Kyo Kara Maoh, "Wound," Josak/Conrad, NC-17
Ah, how I've missed talking to wicked_pistil! She's one of the only people I know who actively fangirls Kyo Kara Maoh, which was a delightful change from the rotting corpse that is the FMA fandom.
Seriously, guys, is it just me or is that fandom completely fucking dead? *sigh*
ANYWAY. She wanted fic of Conrad with Shori, Yuuri's older brother, so I shot for that and kinda missed, but hey, I ended up with something else that I think works just as well, almost, so here it is. Enjoy!
Wound
by Mistr3ss Quickly
Conrad has done things to Josak, before. Things that have made Josak flinch. Things that have caused Josak pain.
Things like sewing Josak's flesh back together after a battle, even when he's got nothing to soothe the pain but a generous swallow of the liquor he keeps hidden in his field pack and a growl of almost done, don't pass out on me yet. Things like pushing Josak over a cliff, with nothing but a tacit understanding of the greater good their actions will accomplish to ease the ache of bruised ribs and a fractured wrist, the lingering pain of not saying goodbye to Conrad, even though it was possibly his last chance.
Even things like slapping Josak across the face, the sting of his palm soothed by the touch of his fingertips, the whisper of his kiss when Josak pulled his close and growled his acceptance of Conrad's proposal.
Josak has forgiven each moment of pain, cherishing the memories and retelling the stories whenever he and Conrad are apart, easing the pain of loneliness while his lover is away, accompanying the new Maoh on a trip back to Earth.
~*~*~*~
When Conrad returns to New Makoku, wearing a shirt that smells like another man, his throat marked with signs of another man's pleasure, Josak is hurt. When Conrad shakes his head and answers no one important, Jo' to his lover's interrogations, Josak leaves the room, wounded, with no intention of returning.
Conrad finds him, eventually, and apologizes. Holds Josak in his arms and whispers his regrets in Josak's ear until Josak's heart stops aching with every beat and simply breaks, hurting deeper and brighter and longer than the pleasure of Conrad's touch, Conrad's passion, ever can or has or will. They go back to the darkness of the bedchamber together, and there Josak kisses Conrad, touches him and marks him and hates him and loves him, holds him until Conrad sleeps, exhausted, his embrace strong enough to keep Josak close, lying beside him.
In the morning, Josak wakes and kisses his lover, gives him a proper welcome home, tells him he missed him. Josak touches Conrad, worships him and stretches him and enters him, fucks him and strokes him and kisses him again, until Conrad's gasping and coming in his hand, his body accepting Josak's pleasure when it comes, only minutes later.
They lie together, afterwards, silent and breathing hard. Conrad speaks words of love and Josak repeats them, pulling Conrad close for a long, slow kiss. He holds his lover close, feels him and tastes him and breathes him, hurts beneath him when Conrad turns, the fading bruises on his neck visible in the morning sunlight.
Josak closes his eyes and doesn't mention them. But in the years that follow, he never quite manages to forgive him, either.
Conrad understands, and never hurts Josak again.
Seriously, guys, is it just me or is that fandom completely fucking dead? *sigh*
ANYWAY. She wanted fic of Conrad with Shori, Yuuri's older brother, so I shot for that and kinda missed, but hey, I ended up with something else that I think works just as well, almost, so here it is. Enjoy!
Wound
by Mistr3ss Quickly
Conrad has done things to Josak, before. Things that have made Josak flinch. Things that have caused Josak pain.
Things like sewing Josak's flesh back together after a battle, even when he's got nothing to soothe the pain but a generous swallow of the liquor he keeps hidden in his field pack and a growl of almost done, don't pass out on me yet. Things like pushing Josak over a cliff, with nothing but a tacit understanding of the greater good their actions will accomplish to ease the ache of bruised ribs and a fractured wrist, the lingering pain of not saying goodbye to Conrad, even though it was possibly his last chance.
Even things like slapping Josak across the face, the sting of his palm soothed by the touch of his fingertips, the whisper of his kiss when Josak pulled his close and growled his acceptance of Conrad's proposal.
Josak has forgiven each moment of pain, cherishing the memories and retelling the stories whenever he and Conrad are apart, easing the pain of loneliness while his lover is away, accompanying the new Maoh on a trip back to Earth.
~*~*~*~
When Conrad returns to New Makoku, wearing a shirt that smells like another man, his throat marked with signs of another man's pleasure, Josak is hurt. When Conrad shakes his head and answers no one important, Jo' to his lover's interrogations, Josak leaves the room, wounded, with no intention of returning.
Conrad finds him, eventually, and apologizes. Holds Josak in his arms and whispers his regrets in Josak's ear until Josak's heart stops aching with every beat and simply breaks, hurting deeper and brighter and longer than the pleasure of Conrad's touch, Conrad's passion, ever can or has or will. They go back to the darkness of the bedchamber together, and there Josak kisses Conrad, touches him and marks him and hates him and loves him, holds him until Conrad sleeps, exhausted, his embrace strong enough to keep Josak close, lying beside him.
In the morning, Josak wakes and kisses his lover, gives him a proper welcome home, tells him he missed him. Josak touches Conrad, worships him and stretches him and enters him, fucks him and strokes him and kisses him again, until Conrad's gasping and coming in his hand, his body accepting Josak's pleasure when it comes, only minutes later.
They lie together, afterwards, silent and breathing hard. Conrad speaks words of love and Josak repeats them, pulling Conrad close for a long, slow kiss. He holds his lover close, feels him and tastes him and breathes him, hurts beneath him when Conrad turns, the fading bruises on his neck visible in the morning sunlight.
Josak closes his eyes and doesn't mention them. But in the years that follow, he never quite manages to forgive him, either.
Conrad understands, and never hurts Josak again.