Tsubasa Chronicle Fan Fiction ❯ Reciprocity, Part I ❯ Chapter 1

Kurogane was forced to his knees by invisible hands. He would have cursed, but his mouth was tightly gagged. Behind him his wrists were bound, by magic or rope, he couldn't say. Suddenly, the cloth over his face was lifted and the captured warrior opened his eyes to an unlikely scene.

 

He was in a large ornate bedroom. The high, vaulted ceiling was covered with elaborate symbols that struck him as more occult than decorative. The floor was a smooth, cold marble, as were the pillars to his right that opened to a wide stone balcony. To his left was stationed an enormous bed, covered in glossy satin sheets, but there was little other furniture in the room.

 

Just what the hell was he doing here anyway? If he'd opened his eyes to a dungeon, he wouldn't have asked questions, but why was he in some lavish bedroom of all places? He struggled against his bonds and attempted to lift himself from where he kneeled on the hard floor, but it was no use. Some spell or incantation was holding him there. Something stronger than his brute strength, which was in itself considerable.

 

He watched two men walk out a door that was almost as tall as the ceiling and just as ornately decorated. Then, HE walked in. Kurogane's eyes narrowed into deadly slits.

 

Even though he'd never gotten to see the man close-up before, he still knew him. It was the Wizard from Ceres, the man who his armies had been fighting against for the passed two years in bloody battle. The man who he had watched slaughter his own army from afar with the power of his magicks.

 

The man he had learned to hate and to blame for this war.

 

And now he sauntered into the dark room, framed against the light flooding in from the large doorway; his soft blonde hair aglow, his pale skin without flaw. Kurogane practically growled at him.

 

As the wizard walked closer, Kuro saw that he was clothed in white. A sheer, flowing robe hung carelessly from his slim shoulders, revealing a series of intricate patterns flowing over his skin from his shoulders to his back. Loose, silk pants swung low on his narrow hips. If Kurogane wasn't so intend on hating him, he would've lusted after him.

 

The blonde stooped over him and Kuro waited for him to gloat. Instead the man reached around and untied the gag, tossing it to one side. In such close proximity, Kurogane could almost /feel/ the magic flowing out of the wizard from every pour. And yet he held himself so lightly, as if there wasn't a power strong enough to destroy legions seething through that slender, lithe body of his.

 

“Fai…” Kurogane ground out in contempt as he looked up at the man. He was taller than he'd expected. And far more beautiful.

 

Kuro pushed the thought aside.

 

“What am I doing here?” he demanded in a quiet voice, teeming with suppressed rage.

 

Fai smiled down at him as if he were whispering endearments.

 

`You're a gift” he replied simply, “from King Ashura.”

 

Ashura, Kurogane thought, that fucking tyrant! Still, the powerful King hadn't waged war until after he'd acquired the accomplished wizard. Where or how he'd found him no one knew. All Kurogane did know, and all that he cared about, was the fact that with his appearance his own country had fallen under ruthless attack. And not only his country, every surrounding nation was being systematically conquered. Fai had swept through their armies just as he had swept through Kurogane's: with ease and uncompromising victory.

 

The dark haired swordsman had only recently become commander of Japan's Imperial troops, but he had held out for two long years- longer than most. But in the end it hadn't been enough. And he put all the blame on this man standing before him. Ashura was a bastard, but he hadn't declared war until the wizard's arrival, which lead Kurogane to believe that the war had been the wizard's design- that Fai was the man with the ambition and drive and Ashura had merely been persuaded by the powerful man into the lust for war. It never occurred to him that the King may have simply been biding his time until he found the appropriate weapon with which he could conquer all others. He'd never met Ashura, he didn't know him the way Fai did.

 

“I'm a GIFT?” Kuro spat, eyes narrowing. “Just what the hell is that supposed to mean?!” he bellowed.

 

Fai crossed his arms in front of his bare chest and shook his head. “My, my! You /do/ have quite the temper don't you?” he said softly.

 

“Why don't you just kill me?” Kuro continued. “Or is it that you want to torture me at your leisure and in the luxury of your own room?” he asked, his eyes staring daggers. He didn't like this situation one bit. There was something that just wasn't right about it, like a piece of a puzzle that refused to fit.

 

Fai shrugged as if the answer was of little consequence. “It pleased the King to send you to me,” the blonde wizard said. Though his tone was nonchalant, there was something in the man's voice that told Kurogane that the blonde was decidedly unpleased with the arrangement.

 

Then the brooding man's thoughts fell away as Fai stepped closer to him, slipping one long elegant finger beneath his chin and titling his head so he was forced to meet the wizard's glacier blue gaze. “It /would/ be a waste to just kill you… you're quite exquisite,” the blonde told him in a silky tone.

 

Kurogane blinked. `Exquisite'? This was not a word that anyone had used to describe Kurogane, Swordsman of Japan, Commander of the Imperial Guards. The man debated whether the wizard was simply baiting or mocking him, but he didn't think so. And the fact that he believed Fai to be sincere was almost more shocking than his description of Kuro.

 

Suddenly the blonde squatted down before the kneeling swordsman, his arms falling between his knees as he cocked his head to one side and smiled.

 

“Would you like me to loosen your bonds?” he asked, as if inquiring whether Kurogane would like fish or lamb for dinner.

 

Everything about this man belied his strength and power and Kurogane found that the man sitting before him was nothing like the one he had envisioned in his mind. Could this really be the same man that had so mercilessly annialated his army just days ago?

 

Kurogane realized he hadn't answered yet and he replied, “Yes, please.”

 

Fai stood up and waved his hand and the other man's wrists were free. Magic bonds then, Kuro thought. To his surprise, the swordsman also realized he could stand now and as he did so he realized, as tall as the wizard was, Kuro still trumped him.

 

“Whhee!” Fai said in an impression of a whistle. “Kurogane is so tall!” he marveled, smiling up at the man.

 

Kurogane returned with his own smile, but it was anything but friendly. “Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to untie me,” he said with predatory delight, his grin widening. This is what power does to people, Kurogane thought, it makes them careless, it makes them underestimate their enemy!

 

With frightening speed, Kuro swung a huge fist straight into Fai chest. Only when he reached it, Fai was no longer there.

 

“Tsk, tsk” came voice near the dark haired man's ear. “You should learn to play nice!”

 

And then the swordsman found himself flung into the air. In the next moment he landed with a rough THUD! onto the bed. He went to lift himself and cursed aloud when he realized his wrists were pinned above him, immobilizing his body.

 

“I forgot,” he heard Fai say, “I'm not supposed to release you from your bonds,”

 

Lifting his head, he saw the other man walk over toward the bed. With another flick of his hand Kuro's shirt disappeared.

 

“Lovely,” the wizard whispered as he took in the swordsman's well-muscled torso.

 

“Let me out of here!” Kurogane demanded crossly,

 

The blonde wizard clicked his tongue at him disapprovingly and waved a finger with that simpleton smile. “Can't do that! You have to learn to behave,” he chided as if he were speaking with a sulking child and not a half-naked and very pissed of man sprawled across his bed.

 

With teasing movements, Fai slipped out of the flimsy garments and sidled up to the bed. Locking his eyes with Kuro's glaring stare, he then proceeded to crawl up on top of him, like a sleek, simpering feline- all elegant lines and graceful seduction. Kurogane's brow furrowed, his temper flaring in response to his suddenly raising libido.

 

Damn it! He didn't want to respond to this man! He was his enemy, and now he was his enslaver!

 

But his body wouldn't listen and he gritted his teeth in shame as Fai peeled off his tight pants to reveal a splendidly rigid erection.

 

“What do we have here?” Fai said teasingly, in mock reproach, “a concealed weapon?”

 

“Damn you!” was all the dark haired man could think to sputter out as the lithe body hovered over him. He had to admit, as the moonlight fell through the open columns, this man was a study in perfection. His alabaster skin glowed in the soft gleam of the moon, the shadows casting his lean, yet toned muscles into relief. His slender frame belied the strength Kurogane knew was coursing beneath it, pulsating through every line of his well-trained form. The man felt a sudden uncontrollable urge to possess him.

 

His eyes drifted up and over the curve of one hip, the exquisite muscles of his abs and chest, the slender throat, then he was suddenly met with those sparkling, icy-blue eyes.

A smile played on the blonde lips, as if the man could read the other man's mind and knew Kuro was lusting for him, even as wished for revenge.

 

“Do you like what you see?” the blonde taunted unabashedly.

 

Kuro wanted to curse him a thousand times over, but he couldn't seem to get the words passed his lips as he watched in mixed fascination and an ever-increasing and begrudging lust as the slim blonde wrapped his fingers around his growing arousal.

 

Fai worked him with one hand, a slick substance from God knows where suddenly coating his shaft. Kurogane watched with surprise as the blonde positioned himself over his weeping manhood, wondering briefly at the fact that Fai hadn't prepared his own body at all for the abrupt invasion that was about to take place.

 

Then, with deliberate force, Fai impaled himself on Kurogane's large, sturdy cock. The dark haired man gasped. Dear God, the man was tight! He barely suppressed a gasp of pleasure as the man above him slid himself fully onto his prominent erection.

 

Then he heard a breathy moan escape from between those two pale lips and Kuro found himself mesmerized at the erotic beauty displayed before him. All the teasing and mockery had left the slender man, now his eyes were shut tight, lost to the sensation of the other man's considerable girth stretching him wide. Instinctively, Kurogane thrust his hips upward and was rewarded with a choked gasp from the blonde that sent his blood roaring through his veins. The man had had many lovers and he knew how to bring his partners to ecstasy. Tentatively he thrust again, trying this time to angle himself in such a way that-

 

“AhhhHH!” Fai cried out, tossing his head back so that his flaxen hair shimmered in the moonlight. Then he began to meet Kurogane's thrusts with an equal force of his own and the dark haired man felt his mind begin to give way to the demands of his body. Unable to help himself any longer, he raised his hips again with purposeful intent and felt the blonde lift and then thrust himself down, hard, onto his cock.

 

But the swordsman's mind wasn't completely lost to the lust-filled haze, not yet- though the eager body of the man above him was quickly clouding his remaining coherent thoughts.

 

The blonde had begun to whimper. “Oh, yes! More!” he pleaded, then tipped forward with the force of Kurogane's thrusts. Fai attempted to steady himself, placing his hands over the tanned chest beneath him to balance his weight.

 

Kurogane couldn't tear his eyes from Fai's responsive form above him. The blonde man was completely swept away in the moment, his desire laid bare and Kurogane marveled that this was the same man he'd been despising for years. The same man who was now wantonly pleading, “More, Please!” between gasping breathes.

 

With each shove of his hips, Kurogane saw Fai's need become more apparent and soon realized that the man writhing above him, the man who's power had brought him to his knees, was now revealing in Kurogane's domineering and commanding thrusts. It seemed Kurogane was not completely powerless after all and the thought was thrilling.

He bent his knees and, planting his feet firmly, slammed up into the willing body of his partner.

 

“Unbind me!” he suddenly grunted, punctuating his demand with another thrust. His arms ached with his movements, their position above his head constricting his action.

Nearly lost to the ecstasy of his body, Fai, muttered, “Can't… not allowed.”

 

“Fuck not allowed!” he growled.

 

“I…” Fai hesitated, his mind intent on the sweet shiver running along his spine with each rock of his hips.

 

All Kurogane's anger was buried for the moment beneath the power and weight of his carnal hunger for this man. He longed to dig his fingers into the sensitive flesh around those tantalizing, rolling hips.

 

He was quickly loosing patience. Fai's gasps of “More!” were driving him mad and he couldn't get in the right position with the way he was lying. But the blonde's pleads compounded Kurogane's feeling that this man enjoyed being forced to submit, at least in the bedroom and the dark haired man was more than willing to play the dominant.

 

“I said unbind me!” he repeated more sternly this time. When Fai still hesitated, Kurogane asserted his most commanding voice, the one countless hours of training young, hapless recruits had honed, and said threateningly, “NOW!”

 

With a soft whimper of acquiescence when the man beneath him stilled his hips and commanded his release, Fai waved his hand and the magic bonds fell away.

 

In the space of a breath, the wizard found himself flipped over, his back slammed into the bed as Kurogane pressed him down with the weight of his body. Then dark haired man re-entered the slim blonde, plunging his cock deep within without warning or mercy. He watched as a cry ripped from the blonde slender throat, his arms coming up to clutch wildly at Kurogane's shoulders. Unable to restrained himself, and having no wish to do so, the dark haired swordsman rammed his weight full-force into the man squirming beneath him, pinning him to the mattress again and again.

 

He'd never taken anyone so ruthlessly or so brutally, and a gasp of arousal and astonishment escaped his lips as he felt Fai lift his legs up to hook over his broad shoulders, allowing even deeper penetration of the lithe body he was already pounding into with such unrestrained abandon. His own release was imminent; the idea that the wizard was taking all he had to give him and crying for more was sending him over the edge.

 

But even as he stood posed for release, he glanced down at the responsive man cradled beneath his weight and sensed a desperation within him that had nothing to do with sexual gratification. The more he listened, the more the blonde's urgent cries rang with a hollow loneliness and Kurogane felt an odd feeling wash over him, even as he erupted and spilled his seed within the eager body below him.

 

Kurogane collapsed over the thin body of the wizard, but the man made no protests. Again, that odd feeling enveloped him, as if he was sharing something intimate with the other man without actually being privy to what it was. They were really strangers after all, conqueror and captive, but it hardly felt that way after the blonde's willing submission. But it was more that, they had fit together well- better than some of the lovers Kurogane had been familiar with for years. Moreover, Fai didn't act the `conqueror' type. He didn't have the air of the commanding general of men.

 

Kurogane looked down to the elegant form now curled beneath him. His pale blond hair fell tangled over his porcelain cheeks. His eyes were closed, his breathing deep and even.

Incredible, Kuro thought, he's asleep! Asleep in the arms of the head of his defeated enemy's army! Shouldn't he be worried? Then again, if Kurogane had wanted to kill him or escape, he could've already made an attempt at both as soon as Fai had unbound him. He frowned. Why hadn't he tried to escape? Or why didn't he now? Thoughts spun in his mind.

Was the castle that well guarded? Probably.

 

Even so, the sleeping wizard was still vulnerable to attack with Kurogane out of his bonds. Could Fai be so confident in his abilities that he thought nothing of falling asleep in his presence? It was possible, the dark haired warrior had certainly underestimated him. However, something in his gut told him that wasn't the case. Ever since he'd come face-to-face with the wizard, there had been something… off. The ease with which he carried himself didn't so much speak of a surety in his skills as it did a kind of fatalistic carelessness. Kurogane thought back to the battle, and about this lithe, powerful figure who had vanquished so many of his best men. A thought suddenly struck him, and the dark haired man gazed down at the blonde man with renewed wonder. Fai didn't win because he was sure of his power, or because he had faith that he would live-

He won because he didn't care if he died.

 

Who was this man?