fic: Christmas Mournings
Title: Christmas Mournings
Author: prologuesized
Pairing: Akame
Rating: R
Genre: Romance, perhaps slight angst?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story.
Summary: Some shared (and not shared) Christmases and two fools with their hearts claimed.
Author Note: Um, I don't know, some snippets of this and that? I started writing it when I was bored. Yes, I do that. Yes, they seem to miss a point when I do that. But it's some Christmas sweetness for fellow Akame fans so consider this a Christmas present. Merry Christmas!
Wordcount: 1,200
Christmas Mournings
Two young boys stand at the top of a building and draw cold air in their lungs, hand in hand. A sharp winter breeze steals the warmth from their skin, nevermind the thick jackets, scarves and mittens. One even has a beanie on his head, warming his ears. One goes without.
There’s a thin layer of snow on the rooftop. The traces of their footsteps have been left behind as they stand at the edge, eyes staring into each other. Not a word leaves their lips.
One foot steps forward. Snow makes a prickling sound under his shoe and the sound of heartbeats becomes more erratic.
Jin strokes Kame’s hair behind his ears clumsily due to the mitten in his hand. Snow dances behind him, dances too fast as the wind carries it along. Kame smiles a bit, eyes never faltering.
Bowing down for a kiss feels too pleasant to pass.
--
Jin lies on the futon in his small apartment. Kame lies on top of him, a lithe frame covering his. There’s a blanket over the two of them, something to keep them warm. The heating system has a habit of being a total bitch - or maybe it’s because he often accidentally forgets to pay his rent to his land lord in time without tens or reminders.
It’s cosy, though. Cosy as their noses brush against each other and foreheads press together. Jin feels soft thumping vibrations in his chest. He isn’t sure whose exactly, though.
Kame’s lips feel soft against his. They graze his and swell, they get slippery and so, so sweet.
“Merry Christmas, Jin,” Kame whispers in his ear and caresses his sweaty chest with his fingertips. Jin pulls him just a bit closer and buries his face in the younger man’s neck. He inhales the musky scent and focuses on the feeling of skin against skin.
“Not yet,” Jin mumbles back, voice hoarse and eyelids shut. “Later.”
It’s too early to claim a heart yet. Not with the unsteady ground.
--
It never snows in Los Angeles, he has been told. And it really doesn’t.
His phone has been beeping with tons of Christmas wishes from around Asia and US both. He only watches the lights and can’t help but feel bothered by the loss of snow.
The electric jingle and pull isn’t around. There isn’t another pole of the magnet to pull him in, make him lose sense of his thoughts. The pull doesn’t work with a long distance.
Kame’s heartbeat is stabile and cool in the air. He can still sense it.
--
“I promise to be here. Always,” Jin whispers in his ear and holds his hips gently as he sits on the kitchen counter, wearing his boxers, shirt and a warm robe. One of his slippers falls from his foot and hits the floor with a soft sound. His cold fingers wrap around his nape and Jin can feel the soft puffs of his breath on his face.
Legs lazily wrap themselves around his hips. He lets his eyes slid shut. It’s comfortable.
“Will you keep it?” Kame asks with a soft and barely audible voice that almost feels like it strokes his own throat pleasantly. Jin nods and nibs at his chin, feeling a tremble of anticipation running through him.
Kame’s smile is brighter than a million watts, no matter how small it is on his lips when he has that tired look in his eyes.
“Seal it,” he urges. Jin catches his lips with a purr and Kame chuckles to the kiss, his own lips moving along.
--
Kame stands on his balcony and smokes. Jin sits inside by the door to avoid drawing any kind of attention to himself in case a paparazzi or something decides to show up. He listens to Kame’s heavy heaves and feels silence swelling around them like it’d be infected with something at least relatively nasty.
“You skipped last time,” Kame notes with an uncaring voice. It spills buckets of cold water in Jin’s stomach and makes him squirm where he sits. It feels uncomfortable.
Even if it isn’t snowing from the sky, Kame’s snowing on his own behalf. No matter the smiles and warmth the young man carries around with him, there’s the mark he left on him that refuses to leave. Refuses to leave him alone.
“I’m sorry,” Jin whispers. “Didn’t know you wanted me around.” Fights resulted in things like that. Maybe he should’ve just known better.
Kame walks back inside and shivers in his winter coat, eyes not directed at him as he passes him. Jin only manages to stare at his form as he’s being ignored like something unpleasant, something unwanted.
“I want to settle down,” Jin tries to break the silence. “We’re just… not given the chance.”
Kame knows they aren’t. That’s why he has that grave look in his eyes, that’s why they’re unable to fix the distance between them. It’s why they keep repeating mistakes they should’ve already learned from.
“Settle down on Christmas Eves at least, then,” Kame whispers, his back facing him. Jin stands up and walks over, turning the man around for a gentle peck on the lips.
“I’m here now,” he tells the man, foreheads pressing together. Kame’s arms wrap way too easily around him and so do his, in a way that feels intimate, loving and right. It makes him bloom.
Kame smiles. Their heartbeats race.
Jin lifts him up from the ground and spins him around. He has the arm muscles to succeed.
--
The bed is warm and the sheets are rustled. Faint sounds of wet lips caressing skin are the only things breaking the silence if the occasional huffs don’t count. Jin buries his face in Kame’s neck and holds his hips in place. Kame’s fingers yank on his hair, keeping him forcefully close.
Jin moves up to catch Kame’s lips in a gentle but deep kiss. He closes his eyes and feels the irregular and odd beats of their hearts against their chests as he moves, he feels the pulsating blood rushing through his body. Maybe it’s the cause of heat.
Kame’s fingers play with a mistletoe they have managed to attach to the ceiling with a long string. It keeps making Jin’s back itch which results in him complaining, but still he refuses to move it - it’s his present for Kame, he claims. Sometimes Kame isn’t able to do anything else but accept Jin’s odd stupidity and whims. It’s a declaration of something, he knows, and if Jin insists on it, it’s better to keep one’s mouth shut.
Jin’s body is close, moving on its own accord. He keeps his face close and their lips often brushing when it becomes too difficult to actually kiss anymore.
Jin’s the intimate type, the one who enjoys having his lips attached practically anywhere on his partner’s body at any given time. Kame mostly gets distracted with things, acknowledges the surroundings and everything but has difficulties remembering to return the favours unless Jin manages to lull him deep enough in the bliss. It’s still working, though.
They claim each other’s lips under the mistletoe and keep the sheets rustling. Christmases are for lovers after all.
Author: prologuesized
Pairing: Akame
Rating: R
Genre: Romance, perhaps slight angst?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story.
Summary: Some shared (and not shared) Christmases and two fools with their hearts claimed.
Author Note: Um, I don't know, some snippets of this and that? I started writing it when I was bored. Yes, I do that. Yes, they seem to miss a point when I do that. But it's some Christmas sweetness for fellow Akame fans so consider this a Christmas present. Merry Christmas!
Wordcount: 1,200
Christmas Mournings
Two young boys stand at the top of a building and draw cold air in their lungs, hand in hand. A sharp winter breeze steals the warmth from their skin, nevermind the thick jackets, scarves and mittens. One even has a beanie on his head, warming his ears. One goes without.
There’s a thin layer of snow on the rooftop. The traces of their footsteps have been left behind as they stand at the edge, eyes staring into each other. Not a word leaves their lips.
One foot steps forward. Snow makes a prickling sound under his shoe and the sound of heartbeats becomes more erratic.
Jin strokes Kame’s hair behind his ears clumsily due to the mitten in his hand. Snow dances behind him, dances too fast as the wind carries it along. Kame smiles a bit, eyes never faltering.
Bowing down for a kiss feels too pleasant to pass.
--
Jin lies on the futon in his small apartment. Kame lies on top of him, a lithe frame covering his. There’s a blanket over the two of them, something to keep them warm. The heating system has a habit of being a total bitch - or maybe it’s because he often accidentally forgets to pay his rent to his land lord in time without tens or reminders.
It’s cosy, though. Cosy as their noses brush against each other and foreheads press together. Jin feels soft thumping vibrations in his chest. He isn’t sure whose exactly, though.
Kame’s lips feel soft against his. They graze his and swell, they get slippery and so, so sweet.
“Merry Christmas, Jin,” Kame whispers in his ear and caresses his sweaty chest with his fingertips. Jin pulls him just a bit closer and buries his face in the younger man’s neck. He inhales the musky scent and focuses on the feeling of skin against skin.
“Not yet,” Jin mumbles back, voice hoarse and eyelids shut. “Later.”
It’s too early to claim a heart yet. Not with the unsteady ground.
--
It never snows in Los Angeles, he has been told. And it really doesn’t.
His phone has been beeping with tons of Christmas wishes from around Asia and US both. He only watches the lights and can’t help but feel bothered by the loss of snow.
The electric jingle and pull isn’t around. There isn’t another pole of the magnet to pull him in, make him lose sense of his thoughts. The pull doesn’t work with a long distance.
Kame’s heartbeat is stabile and cool in the air. He can still sense it.
--
“I promise to be here. Always,” Jin whispers in his ear and holds his hips gently as he sits on the kitchen counter, wearing his boxers, shirt and a warm robe. One of his slippers falls from his foot and hits the floor with a soft sound. His cold fingers wrap around his nape and Jin can feel the soft puffs of his breath on his face.
Legs lazily wrap themselves around his hips. He lets his eyes slid shut. It’s comfortable.
“Will you keep it?” Kame asks with a soft and barely audible voice that almost feels like it strokes his own throat pleasantly. Jin nods and nibs at his chin, feeling a tremble of anticipation running through him.
Kame’s smile is brighter than a million watts, no matter how small it is on his lips when he has that tired look in his eyes.
“Seal it,” he urges. Jin catches his lips with a purr and Kame chuckles to the kiss, his own lips moving along.
--
Kame stands on his balcony and smokes. Jin sits inside by the door to avoid drawing any kind of attention to himself in case a paparazzi or something decides to show up. He listens to Kame’s heavy heaves and feels silence swelling around them like it’d be infected with something at least relatively nasty.
“You skipped last time,” Kame notes with an uncaring voice. It spills buckets of cold water in Jin’s stomach and makes him squirm where he sits. It feels uncomfortable.
Even if it isn’t snowing from the sky, Kame’s snowing on his own behalf. No matter the smiles and warmth the young man carries around with him, there’s the mark he left on him that refuses to leave. Refuses to leave him alone.
“I’m sorry,” Jin whispers. “Didn’t know you wanted me around.” Fights resulted in things like that. Maybe he should’ve just known better.
Kame walks back inside and shivers in his winter coat, eyes not directed at him as he passes him. Jin only manages to stare at his form as he’s being ignored like something unpleasant, something unwanted.
“I want to settle down,” Jin tries to break the silence. “We’re just… not given the chance.”
Kame knows they aren’t. That’s why he has that grave look in his eyes, that’s why they’re unable to fix the distance between them. It’s why they keep repeating mistakes they should’ve already learned from.
“Settle down on Christmas Eves at least, then,” Kame whispers, his back facing him. Jin stands up and walks over, turning the man around for a gentle peck on the lips.
“I’m here now,” he tells the man, foreheads pressing together. Kame’s arms wrap way too easily around him and so do his, in a way that feels intimate, loving and right. It makes him bloom.
Kame smiles. Their heartbeats race.
Jin lifts him up from the ground and spins him around. He has the arm muscles to succeed.
--
The bed is warm and the sheets are rustled. Faint sounds of wet lips caressing skin are the only things breaking the silence if the occasional huffs don’t count. Jin buries his face in Kame’s neck and holds his hips in place. Kame’s fingers yank on his hair, keeping him forcefully close.
Jin moves up to catch Kame’s lips in a gentle but deep kiss. He closes his eyes and feels the irregular and odd beats of their hearts against their chests as he moves, he feels the pulsating blood rushing through his body. Maybe it’s the cause of heat.
Kame’s fingers play with a mistletoe they have managed to attach to the ceiling with a long string. It keeps making Jin’s back itch which results in him complaining, but still he refuses to move it - it’s his present for Kame, he claims. Sometimes Kame isn’t able to do anything else but accept Jin’s odd stupidity and whims. It’s a declaration of something, he knows, and if Jin insists on it, it’s better to keep one’s mouth shut.
Jin’s body is close, moving on its own accord. He keeps his face close and their lips often brushing when it becomes too difficult to actually kiss anymore.
Jin’s the intimate type, the one who enjoys having his lips attached practically anywhere on his partner’s body at any given time. Kame mostly gets distracted with things, acknowledges the surroundings and everything but has difficulties remembering to return the favours unless Jin manages to lull him deep enough in the bliss. It’s still working, though.
They claim each other’s lips under the mistletoe and keep the sheets rustling. Christmases are for lovers after all.