Fic: Yami no Matsuei - Tempus Fugit (Kojirou, Kotarou)
Warnings: Mild incest, nothing graphic.
Rating: PG
Synopsis: Kojirou and Kotarou prepare for war...and bond.
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I...don't want to lose you Kojirou...
“Kojirou...?”
It hurts as much as if I'm being whittled away...
“Mm?” Kojirou opened one eye. He was already half asleep, but the concern in Kotarou’s voice brought him out of his half-dreaming retrieve. It had been such a long day and he would have loved to sleep for the better part of a week if possible...
“Your wing...Is something wrong with it?”
“This?” Kojirou flexed his wing as if just now noticing it. The dark feathers fanned out easily, capturing the muted glow of moonlight and - to Kotarou’s eyes - the beauty of the stars as well. He longed for the days they used to spend together, at the foot of this very mountain, Kojirou’s fingers meticulously working through his own feathers with seemingly limitless patience, while he was softly chastised for ‘neglecting his own beauty.’ “It’s fine. Kurosaki-dono healed it very well.”
He smiled slightly, and closed his eye again. “Don’t worry so much.”
He always acted like this; brushing off anything less-than-life-threatening. Kotarou wondered, sometimes, if anything short of death would shake some sense into his brother’s head.
“Nothing at all?” He pressed, patience slipping.
Kojirou squirmed slightly, imperceptibly, under the weight his brother’s gaze. Even not saying anything made him worry. How would Tsuzuki-sama put it? He was going to go gray. Kojirou sighed, hard pressed to disrupt these few moments of peace left to them. He, above all, knew how precious time could really be.
The night brought tendrils of cool, crisp air from the small lake just beyond, as if the world stirred and began breathing anew. Kojirou felt a familiar warm weight on his lower back as Kotarou settled there, his hands coming up to massage his shoulders and the sore spots left by long days of training and meditation. All to strengthen his new wing.
“The land is restless.” He replied at length, when it was obvious Kotaru wouldn’t just drop it. “The War will soon reach our boarders.”
Kotarou’s hands never faltered in their ministrations, for once, the steadier of the two.
Stay with me...
Warm breath tickled Kojirou’s ear. One word was all he needed. The rest hung unspoken between them, like so many things.
Because all we truly have; is one another.
Kojirou moaned contently, as one of Kotarou’s hands ghosted over a sensitive spot - where his (now hidden) wings met. Soft, warm lips, met his own...The beginnings of a familiar rhythm...
And one cannot fly...with only one wing...
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A/N: *la la la~ Ignores diction.*
- Sarrasi
09/18/04