TRC AU sci-fi plunny
As the title says. I'm not planning on going anywhere with this thing (so, if anyone wants it, you can have it), but I accidentally let slip I wrote it to the Hounds of Hell (Crys and SJ) in chat yesterday, and they demanded what I had be typed up. >.< I am stupidly malleable when it's after one am; it's ridiculous.
Notes: Um. KuroFai, so boy x boy, and mildly implied twincest, YuuiFai? Infidelity, general wtfery, and rambling. I'm going nowhere with this plunny for a reason. The universe it's set in is explained in the narrative, and Yuui and Fai are canonical Yuui and Fai - Yuui is our!Fai, and Fai is dead!Fai. But not dead. In this. Right? ^^;;
It was a widely accepted fact that the Celesian Confederation of the forty-ninth (Windam) galaxy was the strongest political force that side of the universal quadrant. Ruled by the Fluorite family from the largest planet in the Windam galaxy, Celes itself, the Confederation all but owned the other planets in that solar system, ninety-percent of all life in that area either living subject to Celesian rule or paying tithe to the chief planet. The surrounding galaxies, too, were not spared Celesian influence - Fluorite control had exterior bases in many solar systems, small colonies that wielded tremendous power even in systems that were supposedly dominated by another head.
The Fluorite family had an investment in everything - in luxury items, accommodation, healthcare, food, spaceflight, entertainment, music. It was a good idea to remain in their good graces - although the Celesian Confederation was technically a union of many planets and forces, it was the Fluorites who lorded over them - the Confederation was an Empire in all but name, with the Confederation’s chief (a Fluorite) as the emperor.
It made logical sense, therefore, for a force outside the quadrant seeking an ally in the area, to look first to Celes, and the Fluorite family. This was the case with the Nihon Union. From the adjacent quadrant the Union was composed of a range of select sub-systems and planets that had been forced to band together due to earlier war in the area, watched over and maintained by the Amaterasu. Although small the Union was rich in terms of resources, plentiful with minerals and skills that were to be found nowhere else in the known universe. They had a lot to offer and so a lot to defend - it had been the reason they’d been attacked, and the reason they’d united to try and offer a stronger defence. An alliance with the Celesian Confederation could only be opportunistic for both sides - better trade between the two alliances would be of benefit to everyone, the Confederation gaining more of a monopoly in another quadrant, the prestige of the elusive Union’s support, and the Union receiving extra support, a strong political ally that would lessen the risk of further attack upon their system.
And so it was that an alliance was arranged, the Emperor and the Amaterasu meeting to sign the documents that would lead to a peaceful future, to the sound of polite applause and the rest of the universe watching with trepidation and fear. The alliance would be sealed the traditional way - a marriage, of course, between the High-General of Nihon, a young man by the name of Kurogane hailing from the large Suwa sub-system in the Union, and the Chief’s third child and only daughter, the wide-eyed and innocent princess, Chii. They were introduced and declared a wonderful match for one another - he was dark and tall and strong, and she was gentle, small and fair. A perfect complement of opposites. They were set to be married in the spring of the next Celesian year -
Which didn’t really explain why Youou Kurogane was currently standing in the midst of the labyrinth of the Imperial gardens in Celes, in the middle of a rainstorm, in the autumn of the year before his marriage, with his tongue stuck very firmly down one of the princess’ brothers’ throat.
“Kuro-”The half-word was breathed out when the two of them broke for air, quickly swallowed by the heat of Kurogane’s mouth again, Yuui Fluorite sinking back into the kiss with a groan, pale hands fisted in the front of the High-General’s soaked shirt.
Both of them were drenched through; Celes was prone to sudden, heavy rainstorms in the late months of the year, quick deluges that gave the world its lush foliage. Caught out in it Kurogane and Yuui were sodden within a few minutes, Yuui’s gold hair dark with water and plastered to his face, scraped back by overeager fingers for quick gulps of breath between hard kisses, slick skin rubbing against slick skin. His fine robes clung to him, moulding to him sharply, and it took effort to peel them away, baring a proud collarbone to the pouring rain, a hot tongue down a long neck.
Kurogane’s belt made a muffled jingle as it hit the wet grass below them, fumbling fingers finally succeeding in ridding the Nihon man of the vexing clasp. Unbuttoning the shirt the man was wearing was another Herculean task in and of itself, Yuui’s groan frustrated through the kiss. His mind too distracted to focus on the intricacies of buttons Yuui settled for just shoving his hands up Kurogane’s shirt, cold skin against cold skin - everything was chilled by the rain. Kurogane snorted at him and Yuui dragged his nails down the taller man’s sides, panting when Kurogane jerked and slammed his hips forwards instinctively, pressing against the only real heat between them, a hot ache.
“More,” the eldest son of Ashura-ou demanded of his lover, his lips kiss-bruised and swollen, his eyes as cloudy as the sky overhead. Kurogane had a habit of robbing Yuui of his vocabulary.
The demand startled Kurogane out of his daze for a moment, caught by the way the water ran down Yuui’s face, droplets on the slighter man’s long lashes. “We said -”
“Kurogane.” Yuui Fluorite did not make a habit of using Kurogane’s full name - from the moment they’d met the Fluorite heir had taken great delight in bastardising the title in as many obscenely cutesy ways as he could think of, much to Kurogane’s anger and disgust. A few months of knowing the idiot had, however, generally made Kurogane immune to the nicknames - making the use of his full name rather jarring, as Yuui had no doubt intended.
The Fluorite prince was pissed at him.
Yuui touched Kurogane’s with his hand, smiling up into the darker man’s face, lovely and broken and not quite all there. “It doesn’t really matter anymore, does it?” They were both liars already.
Kurogane hesitated, hating that smile, hating his own indecision.
“Kurogane,” Yuui repeated again, lowly, insistently, and brushed the corner of the General’s mouth with his thumb.
Kurogane leaned down and kissed him again, tasting the rain, if only so he didn’t have to hear Yuui say that name again.
#
“Where is your brother?”
Fai Fluorite looked away from the window he’d been staring out of, over to his father standing at the doorway to his room. “Papa.” Ashura-ou, the Chief of the Celesian Confederation.
“Where is your brother?” Ashura-ou repeated again, looked slightly weary. “Chii is looking for him.”
Fai avoided glancing back out of the window again, to the labyrinth in the wet garden with the grey skies overhead. It was such a bleak scene. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen Yuui since lunch.”
“What about your link with him?”
Fai shook his head, and gave a rueful smile. His twin had taught him a good few things about lying. “Closed.” Yuui never closed the link between them entirely, dependent always on knowing where his beloved twin was. The link was the reason Fai could feel vague pleasure humming through his veins, an echo of Yuui’s state. Sometimes Fai almost wished his brother would close the link all the way - that way Fai could pretend everything was fine, everything was going to plan, and that Yuui wasn’t breaking everyone’s hearts by sleeping with the Nihon High-General. As a twin, as a linked individual, Yuui wasn’t supposed to be intimate with anyone outside his other half, and yet…there Yuui was, with Kurogane. Who was supposed to be marrying their sister Chii the following year. Fai worried.
Ashura-ou sighed. “…When you hear from him,” because Yuui would always first go to Fai, “send him to Chii.”
“Yes, Papa.” Fai bowed his head, ever the obedient son, and remained that way until Ashura-ou had left the room. When his father was gone, Fai went back to looking outside the window.
Notes: Um. KuroFai, so boy x boy, and mildly implied twincest, YuuiFai? Infidelity, general wtfery, and rambling. I'm going nowhere with this plunny for a reason. The universe it's set in is explained in the narrative, and Yuui and Fai are canonical Yuui and Fai - Yuui is our!Fai, and Fai is dead!Fai. But not dead. In this. Right? ^^;;
It was a widely accepted fact that the Celesian Confederation of the forty-ninth (Windam) galaxy was the strongest political force that side of the universal quadrant. Ruled by the Fluorite family from the largest planet in the Windam galaxy, Celes itself, the Confederation all but owned the other planets in that solar system, ninety-percent of all life in that area either living subject to Celesian rule or paying tithe to the chief planet. The surrounding galaxies, too, were not spared Celesian influence - Fluorite control had exterior bases in many solar systems, small colonies that wielded tremendous power even in systems that were supposedly dominated by another head.
The Fluorite family had an investment in everything - in luxury items, accommodation, healthcare, food, spaceflight, entertainment, music. It was a good idea to remain in their good graces - although the Celesian Confederation was technically a union of many planets and forces, it was the Fluorites who lorded over them - the Confederation was an Empire in all but name, with the Confederation’s chief (a Fluorite) as the emperor.
It made logical sense, therefore, for a force outside the quadrant seeking an ally in the area, to look first to Celes, and the Fluorite family. This was the case with the Nihon Union. From the adjacent quadrant the Union was composed of a range of select sub-systems and planets that had been forced to band together due to earlier war in the area, watched over and maintained by the Amaterasu. Although small the Union was rich in terms of resources, plentiful with minerals and skills that were to be found nowhere else in the known universe. They had a lot to offer and so a lot to defend - it had been the reason they’d been attacked, and the reason they’d united to try and offer a stronger defence. An alliance with the Celesian Confederation could only be opportunistic for both sides - better trade between the two alliances would be of benefit to everyone, the Confederation gaining more of a monopoly in another quadrant, the prestige of the elusive Union’s support, and the Union receiving extra support, a strong political ally that would lessen the risk of further attack upon their system.
And so it was that an alliance was arranged, the Emperor and the Amaterasu meeting to sign the documents that would lead to a peaceful future, to the sound of polite applause and the rest of the universe watching with trepidation and fear. The alliance would be sealed the traditional way - a marriage, of course, between the High-General of Nihon, a young man by the name of Kurogane hailing from the large Suwa sub-system in the Union, and the Chief’s third child and only daughter, the wide-eyed and innocent princess, Chii. They were introduced and declared a wonderful match for one another - he was dark and tall and strong, and she was gentle, small and fair. A perfect complement of opposites. They were set to be married in the spring of the next Celesian year -
Which didn’t really explain why Youou Kurogane was currently standing in the midst of the labyrinth of the Imperial gardens in Celes, in the middle of a rainstorm, in the autumn of the year before his marriage, with his tongue stuck very firmly down one of the princess’ brothers’ throat.
“Kuro-”The half-word was breathed out when the two of them broke for air, quickly swallowed by the heat of Kurogane’s mouth again, Yuui Fluorite sinking back into the kiss with a groan, pale hands fisted in the front of the High-General’s soaked shirt.
Both of them were drenched through; Celes was prone to sudden, heavy rainstorms in the late months of the year, quick deluges that gave the world its lush foliage. Caught out in it Kurogane and Yuui were sodden within a few minutes, Yuui’s gold hair dark with water and plastered to his face, scraped back by overeager fingers for quick gulps of breath between hard kisses, slick skin rubbing against slick skin. His fine robes clung to him, moulding to him sharply, and it took effort to peel them away, baring a proud collarbone to the pouring rain, a hot tongue down a long neck.
Kurogane’s belt made a muffled jingle as it hit the wet grass below them, fumbling fingers finally succeeding in ridding the Nihon man of the vexing clasp. Unbuttoning the shirt the man was wearing was another Herculean task in and of itself, Yuui’s groan frustrated through the kiss. His mind too distracted to focus on the intricacies of buttons Yuui settled for just shoving his hands up Kurogane’s shirt, cold skin against cold skin - everything was chilled by the rain. Kurogane snorted at him and Yuui dragged his nails down the taller man’s sides, panting when Kurogane jerked and slammed his hips forwards instinctively, pressing against the only real heat between them, a hot ache.
“More,” the eldest son of Ashura-ou demanded of his lover, his lips kiss-bruised and swollen, his eyes as cloudy as the sky overhead. Kurogane had a habit of robbing Yuui of his vocabulary.
The demand startled Kurogane out of his daze for a moment, caught by the way the water ran down Yuui’s face, droplets on the slighter man’s long lashes. “We said -”
“Kurogane.” Yuui Fluorite did not make a habit of using Kurogane’s full name - from the moment they’d met the Fluorite heir had taken great delight in bastardising the title in as many obscenely cutesy ways as he could think of, much to Kurogane’s anger and disgust. A few months of knowing the idiot had, however, generally made Kurogane immune to the nicknames - making the use of his full name rather jarring, as Yuui had no doubt intended.
The Fluorite prince was pissed at him.
Yuui touched Kurogane’s with his hand, smiling up into the darker man’s face, lovely and broken and not quite all there. “It doesn’t really matter anymore, does it?” They were both liars already.
Kurogane hesitated, hating that smile, hating his own indecision.
“Kurogane,” Yuui repeated again, lowly, insistently, and brushed the corner of the General’s mouth with his thumb.
Kurogane leaned down and kissed him again, tasting the rain, if only so he didn’t have to hear Yuui say that name again.
#
“Where is your brother?”
Fai Fluorite looked away from the window he’d been staring out of, over to his father standing at the doorway to his room. “Papa.” Ashura-ou, the Chief of the Celesian Confederation.
“Where is your brother?” Ashura-ou repeated again, looked slightly weary. “Chii is looking for him.”
Fai avoided glancing back out of the window again, to the labyrinth in the wet garden with the grey skies overhead. It was such a bleak scene. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen Yuui since lunch.”
“What about your link with him?”
Fai shook his head, and gave a rueful smile. His twin had taught him a good few things about lying. “Closed.” Yuui never closed the link between them entirely, dependent always on knowing where his beloved twin was. The link was the reason Fai could feel vague pleasure humming through his veins, an echo of Yuui’s state. Sometimes Fai almost wished his brother would close the link all the way - that way Fai could pretend everything was fine, everything was going to plan, and that Yuui wasn’t breaking everyone’s hearts by sleeping with the Nihon High-General. As a twin, as a linked individual, Yuui wasn’t supposed to be intimate with anyone outside his other half, and yet…there Yuui was, with Kurogane. Who was supposed to be marrying their sister Chii the following year. Fai worried.
Ashura-ou sighed. “…When you hear from him,” because Yuui would always first go to Fai, “send him to Chii.”
“Yes, Papa.” Fai bowed his head, ever the obedient son, and remained that way until Ashura-ou had left the room. When his father was gone, Fai went back to looking outside the window.