Words in the Dark

[eijentu]

Title: Words in the Dark
Series: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Rating: R-18 (NSFW)

Summary: De-anon for this prompt on clampkink. Kurogane gains a new appreciation for the sound of Fay's voice. Kurogane/Fay post-series.

Yeah, someone should give reikah and uakari120 medals for how much I wibbled at them about this.



They roomed together in Jade, much as they had the first time, in the same inn, restored now to its former glory and no longer pressed into service as a hospital. In fact, Fay thought it might actually be the same room.

Which was nice, of course. Nice to be close to Syaoran, to relive the memories of those happy days before everything became fraught and complicated. Nice to be together as a family. Only… Well. Fay shifted slightly on the bed.

Three weeks. Or nearly three weeks, at any rate. Nearly three weeks since he’d had enough time alone with Kurogane to do anything beyond a sloppy kiss, or a quick grope that ultimately had to be finished solo in some dark corner somewhere. The last world had been trying, to say the least - a sort of elite school for magic-users with enchanted grounds and a very severe policy on inter-staff hanky-panky. Day after day, Fay had crossed his legs and prayed for the earring to glow, and when finally they’d touched down in the town of Spirit, behind all the smiles and fond reunions all he could think about were the two little rooms they’d shared previously, and how this time, Kurogane and he would have one to themselves.

And then the inn had been full. Because there was a festival on. Because Spirit was no longer a miserable, eerie place that people avoided. Because they had uncovered the truth behind the legend of the Golden-Haired Princess on their last visit and restored the town’s name.

Fay shifted again. ‘Frustration’ wasn’t quite the word anymore.

Tomorrow, the innkeeper assured them, he’d be able to split their party into two rooms if they wished, but that didn’t help Fay very much tonight. After all, they might not even still be in Jade tomorrow. It was impossible to say.

Across the room, Syaoran had long since fallen asleep, Mokona tucked in beside him. Fay envied the boy his oblivion. He felt so tightly coiled that sleep was most assuredly out of the question; the best he could hope for was a long night of reading.

Not that he was alone in that, of course.

He glanced over to the other bed where Kurogane lay on his side, angled pointedly away from the wizard and flipping the pages of his maganyan with more force than necessary. Ah, so Kurogane had already reached the stage where even visual contact was too much. Fay might have chuckled at that, but taking in the firm line of his lover’s shoulders, the play of light from the oil lamp across his tanned skin, he had to admit it was less funny than it should have been.

He stared blankly at the pages of his own book, and ran his mind over the options once more. Not a lengthy process - they were in horribly short supply. The inn was full - every room, every hallway, even every cupboard seemed spoken for. Earlier, they had stumbled upon a tiny hole-in-the-wall laundry hatch, and though it cramped them together closer than was strictly practical, things had been progressing well until the pile of clothes behind Kurogane’s arse suddenly produced a face. The travelling salesman said he was perfectly willing to share, as long as they didn’t mind an audience, and Fay had dragged Kurogane away before the urge to kill truly set in.

No, Fay really didn’t want a repeat of that. The man had looked disturbingly like the shopkeeper’s friend in the other Tokyo.

Which narrowed things down to outdoors, and even there, the streets of the little town teemed with life. It was past midnight now, and Fay could still hear the Ice Festival very much in full swing. In truth, they probably should have stayed out amongst it longer, let the cheer and hubbub of the evening celebrations distract them - but there was a limit to the power of distraction, and Fay had long since passed it.

Besides, the name of the festival said everything that needed to be said about outdoors romps at the moment. As far as Fay could see, the only possibility for private sex that night involved dressing in dozens of layers, trudging off to the woods or some similar godforsaken place away from town, and doing it against a tree, freezing, as quickly as humanly possible in order to avoid frostbite - all while the lube chilled steadily and the scarves stayed wrapped!

And they’d done that before. Lots of times. It was part of travelling between worlds - part of life. But tonight… Fay sighed, and flicked aimlessly through the book he’d found in the inn’s sitting room. Tonight he’d been looking forward to something else, that’s all.

Nearly three weeks with only snatched kisses and unsatisfying touches, waiting all the while for the next world, and Fay had felt such… anticipation when he saw the quaint little inn. Cupboards and stairwells and other people’s garden sheds had their charms - that plaster gnome had come in useful, after all - but there were times when the body craved a soft mattress and a sturdy headboard, and this was one of those times.

It all just felt like such a colossal cocktease.

Once again he eyed Syaoran’s motionless form across the room. For a moment, he almost wished he could rustle up some magic, enchant the boy’s sleep - just for an hour (or two), just so they could relieve the tension - but only almost. There were other spells, less powerful than the one he’d used on Ashura-ou, but it was still risky territory for a wizard with no healing magic, and Syaoran wasn’t something Fay was prepared to risk. Especially not for something so frivolous (and he needed to remember it was frivolous) as sex. Anyway, while he’d enchanted the king against his will, given the opportunity, he asked first.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Kurogane stretch slightly, a tiny movement that flexed his bicep and rolled his hips just so. Fay snapped his eyes back to the page of his book.

In truth, he hadn’t a clue what he’d been reading, even if he was halfway through it, but anything seemed better than staring at the ceiling while a tiny ninja and wizard performed lewd acts in his head. Normally he wouldn’t bother with translation spells - waste of magic for generally unsatisfactory results - but tonight was a special case, and both Kurogane’s maganyan and this dusty volume of whatever-it-was had been duly enchanted.

Resigned, he peered at the next chapter heading - Erotic Hypnotism.

And then chuckled softly to himself. God, he really did have sex on the brain! Ignoring a (smouldering) huff from the other bed, he blinked and looked again, and then his smile slipped a little.

Erotic Hypnotism.

There it was, plain as anything. He skimmed down the page, but nothing appeared to be amiss. The translation was complete, unchanging. He frowned then - what on earth was he reading? - and jerked the book around. The cover said only Traditions of Jaede in an elaborate gold script. Slowly, he flicked back through the chapters he’d supposedly already covered and found several devoted to various forms of hypnosis. It seemed quite the Jadeite speciality.

Erotic Hypnotism.

Fay hesitated. It was probably about the worst thing he could read in the current circumstances, but… well, why not? When in Jade, and all that. Not as though he wasn’t constantly aware of the desire to shackle Kurogane to the bed anyway, and he had to do something until morning - it might as well be educational. In fact, if he memorised the technique now, whatever it was, he could have it ready for when they finally did have sex. The thought made him grin wildly and settle into a more comfortable position.

Half an hour later, Fay looked up with the glimmer of a very different plan taking shape in his head. It seemed erotic hypnotism could offer rather more than he had first realised. Much more, in fact.

His toes curled as he re-read the last paragraph.

It offered sex, plain and simple, at any time, in any place that one person could be heard by another. The book spelled it out in clear black-and-white, no-questions-asked Celesian (well, Jadeite, technically speaking) - and Fay was fairly certain that Kurogane could hear him from the next bed.

Though if Kurogane could hear him… Fay glanced back at the other occupants of the room and frowned. Syaoran had probably been exposed to enough in his short life without being dragged into this as well, and Mokona, well, Fay didn’t even want to consider that prospect. Some mysteries were better left unsolved, after all.

He tapped a finger against his chin as he pondered the issue - these were delicate circumstances, but not impossible. An enchanted sleep was one thing, but a silence charm, now, that was quite another. In fact, were Syaoran consulted, Fay had no doubt the boy would be in total, vehement support of that particular precaution. And if he woke and saw Fay murmuring soundlessly to Kurogane in the half-light, well, he’d certainly seen worse.

Fay ran his eyes over the page once more, the technique firming in his mind, and then he snapped the book shut, let it thud to the floor.

The wizard smiled.

Kurogane glared at the maganyan in front of him, and considered, for the hundredth time that evening, throwing it across the room. The long battle sequence of the previous six volumes had finally come to a close, and now the ninja was holding hands with the heroine and gazing soulfully into her eyes and it was all so soppy and disgusting that Kurogane wanted to be sick.

He shifted on the bed and scowled heavily. The tiny bastard was getting more action than Kurogane had seen in weeks.

‘Kuro-sama?’

(And if Fay used the word ‘hard’ one more time that evening, Kurogane was going to run a sword through him, which was not a sexual metaphor, no matter how many times the bastard wizard claimed otherwise.)

He rolled slightly, just enough to signal his attention, and let the maganyan slap shut. A faint chuckle came from the other bed then, and Kurogane looked across towards it - and immediately wish he hadn’t. Big mistake. He’d been doing pretty well so far too, but now… Fuck. Fay’s cheeks were flushed, his eyes inky-blue in the muted lamplight, and everything about him flooded want through Kurogane’s body.

He exhaled slowly. Which just wasn’t helpful right now.

Fay’s fingers were caught around a lock of hair, curling it so that the gold caught the light. It was something Kurogane had done himself often enough, and he could just about feel the softness of it in his own hand, could’ve reached out and pulled free the ribbon binding it - and then it dawned on him that the bastard was watching closely and smiling lazily, and Kurogane was Not In The Mood for this shit.

He huffed and turned away again, reaching for the abandoned maganyan.

Fay said, ‘Kuro-sama?’

The smugness in the wizard’s voice precisely matched the stupid expression on his face. Well, that was just fucking perfect. Kurogane closed his eyes and did not grind his teeth into nubs - he’d need them later, probably, when they left this world with its irritating festivals and triple-share rooms and he finally, finally got Fay alone. He’d need them to graze down the man’s soft, white neck, to scrape over his shoulder, bite lightly along his…

‘Kuro-sama?’

Fay’s voice jerked him back to the (disappointing) present, where teeth played a less central role and the wizard had on far too many clothes. Kurogane pushed the images away and flicked through the comic until he found his place again. ‘What,’ he said flatly.

‘Kuro-sama?’

Huh. Was that a dagger or a letter-opener the ninja was gifting to the heroine?

More insistently: ‘Kuro-sama.’

He kept his eyes on the page. ‘Wizard, what?’

There was silence for a moment, and then Fay said, ‘Kuro-sama, look at me.’

And at that, Kurogane narrowed his eyes. There was a strange undertone to the wizard’s voice, a familiar undertone, and his clenched his jaw because, damn it, it just didn’t help right now.

‘What are you playing at?’ he muttered, flicking to the next comic in the book. Maybe the one entitled Peach Fluff Girls Love would be less soppy than what he’d been reading thus far.

‘I’m not playing,’ said Fay, in that same silky voice. ‘I want you to fuck me.’

What the…

Kurogane’s eyes bulged, and it was lucky, really, that he’d spent the better part of his life learning to master his bodily impulses, because otherwise he might’ve leapt off the bed and onto the wizard, kid and manjuu be damned! Fay’s words sent heat racing to his cheeks, made the air catch in his throat, and the want in his belly shifted much closer to need.

And then he scowled. All of which was fucking typical, of course. The bastard was probably getting off on this, watching Kurogane squirm. Most likely he had a hand wrapped around his…

Fuck.

Kurogane breathed in and out and stopped thinking about what Fay’s hand might be wrapped around. He flicked to the next page, and, ‘Knock it off,’ he said sharply. ‘The kid could hear you.’

‘He can’t hear anything,’ Fay said, and though his voice hadn’t lost that suggestive edge, there was something else to it now too: an eerie calm.

Kurogane looked over to where Syaoran lay snoring (lucky bastard). He couldn’t see anything different about him, but Fay’s tone said something was going on. Still, what did it even matter? The kid was there (not to mention that manjuu), and it didn’t matter how many times a certain dark corner of his brain urged him to just do it anyway. Syaoran wasn’t his kid (stupid nicknames Do Not Count), but it wasn’t something he felt comfortable with - wasn’t something his parents would’ve done and wasn’t something he was about to do either. No, the inn was full, the entire fucking town was full, and that was fucking that.

The inn was full. It was freezing and it was late and the only thing they could do was act like men and wait it out. Kurogane accepted that (just), he was resigned to it, but now Fay was purring across the room and batting his lashes - fucking propositioning him with the kid in plain sight! - and Kurogane could feel his head (amongst other things) beginning to throb.

‘Well, whatever,’ he said roughly, and gave Syaoran one last look before he returned to the maganyan. ‘We can’t do that here, so stop talking about it.’

‘We can’t?’

The bastard was smiling, Kurogane could hear it, and a fresh wave of irritation swept over him. ‘Of course not, idiot!’

Fay sighed heavily then. ‘Ah, but I’m already naked for you, Kuro-tan.’

And immediately another image flashed across Kurogane’s brain, made him stare at the page with unfocused eyes. He could picture it clear as if it were real before him - he’d seen it a hundred times before, in fact, and he never tired of it - Fay naked and panting, pale skin and wicked smile, his hard, slicked cock as he leaned over Kurogane and…

Kurogane shut his eyes and breathed. ‘You - ’

‘Kuro-sama, look at me.’

That didn’t seem like it would help right now, but Kurogane opened his eyes anyway because, yeah, it was time to put a fucking end to this. He cleared his throat (it was not dry) to tell the smug bastard exactly what he thought of him - and then the words died on his tongue. Fay lay against the pillows, his smile sharp, hungry now, and all Kurogane could think about was Fay’s teeth on his neck, Fay’s nails in his hair, clawing, dragging, jagged and quick.

Fay said, very quietly, ‘Do you trust me?’

Kurogane frowned at the something still lingering in the wizard’s voice. The question was stupid - Fay knew the answer already - and it didn’t make any fucking sense that he was bringing it up now: it was old stuff, in the past, and long since settled between them. Yet even as Kurogane thought this, it seemed very important that he answer that question, somehow; important that he acknowledge it, even as he scoffed at its redundancy.

So he said, ‘You don’t need to ask me that.’

But his tongue felt slow, clumsy in his mouth. Fay’s eyes looked very blue in the flickering lamplight.

‘Then trust me,’ and quiet and low came the wizard’s voice. ‘Because I want you to fuck me, and I’m going to tell you how.’

It seemed then to Kurogane that the world shifted somehow; it fell away, drew back behind some invisible curtain. There was something about the expression on Fay’s face, something about the hum of his words that seemed distant, dreamlike, almost, and yet Kurogane’s mind felt sharper than it had all evening. It was as if all the unnecessary thoughts and noise that usually crowded his brain had sluiced away, and now there was just Fay and Kurogane and nothing else in the world. Vaguely, it occurred to him that this wasn’t quite usual and Fay might be doing something to cause it, but there his thoughts faltered, blurred out at the edges.

But trust me - the wizard had said it, and Kurogane did anyway, so he let his wonderings fade away, let the tension ease from his body.

It was different from spellcasting, though, of that much he was certain. Then he could feel the essence of Fay’s magic, could see its effects before him: precise things that sputtered and sparked in the air. Now Kurogane couldn’t see anything but the blue of Fay’s eyes, and yet he could feel this too - a sort of pull between them. It was something shadowy, something fragile and flickering, but it was there, without doubt, and it gained strength with every second that Fay held his gaze.

He licked his lips, not sure what he wanted to say. ‘You -’

‘I’ve been waiting for you, Kuro-pon.’ Fay chuckled softly, and the sound of it tickled in Kurogane’s throat. ‘Stripped myself bare for you.’

It didn’t make sense, because he could see Fay still clad in the shirt from their last world - the collar fell open, exposed his (soft, white) throat - but again that other part of his brain smoothed the doubt away: Fay said he was bare and so that must be true.

Fay was bare and wanting and the rest didn’t matter.

Kurogane kept his eyes on the wizard and felt the lust he’d been suppressing all evening (why was that again?) pulse through him, the sudden swell of anticipation making him shudder and twitch. Earlier it seemed they weren’t going to have sex, but things had clearly changed and now he couldn’t quite find it in himself to give a fuck why that might be. All he could think about was Fay, skin flushed and sprawling limbs and the line of gold that ran down his belly…

‘Kuro-tan’s naked too,’ Fay’s words seeped into Kurogane’s thoughts, and his voice was hazy as his eyes. ‘I think it’s time for him to fuck my mouth.’

What?

Kurogane gasped as warm air huffed against the head of his cock, and, fuck, it was impossible, but that was a mouth! He could feel a mouth closing over him, hot and wet, a tongue lapping at him, and it took every ounce of self-control not to scream then because it just felt so good.

His eyes rolled back in their sockets, head scrunching into the down of the pillow. No, not a mouth - Fay’s mouth. He knew the feel of Fay’s tongue, the gentle scrape of his teeth. There was something strange about that, because Fay was sitting across the room with his mouth still attached - but Kurogane could feel it and Fay had said it, and that meant it must be true.

The wizard kept speaking in that quiet, even voice. ‘I can finally taste you, Kuro-sama,’ he said. ‘Slide my tongue around your cock, suck you into my mouth.’

The warmth and the wetness grew, and a noise (that was definitely not a whimper) escaped Kurogane’s throat.

Fay smirked. ‘Like it, Kuro-shudder?’

The words crept along his spine. Kurogane couldn’t help rocking up into Fay’s mouth that wasn’t there and… ‘Unhh,’ he managed.

‘Ah, that didn’t sound very enthusiastic,’ Fay said silkily. ‘Perhaps Kuro-tan would like me to stop.’

And suddenly the warmth and wetness puffed away. Kurogane jerked, not quite able to suppress the twitch of his hips. ‘No!’

Fuck. No!

Fay’s smile pulled wider. ‘No?’

Kurogane swallowed. ‘No,’ he said.

‘Ah, Kuro-sama should tell me what he wants, then.’

Fay’s eyes had that predatory gleam, and it made Kurogane’s cock ache even as he wanted to deck the bastard. ‘Your mouth,’ he ground out.

There was a silence, and then, ‘I think,’ Fay said slowly, ‘that Kuro-sama needs to fuck me now.’

Yeah, that definitely sounded like a good idea.

Fay’s cheeks were very pink, and a hundred images flickered through Kurogane’s mind then: a hundred moments when Fay had looked at him like that, cheeks pink and eyes dark, a hundred times when he had pressed close, body hot and trembling.

‘I’m ready for you, Kuro-tan,’ Fay said: he sounded rather breathless now. ‘Sinking down onto you, just the way you like it,’ and Kurogane could feel it then, the slick heat at the tip of his cock, the slow drag of flesh around him. He was surrounded by wet and tight and hot: by Fay, and that alone was almost enough to undo him.

On some level he was still aware that this didn’t make sense, really: Fay was across the room, not even touching him, but every single nerve in his body said otherwise. He could feel the wizard on top of him - his weight in Kurogane’s lap, his thighs sweaty against Kurogane’s hips - and he felt fucking incredible.

The wizard smiled. ‘Going to ride you now, Kuro-sama.’

Just as Fay said the words, Kurogane felt the motion start against him. Fay’s weight lifted slightly, the bone of his knees digging into Kurogane’s side, and then there was the torturous, wet slide of that heat around his cock.

His hips rocked upwards, meeting the thrust, like always, and though he could feel his erection straining against cloth, it faded to nothing against that other sensation. In the other bed, he could see Fay’s hand had slipped beneath the covers, but that didn’t seem to matter: Fay was on top of him, around him, fucking him.

‘You feel good, Kuro-tan.’ Fay’s voice was hoarser now, catching in his throat. ‘Can you feel me too? Tight around your cock, moving against you.’ The words sparked across Kurogane’s brain, calling forth more images, and he brought his hand up then, searching, wanting: desperate to touch the man in his lap.

(‘Put your hand down.’)

Kurogane put his hand down and didn’t think about why. His hips kept their rhythm, and he could feel Fay slamming back against him now, knew the wizard must be getting close. A moan broke from the other bed, and then Fay’s voice washed over him once more, ‘Don’t stop, don’t stop, yes, please, yes, fuck…’ The words sent electricity up his spine, shorted out his brain. Any second he would…

Fay gasped, ‘Kuro-sama, coming!’, his voice high, sharp. The sound sent a jolt of pleasure through him, made him thrust wildly upwards - and then orgasm poured over Kurogane, head thudding against the pillow, a groan tearing from his throat as Fay clenched around him from the other side of the room.

Fuck. Yes.

Presently the lights faded from his vision, and as he stared at the ceiling Kurogane was vaguely aware of two things. The first was that he felt a lot happier than he had in a while, a kind of peace settling over him that had been markedly absent from recent days. The second was that there was a lot more wet fabric around his dick than usually accompanied sex. He probably ought to wonder about that, except thinking seemed like a lot of work just then. His brain felt hazy, but pleasantly, post-orgasmically so: calm and mellow. The weight in his lap was gone, the walls tight about him vanished to thin air; all that was left was the humming in his ears.

The world had shifted back, it seemed.

It was an effort to raise his head again, but he did. Across the room, Fay was grinning, his expression dreamy and soft, and perhaps Kurogane should have told the bastard off for looking so pleased with himself, only the quivering in his thighs was kind of distracting.

‘I don’t know what you did,’ he heard himself saying instead, and the wizard chuckled. ‘But that manjuu better not have been involved in it.’

Fay flopped over onto his side, still grinning. ‘Don’t worry, Daddy,’ he said, and his hand went up in a lopsided little wave. ‘Of course I wouldn’t expose our children to anything like that.’

That would make a change, then, Kurogane thought muzzily, but somehow it was difficult to care very much. He ran his eyes over the wizard’s face, took in his fluttering eyelids, his sloppy smile. It would be nice to kiss that smile now, or that mouth, rather, and after doing that for a bit, they could have drifted off to sleep together. But sleep seemed like a good idea anyway, together or no, and so Kurogane took one last look at Fay, already dozing, before his own heavy lids fell too.

Tomorrow night, he thought, sleep beginning to take him, tomorrow night innkeepers and teenagers and festivals would have to make other arrangements. If tonight had been good (and it had, in the end), well, tomorrow would be better when they were in the same bed.

His mouth quirked upwards as he thought about that, and he resisted oblivion for one minute more. Yeah, he was looking forward to tomorrow. Payback was very important, after all.

END