First official Malik/Kurtz one-shot by Meowzy
Remember that Malik/Kurtz bit I wrote for the Slash Meme a while back? I decided to expand it and it is now more of a full-fledged one-shot. A small one, but a one-shot nonetheless. Ohohohoho!~ So yeah, the first half is pretty much the exact same as in the one-shot, the second half is the new part. Enjoy?
Characters: Malik Caesars, Kurtz Bessel.
Fandom: Tales of Graces.
Pairings: Malik/Kurtz.
Warnings/rating: PG 15. There's only vague hintings at sex.
Summary: Tiny one-shot in which both Kurtz and Malik remember the 'good old days'.
Memories
The cold, harsh Fendel air howled outside, rattling the windows of Kurtz’s office. Snow was really coming down today, even more so than usual. It didn’t catch too much of the man’s attention, though. He knew he’d still be stuck inside Fendel Tower for several hours. No, something else was on his mind. A glass of brandy in one hand, his eyes fell on a picture taken during the ‘good old days’. Days when she was still alive. Days when Malik was still around.
Even after all these years, he still remembered fervently. Times when Malik would convince him to sneak off during training exercises, only to end up getting drunk in a bar and somehow wake up in the same bed together a few hours later. Times when they nearly got caught making out in a supply closet, only to come up with some sort of lame excuse that magically pulled the attention away from them. There were plenty of times when Malik managed to get Kurtz into trouble, but then again, he was also always there to get him out again.
Even after all these years, Kurtz still remembered. Malik’s rough kisses, the man’s hot breath on his neck, fingers running down his chest. He wasn’t a gentle lover, but he wasn’t cruel for the sake of causing pain. Malik simply loved to tease- to make his friend beg for more. As much as Kurtz hated to admit it, he ended up doing just that more than once.
After all this time, he still remembered how conflicted it made him feel, back then. Kurtz had always been one to abide by the rules and he knew perfectly well what would’ve happened if anyone had ever found out. Still, in the end he was willing to put it on the line for that man. He remembered yearning for Malik’s smell, his taste, his touch… That deep voice, groaning his name…
Bittersweet memories, indeed. Kurtz’s face contorted and before he knew it, the glass he was holding only a few seconds ago had been smashed against the wall. Why did he leave?
-
The salty ocean air came as a cool breeze, whipping at Malik’s hair as the ship slowly cruised into harsher territory. It hardly bugged the man, who was standing on deck, his gaze cast out across the water. Arms crossed over his chest in a faint attempt to keep warm, an inaudible sigh passed his lips. They were heading to Fendel. The first flakes of snow started to fall, reminding him of days long past. Days when the three of them were still together. Whatever had become of his old companion?
Even after all these years, he still remembered vividly. Times when he’d visit Kurtz’s house after training hours to share a bottle of vodka, a couple of good laughs and inevitably a bed. Times when they literally had to sneak through the city at night to avoid their superiors, who would surely find their moonlight strolls suspicious. Times when Kurtz would get mad at him for landing them both in yet another compromising position, only for Malik to soothe the man’s anxiousness by assuring him that things were going to be fine.
Even after all these years, Malik still remembered. Kurtz’s fingernails digging into his back, a head of monochromatic hair leaning against his neck, teeth sinking into his shoulder to muffle a scream… He’d always loved finding new ways to make his partner squirm. Not that he wanted to control Kurtz, oh no. He just wanted to explore new boundaries. Both for Kurtz and himself.
Even after all this time, he remembered how content he felt, breaking the rules like that. Fendel had always been far too confining for a free spirit like Malik and the thought that he was committing an act of ‘taboo’ helped him to cope. Besides, he really had grown fond of that man. Fond to the point that he hadn’t wanted to let go in the end. He remembered Kurtz’s dark green eyes, his rare smiles… That hoarse voice, somehow reaching a high note whenever he cried Malik’s name…
Unforgiving memories, indeed. Malik bit his bottom lip as he continued to watch the ocean water crash against the ship’s hull and he couldn’t help but wonder. Why did he ultimately decide to leave?
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Ahhh I love this pairing so muuuuch ♥
Characters: Malik Caesars, Kurtz Bessel.
Fandom: Tales of Graces.
Pairings: Malik/Kurtz.
Warnings/rating: PG 15. There's only vague hintings at sex.
Summary: Tiny one-shot in which both Kurtz and Malik remember the 'good old days'.
Memories
The cold, harsh Fendel air howled outside, rattling the windows of Kurtz’s office. Snow was really coming down today, even more so than usual. It didn’t catch too much of the man’s attention, though. He knew he’d still be stuck inside Fendel Tower for several hours. No, something else was on his mind. A glass of brandy in one hand, his eyes fell on a picture taken during the ‘good old days’. Days when she was still alive. Days when Malik was still around.
Even after all these years, he still remembered fervently. Times when Malik would convince him to sneak off during training exercises, only to end up getting drunk in a bar and somehow wake up in the same bed together a few hours later. Times when they nearly got caught making out in a supply closet, only to come up with some sort of lame excuse that magically pulled the attention away from them. There were plenty of times when Malik managed to get Kurtz into trouble, but then again, he was also always there to get him out again.
Even after all these years, Kurtz still remembered. Malik’s rough kisses, the man’s hot breath on his neck, fingers running down his chest. He wasn’t a gentle lover, but he wasn’t cruel for the sake of causing pain. Malik simply loved to tease- to make his friend beg for more. As much as Kurtz hated to admit it, he ended up doing just that more than once.
After all this time, he still remembered how conflicted it made him feel, back then. Kurtz had always been one to abide by the rules and he knew perfectly well what would’ve happened if anyone had ever found out. Still, in the end he was willing to put it on the line for that man. He remembered yearning for Malik’s smell, his taste, his touch… That deep voice, groaning his name…
Bittersweet memories, indeed. Kurtz’s face contorted and before he knew it, the glass he was holding only a few seconds ago had been smashed against the wall. Why did he leave?
-
The salty ocean air came as a cool breeze, whipping at Malik’s hair as the ship slowly cruised into harsher territory. It hardly bugged the man, who was standing on deck, his gaze cast out across the water. Arms crossed over his chest in a faint attempt to keep warm, an inaudible sigh passed his lips. They were heading to Fendel. The first flakes of snow started to fall, reminding him of days long past. Days when the three of them were still together. Whatever had become of his old companion?
Even after all these years, he still remembered vividly. Times when he’d visit Kurtz’s house after training hours to share a bottle of vodka, a couple of good laughs and inevitably a bed. Times when they literally had to sneak through the city at night to avoid their superiors, who would surely find their moonlight strolls suspicious. Times when Kurtz would get mad at him for landing them both in yet another compromising position, only for Malik to soothe the man’s anxiousness by assuring him that things were going to be fine.
Even after all these years, Malik still remembered. Kurtz’s fingernails digging into his back, a head of monochromatic hair leaning against his neck, teeth sinking into his shoulder to muffle a scream… He’d always loved finding new ways to make his partner squirm. Not that he wanted to control Kurtz, oh no. He just wanted to explore new boundaries. Both for Kurtz and himself.
Even after all this time, he remembered how content he felt, breaking the rules like that. Fendel had always been far too confining for a free spirit like Malik and the thought that he was committing an act of ‘taboo’ helped him to cope. Besides, he really had grown fond of that man. Fond to the point that he hadn’t wanted to let go in the end. He remembered Kurtz’s dark green eyes, his rare smiles… That hoarse voice, somehow reaching a high note whenever he cried Malik’s name…
Unforgiving memories, indeed. Malik bit his bottom lip as he continued to watch the ocean water crash against the ship’s hull and he couldn’t help but wonder. Why did he ultimately decide to leave?
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Ahhh I love this pairing so muuuuch ♥