kurofai fic: How it Starts. Also, hi everyone in comm!
Title: How It Starts
Rating: G
Pairing: kuroxfai
Length: 449
Disclaimer: Tsubasa needs MOAR GHEI, not just subtext <3. And I try. I might fail, but that’s okay.
Summary: Fai’s lips are like iron brands in the cool night, directly against Kurogane’s collarbone…
This is my first post to this comm, and first fic in awhile. Un beta’d, criticism is welcome. :3
Concrit PUHLEZ. I will bake you so many cookies, or… post/write moar! Prompts are loverly too.
It started so easily, and innocently. A world of water gardens glittering telltale in the moonlight. Fai stumbles outside, sobbing softly to himself. It’s not that he’s unaware; Fai has exceptionally acute senses. It’s just that Kurogane is a ninja, and these things come to him as easily as breathing, or running his katana through the enemy.
“Look, it’s not that hard,” Kurogane comments loudly from the ground ahead, startling Fai into realizing he’s there. Kurogane doesn’t even look around, but raises his arm in summons. Fai regards it like you’d look at a flying fish, and somewhere in his gut a unique mixture of fear, hope, and pleasure twist. Then he realizes Kurogane can’t see the expression on his face and nimbly paces forwards, but he doesn’t know why he’s doing it.
He’s surprised again when Kurogane immediately yanks on his arm, pulling the mage to topple onto him. They’re a bit of a mess for a moment, and that part of Fai that never ever stops telling him run away! jumps up. Kurogane isn’t having it, though- he even seems to expect it, and wraps his arms like tree trunks around Fai, who holds himself stiff.
Fai’s lips are like iron brands in the cool night, directly against Kurogane’s collarbone, and the ninja can imagine what it would be like if those lips were moving with purpose across his dark skin. But no, tonight is just to remind Fai through his eternal idiocy that Kurogane is there, is real and solid, and will continue to be there. Whatever has upset the mage has not gone away and Fai chokes, struggling to contain the feeling. In response Kurogane squeezes him, hard. It’s too much. Fai sobs and his lithe body shudders violently, like he will break apart from sorrow, and his tears soak Kurogane’s yukata.
Finally Fai is still, and they reach that point where Kurogane holding him is not purely for comfort anymore-it’s been far too long since Fai has stopped crying, and his breathing has slowed. Fai wonders, but the ninja is still holding him tightly, supremely unperturbed at the closeness. Fai cannot help it; it’s in his nature to step over lines wherever he finds them. He presses his face, and his lips into Kurogane’s neck. It could sincerely be another gesture seeking comfort, but Fai wants to see how Kurogane will take it, where his mind is. He moves his face, in the process dragging his lips across skin. It is almost imperceptible, but the line of Kurogane’s mouth tightens.
They stay like that for a long time, and Fai doesn’t know what to make of his discovery. But he has some ideas.
Rating: G
Pairing: kuroxfai
Length: 449
Disclaimer: Tsubasa needs MOAR GHEI, not just subtext <3. And I try. I might fail, but that’s okay.
Summary: Fai’s lips are like iron brands in the cool night, directly against Kurogane’s collarbone…
This is my first post to this comm, and first fic in awhile. Un beta’d, criticism is welcome. :3
Concrit PUHLEZ. I will bake you so many cookies, or… post/write moar! Prompts are loverly too.
It started so easily, and innocently. A world of water gardens glittering telltale in the moonlight. Fai stumbles outside, sobbing softly to himself. It’s not that he’s unaware; Fai has exceptionally acute senses. It’s just that Kurogane is a ninja, and these things come to him as easily as breathing, or running his katana through the enemy.
“Look, it’s not that hard,” Kurogane comments loudly from the ground ahead, startling Fai into realizing he’s there. Kurogane doesn’t even look around, but raises his arm in summons. Fai regards it like you’d look at a flying fish, and somewhere in his gut a unique mixture of fear, hope, and pleasure twist. Then he realizes Kurogane can’t see the expression on his face and nimbly paces forwards, but he doesn’t know why he’s doing it.
He’s surprised again when Kurogane immediately yanks on his arm, pulling the mage to topple onto him. They’re a bit of a mess for a moment, and that part of Fai that never ever stops telling him run away! jumps up. Kurogane isn’t having it, though- he even seems to expect it, and wraps his arms like tree trunks around Fai, who holds himself stiff.
Fai’s lips are like iron brands in the cool night, directly against Kurogane’s collarbone, and the ninja can imagine what it would be like if those lips were moving with purpose across his dark skin. But no, tonight is just to remind Fai through his eternal idiocy that Kurogane is there, is real and solid, and will continue to be there. Whatever has upset the mage has not gone away and Fai chokes, struggling to contain the feeling. In response Kurogane squeezes him, hard. It’s too much. Fai sobs and his lithe body shudders violently, like he will break apart from sorrow, and his tears soak Kurogane’s yukata.
Finally Fai is still, and they reach that point where Kurogane holding him is not purely for comfort anymore-it’s been far too long since Fai has stopped crying, and his breathing has slowed. Fai wonders, but the ninja is still holding him tightly, supremely unperturbed at the closeness. Fai cannot help it; it’s in his nature to step over lines wherever he finds them. He presses his face, and his lips into Kurogane’s neck. It could sincerely be another gesture seeking comfort, but Fai wants to see how Kurogane will take it, where his mind is. He moves his face, in the process dragging his lips across skin. It is almost imperceptible, but the line of Kurogane’s mouth tightens.
They stay like that for a long time, and Fai doesn’t know what to make of his discovery. But he has some ideas.