InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bittersweet Affinity ❯ Revival ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha… Honestly, if I did, would I be spending my time writing fanfiction?

 

Warnings: This story contains M/M, yaoi, lemon…I think you get the idea.

 

Bittersweet Affinity

 

Revival

 

“Whilst skies are blue and bright,

Whilst flowers are gay,

Whilst eyes that change ere night

Make glad the day;

Whilst yet the calm hours creep,

Dream thou—and from thy sleep

Then wake to weep.” ~Percy Bysshe Shelley

 

In that brief moment, your eyes meet mine. A flicker of recognition passes through your gaze, yet you do not struggle in my arms. If anything, the realization that you are in my presence somehow calms your form. Neither of us says a word. You look relaxed, but your eyes remain fixed on my face; you appear to be deciding whether it would be best to stay or flee.

 

My voice feels as if it has become lost in the darkness of my dry throat. The usual eloquence and ease I have with words has escaped me, and I remain silent. With an uncharacteristic, nervous swallow, I gather my thoughts.

 

“Are you well, little brother?” I finally say.

 

With an air of wariness and confusion, you respond, “I think so…what are you doing here?”

 

At that, my lips turn upward in a small smile. “You beckoned me here.”

 

You continue to stare at me with wonder. “I did? How…?”

 

“With the help of your youki, your aura sang to me…reaching great distances to make sure I would listen. The nagging guilt I felt within aided in my travels here,” I calmly explain to you.

 

As you think upon this, I look to the stars above and sigh. Absently, I begin to gently rub your downy, white ears. They lightly twitch in my tender grasp, and unknowingly, you lean into my touch. You catch yourself in your actions and try to pull away, hiding your eyes from my own.

 

My clawed hand grasps your chin to return those twin suns to my sight. Your lip trembles, as your warm breath ghosts over my fingers in the cool air.

 

“Why even bother to set me free?” You whisper, your voice laced with uncertainty.

 

I look intently upon your porcelain features and composedly answer, “Trust me, dear brother, I had no intention of waking you from your slumber, at least not until you called to me. Our spirits demanded and yearned for one another—for us to be one.”

 

You shiver in my embrace. Is it from the slight chill the night brings, or is it my words that make you quake?

 

“So you see, by setting you free…I am setting myself free,” I reply, once more brushing your feathery locks from your forehead.

 

For a moment, all we do is watch each other's faces; we look for any sign emotion. A tense silence wraps around us. Then, tentatively, your smaller hands reach for my face. Your fingertips stroke my cheeks…my markings…my eyelids…my lips…

 

Beneath your touch, I grow warm. I feel that warm glow spread through my features. Is this what I had denied myself all these years? Is this the feeling in my life I had parted from? Is this what I could have felt if only I was not so foolish and stubborn? Is this...what we can become? This warmth...this wonderful feeling spreading through my limbs. And it is all from just your touch...

 

In the next instant, your soft lips caress mine as we share our first kiss. My arms tighten around you pulling your warm form closer to my own body. We never part as I slowly lower you to the plush grass beneath us. The waves of green pillow your body, and I hover above you, covering you from sight.

 

Why it feels so right to hold you in my arms…I do not know.

 

Why it feels so right to share a heated kiss with you…I am uncertain.

 

Why it feels so right to have you in my grasp, trembling at my touch…I am unsure.

 

Why it feels so right…to finally be with you…I cannot fathom.

 

What I do know…is that I simply feel.

 

Your arms tighten around my neck, pulling my mouth closer to yours. Persuasively, my tongue skims along your cotton soft lips, and you yield to me. The warmth of your welcoming cavern deeply pleases and comforts my lonely being on so many levels. Your own tongue playfully swats at my own, and the battle between our lips begins. You twist away from mine, only to pull it more fully against yours.

 

Unsurprisingly, you slightly pull away to access some much needed air. Your breaths are ragged, and your beautiful face is flushed from heat passing between us. I rest my forehead upon your own, enjoying the quiet moment between us, save for the sound of our heavy pants.

 

I slowly drag a knuckle down the side of your visage. What a wonder you are, little brother. It is ludicrous that I denied what my heart demanded for me to have for this long. What I was thinking or telling myself at the time I decided to ignore your beckoning song, I will never know.

 

Feeling rather playful, you rub your nose against mine and then begin to nuzzle your face into my neck. Unseen to you, I allow a small smile of content to grace my normally stoic features.

 

I inwardly sigh as we lie still for the moment, drinking in your presence. By finally relenting to your sweet and enchanting song that your aura put forth, I freed you. After struggling against the need and yearnings for so many years, I had, at last, broken down. How weak I was to give heed to the calls that you sent out from your deep slumber. I resisted, and yet, here I am.

 

You are lying peacefully beneath me.

 

Your touch is real.

 

Your presence is reassuring.

 

Your feelings are genuine; and still, I cannot place my former animosity toward you completely behind me.

 

I freed you.

 

So as some like to say…what goes around comes around.

 

I freed you, little brother. Help release me from my own chains…help me love you…

 

tbc…