Another fic
Flashfic written during English class. Yes, I am aware of the ironies.
Title: Between the Lines of Fear and Blame
Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Characters: Fai - mostly... mentions of Kurogane, Kamui and Yuuko
Prompt: 036. Smell
Word Count: 353
Rating: PG for blood refernces
Summary: Fai cannot escape the smell, no matter how much he wants to.
Author's Notes: Spoilers like whoah for chapters 125-129. Definitely takes place somewhere before 128... or possibly during the first half of 128...
He hadn’t wanted this. He should have been dead; his senses should have not been working. He cursed his physical senses and everything they represented. Most of all, he hated the smell. He wanted it to go away, to stop enticing him to physical arousal, making his veins throb with desire.
For a while, he thought he had died. Perhaps his body had refused to accept the vampire blood. Maybe he had convinced his body to reject Kurogane’s blood. The ninja was so drastically different from him, there was the possibility Kurogane’s blood had poisoned him. When he had drifted back into unconsciousness, he thought that was what he had been longing for, the sweet embrace of death. He mentally had laughed at Kurogane for failing to save him after all; he might have hastened his death by feeding him the blood. Yuuko did not know everything.
The smell slowly enticed him back to consciousness. The source was close, so very close, directly next to his face. The smell was hot and sultry; he wanted to taste the source, to lick it, to feel the smell pouring into his throat, filling his body. His head stirred as he slowly regained consciousness, trying to get closer to the source of that delectable smell. His other senses began to send signals to his brain. He was supported on something large and warm. It took a while before his brain registered he was on Kurogane, and it was his blood he was smelling. Kurogane’s blood that was arousing him. He repulsed himself with how much he was enjoying it. Kurogane’s arm was around him, curving around his body, large hand splayed on his thigh. He wanted that smell more than he had wanted anything else in his previous life. He turned his head ever so slightly towards the broad neck pulsating with the smell he craved so much. He opened his mouth, fangs poised above the warrior’s throat. He was afraid of how badly he wanted that smell to be a part of him.
He buried his face back against Kurogane’s shoulder and willed himself back into oblivion.
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Title: Between the Lines of Fear and Blame
Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Characters: Fai - mostly... mentions of Kurogane, Kamui and Yuuko
Prompt: 036. Smell
Word Count: 353
Rating: PG for blood refernces
Summary: Fai cannot escape the smell, no matter how much he wants to.
Author's Notes: Spoilers like whoah for chapters 125-129. Definitely takes place somewhere before 128... or possibly during the first half of 128...
He hadn’t wanted this. He should have been dead; his senses should have not been working. He cursed his physical senses and everything they represented. Most of all, he hated the smell. He wanted it to go away, to stop enticing him to physical arousal, making his veins throb with desire.
For a while, he thought he had died. Perhaps his body had refused to accept the vampire blood. Maybe he had convinced his body to reject Kurogane’s blood. The ninja was so drastically different from him, there was the possibility Kurogane’s blood had poisoned him. When he had drifted back into unconsciousness, he thought that was what he had been longing for, the sweet embrace of death. He mentally had laughed at Kurogane for failing to save him after all; he might have hastened his death by feeding him the blood. Yuuko did not know everything.
The smell slowly enticed him back to consciousness. The source was close, so very close, directly next to his face. The smell was hot and sultry; he wanted to taste the source, to lick it, to feel the smell pouring into his throat, filling his body. His head stirred as he slowly regained consciousness, trying to get closer to the source of that delectable smell. His other senses began to send signals to his brain. He was supported on something large and warm. It took a while before his brain registered he was on Kurogane, and it was his blood he was smelling. Kurogane’s blood that was arousing him. He repulsed himself with how much he was enjoying it. Kurogane’s arm was around him, curving around his body, large hand splayed on his thigh. He wanted that smell more than he had wanted anything else in his previous life. He turned his head ever so slightly towards the broad neck pulsating with the smell he craved so much. He opened his mouth, fangs poised above the warrior’s throat. He was afraid of how badly he wanted that smell to be a part of him.
He buried his face back against Kurogane’s shoulder and willed himself back into oblivion.
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