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Future Effects
Twenty Years brings many changes...
A story collaboration between Angel Hunt and Streifen
Twightlight
[Book 02 : 06]
Reaching over to his side, he frowns slightly when he finds the bed empty. Zeph always gets up before him so he really shouldn’t be surprised that he’s not there, but seriously, even with the ongoing noise, he thinks his boyfriend is just a little insane to want to get out of bed so early on any morning, let alone this one. Now that he’s awake though, he should probably wander out and find himself something to eat… Yamashita-san has most likely already been making stuff for everyone and at the moment, just about anything is sounding good. A soft sigh slips free of full lips and he slowly sits himself up, wincing in the slightest from the healing cracked and burnt skin that rests beneath neat bandages riddling both his arms. Jun’s gaze slides over to his arm and he shakes his head slightly before twisting his body to the side with the intention of getting out of the bed only to stop short when the cold air drafting through the area hits his bare feet. Pulling his legs back against the mattress without shifting his entire body with them, the pink and white haired man falls back against the bedding and stares up at the ceiling above. So he’ll get up and find food later… it wasn’t like he’d starve if he didn’t eat immediately anyway.
Dawn tinted eyes shift away from the ceiling the moment the door to their room slides open and the Angel pushes himself up onto his elbows with a smile, meeting his boyfriend’s gaze as he steps past the threshold and slides the wood slatted paper closed behind him. The smile fades quickly as he notices the shadowed look pasted on pale features and a questioning one of his own slides across his. “Hey…” Jun says as he rises completely up and stands, crossing the room to meet the man that remains by the door before him. “…bad news from the contacts or something?”
Without word, Zephyr takes a step forward, leaning down to set his forehead on the pink and white haired man’s shoulder with a quiet sigh. Long arms travel up without hesitation to wrap around the Selestarri’s slender form, simply holding the one he loves for a few minutes in silence while he attempts to console whatever it is that the Dark needs consoling. Tilting his head down, the Angel’s lips touch at what neck is exposed through strands of white gold to leave the barest traces of a kiss on his skin before he tilts his head to the side and sets his cheek against a blonde crown, rubbing the other man’s back gently as he speaks. “You’ve never not talked to me before, Zeph… don’t start doing it now okay?”
Zephyr: Jun’s arms holding him tight and the soothing motion of his hands brings a comfort to the Selestarri that he desperately needs at the moment. Despite the warmth of the house he still feels cold and numb both from the weather and from the conversation with his brother. Sashi’s words had hurt, even though he knows the older Dark is just being defensive. Still, the overwhelming feeling of failure sits like a giant hole in his chest, eating away at everything he’s tried to do over the years.
Life has never been easy for the telepath and Zeph had sensed that from the first day they’d met in the gardens of the Central Towers more than thirty years ago. The loneliness had been so clear in his every word and movement, in the sarcastic and disaffected facades he put up to keep others away and to prevent himself from being hurt. Sashi’s reputation preceded him, the stories about his uncontrollable magic and his partnership to the Oracle’s golden child whispered by the adults at the Eastern Tower. So when the blonde had chanced upon the injured older teenager, he’d found himself curious more than anything else. One look into gray eyes, at the pain that had nothing to do with his broken wing, and he knew that he couldn’t just walk away. He had plenty of friends in the Tower at home, so it wasn’t like he necessarily needed to make a new one, but he just felt compelled to do…something. To help, to ease the suffering, to disprove the stories, he didn’t know, there was just an unrelenting urge to befriend the other Selestarri. His efforts were immediately rebuffed, of course, but he stubbornly refused to give in and eventually Sashi relented either from frustration or hoping that Zeph would get tired of him and eventually wander off. Little did he know that it wasn’t how the blonde conducted his friendships.
All of that had been before he’d discovered the truth about their shared blood, before Sashi was exiled or Zephyr met Grey and left the Eyrie, before they both turned Dark and he’d spent fifteen months in a coma. Back then, his brother wasn’t almost literally dying of a broken heart, ripping himself open again and again with unrequited love, nor was he a Warden and forever connected to Eviternity. These past few years had been peaceful, though, and he thought… well, he thought wrong…. “I didn’t see how bad it was,” the Dark whispers against his boyfriend’s shoulder, “the loneliness. I always knew it was there, that’s why I tried to stay so close with the frequent visits, emails, and phone calls. He needs to be near people, which is so ironic since he has such trouble dealing with them.” Zeph’s voice is strained, his throat suddenly thick and achingly sore. “I thought he was doing better, finally finding some peace and working through the issues he’s always carried around.”
Gentle hands continue to rub at his back as Jun listens without interruption, the two of them standing in a rectangular patch of sun from the overhead skylights. “The night we arrived and I talked with him in the kitchen, he said it wasn’t enough. The calls, the visits, they aren’t easing the loneliness anymore.” It seems that only Lan is doing that for his brother now, and the thought does not sit well at all with the blonde Selestarri. “Just now I saw him at the hot spring and he asked if I wasn’t concerned about his happiness…” Pain flashes briefly across pale features still tucked against the Angel’s shoulder. Saying it out load makes the accusation strike even deeper, the thought that someone he cares so much for could truly think that of him…
“Everything I’ve done, those I defended him against, the attention I’ve steered away from him through my contacts, our trips out here, pressing him to get out and meet other people, has made none of the progress that I’d believed it had.” Maybe it had just made it worse; maybe if he’d backed off Sashi would have eventually straightened his life out on his own. “I thought he understood that happiness is all I’ve ever wanted for him. From the first day we met I made it a priority to see him free of the hurt and healed from the pain that was always so clear in his eyes.” Midnight blue eyes open to stare into the weave of Jun’s shirt and he sighs. “I want him to enjoy the everyday things that the rest of us do, to not be so locked away and held back by what’s happened to him over the years. I tried so hard to make things better, to work toward helping him find peace and happiness, I promised him, but…” The Selestarri’s voice drops so low that it’s almost inaudible, and he leans into the strength of the one he loves.
“In the end, I’ve failed…”
Jun: shaking his head, the pink and white haired Angel hugs the other man a little tighter before slipping his hands away and pulling back in the slightest. Tapered fingers slide beneath Zephyr’s chin to lift his head up, mid length white locks spilling off a narrow shoulder as his head tilts to meet the deep blue gaze before him. “Hey, that’s total bull… you didn’t fail anyone, least of all your brother, so I don’t want to hear you saying stuff like that anymore, okay?”
Sliding his fingers along the other man’s jaw line, Jun trails them into strands of white gold and gently brushes them away from Zephyr’s cheek to tuck them behind his ear. “I know that there’s no possible way he couldn’t see how hard you’ve been working all these years for him and that there’s no way he wouldn’t know the reasons you’ve been doing it all…“ the Angel pulls his hand away and slips it down, dawn colored eyes following the movement as his fingers intertwine with the Selestarri’s soon after. “But you also have to understand that there’s just some things that you won’t be able to touch no matter how hard you try and I think that this is one of them.” His pink gaze rises back up to meet midnight and he tightens his grip on Zephyr’s hand to gently squeeze. “No matter what you do to keep him company or how much you try to keep him distracted from that loneliness he has… you’re his brother, Zeph, and when it comes down to it, there’s some things that you won’t be able to do for him just because of that.”
Reaching up with his free hand, the Angel pushes his bangs away from his eyes with a sigh. “You love him and he loves you… but it’s platonic, the type of love that can only go so far. I’ve said already that I’ve always thought your brother was kinda like Megumi in a way because there’s something missing inside of him, something he needs real bad. He’s lonely on a level that goes way beyond what any of us could do anything about. It’s a loneliness that you simply can’t touch… But him being lonely like that doesn’t mean that you’ve failed in any way, Zeph, it just means it’s a loneliness that no one would be able to touch platonically, no matter who they are. Everyone at some point needs more than friendship in their lives… more than just visits and calls and regular company, more than the love of a brother or the love of a friend and when he said what you’ve been doing wasn’t enough anymore, I doubt he meant that you haven’t been working hard enough or that he wants you to stop trying. He probably only meant that it’s one of those things that you just can’t fix, you know?” the Dark’s gaze drops down and Jun squeezes his hand again, pulling his attention right back up as he continues. “He wants to be with someone… like how you and me are maybe and that’s just not something you can help him with - it’s not something you’d ever have been able to help him with no matter how much you might want to. You can push and push for him to go out and meet people or be social but unless he finds the right person, unless they click, all that pushing isn’t going to do any good whatsoever and you know it. Love like that isn’t something you can force onto people; it’s not something that can be forced at all. It just happens when two people are right for each other and until it does, until the right combo comes along, there’s always going to be that part of him that you, or me, or Aki, or his housekeeper or anyone else in the world just won’t be able to help him with… that’s not failure Zeph, it’s just one of those things that you, personally, can’t fix…”
Zephyr: Silence falls between them when his boyfriend’s words trail off and after a moment soft lips touch at his hair and Jun gently draws him toward the bed. Curled on the covers and held in the arms of the Angel, Zephyr sighs as his fingertips trace absently over the bandaged length of pale forearms. The pink and white haired man is right about all of it. Sashi can be difficult and stubborn as hell at times, but even if he can’t express it, the blonde knows that his brother is appreciative of all that he does. There may be no way to fix what is broken inside the telepath, but he has tried time and again over the years. Jun is probably also right about Sashi needing more then just platonic love, but it doesn’t do much to ease the hollowness that sits in the center of his chest or the sense of failure that’s coursing deep inside. “I know that I can’t tell him who to fall in love with or who not to fall in love with, it’s just…” the Dark shakes his head and midnight eyes slip closed.
Now there’s… this. “I saw Lan out near the shrine when I went to check in with my contact, and I asked him why he deserves to stay here. He said that Sashi is his light, that he has no expectations of him, and that he only wants to be near him and to someday gain his heart. He… wasn’t lying.” It would have immediately obvious to his telepathic senses, which meant that either the Bright was a liar of extraordinary talent or he really does care for the other Dark. Zeph’s not sure which one he’d rather believe. “I thought I would be so excited the day that my brother found someone to love who cares for him in return, I thought it would mean that he’d finally get to experience the same things that the rest of us do when we’re with someone special. There was so much damage done to him by the Bright and the Seeker and then the heartbreak he suffered over Aki that I think you’re right, it just messed with things deep inside.” There’s so much his brother has never experienced: waking up next to a person he loves, holding their hand while walking down the street, sharing fears and dreams and hopes, knowing that no matter what happens there is someone who will love him no matter what. It’s something everyone should have in their lives, to know that to at least one other person in the world, you are accepted and desired, cherished and seen as amazing. It seems like such a small thing, but for people like the older Selestarri it’s more difficult than flying to the moon or learning to breathe water. Slender fingers thread into strands of white gold, smoothing gently as Jun hugs him just a little tighter.
“I know that I can’t dictate who he loves and I should be happy for him. I know this, and to be honest, for the first time since I’ve known him, there is no loneliness in his eyes, but why this Bright out of all the people in the world? What’s so amazing about a person who just shows up on your doorstep out of nowhere? Why choose someone who’s so broken that he can’t even control himself? Lan is unstable and when he explodes it will be Sashi who takes the brunt of it. I don’t think I can bear to watch him get hurt again like that, Jun, I just can’t.” That sounds so selfish, but the telepath has already been through enough. To see him go through the kind of unrequited love he had with Aki would just be too difficult. Sashi deserves love, maybe more than anyone he knows, but at what price?
The Selestarri frowns and twists around to look deep into dawn-tinted eyes. “My opinion matters little, but I don’t like him. I can’t throw him out of a house that isn’t mine and I have no right to demand that my brother does so, but it just seems easy for things to go wrong. How do I just stand aside though, when I’m the only one who’s always looked out for him?” The blonde drops his head down and tucks it beneath Jun’s chin. “Before now I was the only one who never failed him, never betrayed him, so what do I do when everything inside is screaming at me to stop this?”
Jun: the pink and white haired man hugs the Dark a little tighter; his voice kept quiet and low as he speaks. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this and I know the guy’s been nothing but red flags since we came but… I think you’re going to have to just step back and let Sashi go with what he wants right now.” The Angel slides his chin down and touches his lips to a crown of white gold momentarily before slipping his head back to the previous position, a thoughtful tint soon tainting his tone. “You said that Lan told you all that stuff about Sashi being his light and everything, and that he wasn’t lying when he said it… well maybe… I dunno, maybe he really isn’t Zeph. Maybe this is the one…”
Jun can feel the blonde stiffen in the slightest at his words but he continues anyway. “Look, I know the guy came at us out of nowhere but try to take a step back for a second and understand his side of it. You know how my people are, you know what they’ve done to me and what they’re capable of doing in general… sure, there’s some out there that aren’t like the entirety of them… some that manage to break free and think outside of the box but they’re very rare and pretty hard to find. Even harder to find alive considering how the Council deals with us when we go against them and how they work to keep us under control. And honestly, if you and me were out somewhere and another of my kind came at us out of nowhere, you know full well that I wouldn’t stop to ask questions on whether or not that one might be different, I wouldn’t even take the chance because I know that it only takes one of them to mess everything up.” It only takes one to tip off an Enforcer faction and once they come, you’re as good as dead unless they’ve decided to use you as an example to the rest. Even then, it’s only a matter of time- your death already set to be calculated, very cruel and horrifically slow… usually only after they’ve made you watch them destroy everything you truly care about just to teach you whatever lesson they feel you need to be taught before you die.
“Knowing what I do about how my people work and how they think as a whole, I’d automatically assume that they were there to do what they seem to do best. I love you too much to lose you like that and I’d do anything to protect you from them, anything at all in order to keep you safe. I would never once stop to question whether or not the one coming at us was safe or not, I’d just act. Because if I didn’t, if I took the chance and it all went wrong, I’d deserve to be busted up for allowing them to get to you when I knew full well from the start how wrong it could have gone. I sorta think maybe that’s what Lan was thinking when we teleported in you know? Because if he really does care about your brother like you say, then maybe he was just doing what I would have done – acting without taking a chance. Sashi said that my kind had tortured him for nearly twenty years… which is just… insane. Twenty years is a long time to have to deal with any of that shit, even to people like us. I know how much it can mess you up inside… look at how screwed up I was after I broke the seal and everything that they’d done to me came back...” He knows first hand how even a minute of what they do can seem to stretch on forever and how the pain can drive you insane. He’d only dealt with it for days before his trial and it’d nearly broken him so he can’t even imagine how that Bright managed to withstand it for years.
“But it doesn’t mean he’ll be messed up forever ‘cause if Sashi cares for him like you think then he’ll be able to help him through it just like you did with me all those years ago. I know it’s going to be hard to chill because you’ve always been there for your brother in the past, but I think you kind of need to because if that guy is who your brother has chosen this time around, then fighting against him is eventually only going to negate all that stuff you’ve been doing for him all these years in Sashi’s eyes, especially if the guy actually does care for him in return.”
Jun sighs and shifts his head down to touch his lips to the blonde’s crown once more, his words slightly muffled as he speaks directly into his hair. “Mostly I’m just saying that maybe, just maybe, and for the first time ever – things might actually work out for Sashi and the only thing you can really do right now is keep an eye on both him and Lan and wait and see.”
Zephyr: Midnight colored eyes open to gaze down at the bandaged arms that hold him and he idly begins to trace the lines of the cloth wrappings again. He can feel the warmth of Jun’s breath in his hair as the Angel speaks and he gives a small nod when the other man finishes. “You’re right,” he replies, voice muffled by the one he’s pressed against. “I know there’s nothing I can really do except for watch them, which I have every intention of. I just… wish he’d chosen differently.” White gold hair falls into the Dark’s eyes as he slides his head back to catch deep pink eyes. “It’s not my choice, I know, and it might not even be Sashi’s since sometimes we don’t really get a say because it just happens.” He flashes his boyfriend a soft smile. “Kind of how it did with you and me.” He certainly hadn’t set out to fall in love with Jun when they first met, hell, he’d only been looking for a fun night out. They’d spent the night together, something he’d done with so many others and something which, up until then had meant little to him. The Angel had changed all of that, grabbing his attention so thoroughly that he’d quickly found himself uninterested in anyone else at all, even casually. His thoughts had shifted before he’d even been aware and after a while he couldn’t deny what he was feeling.
Is that what had happened with his brother? It didn’t seem as though Sashi knew that he’d fallen for Lan yet, but it’s so clearly written on him that anyone could see it. More than likely the older Selestarri’s inexperience is a factor if he hasn’t figured it out, but Zeph isn’t about to be the one to break the news to him. Gentle fingers brush the blonde strands from his eyes, pulling the Dark out of his thoughts, and he lightly squeezes Jun’s arm. “There’s nothing I can do, but I would have rather he’d found someone less damaged. Torture like that and for that long, would really fuck someone up inside, and even though I was able to help you after the seal broke, I don’t know if it’ll be the same for Sashi. I had some problems and issues with what had happened to me before I met you, but those are so minor compared to my brother. He’s struggled for so long and it’s almost beaten him so many times that I think I’ve lost count. For the most part he’s pulled it back together, but can he really deal with someone like Lan? Someone so freshly broken?”
Zephyr lets out a long sigh and leans forward to find the softness of his boyfriend’s lips, seeking a comfort that only Jun can bring. Tiny flares of heat spark deep inside, matching the warmth he feels while wrapped tight in the circle of the Angel’s arms. “Sorry, I’m asking you questions that you can’t answer any more then I can.” Midnight eyes slide over to the scattering of their personal items on the tatami mat floor. “I wish I could be optimistic about it. I want more than anything else for Sashi to find a person that will make him happy and who will love him, I just don’t see how Lan can do that for him when he has so many other things to deal with.” The Selestarri pulls his gaze back and a smile forms on his lips at the look in dawn-colored depths. “I know, I know, I’ll have to wait and see.” His bandaged hand trails from Jun’s arm to his back, hugging the slender frame close. “Thank you,” he whispers into the ear of the person he loves more than anyone else in the world. “For listening and for knowing what to say…”
Long minutes pass as they lay in silence in the shadowed room, holding each other tight. Zeph still has so many misgivings, so many worries about what will happen, but there’s comfort in Jun’s words and he wraps himself around them just as close as he’s wrapped around the other man. It dulls the edges of his fears and he hopes that his boyfriend is right about everything. Jun has always had a way of looking at things that the blonde has never quite been able to master himself, an ability to look into a situation without the use of telepathy that Zephyr has always appreciated. It’s just another of the things that makes the Angel so special to him, amidst so many other reasons. Without pulling his face away from its place against Jun’s shoulder, the Dark finally breaks the quiet. “I think maybe we should go home tomorrow. It’s not like our being here is doing anyone any good.” His lips find the pink and white haired man’s throat and nuzzle against the softness. “I also kind of want to go snowboarding this afternoon,” Zeph’s voice takes on a slightly playful tone, “but it’s possible that I can be convinced to stay here with you and make pancakes… with lots of syrup…”
Jun: full lips find the softness of his throat and those all too familiar sparks of heat begin to spiral out beneath his skin as the Dark nuzzles against him, a smile forming on his own mouth when playful words are spoken directly in. “I am pretty hungry.” The pink and white haired Angel says quietly moments before he pushes against the other man with all of his weight to knock him back towards the soft bed beneath them. A long, fabric covered leg swings over the Selestarri’s slender frame, Jun quickly crawling on top of the now prone figure and straddling his body soon after. Mid length white locks spill over narrow shoulders as his hands come to rest on both sides of his boyfriend’s head and he leans down to bring full lips so very close to the Dark’s.
Early dawn colored eyes lock with midnight blue, an equally playful tint marking his own tone as he speaks right into the other man’s mouth. “…So hungry that I’m going to need more than just one plateful of pancakes I think…” a coy little smile forms, the Angel’s voice dropping to a teasing whisper as he shifts his body back only in the slightest to pull a quiet gasp from the one beneath him when hips grind during the movement. “With lots and lots of syrup to cover them all…” the Dark’s hands quickly find the pink and white haired man’s legs, slipping beneath the wide cuffs of loose pants to trail along smooth skin as he lifts his head up in an attempt to close the small gap between them and complete a kiss the other man quickly pulls away from. Leaning back in, Jun brings his mouth in close once more before the action is repeated all over again.
The Angel’s pink gaze lights up as Zephyr finally sinks back down, this time allowing his mouth to graze the other man’s softly as he continues. “I’m so hungry that I doubt I can keep myself from making a mess…” slipping his tongue out, he tilts his head to run the very tip across the line of the blonde’s lips before leaning in to dip momentarily into the wet heat of the one he loves. “I’ll probably get syrup on every part of me so I think you’ll have to lick all of it off in order to truly get me clean.” Pulling away only a little, Jun slides back and trails his mouth down the long line of the Selestarri’s neck, speaking directly against heated skin as he carefully begins tracing each line and contour as he goes. “You’ll have to make sure you cover Every. Single. Inch.” Smiling into his boyfriend’s neck when the grip on his legs tighten as the words leave him, he shifts himself up enough to pull his hands away from the bed and slip them down, wrapping tapered fingers around the other man’s wrists and yanking them free of his body.
Within moments he’s pulled himself completely away, bare feet meeting cold hardwood to stand over the Dark and stare down into gold spotted blue eyes with a light smirk painted on his pale features. “But then again, maybe I should just let you go out…” turning away, Jun threads his fingers into messed strands of white and rakes them back over his shoulders as an amused laugh leaves his mouth. He was totally fucking with Zeph and they both knew it – just another one of those little games they liked to indulge in from time to time and he’s loving every moment of it. In all honesty though, he is hoping it will be enough to get his boyfriend’s mind off of what was going on with his brother and that Bright for a while because he hates to see Zeph beating himself up over things he really can’t do anything about... “You might not get another chance for a while to get your ass up on that mountain and I’d feel kinda bad for keeping you from it. Besides, I sort of need to eat some real food.”
Glancing over his shoulder to flash the Selestarri a sly grin, the pink and white haired Angel turns back towards the door, barely having enough time to take a full step towards it before a harsh grip around his arm rips him swiftly back towards the bed. Dawn colored eyes clamp shut as he hits the mattress, reopening moments later to find the other man’s intense streaked gaze staring down and that sleek body he adores pinning him securely in place. “Okay… fuck real food. I’d rather have you anyway” Jun manages to whisper moments before their mouths crash together for a hard kiss that rapidly begins to deepen.
Zephyr: Blinking out of sight for less then the space of a full heartbeat, the Dark materializes next to his boyfriend, grasping a narrow wrist and spinning him back toward the bed. Deep pink eyes barely have time to open and whispered words are spoken almost into his mouth as he leans in to roughly claim the kiss that was denied to him before. Electricity sizzles down his spine to surge straight to his core, every little touch of their bodies igniting the familiar sensations. No one can set him off so quickly or with such little effort, the skill which Jun displays at exciting him perfected over the years. It had taken a while before the Angel had realized that he had that kind of power over the Selestarri, but once he had there was no end to the subtle ways in which he found to use it. All of which drove Zeph almost insane with desire and lust. He wouldn’t have it any other way, of course, the delicious manipulation just another of the many reasons why he loves this person so intensely.
Air swiftly becomes a necessity, the blonde tearing his mouth away while bandaged hands find the edge of the Angel’s long sleeved t-shirt and yank it up toward Jun’s collarbone. “Seeing you drenched in syrup would definitely wet my appetite.” Sharp teeth nip at the exposed ridge of bone before he slides downward, slowly dragging his tongue down the center of the other man’s torso. Jun arches as the Dark moves, a soft noise issuing from between full lips. “I always like my Angel hot and sticky.” Tapered fingers reach for strands of white gold, but Zephyr bats them away and continues his descent. “Although pancakes often lead to a desperate need to be licked clean.” Reaching the flat expanse of toned stomach, he nuzzles against the hollow of his boyfriend’s navel. Smooth metal slips under the Selestarri’s fingers, the buckle of Jun’s belt easily unfastening and dropping to the sides of his body. “So you’ll have to be good and sit still while I get every last drop.” He finds the snap and pulls it free, tracing along the familiar black lines tattooed into pale skin with the very tip of his tongue as he tugs the zipper down to reveal pink plaid underwear.
Blond hair falls into heavily streaked eyes when they lift to meet lust-tinged, dawn-colored depths, a wicked smile sliding over Zeph’s mouth at the seductive way that Jun bites down on his lower lip. God, he loves it when the Angel does that, it makes him look even more sexy and irris— The Dark’s thoughts are violently interrupted as a leg swings around and over to snag him by the shoulders, catching him off guard and sending him flying toward the mattress. Landing on his back, Jun’s weight settles squarely on his chest, long white locks draping over slender shoulders as his boyfriend grins down from above. Undeterred, the blonde rests his hands on slim hips for a moment and then lets them trail to the pink waistband set just below. “Of course, if you don’t behave,” he adds a scolding tone to the word, “and insist on your naughtiness then you’ll have to be punished, won’t you?” Zephyr delivers a stinging smack to Jun’s backside, drawing a sharp yelp from the Angel.
Laughing, the Selestarri pushes his knees against the other man’s back while he’s distracted, jolting him forward. Calling once more on his teleportation, the Dark disappears, just missing Jun’s hands coming down to break his fall. Zeph blinks into sight as the Angel rolls onto his back with fluid grace, pink and white hair tangled and a mock-angry scowl on his face. Running his fingers up the inside of Jun’s thighs, he lightly taps the tips against straining flesh and smiles. “Now where were we?” Zephyr leans down to just barely brush his lips against his boyfriend’s. “Right, pancakes.”
Jun: full lips part as the Dark’s mouth nearly grazes his, a soft gasp slipping free when fingertips tap so lightly against straining flesh before he can stop it. God damn, he never thought that he’d look at pancakes the way he is now, but they’ve suddenly kicked themselves up to an entirely different level and fuck if he wasn’t looking forward to having himself covered in some form of sticky mess that the other man will have to lick completely off of him by the time they are through. A wicked smile forms on the Angel’s mouth soon after and tapered fingers slip up beneath the sweater that covers his boyfriend’s form. Pulling his back free of the bed while nails begin to scrape lightly along every curve of toned muscle connected to that sleek body he adores, the pink and white haired man’s lips soon touch at Zephyr’s ear and he speaks directly in. “But… what if I’d actually rather have the punishment over platefuls of pancakes?” sinking back down momentarily, Jun drags his hands up and twists his fingers around to grip the hem of bunched fabric in order to tug it over the Dark’s head.
Rising back up as he tosses the sweater behind them, the other man’s fingers quickly find the curves of his body once again while his own return to the blonde’s slender frame as he begins another slow decent towards the waistband of his pants, his mouth returning the curve of the Dark’s ear. “What if I just keep misbehaving so badly that you have no other choice but to spank me… hard, over and over and over?” Tilting his head just when the snap slips free of thick jeans, warm breath washes over heated skin as full lips begin to trace down the long line of Zephyr’s neck to rip the softest of moans from him when sharp teeth sink playfully into soft flesh. The Angel pulls his mouth away only a little and smiles into the other man’s skin as two sets of impatient fingers begin to work quickly at tugging what barriers still manage to separate them, free.
He loves knowing that what he says has this type of impact on his boyfriend’s overall state, and it’s hard to describe just how much it turns him on in return because Christ, does it ever. But then again, pretty much everything about the Dark turns him on and always has… so much so that while he’s a little wrapped up in his thoughts and continued effort of tasting, touching and feeling the one above him that he barely notices as Zephyr slips the belt completely free of the pants so recently slid off his form. A sudden, shifting movement the person he loves makes just as jeans are kicked away from long legs pulls him back however, narrow hips gripped harshly and his body flipped over soon after. He blinks in confusion for a moment as early dawn colored eyes travel up through long strands of partially tangled pink to find lightly bandaged arms stretched up and his wrists secured to the headboard of their bed by the very same belt that had been keeping his pants tied to his hips only a few minutes before.
Jun quickly peers back over his shoulder to meet rather pleased and very predatory gold as the Selestarri positions himself directly behind and he frowns. “Okay, that…was so not fair.” He manages to whisper seconds before an extremely hard stinging slap to his backside sends him arching harshly and rips a loud cry from his throat.
Zephyr: A sly smile slips over the Dark’s mouth as Jun strains against the improvised bonds, body arched and eyes clamped shut. The golden gaze travels down to admire the red mark that now mars pale skin with such contrasting starkness, the predatory feeling he so frequently has at times like this multiplied a thousand fold just by knowing that his “prey” is bound and helpless. Tapered fingers trace along the edges of the sensitive area, the smile widening when the Angel tenses up and twitches away. “Not fair? Didn’t you just say that you wanted to be punished?” Bending until his face touches Jun’s tailbone, Zeph begins to run his tongue very slowly up along the other man’s spine, pausing only long enough to sweep strands of white away when they block his path. Quiet whimpers and moans flood the air as he teases, his boyfriend’s body shaking by the time the Selestarri reaches the base of his neck. Nipping softly, he allows his hands to trail over ribcage and sides before settling at the Angel’s hips.
“You know better then to ask for punishment and then complain.” Zephyr’s voice retains the tone of teasing, although now an edge of lust can clearly be heard. Touching Jun like this, hearing and feeling his reactions to the attention, always turns him on so much. He’s never been able to get enough of him to satisfy and somehow, even after all these years and through all those that will come in the future, he knows he never will. Velvet soft skin glides beneath his lips as he moves upward to bite at the curve of the Angel’s ear. “You also know how much I love giving you what you want…” Drawing his right hand back, he delivers another sharp smack to Jun’s backside and wrings a loud, strained cry from the pink and white haired man’s throat. “…And what you deserve when you’re naughty.”
Barely allowing Jun time to recover, Zeph slaps him hard twice in a row, thoroughly enjoying the way his boyfriend reacts to each strike. He knows it’s winding the Angel up, making him hot as hell, and that despite his protests, he’s loving every minute of it all. “Besides, you’re the one who chose spanking as your punishment, so I get to decide how to administer it, and that is entirely fair.” Pulling away just a bit, the blonde shifts backward, tugging roughly at Jun’s hips so that he’s forced back as well, the other man dropping to his elbows for support when Zeph pulls him far enough from the headboard. Stretched out, he looks even more like captured prey and it fires the Dark’s blood so hot that he’s surprised it doesn’t burn him from the inside. Positioned between toned legs, he presses forward, his erection meeting sensitive flesh and drawing soft cries from them both. He repeats the motion, so close and yet so far, the rapidly escalating need in both men heightening every slight shift and graze.
Jun begins to keep pace, attempting to keep their bodies flush but falling short when Zeph pulls too far back. For his trouble he receives another spanking each time they separate, the pattern of marks on his backside rapidly growing, each one redder then the last. The Selestarri alternates between tracing the raised welts and making more of them, the grip on his control becoming more tenuous with each passing moment. He loves marking his boyfriend, loves leaving something behind so everyone can see that he has claimed this person and that there is no one in the world who loves him more. It’s a form of possessiveness that he can’t help but indulge in, a side of his Dark genetics that he was slow to embrace and even slower to realize that Jun wanted just as much. Now there’s rarely ever a time that the pink and white haired man doesn’t bear some kind of marking.
Muffled words flow between the moans, begging and desperate, the almost complete loss of everything obvious from the way Jun switches back and forth into Angelic, the lilting, melodic language somehow sounding even more beautiful when strained with desire. Pink bangs fall away from matching eyes for a moment and their gazes meet, dawn tinted depths flooded in lust so raw that it cracks something inside of Zephyr. Magic spills into the room and stifles the air, lighting up every nerve with an electrified heat and ripping a sharp gasp from the Selestarri’s throat. His body is screaming to touch, to taste, to be wrapped in the Angel, and he slides his arms around Jun’s waist, lifting until he’s on his hands rather than his elbows. Muscular legs are pushed even further apart as Zeph rubs up against his boyfriend, one arm locking them tightly together and the other bracing against the headboard. With a single fluid movement he enters, cries punctuating the air in unison and then repeating as he immediately withdraws to repeat the action, bodies slipping easily into a rhythm that will bring them to the edge that they each so hungrily desire…
Jun: Torture. Pure, unbridled, raw and incredibly amazing in its deliverance if he was hard pressed to accurately describe what he’s being forced to endure. Each second he’s denied the complete contact of the blonde haired Selestarri behind him, every second the Dark pulls his body away and issues another hard slap to his skin is nothing short of pure torture. Zephyr was so good at this, so good at getting him worked up the way he is now, so fucking good at turning his entire body into a fiery inferno of desire that he could so easily melt from. He’s never been able to get enough of these times, never been able to say how much he craves to be touched by the other man like this or to have him administer whatever ‘punishment’ he’s talked himself into at the time. He just loves the way the Dark feels when his hands are on his body, loves how he feels when he’s inside of him, loves the look in his eyes when he’s about to fuck him stupid - a look that belongs to him and him alone. There’s always so much passion reflected back at him in that shimmering gold gaze, so much love and so much desire – all of which he knows easily matches the look he has in his own eyes and he adores every single minute that they spend together like this just as he adores every moment they touch. Moments that the last twenty years or so haven’t been able to dull in the slightest; moments that no amount of years to come will ever be able to dull at all.
He knows he’ll pay for this later though, the welts riddling his backside already sore on his skin, but fuck if it won’t be more than worth it in the end. Unlike the healing burn marks riddling bandaged arms, these are marks he’ll gladly don. There’s no one else in the world he’d dream of allowing to touch him this way, no one else besides the blonde he’d even let try because there’s no one in the world he loves enough to share himself in the way he does. What he feels for Zeph has always surpassed anything he’s felt for anyone else in his entire life from the very first day they met, and he knows it’ll be that way until the day he dies.
He also knows he’s going to go crazy if this well thought out and very calculated torture doesn’t end sometime soon. He can’t think straight anymore, he can’t even keep to a single language as the minutes stretch on and the blonde continues to tease that toned body he craves with every fiber of his being, against him. He wants so badly for it to end, to be given what he so desperately needs yet all of his words - his pleading and begging and lust tainted words only seem to fuel his boyfriend’s desire to dish that sweet torture that he’s so good at, out. But as pink bangs fall away from his eyes when the Angel finally glances back, everything quickly changes; the crack in the walls keeping the Dark’s magic in check as audible as the gasp that tears free of his own throat. The softest of whimpers slips from in between full lips as Jun’s lifted up onto bound hands, the pink and white haired man crying out soon after when one arm wraps tight around his waist and another braces against the headboard he’s tied to just as straining flesh slides deep inside.
Slender hips take no time to match the hard, pounding rhythmic pace as the Angel seeks to pull his boyfriend in deeper with every new pass, each thrust into his body accompanied by gasping moans torn from both men’s throats. The thickness of the air makes it increasingly hard to breathe, the magic flowing around them serving to electrify every single nerve as two bodies move perfectly in tune. Whispered Angelic streams from Jun’s lips as he spirals farther down, strained words soon begging the other man to move faster, to hit harder and slide in so deep he’ll split in two before quickly shifting into desperate pleading to be given the release that is rapidly beginning to take him over.
The grip around the pink and white haired man’s slim waist suddenly tightens and a bone jarring snap of their frames sends him flying before he can stop it. Unintelligible words saturate the air and early dawn tinted eyes clamp shut, his head thrown back against the blonde’s shoulder and entire body shuddering uncontrollably as he falls with an intensity that swiftly drags the other man along with him.
Zephyr: Fire and magic stream hard over stung-out nerves, lighting him up like nothing else in the world can. Wracking shudders rock the one beneath him, Jun’s head slamming into his shoulder and pleading words spilling into the air, half completely nonsensical as the crash at the end of the fall overtakes the Angel. The tightening of the slender body he’s wrapped within is too much and the Dark loses what’s left of his grip, the last few thrusts short and brutal. White lightning explodes behind his eyes, a low moan torn from deep within with such force that it hurts his throat. Fingers dig hard against soft skin as he falls just behind Jun, the sweetness of release quickly shifting to a sensation that steals his breath when the magic pours out of him and scrapes him raw from the inside out.
Drained, he slumps against the Angel and together they fall to the mattress. Bound together by the remains of the energy, he listens to the perfectly synched beating of their hearts for long minutes until eventually their bodies calm and the harsh panting eases. Kissing the base of the neck that lies hidden beneath sweat damped strands of white, Zeph rolls to the side and reaches up to unfasten the belt that still tethers the other man to the headboard. Pulling each wrist to mouth, he gently presses his lips to reddened marks before gathering Jun in close against him. His hands slide down to hug him tight, but a gasp and the sharp intake of air pull him up short. A look of pain flashes over the Angel’s face and the Selestarri sits up enough to get a good look at the raised welts covering almost every inch of his backside. “Oh, shit…” He carefully touches the very edge of the faintest mark, withdrawing quickly as a quiet hiss of pain comes from his boyfriend.
“Jun, I’m so sorry,” he begins, but the pink and white haired man only pulls him down and cuddles close, the apology dismissed. Zeph hates knowing that he’s caused Jun any pain that lasts beyond the games they play with one another, because while he’ll threaten and punish playfully, he has no wish to truly do the Angel any harm. He’s lucky that Jun understands how fine a line there is for him between losing control and messing around, even if he does claim to actually like it all… Fading golden eyes slip closed and the Dark nestles his nose deep in long strands the color of pure snow, still concerned but content to lie in the patches of sunlight that are scattered on the bed from the skylights above, wrapped around the person who means more to him then anything in the world…
More… he knows the fire wants more of him. It was growing insistent, fighting against him as if what he gave already hadn’t nearly been enough. But he won’t let it take any more; he won’t feed it any longer because it belongs to him and not the other way around. It was his the moment they got it inside of him and he will force it into submission no matter how long it takes because he can’t allow it to continue ruling him the way it’s been since the day he’d broken free. One year ago -after he’d finally begun to pull himself back he’d made the decision to control it instead of being controlled by it, and it’d been a constant struggle since then. Now, more than ever he wants to master his own body and his own magic but the more he attempts to enforce that decision, the harder it seems to fight him.
Long scarred fingers reach out to steady himself on a nearby tree as his footing falters, the bark scorching beneath his fingertips when his hand touches. The white haired Selestarri closes his eyes and drops his head forward as he continues his efforts to quell what’s raging inside. The longer the moments stretch on though, and the more that he struggles with it, the hotter his body begins to feel. Reopening his eyes and lifting his head, Lan spends a minute staring through messy strands of white at the marks that riddle his pale skin and the black that taints the tree itself before he pushes himself free and turns around to move away from the clearing he’d almost reached minutes before. It seems like something is wrong inside and he can’t go back like this, he won’t be able to return until it stops. Unstable… this is what Zephyr had called him and at the moment, he knows it’s so very true. He doesn’t want to hurt Sashi and if he can’t get his body under control before returning, he just might do it. So he needs to go back to the shrine … try harder, take more time, anything and everything he can do to fix whatever is wrong inside in order to make it all stop so he won’t hurt the one that he’s promised never to hurt.
But despite his best efforts to keep himself moving, the Bright only makes it about ten feet back before the fire shifts inside of him again, streaming so hard and so fast that it knocks the wind right out of him. He gasps loudly, one hand flying up to his chest while the other reaches for the trunk of the nearest tree only to slip off a moment later. Lan’s shoulder hits it hard and he slides mercilessly down, doubling over the moment his knees hit the grass below as he desperately tries to catch his breath. He’s about call the telepath’s name… too much in distress to realize that for the second time in the last two days, it was Sashi that he wants to reach out for and not Halacie who had always been there before, but he stops the thought before it can completely leave his mind, the blonde haired Dark’s accusations of his own instability once again ringing throughout the haze now shifting inside of his head. Sliding further down and both hands clenched tight around the fabric of his kimono, white filmed eyes clamp quickly shut. He can’t breathe and no matter how many times he attempts to suck the air into his lungs, the lack of it swiftly begins to overtake him. Within moments, blackness spots his milky vision and the tall Selestarri soon finds that his limbs are far too heavy for him to even hold up. Lan’s body slumps against the tree as he finally passes out, both the bark and the bare grass beneath him scorching in spiny tendrils of black as he slips completely from consciousness