Body Language
Title: Body Language
Pairing: Kurogane/Fay (Characters by CLAMP)
Warnings: Spoilers
Notes: Just a short little musing on what Kurogane looks for in Fay. Comments always appreciated.
Of course, he was a master of body movement. He was always in perfect control of his body, and was trained to judge the movements of others as well. Right from the start, he’d noticed the ease with which the blond carried himself. He possessed a fluid, natural grace that was somehow quite different from the careful, calculated movements of his own body.
Then, he’d seen him in the air, dodging attacks like he was dancing, each attempt on his life like the dance step of a partner. It was then that he began to wonder how much the wizard weighed, if you could feel his strength in that slender frame.
It was in Koryo that they began to fight together. He’d been close to the wizard before, but in battle, it was very different. The mage knew how much space to keep between them, how to move to allow the ninja the best advantage. They had to read each other’s bodies, and he found it frighteningly easy - and pleasant. He found himself wondering just how well they’d do so outside of battle.
In Oto, the blond was a step too late, and fell. He reacted immediately, switching from fighting with pleasure to fighting with efficiency, ending it as quickly as possible. He saw the mage’s body lying amongst the rubble, and was enraged when the other man made light of the situation. The wizard didn’t value his own body as much as the ninja did.
On the way home from that particular fight, he slung the all too willing mage over his shoulder. As the ninja had supposed, the man was light, only heavy enough to be a pleasant weight in his arms when he lifted him. The strength in his slim build was cloaked in a warm sense of pliancy. He moulded to the dark man’s body, easily becoming comfortable on his perch.
Yama was difficult. It would have been all too easy to reach out and touch him. The dark man knew the blond wanted it, but wouldn’t make the first real move himself. He asked for it, with every hooded glance from beneath golden hair, with every languorous stretch of his body. The ninja knew that if he just reached out, they would be all over each other, touching and responding with built-up desperation. But he would not. He would not enter his space physically without being allowed to enter emotionally.
He held him in his arms, a bleeding, unconscious mess. He kept him close, as safe as he could. And then the blond was reaching for him, clutching him in agony, pain wracking what now seemed like a frail body. When he collapsed, he gently bandaged him, careful of both the wound and of his silky hair, now matted with blood.
They didn’t touch each other for a long time after that, except when they were forced to. Then it was a tense exchange, each holding themselves stiff even as blood flowed between them.
When finally his hand closed around the thin arm, he didn’t hold tightly enough, and the blond was almost lost, lost to a curse governing that slim body.
The next time he found himself holding on to him, he had to let go. For a moment, he knew the mage thought he was being abandoned, then the blue eyes widened as the sword fell and the blood flowed. The ninja held onto him again with the last of his strength and wasn’t aware of letting go as the darkness took him.
As soon as he saw him again, he noticed the difference immediately. The mage stood tall, carrying himself with his customary grace, but he had something else as well. He possessed some intangible sense of worth, the one thing the ninja had longed to see in him from the beginning. It was at that moment that the wizard hit him.
It was hard, it stung, and it was honest. And when Kurogane finally reached out, it was as an equal, not a saviour, and Fay finally let him in.
Pairing: Kurogane/Fay (Characters by CLAMP)
Warnings: Spoilers
Notes: Just a short little musing on what Kurogane looks for in Fay. Comments always appreciated.
Of course, he was a master of body movement. He was always in perfect control of his body, and was trained to judge the movements of others as well. Right from the start, he’d noticed the ease with which the blond carried himself. He possessed a fluid, natural grace that was somehow quite different from the careful, calculated movements of his own body.
Then, he’d seen him in the air, dodging attacks like he was dancing, each attempt on his life like the dance step of a partner. It was then that he began to wonder how much the wizard weighed, if you could feel his strength in that slender frame.
It was in Koryo that they began to fight together. He’d been close to the wizard before, but in battle, it was very different. The mage knew how much space to keep between them, how to move to allow the ninja the best advantage. They had to read each other’s bodies, and he found it frighteningly easy - and pleasant. He found himself wondering just how well they’d do so outside of battle.
In Oto, the blond was a step too late, and fell. He reacted immediately, switching from fighting with pleasure to fighting with efficiency, ending it as quickly as possible. He saw the mage’s body lying amongst the rubble, and was enraged when the other man made light of the situation. The wizard didn’t value his own body as much as the ninja did.
On the way home from that particular fight, he slung the all too willing mage over his shoulder. As the ninja had supposed, the man was light, only heavy enough to be a pleasant weight in his arms when he lifted him. The strength in his slim build was cloaked in a warm sense of pliancy. He moulded to the dark man’s body, easily becoming comfortable on his perch.
Yama was difficult. It would have been all too easy to reach out and touch him. The dark man knew the blond wanted it, but wouldn’t make the first real move himself. He asked for it, with every hooded glance from beneath golden hair, with every languorous stretch of his body. The ninja knew that if he just reached out, they would be all over each other, touching and responding with built-up desperation. But he would not. He would not enter his space physically without being allowed to enter emotionally.
He held him in his arms, a bleeding, unconscious mess. He kept him close, as safe as he could. And then the blond was reaching for him, clutching him in agony, pain wracking what now seemed like a frail body. When he collapsed, he gently bandaged him, careful of both the wound and of his silky hair, now matted with blood.
They didn’t touch each other for a long time after that, except when they were forced to. Then it was a tense exchange, each holding themselves stiff even as blood flowed between them.
When finally his hand closed around the thin arm, he didn’t hold tightly enough, and the blond was almost lost, lost to a curse governing that slim body.
The next time he found himself holding on to him, he had to let go. For a moment, he knew the mage thought he was being abandoned, then the blue eyes widened as the sword fell and the blood flowed. The ninja held onto him again with the last of his strength and wasn’t aware of letting go as the darkness took him.
As soon as he saw him again, he noticed the difference immediately. The mage stood tall, carrying himself with his customary grace, but he had something else as well. He possessed some intangible sense of worth, the one thing the ninja had longed to see in him from the beginning. It was at that moment that the wizard hit him.
It was hard, it stung, and it was honest. And when Kurogane finally reached out, it was as an equal, not a saviour, and Fay finally let him in.