touching the sensitive nub of Ken's nipple then away, then back in a phantom caress. All the while Lukas whispers loving and possessive words against his lover's parted lips.
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And when Lukas begins to speak-- Ken has never been vocal, but he loves it, loves it as Lukas purrs of the future with words from the past that only they could know, it crawls under his skin and burns in his blood. He moans, twisting closer, and buries his face into Lukas's shoulder, eyes closed and scoring whatever flesh is nearest with nibbling bites and urgent kisses.
The fever sweeps over him, a shuddering need heightened with every murmur and tantalizing caress, until the rhythmic thrust of his hips isn't enough. He only needs a little more, something just a breath more solid, and he steals an arm from around his lover's neck to drop between them.
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His world has dwindled to the silken feel of Ken's skin against his, the only sound that of Ken's breathless cries as his his climax builds, the taste of Ken's lips filling Lukas's mouth and the scent Ken and sweat and sex more potent that any drug or herbal compound. He bucks up against the unsteady hand, his own dropping to fumble for Ken.
He pushes up again, resenting even the frail barrier of sweat between them. Ken shivers and shudders and screams; the sound of release and completion and a satisfaction that Lukas can almost taste and the world explodes into fireworks and he howls silently as the shudders of Ken's release start the cascade of his own climax.
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Grateful. He slides bonelessly to one side of his lover's lap for the express purpose of twining close, closer than he could have while still hovering above him braced on his legs. He can hear the rapid thudding of Lukas's heart as he tucks his head against the blond's shoulder, and he knows that Lukas can feel his. If they weren't going to desperately need a shower in about two minutes, he might have closed his eyes and let the moment stretch out forever.
"You still love me," he hears himself say, amazed. It isn't a question -- he has never been more certain of anything as he is of this, right now -- but he has to say it because it's so unexpected and perfect, and he really is grateful.
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"You still love me,"
He opens his eyes a little, peering up at his lover through long dark lashes...and smiles. They've gone so far, endured so much loss and hardship but in this one, perfect moment, none of it matters.
They're together again, and this time...
"-no more letting go."
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