Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Choices ❯ Chapter 1

Disclamier: I do not own. Sorry.

 

Author's Note: This is just a random, limey one-shot I wrote directly after watching The Vision of Escaflowne. I apologize for the random-ness. Enjoy anyway.

 

Pairing: Van x Allen

 

 

Choices

 

They had tested their fates one too many times already, but it had become their only escape after the war.

 

The blonde knight had explained the situation when he'd managed to corner the young king late one night after another random celebration the people of Gaea seemed to have more often than not. Shyly, he'd agreed. The knight had the dementia and unreturned affection of a sister who'd been altered into a man, the king a love he would never see again.

 

Because of this, they decided to become lovers.

 

The knight, despite his love for and conception with a woman more beautiful than any other, knew what to do, how to make it work. The king wanted something other than this moment's distraction, but of course, he never said anything. He wanted to please the knight.

 

They met each other in the knight's bedroom, the king a little too nervous to think straight, his soon-to-be lover reassuring enough for the both of them. The knight gently took the unsure king by the hand, pulling him closer. Their kiss was soft, a gentle brush of lips that immediately turned into something darker, heavier…full of longing. The king had never felt this emotion before. He allowed the knight to touch him, caress his skin with steady fingers as they fell across the bed, intertwined and warm.

 

No words were exchanged or needed to be. The king completely surrendered, his fiery will shoved aside, replaced by some unknown thing he could not name. The knight contemplated this as he pleasured the silently begging king, but his mind fell short when the king cried out his name, pleading for him to…to finish it. Finish him.

 

The knight obeyed.

 

Their union was fast, heated, and sweaty. The king's slick body writhed under the knight's, straining to touch, to fill and be filled in return, and the knight could only comply, running his fingers through damp, wet hair, kissing that slender throat as he groaned over him. The king gasped the knight's name over and over again, clutching at him, tugging him ever closer. They clung to each other, the heartbroken knight and utterly forgotten king, falling into an abyss of momentary satisfaction, a world of hot white and blinding color.

 

It was quiet. The king shuddered as the aftershock coursed through him, holding the knight tightly, afraid to let him go. The knight, his senses too far gone for proper thought, did nothing.

 

In this world, everyone knew better to pretend, but sometimes, the choices they made were just too hard to forget.

 

~END~