Author's Notes: Don't own them, never will. On that note, happy birthday Okhawa-sensei-sama!
A bit different from what I have been writing in this fandom. Instead of fluff or crack, we have angsty awkward sex.
Enjoy!
He hated this desert planet and its oppressive heat that tightened his muscles and made him remain inactive indoors for the few hours the suns were fiercest. As if he enjoyed lying sprawled out shirtless covered in sweat on his bed. And if the heat was not torturous enough, the crazy wizard just had to be in the room with him, sprawled casually on the other side of the bed with his traditional grin he wore when inventing new ways to annoy him. If he tried anything, Kurogane might just kill him. But the idiot would probably not be slowed by the heat, and then would laugh at "Kuro-tan" for being "sooo slooowww." He scowled hearing the annoying giggle drawn out in his heat-muddled brain.
Obviously the damn mage did not see the problem with two sources of body heat existing in the same room. Kurogane had several problems with it, not the least of which dealt with exactly who was providing the second source of heat. "Kuro-tan sure has a lot of scars." He growled when he felt the mage reach out and trace a scar on his shoulder. "Where did you get this one, Kuro-myu?"
"I don't remember." He closed his eyes and tried to block out the other man's presence which became much easier when he retracted his hand. He sighed and tried to think cooling thoughts: cold lakes, ice cream, snow covered mountains, the shiver that shot down his spine when light fingers danced along the palm of his hand…
The hell? His eyes snapped open, and he glared at the blonde lying next to him.
"What about this one?"
"None of your damn business!" He snatched his hand away and tried to ignore the sensations the man's feather-light teach had sent coursing through his body.
The mage, however, would not be deterred in whatever pursuit he had settled on that particular hour, and Kurogane had to grit his teeth when he traced the line of a scar on his side. The bastard was one flitting touch away from getting those fingers chopped off. "Well, then what about this one?" he asked, tracing the scar one way then retracing back to where he started, all the while wearing his usual goofy grin. Did the man stay up at night thinking up more ways he could purposively annoy him or something? Was that the reason he never slept?
"I'll answer you if you answer me one question," he responded, rolling onto his side to face the blonde and with the added bonus of effectively getting his fingers off of him. Fai simply smiled back at him all innocence and kittens. He placed his broad hand on the other man's thin, pale chest. "Where did you get this scar?"
Fai's smile faltered for an instant, but he quickly found the energy to put it back up. "Silly, Kuro-chan, I don't have a scar there."
"Bullshit." Removing his hand, he rolled over to his back. Damn the oppressive heat. It seemed to have gotten worse since the idiot had opened his mouth. If only he could use some type of ice or snow magic to cool the place down a bit. Damn, the heat was irritating, more so than the mage and white manjuu combined on some days. He could feel a bead of sweat slowly trickle down his neck. The air was still, stifling, and dry, only moving when the mage shifted his position. If only he would leave Kurogane to suffer the heat in peace. Maybe then his eyebrow wouldn't be twitching quite so constantly. Just the man's presence seemed to make the air twice as heavy. "Oi."
"Hm?" He felt the sheets rustle beneath him.
"Can't you do something about this heat?"
He remained silent, and Kurogane admitted to the possibility that maybe the skinny guy was suffering from the heat as much as he was. He stared at the ceiling. Something black crawled across it and than became two. He blinked and the ceiling swayed above him. Shit, and now he was hallucinating. No wonder the townspeople had suggested they rest indoors during the middle of the day. How could people live with this sort of heat every day of their lives? Closing his eyes seemed better.
He heard the sheets rustle beside him and wondered what the damn mage was up to now, hoping it would possibly be retreating to his own room. A cold shower would be nice, but unfortunately water was a precious commodity on this planet. He remembered seeing a fuzzy towel at the foot of his bed and surmised he could use that to wipe away some of the sweat. If only he could find the energy to sit up and grab it…
A hand glided across his sweat-slicked stomach in a place he knew he didn't have any scars, just above the waist of his pants. His eyes drifted slowly open, but he did not look at the pale blonde. "What do you think you're doing?"
Fai gave a short little laugh which sounded more sad than amused. "Kuro-sama said he wanted me to do something about the heat." This hadn't been exactly what he had in mind, yet he watched silently as the pale hand slid up his chest and came to rest on the back of his neck. "And since we're both already sweaty…"
That didn't seem like sound logic, but his fuddled brain could not formulate a proper argument. He didn't even try. Instead, "What makes you think I would want to do this with you?" he asked, finally looking at the man as long, deft fingers began massaging the back of his neck.
"Because I'm the only option you have right now." The mage seemed to think that settled the argument because he leaned down and began to nibble on Kurogane's neck. The one hand curled itself around the warrior's arm; the one that had been on his neck traveled slowly back down his body. Damn his flesh for responding more to Fai's actions than to the ninja's reason. If he even had the capacity for reason anymore. Maybe that was the first part of the brain to be melted by the sun, and the resulting goop smothered common sense.
Giving into the heat, or fate, or his body, or his only available option as Fai had so eloquently put it, Kurogane rolled over and pinned the lithe wizard beneath him, kissing and sucking on his neck. The heat had been good for something because more clothes would have slowed the entire process down considerably. The heat in its own had slowed things down enough, making his muscles stiff and too quick movements almost unbearable. Fai surely felt the same languor, or maybe he had been aiming for slow all along and had just been waiting for the opportune moment. It was hard to tell what went on behind those falsely cheery eyes: if he had planned this outcome from the very beginning or if the heat had warped his brain as much as it had Kurogane's.
As it was, both pants were soon crumpled in a heap at the foot of the bed, and Kurogane was wrapped within the mage's long limbs, their sweat-slicked bodies gliding smoothly against each other. The blonde's hands were thankfully never idle, caressing every inch of his heated skin, but they moved so slowly. It seemed to take ages for his hand to wander from his shoulder to his wrists and back up to his shoulders. Then again, he was moving slowly himself. He couldn't seem to gather the strength or energy to fuck the mage as he would have preferred: hard and quick so he could get his brain back to normal as soon as possible. But with the heat enveloping him, he couldn't produce the speed required to achieve that result.
The room was filled only with their panting and the dry stagnant air. He felt a growl forming low in his throat, but the heat swallowed that as well. All he could do was temporarily pant a little more erratically. The heat seemed to have taken away the other man's voice as well. Kurogane had pegged the mage as the type to be noisy during sex, figuring he would be whimpering and moaning which would have quickly gotten annoying, especially in Kurogane's current mood. Even more so if he would have been doing it loudly enough to wake the kids and make them ask awkward questions later. All the mage could do, though, was pant, occasionally gasping something in his ear that sounded vaguely like words Kurogane did not want to hear. The heat combined with Kurogane's slow movements inside him seemed to have rendered the mage speechless. After one particular instance of attempted words, the wizard bit his ear. Kurogane was extremely grateful at the moment that the heat had obscured whatever the blonde had tried to say. Luckily for him, Fai didn't keep his mouth in one place for long either and soon moved away from his ear.
His kisses to the ninja's lips were strangely hesitant, as if he was unsure if he was going to be accepted or pushed coldly away. When Kurogane made no response, Fai kissed him with greater fervor, as if there was nothing else in the world he would rather be doing than kissing Kurogane as the other man ravished his body. As unnerving those thoughts were, Fai's kisses on his neck and shoulders were more disturbing. There was something almost desperate in the man's movements then.
He shifted his position, earning a small whimper and the mage's lips left his neck. Maybe the heat was finally starting to lift, or maybe friction was finally starting to do its thing for both of them. Whatever the reason, the mage had stopped his previous explorations and now seemed satisfied with simply clinging to Kurogane's neck and pulling him closer, panting heavily his ear. Kurogane buried his face in the other man's hair, noticing his own panting was becoming more variable.
The mage's suggestion did have a slightly therapeutic effect, even if Kurogane would never admit it aloud, as his release also loosened the tension the heat had slipped into the rest of his muscles. He allowed himself to collapse on the lithe body beneath him, struggling to catch his breath in the oxygen-deprived air, feeling the man beneath him struggling to do the same. His added weight was probably making that process much more difficult, but he had never professed to attempting to make the blonde's life easier.
A shaky voice in his ear said, "Only you can make it a scar, Kurogane," followed by a bitter laugh as if he knew the ninja would never consent to such a request. The mage was clinging to him too tightly; he had to literally wrench himself away from the other's grasp. He put his pants back on and cleaned himself off before throwing the towel at the blonde. He laid down on his side, facing away from his companion, aiming to sleep for the rest of the suns' cruelty. In a few minutes, he heard the mage do the same, though he did not retreat back to his own room as Kurogane had expected he would. But he was far too exhausted to worry about that or the extreme temperature at the moment.
Later, they would both pretend it had all been a hallucination brought about by the heat.
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