Worshipped
Title: Worshipped (Fay)
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.
Something. Something tugged him from sleep, made him conscious of the sheets twisted around him, of his face buried in a soft pillow. A few bleary moments later, he realized it was touch. Fingers trailing along his back, towards his side. Kurogane’s fingers. He couldn’t help but smile, couldn’t help but turn his head so he could see the dark-haired captain. Kurogane was stretched out beside him, tracing the lines on his back.
“It’s a phoenix.” The thick black lines on his back did, indeed, make a phoenix. It was, Fay had had to admit from the start, beautiful. Like the other tattoos made by Ashura’s hand.
Fay stretched, shifted and settled himself more comfortably into the sheets. When he was done moving, Kurogane’s fingers began to move along his back again. He relaxed, enjoyed the touch. Kurogane punctuated his exploration with light kisses, just slight brushes of his lips that still had the power to ignite a want inside Fay.
It was only when he was done, when Kurogane began to trace the lines again, that Fay became uncomfortable. Going over them once, then moving on to other things, he would have understood. A brief interest in the tattoo was to be expected. But Kurogane’s slow, careful touches repeated over again made him remember other touches. Other fingers going over those lines, other eyes taking in the lines. A touch and look that had declared ownership.
Fay turned, caught Kurogane’s wrist in his hand. “You don’t have to memorize it, you know. It’ll still be here later.” He’d meant to sound light, teasing, but when he spoke, his voice sounded far too serious. And he was looking into crimson eyes, eyes that seemed to look right through him.
When he’d first seen those eyes, he was shaken. Far more than he would ever admit. He had never seen eyes like that, never had anyone look at him that way. Like the young captain had found what he was looking for.
And Fay believed it. Had accepted it. Had agreed to leave with him. And had found himself in the other man’s arms, in his bed, without a second thought.
To listen to his instincts where Kurogane was concerned had either been very smart or very foolish.
Fay let go, and Kurogane’s hand dropped to the bed. “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, kissed him, one hand stealing into Fay’s hair. And there was that fire, here was that feeling that he’d made the right decision. If he had, if he believed it, now was the moment to show it. He pulled away, fell back onto the bed. He smiled.
“Go ahead. I won’t stop you this time.”
Instead of bringing his fingers back to Fay’s skin, Kurogane brought his mouth instead. Fay melted under the kisses, shivered under his tongue and breath. Was set on fire by large, warm hands on his arms, his sides, everywhere. Kurogane moved slowly, took his time going over every line, caressing every patch of skin. When Fay felt a tongue run down his back, following the line of his spine, he smiled into the pillow. There was a difference. An immeasurable difference between this and his memories.
A kiss in the small of his back, then lips on the backs of his thighs. Many differences. One being the desire that unfurled deep inside him as Kurogane kissed, bit gently at his flesh. He felt hands on his ass cheeks, then suddenly a tongue between them. It drew a moan from him. The tongue pushed harder, hands squeezed his ass. That drew a cry from him. He was remembering the feel of Kurogane over him. Inside him. Just as the memory was causing a flush to heat his face, Kurogane kissed his way up Fay’s back, pausing at his neck to bite him lightly. That was all he needed to make him sit up, reach out.
Kurogane caught him, turned him, held him up against his chest. Fay moaned when he felt Kurogane’s mouth at his neck once again, relaxed into the other man’s hold as his hands came up to Fay’s chest, palms rubbing against his nipples, circling and teasing them into hard peaks. He let his head fall back, let his body give in. Kurogane’s hands traveled down his chest to his belly, his hips, his thighs. Strong hands rested on the inside of his thighs, pushed his legs apart. Fay swallowed a moan as he allowed his legs to be spread, allowed Kurogane to do what he wished. Knowing that he’d allow the other man to do whatever he wanted to was a thought that made the desire in him flare up in a dizzying swirl. When he felt Kurogane’s hand around his erection, he clutched at the sheets beneath them and exhaled deeply, trying not to lose control just yet. In only a few moments, however, Kurogane’s hand was gone, drawing a protest from him.
When he opened his eyes, he just had time to register Kurogane’s fingers coated in something before he felt the slick fingers close around him again, making him groan. He gave in to the feeling, ignoring everything but the growing tension inside him, the gasps and moans he couldn’t help making.
The next time Kurogane’s hand left him, it wasn’t for long, and he soon found himself being pulled down onto the other man’s cock, slicked, but still causing him to hiss at the sensation. Then warm, big hands were resting on his hips as Kurogane kissed his neck deeply. Fay let himself melt into those kisses, savouring them until he couldn’t help but move, grind himself against the other man. Kurogane remained motionless, the only signs of his pleasure the harsh breathing in Fay’s ear and the strong hands pushing his hips down. Fay smiled to himself and reached down, found Kurogane’s balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. He got no farther when he was suddenly pushed forward onto his hands and knees, and Kurogane began thrusting into him hard. One of the other man’s arms slipped around Fay’s waist, pulling him into every thrust while his tongue found the lines on his back once again.
Kurogane in him and draped over him, and finding pleasure in him just felt so good. All he needed now was to come, and just when he couldn’t take it and his hand was about to take hold of his own throbbing erection, he was pulled back and kissed, fiercely. He could feel every muscle in Kurogane’s body shake, and it wasn’t fair. This was a situation Fay was more familiar with. His own pleasure of no consequence. He couldn’t believe it…but he was disappointed. He pulled away slightly, looked at Kurogane with a slight smile. Would there be an excuse? “You went and finished without me, Kuro-sama. That wasn’t very nice.”
Kurogane pulled him close again. “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 Fay’s collarbone, “I’ll have the patience to let you do whatever you want.” Fay reached out and tilted Kurogane’s face so he could see into the crimson eyes that had so captivated him in the first place. All he could find in them was sincerity. And now he was certain he was in the right place. He tilted his head 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.
Something. Something tugged him from sleep, made him conscious of the sheets twisted around him, of his face buried in a soft pillow. A few bleary moments later, he realized it was touch. Fingers trailing along his back, towards his side. Kurogane’s fingers. He couldn’t help but smile, couldn’t help but turn his head so he could see the dark-haired captain. Kurogane was stretched out beside him, tracing the lines on his back.
“It’s a phoenix.” The thick black lines on his back did, indeed, make a phoenix. It was, Fay had had to admit from the start, beautiful. Like the other tattoos made by Ashura’s hand.
Fay stretched, shifted and settled himself more comfortably into the sheets. When he was done moving, Kurogane’s fingers began to move along his back again. He relaxed, enjoyed the touch. Kurogane punctuated his exploration with light kisses, just slight brushes of his lips that still had the power to ignite a want inside Fay.
It was only when he was done, when Kurogane began to trace the lines again, that Fay became uncomfortable. Going over them once, then moving on to other things, he would have understood. A brief interest in the tattoo was to be expected. But Kurogane’s slow, careful touches repeated over again made him remember other touches. Other fingers going over those lines, other eyes taking in the lines. A touch and look that had declared ownership.
Fay turned, caught Kurogane’s wrist in his hand. “You don’t have to memorize it, you know. It’ll still be here later.” He’d meant to sound light, teasing, but when he spoke, his voice sounded far too serious. And he was looking into crimson eyes, eyes that seemed to look right through him.
When he’d first seen those eyes, he was shaken. Far more than he would ever admit. He had never seen eyes like that, never had anyone look at him that way. Like the young captain had found what he was looking for.
And Fay believed it. Had accepted it. Had agreed to leave with him. And had found himself in the other man’s arms, in his bed, without a second thought.
To listen to his instincts where Kurogane was concerned had either been very smart or very foolish.
Fay let go, and Kurogane’s hand dropped to the bed. “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, kissed him, one hand stealing into Fay’s hair. And there was that fire, here was that feeling that he’d made the right decision. If he had, if he believed it, now was the moment to show it. He pulled away, fell back onto the bed. He smiled.
“Go ahead. I won’t stop you this time.”
Instead of bringing his fingers back to Fay’s skin, Kurogane brought his mouth instead. Fay melted under the kisses, shivered under his tongue and breath. Was set on fire by large, warm hands on his arms, his sides, everywhere. Kurogane moved slowly, took his time going over every line, caressing every patch of skin. When Fay felt a tongue run down his back, following the line of his spine, he smiled into the pillow. There was a difference. An immeasurable difference between this and his memories.
A kiss in the small of his back, then lips on the backs of his thighs. Many differences. One being the desire that unfurled deep inside him as Kurogane kissed, bit gently at his flesh. He felt hands on his ass cheeks, then suddenly a tongue between them. It drew a moan from him. The tongue pushed harder, hands squeezed his ass. That drew a cry from him. He was remembering the feel of Kurogane over him. Inside him. Just as the memory was causing a flush to heat his face, Kurogane kissed his way up Fay’s back, pausing at his neck to bite him lightly. That was all he needed to make him sit up, reach out.
Kurogane caught him, turned him, held him up against his chest. Fay moaned when he felt Kurogane’s mouth at his neck once again, relaxed into the other man’s hold as his hands came up to Fay’s chest, palms rubbing against his nipples, circling and teasing them into hard peaks. He let his head fall back, let his body give in. Kurogane’s hands traveled down his chest to his belly, his hips, his thighs. Strong hands rested on the inside of his thighs, pushed his legs apart. Fay swallowed a moan as he allowed his legs to be spread, allowed Kurogane to do what he wished. Knowing that he’d allow the other man to do whatever he wanted to was a thought that made the desire in him flare up in a dizzying swirl. When he felt Kurogane’s hand around his erection, he clutched at the sheets beneath them and exhaled deeply, trying not to lose control just yet. In only a few moments, however, Kurogane’s hand was gone, drawing a protest from him.
When he opened his eyes, he just had time to register Kurogane’s fingers coated in something before he felt the slick fingers close around him again, making him groan. He gave in to the feeling, ignoring everything but the growing tension inside him, the gasps and moans he couldn’t help making.
The next time Kurogane’s hand left him, it wasn’t for long, and he soon found himself being pulled down onto the other man’s cock, slicked, but still causing him to hiss at the sensation. Then warm, big hands were resting on his hips as Kurogane kissed his neck deeply. Fay let himself melt into those kisses, savouring them until he couldn’t help but move, grind himself against the other man. Kurogane remained motionless, the only signs of his pleasure the harsh breathing in Fay’s ear and the strong hands pushing his hips down. Fay smiled to himself and reached down, found Kurogane’s balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. He got no farther when he was suddenly pushed forward onto his hands and knees, and Kurogane began thrusting into him hard. One of the other man’s arms slipped around Fay’s waist, pulling him into every thrust while his tongue found the lines on his back once again.
Kurogane in him and draped over him, and finding pleasure in him just felt so good. All he needed now was to come, and just when he couldn’t take it and his hand was about to take hold of his own throbbing erection, he was pulled back and kissed, fiercely. He could feel every muscle in Kurogane’s body shake, and it wasn’t fair. This was a situation Fay was more familiar with. His own pleasure of no consequence. He couldn’t believe it…but he was disappointed. He pulled away slightly, looked at Kurogane with a slight smile. Would there be an excuse? “You went and finished without me, Kuro-sama. That wasn’t very nice.”
Kurogane pulled him close again. “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 Fay’s collarbone, “I’ll have the patience to let you do whatever you want.” Fay reached out and tilted Kurogane’s face so he could see into the crimson eyes that had so captivated him in the first place. All he could find in them was sincerity. And now he was certain he was in the right place. He tilted his head and smiled.
“What have I gotten myself into with you, Kuro-taichou?”