Worship
Title: Worship (Kurogane)
Pairing/Characters: Kurogane/Fay (Characters by CLAMP)
Warnings: NC-17
Notes: It took me forever to write this, so I'm just going to post the first half for now. Set in my pirate AU.
The first time he saw Fay’s tattoo was also their first morning after. When he woke up, there was no moment of confusion, just a question of how the blond had extricated himself from Kurogane’s hold. Fay was facedown beside him, head buried in a pillow and sheets twisted around his waist. And there, between blond hair and slender hips, was the tattoo. A black sprawl of ink over pale white skin.
A few moments of study revealed it to be a stylized bird. Kurogane reached over and touched it, ran the pads of his fingers over black ink, then over unmarked skin. The difference was slight. But there was a difference.
He slowly traced the pattern, wondering at the patience it must have taken both to give and to receive it. Hours of sweat and blood had made this. Pain. All to be marked in a place the blond couldn’t even see.
As he traced the lines that extended to Fay’s sides, Kurogane heard a sleepy murmur from within the pillow. It wasn’t long before a single blue eye was looking at him through a fall of fine blond hair. A smile was already fully present in that eye.
“It’s a phoenix.”
Under Kurogane’s hand, Fay stretched and settled more comfortably into the tangle of blankets. When he stopped moving, Kurogane’s hand started again. He didn’t know what the fascination was, but it enthralled him. The contrast of dark lines on Fay’s fair skin, the patience and strength it implied, the beauty of the lines, the mystery of it’s bearer. One or all of these things had conspired to make him awestruck.
Kurogane continued his exploration, noting which swirls and curves covered particularly sensitive spots, and re-visiting those spots with brief brushes of his lips.
When he’d traced the tattoo in it’s entirety, he began again. He got about halfway when Fay twisted around, caught his wrist gently in one hand. “You don’t have to memorize it, you know. It’ll still be here later.” Kurogane looked into Fay’s blue eyes, eyes unexpectedly turned serious. He was suddenly very aware of their situation.
He had set eyes on Fay for the first time the previous day, had immediately felt something. A pull. A connection. A want. A need. Something. Never one to doubt his intuition, he had acted. Had simply walked over and asked the blond to come with him. He’d had no thought beyond that, no plan for a negative response.
Fay had accepted, and Kurogane had simply gone on with the business of raiding a ship, with the constant awareness of blue eyes watching him.
He’d been in the midst of showing Fay the ship that evening when suddenly they were pressed close, mouths and hands busy.
He knew it didn’t make any sense, knew that it had to be lust driving him. That thought, however, felt like a lie. He had no explanation for the alternative, but it was how he felt. It just was.
Now he was looking into blue eyes, a face that managed to look worried, amused, and sad all at once. Fay let go, and Kurogane let his hand fall between them. All he could do was act truthfully, say what he meant. “Even if I do have every line memorized one day, I’ll want to touch it. It’s beautiful. It’s you.” Kurogane leaned forward and kissed Fay, one hand stealing behind Fay to bury itself in golden hair. It was Fay who pulled away, falling back onto the bed. He smiled at Kurogane over his shoulder.
“Go ahead. I won’t stop you this time.”
Kurogane’s mouth, deprived of Fay’s, demanded something to do. He brought his lips down to Fay’s skin, setting haphazard kisses all over his back. He traced sections of the phoenix with his tongue, then blew gently over the moisture to make Fay shiver. His hands roamed slowly, traveling from Fay’s arms to his sides, his back, his ass, his legs. Fay beneath him, sighing, rising into his touch.
Finished with the tattoo, Kurogane ran his tongue down the blond’s spine, lingering in the small of Fay’s back to lay a kiss and to taste the sweat that had gathered there. Then his hands were on Fay’s ass, his mouth on the backs of his thighs. He kissed and bit gently, moving further inside as Fay moved to allow him better access. When Kurogane spread Fay’s cheeks and put his tongue to the blond’s hole, it elicited a moan. Kurogane grinned. Nice, but not nice enough. He pushed harder with his tongue and squeezed Fay’s ass, getting a satisfying cry out of him. He kissed his way back up to Fay’s neck, where he paused to bite sweaty skin. Fay groaned and moved, sat up, reached for Kurogane.
Kurogane caught his hands and stopped him, turned him so Fay’s back was pressed up against his chest. He sucked at Fay’s neck, a little harder each time he got a moan out of it. He let go of Fay’s hands and brought his palms up to Fay’s nipples, circling them, then rubbing lightly and squeezing until they were hard little peaks beneath his fingers. Fay’s head fell back against his own and Kurogane’s touch slid down Fay’s chest to his belly, his hips, his thighs. Kurogane placed his hands on the inside of Fay’s thighs and spread his legs farther apart. He kept one hand in place, the other slid slowly up to close around Fay’s erection. When he had Fay’s cock in his hand, the blond exhaled deeply and clutched at the sheets beneath them. He made a sound of protest when Kurogane let him go after only a few short strokes.
Kurogane’s eyes had settled on the oil they’d left on the bedside table the night before. He reached for it, dipping his fingers in and coating them before taking hold of Fay again. They both groaned in pleasure as Kurogane’s hand slipped up Fay’s cock, as his thumb swirled over the head and coated Fay with oil. Kurogane watched his hand move over Fay’s erection, both learning what was most likely to earn him a gasp of pleasure, and simply enjoying the sight.
When he reached for the oil again, it was to slick his own throbbing erection. He took hold of himself and pushed into the blond, who settled onto him with a small hiss. Kurogane let his hands rest on Fay’s hips and kept still, his only movements deep, lingering kisses along Fay’s neck. Slowly, Fay began to move. Kurogane remained motionless, letting him grind against him, do as he wished.
It was only when his face was pressed into sweaty blond hair, when his hands were pulling Fay down onto him, only when Fay reached down to play with his balls that Kurogane couldn’t stand it any longer. He pushed Fay forward onto his hands and knees and began to thrust hard. He was drowning in the sensation of Fay, feeling him around his cock, feeling him under his hands, hearing his moans, tasting his sweat and seeing that fair skin, broken only by the flowing black lines of the tattoo.
He was drowning, and when finally he went under, he pulled the blond up to him and kissed him desperately. He held him close, even as he shook in the aftershock of his orgasm. Fay pulled away after a few moments, smiled. “You went and finished without me, Kuro-sama. That wasn’t very nice.” Kurogane pulled him close again, looked straight into blue eyes which were amused but slightly reproachful as well.
“Who said I was finished with you?” He kissed the base of Fay’s throat. “I just had to have you. But now that I’ve done that…” his kisses trailed along the blond’s collarbone, “I’ll have the patience to let you do whatever you want.” Kurogane felt a hand on his chin, suddenly had his head tilted up so he was looking into Fay’s eyes again. The blond was studying him, taking him in as though he’d only just seen him. He tilted his head to the right slightly and smiled.
“What have I gotten myself into with you, Kuro-taichou?”
Pairing/Characters: Kurogane/Fay (Characters by CLAMP)
Warnings: NC-17
Notes: It took me forever to write this, so I'm just going to post the first half for now. Set in my pirate AU.
The first time he saw Fay’s tattoo was also their first morning after. When he woke up, there was no moment of confusion, just a question of how the blond had extricated himself from Kurogane’s hold. Fay was facedown beside him, head buried in a pillow and sheets twisted around his waist. And there, between blond hair and slender hips, was the tattoo. A black sprawl of ink over pale white skin.
A few moments of study revealed it to be a stylized bird. Kurogane reached over and touched it, ran the pads of his fingers over black ink, then over unmarked skin. The difference was slight. But there was a difference.
He slowly traced the pattern, wondering at the patience it must have taken both to give and to receive it. Hours of sweat and blood had made this. Pain. All to be marked in a place the blond couldn’t even see.
As he traced the lines that extended to Fay’s sides, Kurogane heard a sleepy murmur from within the pillow. It wasn’t long before a single blue eye was looking at him through a fall of fine blond hair. A smile was already fully present in that eye.
“It’s a phoenix.”
Under Kurogane’s hand, Fay stretched and settled more comfortably into the tangle of blankets. When he stopped moving, Kurogane’s hand started again. He didn’t know what the fascination was, but it enthralled him. The contrast of dark lines on Fay’s fair skin, the patience and strength it implied, the beauty of the lines, the mystery of it’s bearer. One or all of these things had conspired to make him awestruck.
Kurogane continued his exploration, noting which swirls and curves covered particularly sensitive spots, and re-visiting those spots with brief brushes of his lips.
When he’d traced the tattoo in it’s entirety, he began again. He got about halfway when Fay twisted around, caught his wrist gently in one hand. “You don’t have to memorize it, you know. It’ll still be here later.” Kurogane looked into Fay’s blue eyes, eyes unexpectedly turned serious. He was suddenly very aware of their situation.
He had set eyes on Fay for the first time the previous day, had immediately felt something. A pull. A connection. A want. A need. Something. Never one to doubt his intuition, he had acted. Had simply walked over and asked the blond to come with him. He’d had no thought beyond that, no plan for a negative response.
Fay had accepted, and Kurogane had simply gone on with the business of raiding a ship, with the constant awareness of blue eyes watching him.
He’d been in the midst of showing Fay the ship that evening when suddenly they were pressed close, mouths and hands busy.
He knew it didn’t make any sense, knew that it had to be lust driving him. That thought, however, felt like a lie. He had no explanation for the alternative, but it was how he felt. It just was.
Now he was looking into blue eyes, a face that managed to look worried, amused, and sad all at once. Fay let go, and Kurogane let his hand fall between them. All he could do was act truthfully, say what he meant. “Even if I do have every line memorized one day, I’ll want to touch it. It’s beautiful. It’s you.” Kurogane leaned forward and kissed Fay, one hand stealing behind Fay to bury itself in golden hair. It was Fay who pulled away, falling back onto the bed. He smiled at Kurogane over his shoulder.
“Go ahead. I won’t stop you this time.”
Kurogane’s mouth, deprived of Fay’s, demanded something to do. He brought his lips down to Fay’s skin, setting haphazard kisses all over his back. He traced sections of the phoenix with his tongue, then blew gently over the moisture to make Fay shiver. His hands roamed slowly, traveling from Fay’s arms to his sides, his back, his ass, his legs. Fay beneath him, sighing, rising into his touch.
Finished with the tattoo, Kurogane ran his tongue down the blond’s spine, lingering in the small of Fay’s back to lay a kiss and to taste the sweat that had gathered there. Then his hands were on Fay’s ass, his mouth on the backs of his thighs. He kissed and bit gently, moving further inside as Fay moved to allow him better access. When Kurogane spread Fay’s cheeks and put his tongue to the blond’s hole, it elicited a moan. Kurogane grinned. Nice, but not nice enough. He pushed harder with his tongue and squeezed Fay’s ass, getting a satisfying cry out of him. He kissed his way back up to Fay’s neck, where he paused to bite sweaty skin. Fay groaned and moved, sat up, reached for Kurogane.
Kurogane caught his hands and stopped him, turned him so Fay’s back was pressed up against his chest. He sucked at Fay’s neck, a little harder each time he got a moan out of it. He let go of Fay’s hands and brought his palms up to Fay’s nipples, circling them, then rubbing lightly and squeezing until they were hard little peaks beneath his fingers. Fay’s head fell back against his own and Kurogane’s touch slid down Fay’s chest to his belly, his hips, his thighs. Kurogane placed his hands on the inside of Fay’s thighs and spread his legs farther apart. He kept one hand in place, the other slid slowly up to close around Fay’s erection. When he had Fay’s cock in his hand, the blond exhaled deeply and clutched at the sheets beneath them. He made a sound of protest when Kurogane let him go after only a few short strokes.
Kurogane’s eyes had settled on the oil they’d left on the bedside table the night before. He reached for it, dipping his fingers in and coating them before taking hold of Fay again. They both groaned in pleasure as Kurogane’s hand slipped up Fay’s cock, as his thumb swirled over the head and coated Fay with oil. Kurogane watched his hand move over Fay’s erection, both learning what was most likely to earn him a gasp of pleasure, and simply enjoying the sight.
When he reached for the oil again, it was to slick his own throbbing erection. He took hold of himself and pushed into the blond, who settled onto him with a small hiss. Kurogane let his hands rest on Fay’s hips and kept still, his only movements deep, lingering kisses along Fay’s neck. Slowly, Fay began to move. Kurogane remained motionless, letting him grind against him, do as he wished.
It was only when his face was pressed into sweaty blond hair, when his hands were pulling Fay down onto him, only when Fay reached down to play with his balls that Kurogane couldn’t stand it any longer. He pushed Fay forward onto his hands and knees and began to thrust hard. He was drowning in the sensation of Fay, feeling him around his cock, feeling him under his hands, hearing his moans, tasting his sweat and seeing that fair skin, broken only by the flowing black lines of the tattoo.
He was drowning, and when finally he went under, he pulled the blond up to him and kissed him desperately. He held him close, even as he shook in the aftershock of his orgasm. Fay pulled away after a few moments, smiled. “You went and finished without me, Kuro-sama. That wasn’t very nice.” Kurogane pulled him close again, looked straight into blue eyes which were amused but slightly reproachful as well.
“Who said I was finished with you?” He kissed the base of Fay’s throat. “I just had to have you. But now that I’ve done that…” his kisses trailed along the blond’s collarbone, “I’ll have the patience to let you do whatever you want.” Kurogane felt a hand on his chin, suddenly had his head tilted up so he was looking into Fay’s eyes again. The blond was studying him, taking him in as though he’d only just seen him. He tilted his head to the right slightly and smiled.
“What have I gotten myself into with you, Kuro-taichou?”