Tsubasa Chronicle Fan Fiction ❯ After the Fighting ❯ After the fighting ( Chapter 1 )

I couldn't believe it was over. Everything was at an end. We were stuck here in this palace of ice and snow, with more than a few dead bodies surrounding us and two unconscious children lying on the floor. And Fai, his breath coming more rapidly than before, his chest heaving as he fought to regulate his breathing, standing before me, his once pure-white coat decorated with crimson threads of blood.

 

Fai lifted his eye to me, letting his strangely golden eye peer ever so hungrily into my own crimson eyes. He licked his lips before bowing his head and stepping forward. This whole thing had taken a lot out of him. He was hungry. He was only following the sounds and the screams of his blood-thirsty body, demanding that he take blood from me. And all I want to do is beat his head into the ground. I need to give him blood, so that he won't die on me, so that I won't feel guilty about killing the one man I'd called my lover for so long.

 

Stepping back, knowing that he wouldn't want to feed here, with the children in plain view. Part of it was because Fai didn't want the children to know about the monster he'd become, to know about the macabre ritual of drinking my blood. He didn't want the children to know what I'd damned him to become. The price he paid because I was selfish and couldn't let him go.

 

I didn't stop until my back hit the nearest wall. A smile danced across my face and I gestured him forward. The fighting had been hard, the fight's preamble even harder. And the entire time, I wanted to do nothing but take his skinny form into my arms and protect him. We'd been lovers for a long time, since Edonis Park. It had only been natural that I wouldn't want Fai to die, I think. I refuse to be left alone to travel with these children who depend more than a little on the two adults they travel with. In my cowardice, I bound him to this group, I bound him to me.

 

When he stood before me, my smile slid into a smirk and I grabbed the blond, pressing him against the wall instead. No need for the children to awaken and find Fai digging his fangs into my arm, drinking my blood like the alcohol he imbibes so freely. I press my body completely against his, letting him feel the heavy weight of me before cutting into my arm. The neck is far too intimate to draw blood from anymore. So, I'm content with letting him draw the needed blood from my arm. There is nothing awkward about drinking blood from my arm, there are no silly implications that need to be dealt with.

 

I miss the way I used to plow forward into him, I miss the way he felt around me, the way he cried my broken name in his breathy voice. I miss the way he felt.

 

“Fai,” I whisper, ignoring the pull on my body as he drinks deep.

 

He doesn't say anything, he simply lifts his eye to look at me. Compliant and obedient as always. It's always frustrated me how good and well behaved he could be, and I wish, more than once, that he would just fight back. That he would lash out, that he would rail against everything that's happened, against he curses and the magic and the demands on his body, but I know that it will never happen. He's far too well trained for that.

 

“I want you,” I whisper.

 

It's not that unusual. Fights release the adrenaline; sex helps calm the embittered warrior. It's why there isn't much to say against soldiers who take bed partners in the midst of war. This war, this fight, has been nothing but hard on us. On the children, and on the manjuu and on Fai and I. I'm sure that the witch hasn't had it easy either, but there's nothing to be done about it. Fai brought us here, Fai led us to this fight, and Fai freed himself. And now, there's nothing I want more than to bury myself into his body and relax. To know that I will be able to lose the tension that tears through my body by melding with him.

 

It's been far too long anyway.

 

He pulls back, releasing his mouth's hold on my arm and licks his lips, barely hiding the much sharper fangs that graced the front of his mouth. Tilting his head to the left, his golden eye looks curiously into mine. His blood lust has been slaked, he's not going to go insane and take a bite out of my neck in desperation, so his eye is slowly becoming that deep, wispy blue it's always been. The blue that reminds me of the skies, that reminds me of oceans.

 

“If that is what you want, Kurogane,” he answers softly.

 

I shouldn't do this. I should tell him no, that I don't want this, but I do. So fucking badly I want to be buried in his body and I can't stop thinking about how tight he is, about how he feels around me. I nod and he nods in return. We've agreed to a deal, we're not going to behave as lovers, and we're not going to enjoy each other's bodies as we should. We are soldiers and we're simply taking care of each other's needs so as to avoid possible dangerous situations.

 

We are men, we have needs and when they aren't met, we become much more violent than normal. It's only natural that we would find a use in each other to prevent that violence from surfacing.

 

I push him to the wall, forcing him to stretch himself up to my height. Claiming his lips, I force my tongue into his mouth, tasting the coppery tang of my blood on his tongue. They slide along each other, dancing in his mouth, but there is no search for dominance. Fai is submitting to me as readily as I move against him. He won't fight against my claim on him, he won't deny the pleasure that I give him, and that's fine.

 

We won't have time to do this gently and slow. To make this something special and loving. We are warriors and we'll have to do this like warriors. I slide my hands down his body, he won't move and that makes me sad, because I want nothing more than to fight with him here. To make him submit, to force him into this, to make him do something, but there's no response. Pulling the sword he gave me magic to hide and draw forward, I lift his arms, spearing him to the wall through this oversize cloak.

 

And he just stands there.

 

With his hands out of my way, I slide my hands over his familiar body once more, something that I've missed doing. He hasn't come to me for sex since I doomed him to a life of drinking blood.

 

I pull his coats open, letting the cold air caress his pallid skin. He's never been dark. All of his skin is this translucent, pearlescent color, and it's so very pretty. I want to take my time, to enjoy the way he looks, pressed against this pale wall, his skin accented by the blood on his clothing and his skin. I want to admire the way he looks, ready to be ravaged by me, ready to be fucked by me, and I don't; I move on.

 

At first, his clothing was difficult to figure out. All of those buckles in different positions, and fastened in weird ways. His clothing has always been much more difficult to undo than my own. It was easy to get my clothes off. I could just untie a string here and undo a button there and they would easy to pull over my head, slid off of my hips, baring me to whatever elements were around me when I decided to get naked.

 

Pushing all other thoughts out of my mind, I spread his opened coats, pulling at the shirt that hid his chest and his torso. They wouldn't be coming off, but it certainly did help to undo the pants that I was getting kind of desperate to get into. I growled as he didn't move, not bothering to help me and I can't stop myself from murmuring, “Move damnit. Do something.”

 

“What do you want me to do Kurogane?”

 

I want you to enjoy this. I want you to be happy that I'm with you, to be like you were before all of this shit went down and you became this bloodsucking vampire. I want you to smile again, the honest little smiles that would appear on your face from time to time. I want to see you like you used to be. I want my Fai back.

 

“I want you…” I don't finish the sentence. He's always been able to figure me out; he should be able to figure this one out too.

 

He doesn't answer, he doesn't do anything. He stands there, waiting for me to move, to go further. And I do. I pull his pants down, letting them catch on his calf-high boots. It's hard to know that I'll be doing this and he won't get any pleasure out of this. Not like I will. Not unless I can make him see just how worth it is. He needs to enjoy this; he needs to take pleasure in what I can give him, in what I can do for his body.

 

I only have blood and spit to lubricate him, to make this easier on him. With his pants down and his lower body exposed, I can see that he won't mind me doing this. At least, if his mind isn't going to respond to me, his body will. He's hard, his familiar erection straining, curving slightly, colored a faint pink.

 

And I want nothing more than to take it in my mouth.

 

Dropping to my knees, I wrap my lips around the tip, licking at the small slit of the head. Teasing him. And finally, finally I hear a gasp, I get a reaction. He whimpers, pressing his hips forward ever so slightly. I lap at the slight opening once more before moving my further along his erection, taking more of him into my mouth. He tastes salty, and fresh, and dirty, and something that's purely him that I just can't describe. My tongue slides over the vein on the underside of his erection, zigzagging along his erection as I move my entire mouth further down his erection. His mouth is opened in faint gasps and I can feel his body straining to push deeper into my mouth. He wants me to take him fully into my mouth, and we're working our way up to that. Until then, he's forced to propel his hips forward, using whatever leverage he could get to try to make me take him deeper.

 

“Kurogane…” he whispers, pleading that I take him deeper, begging him to give him something.

 

I pull my head back, sucking gently against the hard flesh in my mouth and I can't help but smirk as he pants. His voice is breathy, needy, demanding.

 

And I can't help but give into him. Using the blood on my fingers, I slide my fingers over his balls before thrusting it none too gently into his tight, tight opening. He wouldn't be so tight if he hadn't refused to accompany me to bed. I want to thrust into him, without preamble, without warning, completely. I want to make him scream in pleasure, I want to make him moan my name, I want to make him have some kind of emotion on his face; something more than this apathy.

 

He whimpers, thrusting his hips back to push my finger in deeper. It's tight and it's so tempting. I pull my finger back out before thrusting it back in with a second finger. I curl them slightly before pulling them almost all of the way out. He whines, a low noise in the back of his throat before I slide my fingers back in. I'm looking for that little bundle of nerves that will make him scream, that'll have him seeing white behind that eye of his. Curling my fingers, I knew I struck gold when he tensed before sighing softly.

 

“Kurogane,” he whimpers softly.

 

I stand up, knowing that it won't take much for either of us. Pulling my pants down with one hand, my mind drifts a bit. This whole affair has left us with a rather nasty taste in our mouths, and we just need to get away from it all. But I won't let him leave this world without getting physical with me. He's pushed me far too long, far too hard and it's been preying on my mind. I want to pound him into the nearest wall and make him scream, I want to hurt him, I want to make love to him like I used to do, I want to do so many things and it's been so hard because he's been avoiding me, except when he needs my blood.

 

It's going to be tight, and it's going to hurt, but I can't wait anymore. He's thrusting against my fingers in his ass, he's begging, his mouth is open and his body is hardened, undulating before my eyes. He wants me and finally he's going to let me have him.

 

I rub my own erection with blood, coating it as completely as possible. It's impossible for me to be anything less than hurried. I don't know when the next chance for this will be. I don't know when I'll get to feel him around me again.

 

Lifting him, relying on the sword to keep him up, I wrap his legs around my waist and spread his cheeks with my hands. Snaring his lips with my own, I thrust into him, spearing him with my own erection, knowing that there is nothing better than to have his body molded against mine, his body inviting me in deeper, pulling me into his heat.

 

A growl rips its way from my throat and I dig my nails into his pale skin, drawing blood and color to his otherwise plain canvas. I move and my hips piston in and out, sliding deep within my lover, coercing pleasure from him. I demand his attention, I demand his body, and he submits to me. He willingly gives me his body, knowing that I will do everything in my power to make him feel good, to make him come, to give him more pleasure than he has had in a long time, not since Tokyo.

 

“Kurogane!” he cries, arching his back as he shifts, forcing me to change my angle, to hit his prostate, to make him scream. His body is trembling, tightening against mine, and I know he's going to cum soon. I wrap a bloodied hand around his erection, pumping him slowly, my careful movements nowhere near anything my body is doing.

 

His cries are intense, his body is tight, and then his hot seed is on my hand. One of the few things in this world that has any true heat. He cries, hanging limply from the sword, his breathing ragged as his body moves with mine, his muscles choking my erection, demanding that I release within him. My hand returns to his hip, holding him tightly as I slam a final time into him, growling my pleasure as I fill him with my own seed.

 

When my breath has returned, I slide free of him. I'm pissed off at him, angry that he's made me wait so very long before I could sink once more into his warmth, but I'm grateful for the opportunity to have been within him once more. Pulling his arms free, releasing my sword, I catch him in my arms. He's shaking and weak, his body singing with the pleasure he's just enjoyed and I smirk, knowing that I was the one that made him that way.

 

A sense of calm covers me and I know that I won't fly off of the hook at something petty and childish. I'll be calm, collected. I'll be able to make decisions that won't be irrational, and I'll be able to take care of the children and the magician, no matter where we end up next.