Fic: "Symphonies" 1/1 ¤Zero/X ¤ PG-13/Soft R ¤ Romance.
Another "Pixel" from me. This time, featuring X and Zero. My, but writing these snippets is FUN! ♥
Title: Symphonies.
Author: Nemesi.
Fandom: Rockman X (MMX)
Genre: General. Romance.
Word Count: 385.
Pairing: Zero/X
Rating: PG-13/soft R.
Disclaimer: Rockman X, its characters, places and themes belong to Capcom, Shogakukan, Keiji Inafune, etc. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warnings: Unbeated. Shounen-ai/Yaoi.
A/N: For Shadow Blues over at Ff.net, who wanted a Zero/X vignette. :D
Summary: Reploids have a fine talent for music. Who would’ve thought?
* * * * *
X wakes up with a moan, writhing against the hand that is skimming, feather-like, across his throat and side.
His eyes come open in a flutter of lashes, two flashes of green above the glowing red apples of his cheeks.
“What…” breathless, surprised, pleasured. “…are you dong?”
Zero smirks, slides his thumb against X’s bottom lip, once, twice. Silently, X opens his mouth around the tip, welcomes it in with teeth and tongue. Zero’s other hand waltzes down X’s back, a barely-there touch, drawing faint moans in its wake. He racks his nails gently on that sensitive zone just above the swell of X’s bottom, watches as X’s eyes flutter close in delight; as his partner arches taut against his chest, voicing another sweet noise.
“You,” Zero muses, his husky voice honed by faint amusement. “Are like a fine instrument. Depending on where I touch you, you make music…” he trails off, purposefully. His hand goes from X’s mouth to his chest, the wet thumb rubbing against the pert nibble, pressing it just like so. X gives a small, throaty whine.
“Beautiful music,” Zero amends, having proved his point.
His nails trail from X’s back to his hip and the inside of his thigh, and the sweetest array of sounds follows it in its journey, a mixture of gasps, breathless whimpers and sweet purring noises, punctuated here and there by deeper, sultry moans.
The work of art continues, as Zero’s fingers tease and trace the dips and curves of X’s body, moving with the ease of practice, and much dedication.
It might be a moment, or it can be an eternity later, but X is suddenly grasping Zero’s hands in his own, halting them. He breaths in deeply and sharply, as though he’s just emerged from deep waters. His face is flushed and aglow with pleasure.
One last satisfied hum emerges from his throat, and then he is pushing Zero firmly but gently away from him and onto his back. He climbs atop his partner, nuzzles his neck like a kitten, but his voice is anything but innocent when he says:
“Did you know, Zero? I am a fine musician myself…”
Deftly, he kisses Zero’s mouth, hands skimming gently down his neck, his chest, his thighs.
Slowly, the solo concert becomes a symphony of two.
~*~おわり~*~
Title: Symphonies.
Author: Nemesi.
Fandom: Rockman X (MMX)
Genre: General. Romance.
Word Count: 385.
Pairing: Zero/X
Rating: PG-13/soft R.
Disclaimer: Rockman X, its characters, places and themes belong to Capcom, Shogakukan, Keiji Inafune, etc. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warnings: Unbeated. Shounen-ai/Yaoi.
A/N: For Shadow Blues over at Ff.net, who wanted a Zero/X vignette. :D
Summary: Reploids have a fine talent for music. Who would’ve thought?
* * * * *
X wakes up with a moan, writhing against the hand that is skimming, feather-like, across his throat and side.
His eyes come open in a flutter of lashes, two flashes of green above the glowing red apples of his cheeks.
“What…” breathless, surprised, pleasured. “…are you dong?”
Zero smirks, slides his thumb against X’s bottom lip, once, twice. Silently, X opens his mouth around the tip, welcomes it in with teeth and tongue. Zero’s other hand waltzes down X’s back, a barely-there touch, drawing faint moans in its wake. He racks his nails gently on that sensitive zone just above the swell of X’s bottom, watches as X’s eyes flutter close in delight; as his partner arches taut against his chest, voicing another sweet noise.
“You,” Zero muses, his husky voice honed by faint amusement. “Are like a fine instrument. Depending on where I touch you, you make music…” he trails off, purposefully. His hand goes from X’s mouth to his chest, the wet thumb rubbing against the pert nibble, pressing it just like so. X gives a small, throaty whine.
“Beautiful music,” Zero amends, having proved his point.
His nails trail from X’s back to his hip and the inside of his thigh, and the sweetest array of sounds follows it in its journey, a mixture of gasps, breathless whimpers and sweet purring noises, punctuated here and there by deeper, sultry moans.
The work of art continues, as Zero’s fingers tease and trace the dips and curves of X’s body, moving with the ease of practice, and much dedication.
It might be a moment, or it can be an eternity later, but X is suddenly grasping Zero’s hands in his own, halting them. He breaths in deeply and sharply, as though he’s just emerged from deep waters. His face is flushed and aglow with pleasure.
One last satisfied hum emerges from his throat, and then he is pushing Zero firmly but gently away from him and onto his back. He climbs atop his partner, nuzzles his neck like a kitten, but his voice is anything but innocent when he says:
“Did you know, Zero? I am a fine musician myself…”
Deftly, he kisses Zero’s mouth, hands skimming gently down his neck, his chest, his thighs.
Slowly, the solo concert becomes a symphony of two.
~*~おわり~*~