There will be magic, chapter 65, RukaxYomi, KaixRuki, AoixReita, UruhaxAsagi
Title: There will be magic
Author: yukigafuru
Chapters: 65/?
Pairings: RukaxYomi, KaixRuki, AoixReita, UruhaxAsagi for now
Bands: Gazette, Naitomea, D... (and a surprise)
Rating: PG-15-PG-17 overall
Warnings: will be angst, yaoi, a bit of gore here and there, light mpreg
Genre: AU, Angst, Romance
Disclaimer: I am not connected to the real persons. This is just a figment of my imagination and I don't make any money nor profit in any way out of this (well, except gathering your love that is).
Summary: The age of magic and mystery is coming towards its end. But what if someone that has the gift to see the future can join forces with others who have the power to stop it? What will be born then? What will be found?
Chapter 65
Seconds trickled by for those within the make-shift prison. Lowering the barrier was not an option, for then the worm would have been able to crush them with its weight; in lack of a better, safer alternative, Reita slipped into his tiger form and proceeded with biting and clawing at the slippery flesh. He had been making heads-start, but found himself forced to give up faster than he had planned, the stinking blood and poison dripping from the wounds, painting his fur red, dripping down inside their cocoon of relative safety and while he may have been immune to the poison, the others weren't.
With nothing else to attempt in hopes of getting themselves free, the four of them settled down on the floor and resolved to wait and see what would arise. They did not have to wait long. The first thing they noticed was the smell of the ocean, so much stronger than it should have been on shore and almost immediately after, the temperature dropped. Within seconds, cold ocean water had started trickling through, getting inside their barrier and slowly filling it up. Yomi was petrified with fear and the rest weren't faring any better.
“Shh, Yomi, the others will get to us. Ruka will be here soon, you'll see.” Reita tried to comfort the shivering kitsune but his own heart was black with despair, for he knew that if the others hadn't gotten to them by then, they were being detained by something and chances were they would not get there in time. And the water rose.
“Reita, I think something's happening.” Ruki declared and then pointed at the creature still surrounding them. Yet the circle encompassing their barrier had become loser, as if...
“It's weakness is water.” Reita laughed, relieved for a moment. There was also some disbelief mixed up with his other emotions, for if only Aoi had known this before... Now however was not the time to dwell. “We'll be able to swim out of here as soon as it disentangles itself from us.” He pointed out.
The thought that by the time the worm abandoned its prey, they could have already drowned occurred to each and everyone of them, but no one dared to voice it, hoping against all hope that the worse would not come to pass. And it seemed like they were lucky. The water trickled in but at an even faster pace, the worm was disentangling its body from their barrier.
“OK, I'm going to attack it again. See if maybe then it'll leave even faster.”
His claws ripped at the wounds he had already inflicted on the creature earlier and the worm practically fled. Not a moment sooner, Reita and Yomi simultaneously dropped their barriers and made to swim towards shore. They were under the surface of the ocean but not so far under that the pressure was too great or that they could not swim their way to safety. They were also lucky to be born with animal forms and animals were born with the ability to swim, even if they hated water. Swimming had forced them to put a bit of a distance between each other, keep from hitting a friend on their way to what they presumed was safety, when they noticed four huge arms, thick like trees trunks, only green, covered in long living algae, swooshing at them from above, arms tied to the humongous body of the sea monster. There was no avoiding it.
The kraken grabbed each and everyone and then, its fists tightened against its victims, went off further, towards the high seas, dragging them along, further away from the harbor. Fearing being crushed to death more than drowning, Reita screamed and with signs, got through to the terrified fox, made Yomi understand to lift his barriers. The protections surrounded each and every one of the four friends: Yomi's rays of magic himself and Ruki and Reita's mercury, the tiger and seer. For the moment the kraken could not crush them. However, it didn't look like that had been its intention either. The monster was sinking deeper into the water, they could knew due to the fact that light was growing thinner by the minute and the temperature was dropping almost at the same pace. The kraken was taking them far away from the harbor, and it had no plans of crushing them, just keeping them under water. They were going to drown.
The first one to show signs of drowning was the smallest of them all: Yomi. The magical protection around himself and Ruki fell, indicating his body was going into distress. The kraken squeezed tighter. Yomi started struggling, although he knew it was in vain. Then, his hands went to his throat, his mouth, in sequential movements, desperate attempts to keep them closed off, or to keep air in, to somehow keep breathing, to not let water in. But his lungs would not listen and no matter how he struggled, they gave out and demanded he open his mouth and breathe. Bubbles came out of his mouth and then he was opening it wide, letting in seawater instead of the much longed for air. Moments later, he was having spasms and in the murky dark waters, the others, even though they were there, not only could they not do anything to save him, they also couldn't even see him properly and watch their friend go.
By the time Ruki was also giving signs of reaching his limits, Reita felt his magic weakening. He would have cried in desperation for himself and his friends but his tears wouldn't have mattered anyway. And just when he wished for it all to finally be over, he felt the most amazing rush of heat and magic traveling through his cells. He blinked and just like that, only he was able to breathe underwater. If he hadn't felt that heat one more time before, he couldn't have understood what had happened, the fact that his son was already protecting his mother, a mishepishu was giving its parent the breath of life, the ability to temporarily belong in the water, a mishepishu's natural environment. It was an amazing feat, a miracle. It showed how strong their son would once be, and how much he would love his parents, how blessed they were to have him already. And yet Reita didn't know how to feel about it right now. Gifted and loved, of course for his son was already proving to be amazing, his very own miracle from the moment he had sensed his existence. But on the other hand, seeing his friends dying right before his eyes, unable to do anything to help them, only him saved from the kraken, Reita also felt guilty.
Asagi watched with horror Yomi's struggles and in lack of anything else he could do, he prayed. He pleaded fervently with anyone that was out there and could possible help them. This was his fault. From the start it had been his fault, it should be only him, not the other three. The instant he saw shapes in the water, his thoughts jumbled because of the lack of air, the pressure and coldness of the ocean and the darkness of his heart, he thought he was imagining things. But then, the two shapes grew and reached Reita and Ruki and he hoped.
His hopes were answered.
The brightest of lights, the same white pure flash that had blinded them in the inn several nights before, manifested itself right in front of him, in the middle of the ocean. And out of the light came Uruha, more beautiful than Asagi remembered him, more beautiful that an angel and Asagi knew that he was there to save them. Uruha's tresses of honey-brown hair caressed by the underwater waves floated behind him, threaded together by threads of magical light, his unblemished white toga was trapped to his skin, showing off all his delicious curves, his long, lean legs were softly paddling at the water under him, in his element in the middle of the cold sea, while his eyes, that had looked so caring and loving to Asagi in visions before, were unrecognizably beautiful, in their anger. The Abaia's anger was not aimed at Asagi, but at the creature causing his lover harm, in its attack going against him. And he was the proper king of the ocean.
Uruha shrieked his order and the kraken immediately let his prisoners go. Excepting Asagi and Yomi, who were welcomed in Uruha's strong arms, the other two were easily caught by the human-like shapes Asagi had seen in the water. Now, with the underwater light that Uruha seemed to give off, Asagi recognized them even while they were busing swimming away towards the shore. The kraken stood there, waiting for its punishment.
Uruha, for the moment, didn't waste time on the beast, but leaned down towards the unconscious kitsune. He had hurried there, as soon as he had gotten word that his lover was in danger, but the kraken had been suspiciously -and surprisingly- hard to track and locate and he had arrived later than planned. Yomi was no longer breathing but thankfully he hadn't been gone long, his frail heart was just starting to shut down and the Abaia, well, he could make it beat strongly again. Even though his lips were only meant to kiss his love, this time Uruha slanted them over the poor kitsunes and sucked all the sea water out of his system while with a whispered breath, the same white light was back and Yomi was whisked far away to safety.
Uruha reassured a worried seer with a kiss on his lips and a tightening of his arm around his mate's waist. Yomi was alive and in the arms of his lover, he transmitted and knew that Asagi had seen the visuals the moment the seer stopped struggling in his arms. The kiss had also insured that Asagi had no more trouble breathing underwater, although they did have to limit themselves to speech through thoughts for the moment.
With a shriek, louder than anything Asagi had heard before, which included a dragon's pissed off scream, the Abaia had the kraken's firm attention. His eyes burned with the fury he felt and the seer could have sworn the monster was shivering in the water. Bright blue flames sprang out of no where and surrounded the beast, that flailed its gigantic arms pointlessly in its new prison and seemed to beseech Uruha to let it free in a type of broken language -sounds- that Asagi did not understand. Uruha watched it suffer for a few minutes and then banished the flames with a wave of his hand. Then sea-weeds, even stronger than the ones the kraken was able to conjure, ropes of tree-thick sea matter wrapped themselves tightly around the kraken, tighter and tighter until the monster was cocooned in them, a fly inside a spider's web, a death-trap. The monster was unable to move even a finger, not to mention one of its colossal arms and legs.
The next thing Asagi knew, he was being dropped on a feather-soft king-sized bed in the middle of a luxuriant room somewhere, with the mischievous eyes of his lover shining love over him.
“What happened? Uru?” He was finally able to voice, freed from the water that had stopped him earlier.
“Love, I have waited so long for this.” The Abaia whispered before he began attacking Asagi's neck with light nips and kisses.
“Wait.” Asagi resisted and managed to wriggle himself free from his lover's embrace, which thankfully stopped the Abaia. For the moment.
“What's wrong?”
“What's wrong!” Asagi screamed in frustration. “I'm happy to see you too.” At that, the Abaia's eyes seemed to sparkle happiness and in other circumstances, Asagi wouldn't have thought twice about giving in. “But before jumping into bed, don't you think I'd want to know where my friends are, if they're ok, oh... and one other little thing: where the fuck I am!” He leered at his lover and he hadn't meant for it to come out so harshly, to hurt him, hurt that he saw reflected in his lover's expressive gaze.
“They're on the ship, love. Everyone is on the ship. They're all perfectly fine.” Seeing Asagi's pissed off expression, he hurried to rectify. “They're all alive I mean, and in the arms of who they love, oh and finally reunited. Now can you please come back to bed?”
Asagi almost gave in, and under other circumstances, would have, if not for the nagging worry for his friends and the secrets that kept him bound. He had practically seen Yomi drown earlier, he thought he was entitled to a bit of paranoia.
“Can I see them? Can you take me to them?”
Earlier, he had simply moved from under the Abaia and sat ottoman-like on the enormous bed. Now, his movements were copied by an eager Uruha, who raised himself from the lying position he had been in before and sat himself in front of the seer, his arms automatically settling themselves on the other's thighs, caressing pleasantly and raising goosebumps on Asagi's arms.
“I can show them to you. Like before, when we held each other.”
“In my head, you mean.”
Uruha nodded.
“I am not letting you get away from me. After a lifetime of waiting, I have you. And I am not letting you go, love. You can be as mad as me as you want. You deserve some peace in your life and you'll get it here. Even if you don't want to.” Even though it could have been a threat, Asagi only heard the love declaration in the Abaia's words.
“What are you talking about? I have to go with them. We're searching for the prophet and practically at war right now. I can't stay here and let them put themselves in danger.”
“You would have done it without a problem before, when leaving the castle. And the prophet is close. Their journey is almost to its end. You can stay here with me till after they find him.”
“I am not your prisoner.” Asagi ground out and he was mad enough to make himself believe Uruha didn't know what he was doing, when all the while, a sly little voice in his mind was telling him to stop being an idiot and stop hurting his mate.
“No, you're not. You're my lover. And you should want to spend time with me. We finally have each other. Didn't you miss me? Want me?”
He was playing the hurt card and even though Asagi wanted to resist it, the gentle touches on his thighs, the sad expressive eyes and the pouty lips had him doubting his earlier words. Perhaps he should stay. But the others...
“They already agreed. Before getting you, they had been trying to get to you desperately, but the kraken had made a mess and they got themselves tangled in it. There was no way they could reach you. I had a very brief chat with them, told them what I planned to do, got them on Sakito's ship and told them to wait. They agreed with me, said you need the rest.”
Asagi couldn't quite believe the dragon had given in so easily.
“You extorted them, didn't you?”
Uruha was shameless enough to pout and that lovely mouth apparently got tired of being separated from Asagi's lovely neck, for he responded to the question between the kisses and licks at the seer's skin. And the touches were certainly getting to Asagi.
“No, I didn't... Well, maybe at first. But they really did understand in the end. I promise.”
“Can I talk to them? Please. I trust you but I still want to see them, especially if there's a chance I'm staying here with you. Please, love.” Asagi said and raised Uruha's head so that he could see him worrying for his friends, see his desperation at talking with them.
Uruha sighed. He knew that those eyes would get at him every time.
“Oh, all right.”
In another flash of light, they were gone from the room and coming to stand under the clear blue skies, on the moving deck of a former pirates vessel, sailing away from port. Asagi was practically hugged to death by several moving figures the moment his friends saw him.
“Asagi, we thought we wouldn't see you for a while.” An uncharacteristically emotional Ruki was looking up at him while still keeping his arms tight around him. Uruha growled a bit louder and thankfully that got everyone to release him from their grizzly hugs.
“Is everyone okay?” He swept the deck with his gaze and was very relieved to see that everyone was fine, just as his lover had claimed. He was especially relieved to look into Yomi's sweet amber eyes and internally thank Uruha for bringing the ball of fluff back. Ruka, paces behind him, was apparently in full protective mode still. “Guys, I've been worried. Tell me everything.” He said and looked at everyone, and especially at the dragon. They had a lot of things to talk about and even though he sensed the Abaia fidgeting behind him, his lover could wait.
A/N: I made it longer again and yes, I'm late again. Life has really been a bitch lately. So I'm actually depending on you guys more than ever to keep me writing because if not for the comments and friendly nudges, I don't think I could have actually found the time to write this, so thank you.
Author: yukigafuru
Chapters: 65/?
Pairings: RukaxYomi, KaixRuki, AoixReita, UruhaxAsagi for now
Bands: Gazette, Naitomea, D... (and a surprise)
Rating: PG-15-PG-17 overall
Warnings: will be angst, yaoi, a bit of gore here and there, light mpreg
Genre: AU, Angst, Romance
Disclaimer: I am not connected to the real persons. This is just a figment of my imagination and I don't make any money nor profit in any way out of this (well, except gathering your love that is).
Summary: The age of magic and mystery is coming towards its end. But what if someone that has the gift to see the future can join forces with others who have the power to stop it? What will be born then? What will be found?
Chapter 65
Seconds trickled by for those within the make-shift prison. Lowering the barrier was not an option, for then the worm would have been able to crush them with its weight; in lack of a better, safer alternative, Reita slipped into his tiger form and proceeded with biting and clawing at the slippery flesh. He had been making heads-start, but found himself forced to give up faster than he had planned, the stinking blood and poison dripping from the wounds, painting his fur red, dripping down inside their cocoon of relative safety and while he may have been immune to the poison, the others weren't.
With nothing else to attempt in hopes of getting themselves free, the four of them settled down on the floor and resolved to wait and see what would arise. They did not have to wait long. The first thing they noticed was the smell of the ocean, so much stronger than it should have been on shore and almost immediately after, the temperature dropped. Within seconds, cold ocean water had started trickling through, getting inside their barrier and slowly filling it up. Yomi was petrified with fear and the rest weren't faring any better.
“Shh, Yomi, the others will get to us. Ruka will be here soon, you'll see.” Reita tried to comfort the shivering kitsune but his own heart was black with despair, for he knew that if the others hadn't gotten to them by then, they were being detained by something and chances were they would not get there in time. And the water rose.
“Reita, I think something's happening.” Ruki declared and then pointed at the creature still surrounding them. Yet the circle encompassing their barrier had become loser, as if...
“It's weakness is water.” Reita laughed, relieved for a moment. There was also some disbelief mixed up with his other emotions, for if only Aoi had known this before... Now however was not the time to dwell. “We'll be able to swim out of here as soon as it disentangles itself from us.” He pointed out.
The thought that by the time the worm abandoned its prey, they could have already drowned occurred to each and everyone of them, but no one dared to voice it, hoping against all hope that the worse would not come to pass. And it seemed like they were lucky. The water trickled in but at an even faster pace, the worm was disentangling its body from their barrier.
“OK, I'm going to attack it again. See if maybe then it'll leave even faster.”
His claws ripped at the wounds he had already inflicted on the creature earlier and the worm practically fled. Not a moment sooner, Reita and Yomi simultaneously dropped their barriers and made to swim towards shore. They were under the surface of the ocean but not so far under that the pressure was too great or that they could not swim their way to safety. They were also lucky to be born with animal forms and animals were born with the ability to swim, even if they hated water. Swimming had forced them to put a bit of a distance between each other, keep from hitting a friend on their way to what they presumed was safety, when they noticed four huge arms, thick like trees trunks, only green, covered in long living algae, swooshing at them from above, arms tied to the humongous body of the sea monster. There was no avoiding it.
The kraken grabbed each and everyone and then, its fists tightened against its victims, went off further, towards the high seas, dragging them along, further away from the harbor. Fearing being crushed to death more than drowning, Reita screamed and with signs, got through to the terrified fox, made Yomi understand to lift his barriers. The protections surrounded each and every one of the four friends: Yomi's rays of magic himself and Ruki and Reita's mercury, the tiger and seer. For the moment the kraken could not crush them. However, it didn't look like that had been its intention either. The monster was sinking deeper into the water, they could knew due to the fact that light was growing thinner by the minute and the temperature was dropping almost at the same pace. The kraken was taking them far away from the harbor, and it had no plans of crushing them, just keeping them under water. They were going to drown.
The first one to show signs of drowning was the smallest of them all: Yomi. The magical protection around himself and Ruki fell, indicating his body was going into distress. The kraken squeezed tighter. Yomi started struggling, although he knew it was in vain. Then, his hands went to his throat, his mouth, in sequential movements, desperate attempts to keep them closed off, or to keep air in, to somehow keep breathing, to not let water in. But his lungs would not listen and no matter how he struggled, they gave out and demanded he open his mouth and breathe. Bubbles came out of his mouth and then he was opening it wide, letting in seawater instead of the much longed for air. Moments later, he was having spasms and in the murky dark waters, the others, even though they were there, not only could they not do anything to save him, they also couldn't even see him properly and watch their friend go.
By the time Ruki was also giving signs of reaching his limits, Reita felt his magic weakening. He would have cried in desperation for himself and his friends but his tears wouldn't have mattered anyway. And just when he wished for it all to finally be over, he felt the most amazing rush of heat and magic traveling through his cells. He blinked and just like that, only he was able to breathe underwater. If he hadn't felt that heat one more time before, he couldn't have understood what had happened, the fact that his son was already protecting his mother, a mishepishu was giving its parent the breath of life, the ability to temporarily belong in the water, a mishepishu's natural environment. It was an amazing feat, a miracle. It showed how strong their son would once be, and how much he would love his parents, how blessed they were to have him already. And yet Reita didn't know how to feel about it right now. Gifted and loved, of course for his son was already proving to be amazing, his very own miracle from the moment he had sensed his existence. But on the other hand, seeing his friends dying right before his eyes, unable to do anything to help them, only him saved from the kraken, Reita also felt guilty.
Asagi watched with horror Yomi's struggles and in lack of anything else he could do, he prayed. He pleaded fervently with anyone that was out there and could possible help them. This was his fault. From the start it had been his fault, it should be only him, not the other three. The instant he saw shapes in the water, his thoughts jumbled because of the lack of air, the pressure and coldness of the ocean and the darkness of his heart, he thought he was imagining things. But then, the two shapes grew and reached Reita and Ruki and he hoped.
His hopes were answered.
The brightest of lights, the same white pure flash that had blinded them in the inn several nights before, manifested itself right in front of him, in the middle of the ocean. And out of the light came Uruha, more beautiful than Asagi remembered him, more beautiful that an angel and Asagi knew that he was there to save them. Uruha's tresses of honey-brown hair caressed by the underwater waves floated behind him, threaded together by threads of magical light, his unblemished white toga was trapped to his skin, showing off all his delicious curves, his long, lean legs were softly paddling at the water under him, in his element in the middle of the cold sea, while his eyes, that had looked so caring and loving to Asagi in visions before, were unrecognizably beautiful, in their anger. The Abaia's anger was not aimed at Asagi, but at the creature causing his lover harm, in its attack going against him. And he was the proper king of the ocean.
Uruha shrieked his order and the kraken immediately let his prisoners go. Excepting Asagi and Yomi, who were welcomed in Uruha's strong arms, the other two were easily caught by the human-like shapes Asagi had seen in the water. Now, with the underwater light that Uruha seemed to give off, Asagi recognized them even while they were busing swimming away towards the shore. The kraken stood there, waiting for its punishment.
Uruha, for the moment, didn't waste time on the beast, but leaned down towards the unconscious kitsune. He had hurried there, as soon as he had gotten word that his lover was in danger, but the kraken had been suspiciously -and surprisingly- hard to track and locate and he had arrived later than planned. Yomi was no longer breathing but thankfully he hadn't been gone long, his frail heart was just starting to shut down and the Abaia, well, he could make it beat strongly again. Even though his lips were only meant to kiss his love, this time Uruha slanted them over the poor kitsunes and sucked all the sea water out of his system while with a whispered breath, the same white light was back and Yomi was whisked far away to safety.
Uruha reassured a worried seer with a kiss on his lips and a tightening of his arm around his mate's waist. Yomi was alive and in the arms of his lover, he transmitted and knew that Asagi had seen the visuals the moment the seer stopped struggling in his arms. The kiss had also insured that Asagi had no more trouble breathing underwater, although they did have to limit themselves to speech through thoughts for the moment.
With a shriek, louder than anything Asagi had heard before, which included a dragon's pissed off scream, the Abaia had the kraken's firm attention. His eyes burned with the fury he felt and the seer could have sworn the monster was shivering in the water. Bright blue flames sprang out of no where and surrounded the beast, that flailed its gigantic arms pointlessly in its new prison and seemed to beseech Uruha to let it free in a type of broken language -sounds- that Asagi did not understand. Uruha watched it suffer for a few minutes and then banished the flames with a wave of his hand. Then sea-weeds, even stronger than the ones the kraken was able to conjure, ropes of tree-thick sea matter wrapped themselves tightly around the kraken, tighter and tighter until the monster was cocooned in them, a fly inside a spider's web, a death-trap. The monster was unable to move even a finger, not to mention one of its colossal arms and legs.
The next thing Asagi knew, he was being dropped on a feather-soft king-sized bed in the middle of a luxuriant room somewhere, with the mischievous eyes of his lover shining love over him.
“What happened? Uru?” He was finally able to voice, freed from the water that had stopped him earlier.
“Love, I have waited so long for this.” The Abaia whispered before he began attacking Asagi's neck with light nips and kisses.
“Wait.” Asagi resisted and managed to wriggle himself free from his lover's embrace, which thankfully stopped the Abaia. For the moment.
“What's wrong?”
“What's wrong!” Asagi screamed in frustration. “I'm happy to see you too.” At that, the Abaia's eyes seemed to sparkle happiness and in other circumstances, Asagi wouldn't have thought twice about giving in. “But before jumping into bed, don't you think I'd want to know where my friends are, if they're ok, oh... and one other little thing: where the fuck I am!” He leered at his lover and he hadn't meant for it to come out so harshly, to hurt him, hurt that he saw reflected in his lover's expressive gaze.
“They're on the ship, love. Everyone is on the ship. They're all perfectly fine.” Seeing Asagi's pissed off expression, he hurried to rectify. “They're all alive I mean, and in the arms of who they love, oh and finally reunited. Now can you please come back to bed?”
Asagi almost gave in, and under other circumstances, would have, if not for the nagging worry for his friends and the secrets that kept him bound. He had practically seen Yomi drown earlier, he thought he was entitled to a bit of paranoia.
“Can I see them? Can you take me to them?”
Earlier, he had simply moved from under the Abaia and sat ottoman-like on the enormous bed. Now, his movements were copied by an eager Uruha, who raised himself from the lying position he had been in before and sat himself in front of the seer, his arms automatically settling themselves on the other's thighs, caressing pleasantly and raising goosebumps on Asagi's arms.
“I can show them to you. Like before, when we held each other.”
“In my head, you mean.”
Uruha nodded.
“I am not letting you get away from me. After a lifetime of waiting, I have you. And I am not letting you go, love. You can be as mad as me as you want. You deserve some peace in your life and you'll get it here. Even if you don't want to.” Even though it could have been a threat, Asagi only heard the love declaration in the Abaia's words.
“What are you talking about? I have to go with them. We're searching for the prophet and practically at war right now. I can't stay here and let them put themselves in danger.”
“You would have done it without a problem before, when leaving the castle. And the prophet is close. Their journey is almost to its end. You can stay here with me till after they find him.”
“I am not your prisoner.” Asagi ground out and he was mad enough to make himself believe Uruha didn't know what he was doing, when all the while, a sly little voice in his mind was telling him to stop being an idiot and stop hurting his mate.
“No, you're not. You're my lover. And you should want to spend time with me. We finally have each other. Didn't you miss me? Want me?”
He was playing the hurt card and even though Asagi wanted to resist it, the gentle touches on his thighs, the sad expressive eyes and the pouty lips had him doubting his earlier words. Perhaps he should stay. But the others...
“They already agreed. Before getting you, they had been trying to get to you desperately, but the kraken had made a mess and they got themselves tangled in it. There was no way they could reach you. I had a very brief chat with them, told them what I planned to do, got them on Sakito's ship and told them to wait. They agreed with me, said you need the rest.”
Asagi couldn't quite believe the dragon had given in so easily.
“You extorted them, didn't you?”
Uruha was shameless enough to pout and that lovely mouth apparently got tired of being separated from Asagi's lovely neck, for he responded to the question between the kisses and licks at the seer's skin. And the touches were certainly getting to Asagi.
“No, I didn't... Well, maybe at first. But they really did understand in the end. I promise.”
“Can I talk to them? Please. I trust you but I still want to see them, especially if there's a chance I'm staying here with you. Please, love.” Asagi said and raised Uruha's head so that he could see him worrying for his friends, see his desperation at talking with them.
Uruha sighed. He knew that those eyes would get at him every time.
“Oh, all right.”
In another flash of light, they were gone from the room and coming to stand under the clear blue skies, on the moving deck of a former pirates vessel, sailing away from port. Asagi was practically hugged to death by several moving figures the moment his friends saw him.
“Asagi, we thought we wouldn't see you for a while.” An uncharacteristically emotional Ruki was looking up at him while still keeping his arms tight around him. Uruha growled a bit louder and thankfully that got everyone to release him from their grizzly hugs.
“Is everyone okay?” He swept the deck with his gaze and was very relieved to see that everyone was fine, just as his lover had claimed. He was especially relieved to look into Yomi's sweet amber eyes and internally thank Uruha for bringing the ball of fluff back. Ruka, paces behind him, was apparently in full protective mode still. “Guys, I've been worried. Tell me everything.” He said and looked at everyone, and especially at the dragon. They had a lot of things to talk about and even though he sensed the Abaia fidgeting behind him, his lover could wait.
A/N: I made it longer again and yes, I'm late again. Life has really been a bitch lately. So I'm actually depending on you guys more than ever to keep me writing because if not for the comments and friendly nudges, I don't think I could have actually found the time to write this, so thank you.