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[12-10-05] [Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles] Supernova
Title: Supernova
Day/Theme: 12 October 05/ Into the Valley of Dying Stars
Series: TRC
Character/Pairing: Kurogane, Fai-->Fai/Kurogane
Rating: Pg-13? I hate ratings. Mature themes, I guess.
Author's Notes: This also incorperates the prompt from the seventh (fly, vultures, fly) and is in no way connect to the other Kurogane/Fai stories I've been writing this month. Yay!
Kurogane blinked tiredly; either his eyes were going or his computer screen was. The fact that he hoped it was his eyes was rather disheartening. “If I have to write this stupid proposal one more time I am going to kill somebody,” he grumbled.
The nearby clicking of keyboard keys paused, “You mean me, right?” and resumed.
Selecting a screensaver, Kurogane leaned back in his chair and covered his eyes. “You’re already dead to me, Fai,” he said.
“Aw, Kuro-pi, come on. The committee is hardly going to turn us down and we honestly can’t have another observatory run ruined by clouds. The chances of a third are astronomical.”
Kurogane grunted. “Long dead, Fai.”
“You know I’m right. This next time is our time…once more into the breach, into the valley of dying stars and all that nonsense.”
“Fly, vultures, fly,” Kurogane muttered, but he could feel a smile threatening.
“You’re so mean, Kuro-pi. Just for that I won’t let you catch me.”
Kurogane dropped his hands and tilted back further, gaining an upside-down view of their shared office. Fai had left his computer and was leaning against the glass-encased model of the M88 galaxy that formed the boundary line between their spaces, grinning lazily. “Oh yeah?”
Fai’s smile widened. “That’s a fact.”
Kurogane could feel his own smile trying to slip his grasp of it. “And what makes you think I’ll chase you?”
“Because you need a break. Besides, you always have before, even after the time we got busted when we still grad-students.”
He couldn’t quite capture the blush. Maybe he could pass it off as a blood rush from being at a tilt. “I don’t need a break and that was years ago. Times change.”
“Mmm. I’ll have to make it interesting, I guess.”
Kurogane brought his seat back down with a thump as Fai began to unbutton his shirt. He glanced at the window in their office door. Halls were cleared and, technically, they weren’t on office hours so no student should seek them out… “Put that back on,” he ordered.
Fai held his shirt out, flourishing it almost like a matador’s cape. “Make me,” he challenged.
The chances of him making Fai put the shirt back on were outstanding. The chances of him letting Fai put his shirt on again before he’d…well, those weren’t so good. “You aren’t doing this,” he said, eyeing Fai carefully. His weight was poised as though he were going to go over the table. Not a move that he, Kurogane, could match.
Fai laughed. “Aren’t I?”
Kurogane lunged, kicking his chair in neatly even as he dove smoothly under the table to tackle Fai at the knees. The momentum carried them and Kurogane rolled, putting himself under Fai and protecting Fai’s shirtless back from the unforgiving industrial-grade carpet of their office floor. They hit the door with a loud thud and Kurogane rolled, pinning Fai under him. “Nope.”
“Remind me to send your mother something nice for getting you hooked on martial arts when you were a kid,” Fai beamed up at him.
He made an indistinct sound that doubled as ‘sure’ and shifted his weight to catch Fai’s wrists in his hands. He drew them slowly together over his head, Fai’s shirt trailing along, the buttons gleaming softly, drifting over one pale, bare arm. God, that’s a nice shade of blue, he thought inanely.
“Going to make me put my shirt back on?” Fai asked, his voice a tease of breathlessness.
“Damn straight,” Kurogane muttered, grabbing a fistful of material. He tugged, drawing the shirt out of Fai’s lax grip and down along his arm. He brushed Fai’s cheek with it, just to watch his eyes heat and his lid’s flutter. That’ll teach him to wear silk, he smiled to himself as the shirt drifted down the pale column of Fai’s neck. “Once my break is over.”
Day/Theme: 12 October 05/ Into the Valley of Dying Stars
Series: TRC
Character/Pairing: Kurogane, Fai-->Fai/Kurogane
Rating: Pg-13? I hate ratings. Mature themes, I guess.
Author's Notes: This also incorperates the prompt from the seventh (fly, vultures, fly) and is in no way connect to the other Kurogane/Fai stories I've been writing this month. Yay!
Kurogane blinked tiredly; either his eyes were going or his computer screen was. The fact that he hoped it was his eyes was rather disheartening. “If I have to write this stupid proposal one more time I am going to kill somebody,” he grumbled.
The nearby clicking of keyboard keys paused, “You mean me, right?” and resumed.
Selecting a screensaver, Kurogane leaned back in his chair and covered his eyes. “You’re already dead to me, Fai,” he said.
“Aw, Kuro-pi, come on. The committee is hardly going to turn us down and we honestly can’t have another observatory run ruined by clouds. The chances of a third are astronomical.”
Kurogane grunted. “Long dead, Fai.”
“You know I’m right. This next time is our time…once more into the breach, into the valley of dying stars and all that nonsense.”
“Fly, vultures, fly,” Kurogane muttered, but he could feel a smile threatening.
“You’re so mean, Kuro-pi. Just for that I won’t let you catch me.”
Kurogane dropped his hands and tilted back further, gaining an upside-down view of their shared office. Fai had left his computer and was leaning against the glass-encased model of the M88 galaxy that formed the boundary line between their spaces, grinning lazily. “Oh yeah?”
Fai’s smile widened. “That’s a fact.”
Kurogane could feel his own smile trying to slip his grasp of it. “And what makes you think I’ll chase you?”
“Because you need a break. Besides, you always have before, even after the time we got busted when we still grad-students.”
He couldn’t quite capture the blush. Maybe he could pass it off as a blood rush from being at a tilt. “I don’t need a break and that was years ago. Times change.”
“Mmm. I’ll have to make it interesting, I guess.”
Kurogane brought his seat back down with a thump as Fai began to unbutton his shirt. He glanced at the window in their office door. Halls were cleared and, technically, they weren’t on office hours so no student should seek them out… “Put that back on,” he ordered.
Fai held his shirt out, flourishing it almost like a matador’s cape. “Make me,” he challenged.
The chances of him making Fai put the shirt back on were outstanding. The chances of him letting Fai put his shirt on again before he’d…well, those weren’t so good. “You aren’t doing this,” he said, eyeing Fai carefully. His weight was poised as though he were going to go over the table. Not a move that he, Kurogane, could match.
Fai laughed. “Aren’t I?”
Kurogane lunged, kicking his chair in neatly even as he dove smoothly under the table to tackle Fai at the knees. The momentum carried them and Kurogane rolled, putting himself under Fai and protecting Fai’s shirtless back from the unforgiving industrial-grade carpet of their office floor. They hit the door with a loud thud and Kurogane rolled, pinning Fai under him. “Nope.”
“Remind me to send your mother something nice for getting you hooked on martial arts when you were a kid,” Fai beamed up at him.
He made an indistinct sound that doubled as ‘sure’ and shifted his weight to catch Fai’s wrists in his hands. He drew them slowly together over his head, Fai’s shirt trailing along, the buttons gleaming softly, drifting over one pale, bare arm. God, that’s a nice shade of blue, he thought inanely.
“Going to make me put my shirt back on?” Fai asked, his voice a tease of breathlessness.
“Damn straight,” Kurogane muttered, grabbing a fistful of material. He tugged, drawing the shirt out of Fai’s lax grip and down along his arm. He brushed Fai’s cheek with it, just to watch his eyes heat and his lid’s flutter. That’ll teach him to wear silk, he smiled to himself as the shirt drifted down the pale column of Fai’s neck. “Once my break is over.”