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snippetsTitle: The Night Sings with New Radiance
Word Count: 8,000+
Genre: Yaoi, Drama
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Character/Pairing: MaouYuuri/Yuuri
Rating: NC17
Author's Note: Promised way back in October of 2006, I have finally made headway on my to-do list. This was originally planned as a three part fic, but after several abortive attempts, I have settled on showing the second part of my original idea first and will write the prequel next. The sequel or third part has graciously been undertaken by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lenainverse. Regardless, I hope zipis1 finds this fic well worth the wait.
Beta read by the divinelenainverse.
Summary: Everyone but Yuuri knows he has another personality hiding somewhere within him. Everyone but Yuuri has seen him. Except, that's not entirely true. Yuuri must discover who it is that's hiding within him in order to become the best Demon King he can be.
The Night
Sings with New Radiance
Passing leisurely from sleep to gentle awareness, Yuuri's first conscious thought was of the bedding beneath him. It was covered with a soft linen fabric, softer than the sheets adorning his bed at Blood Pledge Castle, neither catching on his fingertips nor abrasive on his cheek. A slight smile settled across his lips as he slowly stretched his body from top to bottom before rolling to lay flat on his back. Cracking his eyes open, Yuuri inhaled the sweet scent of tilled soil, a scent which made him think of baseball fields freshly groomed after a bit of rain. How had he ever given it up?
"Good morning, Yu-chan."
Shibuya Yuuri cringed as that resonant voice washed over him, breaking him out of his complacent daze. He hated that nickname, hated hated hated it! He could only accept it from his mother because his mother was simply not of this world, but to hear it from him? It just wasn't right! Not with that suffix on the end, and especially not when he could hear a slight teasing tone coloring that voice which was so like and yet unlike his own.
A killjoy, that's what he was: this Yuuri who was separate from himself, but not.
It didn't help that the horrid-nickname-he-refused-to-repeat took on quite a different connotation when applied to this separate entity. It had felt strange, calling this separate being 'Yu,' but what else was there to call him? He wasn't a Shibuya; he lacked the quirkiness that his family possessed. He was too sedate and open and magnetic to claim that title. He was a bit like Shouri, although the enigma standing in front of him was infinitely more patient; and saying, 'Yuuri,' felt stranger on his tongue than Yu. His thoughts were jumbled up enough without trying to figure out where he began and this other being ended. There just weren't many options besides Yuuri and the name fit him, draping him like a comfortable piece of beloved clothing. But, the man had insisted on a different title so 'Yu' it was. It really didn't help that 'Yu' knew how much he disliked the nickname his mother insisted he answer to, replete with feminizing suffixes, and then to see it fit so well...
Sitting up, Yuuri looked around his now familiar surroundings, noticing that he had once again been transported to the same room he had been led to on his first visit to La-La Land; that part of himself he had never known existed before coming to the Demon Kingdom. He had half expected it all to be a dream he would never repeat – partially because he never planned to get into another duel with Wolfram – but at least there was sunlight now rather than the somber glow of candle light. He could see a window, absent on his previous visit, framed with heavy drapes and beyond that, a view which suspiciously looked like the one from his balcony at the castle.
Averting his eyes lest he see visions of a certain unruly fiancé glaring back at him from across the lawn, he tried to block the tirade he could already hear in his head. He especially cringed at the vision of Wolfram hanging all over this second, better and more mature version of himself. Shying away from such thoughts and the slight queasy feeling he felt in the pit of his stomach, he focused instead on the mountain of books lying across the floor, on the table, and precariously balanced on the chairs. Yuuri had been told that each contained a portion of the history his soul had once lived, but he could only imagine what tales they had to tell since the pages appeared blank even though he often saw this other Yuuri pouring over them.
Yuuri's gaze refocused on Yu standing in dappled sunlight. He didn't know why it was dappled, but dappled it was. There was a strange play of shadow along his face, and a beam of a light highlighted his clothing. Yuuri's heart thumped strangely, making him gulp with uneasiness. He had never paid much attention to his own features before, as there had never been anything special there to begin with. But now, with his concentration fixated on the subtle differences in that well-known landscape, he was confused. He could almost feel danger lurking beneath the planes of those cheekbones which seemed more pronounced then ever. And there was something else, something just beyond his reach that made him want to look even more.
Yuuri rubbed his head ruefully, ruffling his unkempt hair into a bird's nest of odds and ends. He was surely just thinking too much about him and Yu and who he was and who He was. That Yuuri was eager to learn more about this separate entity was a bit of a shock. He hated school lessons and lectures, and Yu gave plenty of those in an attempt to coach him on the basics of magic and the people who wielded it. That's all he had done on that first visit to this strange world within himself, but when it came to Yu, Yuuri was all kinds of strange. He wanted to learn more to both understand himself and to learn what about this soul caused Conrad to journey across dimensions and back again. And just what was so special about himself that allowed him to contain two souls within one body? It made his head spin.
"Are you well rested?" Yu inquired, attempting to recapture Yuuri's wandering attention.
"Uh, yeah," Yuuri drawled, stalling for more time as he pulled his thoughts back from the bottomless pit they had fallen into. "Well rested. Yep!"
Yu smiled, recapturing Yuuri's attention and tugging it back into the whirlpool he had been struggling to escape from. The minute details of flexing muscles and hardened planes softened with the unexpected transformation. Here was a man who had lived through much, had been hardened by time, and yet still retained the ability to relax and enjoy the moment. Yuuri could only hope he'd be able to do the same some day. He liked to think he would never change, but Yuuri would be content if he could always at least a quarter at ease as Yu now seemed to be.
He couldn't help but be fascinated by the magnetism that this second version of himself exuded; sharp, crisp, and dangerous. Yuuri knew that he oozed little else but naiveté and innocence with every word and action. It almost wasn't fair, but how could he fight back when this being standing in front of him had been around longer than the whole of his family's history? An old soul and a young soul, bound together in one body and shaped by the vessel which contained them. Had he mentioned how weird it was, knowing that at any moment they could be resting in a homogenized state, unable to tell one from the other and the next separated like oil in water? He had Adelbert to thank for that revelation.
"How do you do that?" Yuuri asked, eagerly anticipating an answer. His thoughts continued to circle round and around the complex duality of a shared subconscious and two beings whose first mental contact was a courtesy of magic crudely welded. He would much rather dwell on the mystery of charm rather then the mystery that dwelled within him, standing opposite him…
"Do what?" Yu inquired, easing himself off the bookcase he had been leaning against.
Yuuri's mouth gaped as he struggled to reply. What he really wanted to say was, 'How do you make me feel like the single most important person in the world without even saying or doing a thing?' but all he could manage was an incoherent, "That!" as he pointed a finger at Yu's approaching figure. He gulped as an unknown emotion began to rise within him the nearer Yu came. It was a mix of dry mouth and a tendril of anxiety uncoiling in his stomach, but there was also a bit of heat rising from his face and a nervous twitch in his hand as he fought to keep his nerves at bay. Just what was going on?
"I am confident in my abilities and my beliefs," Yu stated. "You are not, but you will be able to wield the same charisma at the time and place of your choosing, eventually." Yu flashed his half smile again, looking both dangerous and all-knowing. It was fairly reminiscent of a cat licking his jowls at the sight of a rare treat. Yuuri was beginning to feel like catnip, actually, with the way Yu was looking at him. Yuuri shifted slightly on the chaise.
Yu's smile widened. "You may not be aware of it, but you've attracted the attention of quite a number of people through the years with this same ability, although you wield it unconsciously." His eyes glinted with something akin to satisfaction as he came to a halt at the foot of the lounge Yuuri had been using as a bed the last few hours.
"Do you wish to know why you are here this time?"
Yuuri gulped and began to mentally stuff images of his last visit back into the trunk he had thought locked, bolted, and thrown into the deepest vault in his memory bank. He had little time to ponder Yu's cryptic words as a wave of embarrassment rushed through his body. The tantalizing touch of Yu's fingertips gliding across his skin, and the feather light caress of Yu's lips as he licked and sucked on the webbing between his fingers, which soon led to other things and terrain, were memories he had tried to forget. He had blacked out from the panic those unexpected kisses had forced on him as he struggled to decide how he wanted to react. When he woke up, he had found himself back in The Demon Kingdom, on his bed, and with an adoring Gunter hovering over him.
"No, I don't think I do." Yuuri's eyes slid past Yu's, focusing on the delicate vein of color that splayed itself across the stone wall to the right of him. Yuuri swallowed the saliva that magically pooled in his mouth before saying the only logical thing that he could think of. "People were in danger, and you took over to help them. Right?" Yuuri quickly glanced back at Yu to see if the agreement he was desperately looking for was present in those black eyes of his, but Yu smiled cryptically, maddeningly, slowly.
"Yes and no. You have not fully embraced the demon side of yourself. You question your role as Demon King and our right to rule here. Without acceptance, I can do nothing but strive to do what I can until such time as you can protect yourself and those who need your protection.
"It is your failing, Yuuri."
Yuuri cringed. Yu had no soft edges. His words cut, and cut deeply. He hated that he was so useless to the people who were starting to become dear to him. Like Conrad. Like Gwendal. Like Wolfram. Desperation consumed him as Yuuri looked up into the stern visage which was so like and yet unlike his own. "Then why am I here? Shouldn't I be out there fighting off those pirates on my own rather than cowering in here, in my mind?"
Yu nodded once, forcefully. "You should, but it would do no good at this point. What is the use of declaring judgment if you lack the ability to see justice done?"
Yuuri's face fell. He hated this feeling of uselessness settling over him.
"And this place is not your mind, but rather the innermost part of your being that you have blocked off in order to live life fully as a normal child on Earth. It had never been my intention to force your awareness of me. I was supposed to be the reservoir of your power, and the unknown experience you could draw upon." Yu's eyes drifted over to the window. "But, I am grateful for the light that shines in here now," he whispered, voice trailing away in idleness as he greedily drank in the translucent warmth.
Tearing his gaze away from the window, Yu knelt, bringing his face within inches of Yuuri's head. Yuuri's fingers twitched involuntarily with the desire to touch the wisps of hair which floated gently around his features. Yu's hair had felt softer than his own, if his memory was as accurate as it seemed to be since it insisted on plaguing him with nightly dreams.
Snapping his hand up to grasp Yuuri's chin, Yu looked fiercely into his eyes. "But as much as I enjoy the new view and the light, it is not yet enough."
Yuuri gulped, his heart thumping madly in what he could hardly admit was anticipation. "Wha-what!" he squeaked, inching backwards on the chaise lounge despite the unrelenting hand grasping his jaw.
"We are not yet one. Without letting the two divided halves of your soul merge anew, your control of your demon powers is tenuous at best. As of now, I must suppress your consciousness and that is unacceptable."
Was it just Yuuri or did the air just get a few degrees warmer? He was definitely starting to feel a bit hot under the collar. And with but a moment's idle thought, Yuuri found his body tugged closer and his lips captured by Yu's.
Yu's lips pressed firmly against Yuuri's, bruising the corner of his mouth and forcing him to gasp in shock. Desire, mixed with fear, slammed through him as he feverishly remembered the last time he had woken up in a strange room with Yu hovering above him in concern. Days of talking had led to the gentle touch of their hands; assurance that they were not illusion, but real, the same – and then the shocked feeling of Yu's hard, hungry kiss overwhelmed him. When he came to, he had been too embarrassed to acknowledge the fiancé sitting on his windowsill.
Yuuri was startled then, and startled now as Yu's lips moved against his, but the shock was quickly replaced by a heady sense of familiarity. Distantly, Yuuri wondered when he had gotten used to this feeling: was it during those first tentative, caring touches, or was it the dreams that had been plaguing him since? Was it that memory of his first kiss that filled him with exhilaration, or was it Yu, solid and warm against him?
For a moment, Yuuri neither shied away from Yu's kiss nor sought it, merely playing along as Yu's lips and tongue dictated. But then, Yuuri clutched the thick hair of his counterpart and broke way, gulping in what air he could consume. His mind was racing, nerve endings ablaze with confusing messages of sensation and fire and adrenaline surging through him as he fought to both flee and freeze before the looming presence above him. There had been no question the last time. He had fled, and however much he wished he could forget, he had been both yearning and shying away from these sensations – this quick silver flow of delight tingling up and down his spine – and he felt guilty for desiring it.
"Wait," he gasped, tugging on the wisps of hair which always seemed to dance in the air. "Wait, Yu, I–I'm not ready for this."
Yu smirked, his eyes glinting dangerously as the light from the window seemed to quickly fade. He reached up and laid his hand against Yuuri's throat, the fingers nimbly undoing the buttons. "There is no need to wait, Yuuri." Yu's breath tickled his flesh as he tasted the sweat coating Yuuri's Adam's apple. Yuuri jumped as he reflexively swallowed, instinctively prolonging the contact between them as Yu began to pull away. His reaction was rewarded with another lick and a nip on the underside of his jaw.
Yu flashed another smile, his eyes filled with determination and anticipation and something Yuuri was almost afraid to admit might have been lust. "We're simply finishing what was started." His lips descended again, this time hovering just above junction of Yuuri's neck and shoulder as his hand continued to undo his jacket one slow button at a time. "I am you," he said just before his lips closed over the warm skin of Yuuri's collar bone. It was a jolt of heat, eradicating every sensible thought Yuuri was struggling to retain. Each thought was instead concentrated on that one part of his body as he felt teeth gently kneading the skin and that rough tongue stroking against it, soothing it, making his nerves sing with sensory overload. Yuuri barely registered Yu's next words as he fought breathlessly to halt the flow of information.
"You are me," Yu breathed against his skin, making Yuuri shiver at the warmth which dried the saliva coating that spot, making goose bumps rise in its place. "We just lack the capacity to consciously fill the same vessel at one time. To overcome this set-back, we must first become one soul."
Yu resumed his attack on Yuuri's skin, his teeth alternately teasing him with sensation bordering on painful while his tongue worked to sooth and lathe the newly swollen flesh. It was a rain of kisses that trailed from Yu's shoulder to his neck on up to his chin and ear and back again. Yuuri felt himself drowning in the strength of character which balanced above him.
Yuuri's fingers flexed stiffly against the shoulders they grasped, unwilling to completely let go as Yu was currently paying special attention to his pulse, relishing the racing beat and giving it an extra soothing lick of comfort. Yuuri could only breathe shallowly as his body desperately tried to regain its equilibrium. He tried to gasp out the words which would halt this masquerade, but he was too caught up in the moment, his mind buckling under the weight of knowing what he was feeling wasn't right, shouldn't be happening. Yu was making him feel this way. Yu, who was supposed to be another extension of himself, was arousing his body in ways he had never been able to imagine.
And he liked it.
Yuuri gasped as Yu's lips closed over the skin of his under-jaw, causing another spike in Yuuri's blood pressure. He whimpered at the shock and desire that coursed through his veins and his mind went blank except for the continuous question of "Why?" running through it.
Why was he enjoying this bit of foreplay? Why was Yu so intent on licking and sucking that spot on his collarbone and the junction of his neck and shoulder? And why was he moaning?
Yuuri could only reel from the depth of passion running through him and clutch at the cotton fabric of Yu's jacket. Drowning, he went under, submerged in frightening emotion.
Yu paused, delighting in the whimpers coming from Yuuri's mouth and the tensile link that had opened as Yuuri lost conscious control. He had not expected the inexperienced boy to give in so easily. He had watched Yuuri deny Wolfram again and again in the short time they had been together. He had watched Yuuri from the distance of his cage and seen the quick denials, the flicker of hurt in Wolfram's eyes that was so quickly covered. That boy couldn't comprehend the repeated rejections when it was Yuuri's own hand that had proposed in the first place. That Yuuri was incapable of rejecting Yu was a delicious treat, a sign of trust to be treasured. But it felt wrong as the filtered emotions seeped into his mind. This wasn't trust. This was conquest.
Yu pushed himself off Yuuri, hobbling as quickly as he could back to the window which had been Yuuri's unconscious gift of parting from the last visit. He did not want to see the confused look that would no doubt be showing on Yuuri's face. He did not want Yuuri to see the pained expression on his own as he struggled to control the urge which gripped him in a vise of need even as Yu fought to keep that emotion from flowing across the open link between them.
Yuuri blinked in an attempt to refocus on the outside world rather then the tumultuous one playing havoc inside his body. His hands were still grasping at thin air where they had moments before been flexing around the fabric of Yu's uniform. This is what happened last time, that sudden awareness of something missing. Except, this time, he was still here and not back in the Demon Kingdom.
Hesitant, it took him a few tries to raise his head off the chaise so he could locate Yu. "What was that!" Yuuri asked, still wound tight from the feelings that had been stirred up inside him and the mental exhaustion as he struggled to decipher what exactly had happened.
Yu refused to turn and look at Yuuri, preferring the memory of the lawn beyond the window to the memory of forcing his desire to be free, to be one, to be whole again. It was not in his nature to force his hand. It was not in Yuuri's.
"I apologize. I will not do that again."
"Eh?" Yuuri froze as his heart thumped haphazardly and a pang filled his stomach with dread. He must be sick. That was surely the only explanation.
Yu turned away from the view and looked solemnly at his companion. "I will wait as long as it takes. Acceptance cannot be forced, and there are other ways to meld. They take longer, but I will wait."
Yuuri frowned, but let the subject drop. He needed to figure out what the heck had just happened first; and second, why he had seemed to enjoy it a heck of a lot more than the first time around. It took a few seconds before he realized he was openly staring at Yu as he reordered his thoughts, and the moment he did, his face flushed red with embarrassment. As quickly as he could, he turned over, one hand clutching his uniform closed as the other surreptitiously sought to ease the arousal still coursing through him. It would be a long time of acute awareness and heavy silences before Yuuri would feel comfortable enough to sleep off the embarrassment and the lingering after effects of unfulfilled desire. If only he could escape this room, but with no doors leading in or out and Yu standing by the only glimpse of the outside world, he was forced to stay where he was. It was going to be a very long stay.
~~~ | ~~~
Yu was amazed that Yuuri was still peacefully resting on the lounge and not back in the real world where his friends were diligently taking care of his human shell. Perhaps the boy hadn't realized that it was his own will that determined whether he stayed or left this domain. It had been two days already, and Yu had slept and smiled and shared his passion for sports and people and life in general. It felt nice to be included rather than an observer lost on the sidelines, although they avoided all allusions to the immediate past. But Yuuri could not stay here forever, despite how much Yu loved watching his sleeping face directly rather then glimpsing it through an odd mirror or two. Yuuri had obligations, responsibilities, and people waiting for him.
Yu gently brushed the pads of his fingers across Yuuri's face, caressing the lax expression and mourning the inevitable end to this tenuous bit of contact. He would miss him.
Yuuri mumbled softly, eyelids flickering as he fought off the remains of sleep. As his eyes opened, he smiled, catching a rare glimpse of softness on Yu's face. "Morning," he mumbled, turning onto his side to better look at him.
Yu smiled briefly in return before shucking off the appearance of gentleness for a somber one. There was no point in beating around the bush; it would only delay the inevitable. "It's time you returned to consciousness. There are friends whose hands are tied until you wakeup."
Yuuri felt like a pail of ice cold water had been dumped over his head. It was a rude awakening and all the warmth of slumber fled in silence. "What!" He sat up to look into his eyes in an attempt to discern the real truth behind this proclamation. "But I like it here!" He also wasn't keen on returning to a seasick Wolfram. At least he knew they were alive and safe.
Yu frowned and laid a heavy hand on Yuuri's shoulder, hoping the contact would impart some measure of seriousness. "And I like having you here, but you cannot avoid your duties as Demon King. It is time for you to go." Yu squeezed the shoulder in his grasp before lightly pushing against it to stand.
Yuuri grabbed his hand before Yu could break the tenuous contact. It was an instinctive move, and it took him a few moments to articulate past the lump in his throat. "Wait! Yu! We, uh, that is, um…" Yuuri smacked his cheek with his free hand, trying to startle the words out of himself. "Merge. That's it. We're supposed to figure out how to merge our souls, aren't we? Right?"
The look in Yuuri's eyes, completely hopeful and sincere, almost undid Yu. He frowned again in an effort to stymie the urge to sit back down. Instead, he avoided that guileless gaze as he reluctantly replied. "As our friendship develops, so too will the bond between us. Eventually, we will synchronize on a deep enough level for your purposes."
Yuuri scowled. He didn't like being ignored, and he didn't like that tiny sliver of fear settling in the pit of his stomach. "But you said I could help everyone better once it happens, didn't you? And I…want to." Yuuri felt himself blush at that realization, but forced himself to finish. "Can't we try again?"
Remembering the tumultuous feelings of a few days ago, Yuuri blushed harder. He had tried to avoid that memory as he had tried avoiding the memory of his previous visit, but it wasn't working, obviously, or else why would he feel the heat rising off his ears? He had not planned on implying he was ready to take that route again.
Yuuri cleared his throat, half choking, half gurgling. Maybe it was the only way, and Yu was merely trying to make him feel better for hesitating, for being confused or unable to see himself in that kind of relationship? He chalked up a few extra points for his side considering he was even able to articulate that last question in his mind. He was both pleased and bewildered at the strange turn his thoughts were taking. In the end, Yuuri wasn't at all sure which reason spoke louder to him, but he was certain that there was just something about Yu which made him think it was alright to explore that path, that it was the right thing to do. With Yu, he thought he could do anything, accomplish anything, and if it saved lives who was he to deny himself that chance?
Yuuri half gurgled again as his mind latched unto that last thought. Looking up, he managed to glimpse Yu's bewildered expression which seemed to mirror his own erratic thoughts. Taking a deep breath, he held it before blurting out the first thing that came to mind. "I didn't mind what we did earlier. Not really. Well, a little bit. More than a bit, but I think I'm okay with it now if you think it'll help." Yuuri's voice trailed away into silence as his brain caught up to what his mouth was saying.
Yu was not surprised when Yuuri abruptly turned away from him, hand covering his mouth in mortification. It was all he could do to stifle his laughter. He could make a fair guess at how difficult it was to say those words, to give that permission even if Yuuri had given it without apparent thought. Yuuri would be a good king someday, though he had his doubts.
Now, he needed to discern if Yuuri really knew what he was saying. Yu supposed the easiest way would be to just lean in a little closer and wait to see if Yuuri flinched. Yu couldn't sense anything from him besides a strange fog of stillness that mimed the breath held as one waited for something to happen. He didn't know what Yuuri was waiting for, but it gave him hope; and he feared hoping, although he was careful to make sure nothing showed on his face.
Yu slowly bent forward from his seat on the edge of the lounge, eyes steadfastly fixed on Yuuri's expression, searching for the briefest glimpse of fear. Mouth hovering over Yuuri's, Yu waited a few agonizing seconds as their breaths mingled, moistening Yuuri's dried out skin. It amused him when they simultaneously gulped as the tension mounted, and it relieved a bit of that tension winding within. Smiling briefly, warmly, Yu leaned in a bit closer and whispered, "I will do my best to make sure you do not regret this."
Content with the flash of thankfulness in Yuuri's eyes, Yu slowly brushed feather-light kisses along his cheek and brow. Gently, he caressed the skin of Yuuri's jaw, taking his time to taste while he gave Yuuri a moment to regret his decision. There was still time to put a halt to this, even if all Yu wanted was the taste of flesh he had been denied for years, even if he yearned to feel the warmth of humanity rather than the coldness of dried up memories. He was certain that a small part of himself would wither away at a second rejection since it was Yuuri himself who had brought up the subject, had tempted him so with half understood words. Yuuri was temptation and life, and Yu was a part of it, or had once been so.
Yu wanted to possess him, to feel skin and heat and everything about him coalescing towards a single goal, an end to feeling alone. He wanted to have this boy on the verge of becoming a man around him, surrounding him, becoming him. He needed to end the distance between them in order to truly live in sunlight rather then rusting in the shade, encompassed by this rather ordinary beginnings of a soul whose warmth had lulled him deeply into slumber once before.
He wanted to be a part of history again.
Yu's mouth settled on Yuuri's, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin while his tongue laved its way into the mouth which opened beneath his. He wanted to taste and so he tasted, delighting in the sweetness of his tongue brushing against Yuuri's. He delved deeper, needing to feel every inch of Yuuri's mouth and mapping out by touch the asymmetry within.
He loved the taste of flesh, of salt and sweetness and wetness. He loved everything about this boy whom seemed so commonplace but had such strength hiding within. It took a true man to admit vulnerability, to seek help, and to stay strong in his convictions. Yu was looking forward to aiding those dreams. He was looking forward to the future when Yuuri would become a King to rival kings. But to do that, Yuuri needed to harness every part of himself. He needed to count on every part of himself. He needed to be not only human, but demon. And to do that, Yu must lose himself forever in Yuuri.
Yu reluctantly pulled back, reigning in his desires. He did not want to scare off this gentle meeting of the lips and mind, but any more and he would push too hard, push too deep. He needed a moment to regain his equilibrium. He had been surprised at how innocent and fervent Yuuri's reaction was, taking and giving in tentative replies. Desires banked, he looked into Yuuri's eyes and rejoiced at the similar embers of awakened lust within. Instead of repulsion, there was yearning, and Yu found his hands on Yuuri's shirt, undoing the stays which kept the uniform tucked against his body. With an agility that amazed even him, he had the jacket unbuttoned, Yuuri's shirt un-tucked, and his hands were running down Yuuri's chest, savoring the softness of his flesh.
Everything about him suggested youth and sheltered living and yet this man was King and already accepting duty and challenges that would make many hardened men crumble beneath the weight. The smooth leanness which rippled beneath Yu's hands belied such strength, but promised much more. Yuuri would become a man ready to take on a world of prejudice and hatred for his ideals, and Yu was fascinated by it, to say the least.
Yuuri gasped. He had never been aware that hands could feel so warm and light against his skin. The friction of calloused fingers brushing against him left a trail of sensation along Yuuri's stomach and ribs. He could only hold tight and ride it out as his muscles clenched in an automatic response, simultaneously seeking and evading. He didn't know what he wanted, but he knew he was fascinated by the softness ebbing across Yu's face and the wonder lighting up his eyes.
He wasn't surprised when he found his fingers wrapping themselves lightly around Yu's wrists as though they had a life of their own. Nor was Yuuri surprised when he – almost idly – ran his palms up Yu's arm, reveling in the catch of fabric. What he hadn't meant to do was surprise Yu into halting the rhythmic slide of his hands across Yuuri's chest, but Yu did so anyway. And when Yu looked up at him with his fingers barely touching his upper body, a searing line of heat went straight to his groin.
A gurgled groan escaped his control as Yuuri closed his eyes against the sight of Yu's tortured expression, but he was very swift to halt Yu's second attempt to leave. "Don't," he gasped, tugging back on the arms he still gripped. In a small corner of his mind, he couldn't help but notice it was becoming easier to read Yu's emotions. He could feel excitement traveling up his arms from Yu, and he could feel his body adjusting, welcoming it. He didn't want this to end.
"Don't…stop," Yuuri gasped, searching for words that would placate him and beguile him into continuing. It was just touches, and he couldn't help but need more. His face became flushed the longer they stared at each other, and Yuuri turned away when the silence became overwhelming. He couldn't believe he just said that, and he couldn't believe how much truth was hidden in those words.
Yu smiled, his whole face lighting up in triumph. How could anyone resist this boy lying beneath him? Leaning forward, Yu laid down next to Yuuri, coming to rest with his thigh pressed against his almost lover and his arms resting along Yuuri's chest. This time, he was content to just lie there, luxuriating in the heat that wafted from Yuuri in waves of embarrassment and hopeful desire. He had a few moments to spare in idleness before he moved on to the next step, the next bit of territory to lay siege to. He was committed. There would be no turning back, now.
His eyes roamed the tanned skin which peeked from the white undershirt, haphazardly brushed aside during his earlier foray. He gazed at the sight of his leg covering one of Yuuri's; the slight bulge in his pants daring Yu to try more. He was content and the feeling was one which had escaped him ever since Yuuri had been forcibly dragged into this world of demons and humans, and they had been shaken out from their saturated state into separate entities.
Shifting closer, he laid his head next to Yuuri's and waited until the boy gathered the courage to face him, cheeks still scarlet with color. Yu brushed his hand through his hair, noticing the length which had grown slightly since his first visit some weeks ago. It was soft, much softer than he remembered and most likely owed thanks to the soap found in the Demon Kingdom. Threading his fingers through the strands, he pressed his lips against the corner of Yuuri's mouth, picking up where he left off, his free hand trailing along the chest which was now sensitive to his touch.
In slow increments, Yu trailed his hand lower, massaging the muscles he passed into relaxation. Yu trailed a similar path down Yuuri's jaw and neck, using his lips to sooth the tension away, making Yuuri's head fall back in limp subjugation. On two fronts he attacked, and a third he executed in quick succession, rubbing his leg against Yuuri's. He wrapped his foot around his ankle, rubbing in slow, deliberate motions the calf from ankle to bent knee, persevering until at last Yuuri responded to his touch, rubbing back in return. And then, his hand brushed that burgeoning desire through the cotton pants of Yuuri's uniform.
"Yu!" Yuuri breathlessly cried. "Wha—what are you doing!" Yuuri's face broke out in embarrassment as he muffled his voice against Yu's neck whilst his hands frantically tugged at the one unzipping his pants with zeal.
Yu laughed softly. He could almost feel the rampant curiosity radiating off his companion, the desire to gaze down below and the mortification which prevented Yuuri from doing it. So he did the next best thing; he gave it a gentle squeeze, savoring the way Yuuri jerked against his hand. Yuuri's reactions were a true delicacy.
He smiled again, that unconscious reaction which was almost permanently fixated on his face as he continued to tease this other version of himself. Yu may be drawing upon the experience of a hundred lives lived since his first conception, but he had never experienced something as intimate as watching the minute change of expression on Yuuri's face, in his body. It was strange, knowing and yet not knowing how this boy on the edge of manhood would react to the slightest touch, the barest brush of his hand and lips. He would treasure this moment, and take joy in becoming one on a deeper level then even Shinou would suspect.
Leisurely, he finished unzipping Yuuri's pants, brushing his thumb along the head which was easily dislodged from the black thong underwear he had been forced to wear, even in disguise. Fascinated with the smooth skin, he swiped his thumb back over the area he just grazed, noting the fine details of the cleft running down the middle of his swollen foreskin. Yu especially liked the arm that snaked around his body, pulling him closer as Yuuri simultaneously attempted to still the hand that wrapped around him and increase the pressure of it against his body.
He hadn't had this much fun in ages.
"Yu," Yuuri whimpered against his neck, panting. It was all he could say against the roughness of Yu's palm and the even stroking along his length. He hadn't felt this good since he stole fourth base to win that game against the district champions two years ago and that was an entirely different euphoria from the one running through his body now. He gasped as a second hand snaked between their bodies to grasp at the sac beneath, massaging the hardened balls lying within the stretched skin. It made his back arch and his hips jerk suddenly.
It wasn't fair, this tortuous desire welling up within him as he held on for dear life. He luxuriated in the hot kisses and the firm touches. He shivered as the blood coursing through his veins made his skin taut and feverish and full of life. He wanted to share it, to make Yu feel as he did, but he couldn't stand to bring himself to do more than cling to the only thing that seemed stable in this moment, Yu himself.
Closing his eyes, he whimpered again as his lips were released from yet another mouthwatering kiss. Yu rubbed his hand along the head of Yuuri's erection, the sensitive pad barely catching against the increasingly wet surface. "It's okay, Yuuri," he whispered into the ear that was flushed red with the pounding blood flowing through him. He gave it a gentle tug, fascinated with the strangled moan of Yuuri's reply. He smiled, kissing the tender flesh. "There's no need to be frightened. It's going to be okay."
Yuuri shook his head, pulling his ear safely out of Yu's reach. He couldn't vocalize his desires, so he did the only thing he could think to do when assaulted from head to toe with unfamiliar sensations. He reached between their bodies with one of his own hands and rubbed it against Yu's crotch. He was captivated with the deep guttural sound of surprise which followed. It seemed rough, raw around the edges and not like the usual smooth undertones of maturity Yu typically spoke with.
He could grow to like this.
Yuuri swallowed, hard, and swiped his hand against Yu again, finding that focusing on his companion made it easier to withstand the desire coursing through his own body and how very close he was to coming himself.
With a muffled groan, Yu tore himself way from Yuuri's hand, wishing he could let himself get lost in those unexpected touches, that unexpected gift, but he didn't have time. He needed to end this quickly, because he could sense the tides turning outside the human shell of Yuuri's body. He could almost taste how close they were to land and the approaching arrival of dawn. Yuuri needed to return to his friends soon or else their troubles would increase ten-fold.
Hissing, he unzipped his pants and pushed himself forward, rising above Yuuri with an agility born of years of mutual athletic activities. Their bodies were molded in the same shape, after all, and inherited all the merits and downfalls of said body. His breath escaped rapidly, unevenly as he held himself poised over Yuuri's wide-eyed gaze and willing body. The image would stay with him long after Yuuri finally came into his own; even if he forgot everything else, he was certain of that.
Slowly, maddeningly so, he prolonged the anticipation of fulfillment as he eased himself fully against Yuuri, basking in the heat which rebounded from one body to the next. And then he began to move, neither attempting too much nor too little. Yu wasn't about to tempt fate with shocking Yuuri by taking him here and now, but he would do the next best thing, though it may destroy his resolve.
He pushed against Yuuri's hip, rubbing against him, creating a fine sheen of sweat to aid in the sweet sensation of friction. Yu could feel his skin sliding against Yuuri's, the unexpected rise and fall of their erections stimulating him in uneven bursts of pleasure. First, his erection found a home against Yuuri's thighs, and then along his length. An eager thrust made Yu nearly come as his head grazed the fine hairs of Yuuri's stomach. The tiniest shift in his body moved the whole of his lower region as it bobbed in eager anticipation. The sweat began to pour off Yu's body as he slowly, exasperatingly so, continued to move, to embrace Yuuri as fully as he dared.
It was the hand which found its way from his back to the edge of his pants and underneath to his ass which hastened the end. He had been holding himself in check, but all resolve fled as Yuuri's fingers dug into one cheek. The pain that shot through his body as the nails found their way into his flesh made him buck wildly against Yuuri's body, thrusting down with instinctive desire. Yu growled against Yuuri's throat before biting down on the delicate flesh in an attempt to ease the hot flash scorching his body from head to toe as he continued to move on instinct alone.
He could hear Yuuri's own gasps and moans in his ear, the pleading in his voice as he inarticulately begged for more, begged for release across the channel joining them together. Overwhelmed, Yu felt his body convulse in wave after wave of pleasure, his semen gushing out in erratic bursts. He could hear Yuuri's panting breaths as he continued to strain, and he could feel the fingers that still flexed deeper into his skin as Yuuri struggled to understand what was happening and why he was still reaching higher when Yu himself was struggling to keep himself still, to ride out the last waves of their mutual desire.
Struggling against the lethargy which was creeping across his limbs, Yu reached between them, grasping Yuuri's heavy erection to give it a squeeze, concentrating on coaxing the bewitching moans from Yuuri's throat as he tugged and rubbed and stroked the length. It was only a few long seconds before Yuuri's face contorted in climax, the semen shooting out to cover Yu's still pumping hand. The image burned itself into Yu's memory, that innocently beguiling face shining with awe and desire and relief as that unattainable goal was finally reached.
Bit by bit, Yuuri returned to his senses, skin tingling still beneath the onslaught it had endured. He had never once thought it could be like this with another, and gazing into Yu's relaxed face made him feel a strange sense of satisfaction inside himself. He was glad he had given in to impulse.
Yu fell to the side, removing his weight from Yuuri's body once he had assured himself that Yuuri was okay, that he hadn't been pushed too far. It had been good, and although they had not completely joined, he could sense that the bond between them was stronger, the shared intense moment creating a bridge between their two bodies and minds. It wouldn't take many more like moments to complete that merging, and perhaps it was both selfishness and a desire to protect the innocence which clung to Yuuri like fine cloth which had prevented him from completely taking him. He regretted forcing his desires on him earlier when such sweetness was now willingly offered.
He wanted more of this before he let himself get lost in Yuuri's sublimely appealing soul. Sighing, he rubbed his thumb across Yuuri's mouth. "Thank-you, but now it's time for you to go. Dawn is almost here, and you must be ready for what lies ahead. Your journey is just beginning and you have much to do in the name of peace, justice, and your ideals."
Yuuri scowled. He was content to lie here in these arms which he would someday inherit. He didn't want to leave, but he could sense that Yu was right. He could feel the tugging strands of consciousness pulling at him, had been pulling at him ever since they shared that first kiss some few days ago in this dreamlike world.
"I'll see you again, right?" he asked as he struggled against a will that wasn't wholly his own.
"I imagine so," Yu replied, stroking the hair that laid beneath his fingertips.
"Until next time, then," Yuuri replied, fading from view.
Yu stayed still long after Yuuri disappeared, unwilling to leave the warmth he could still feel radiating from the spot next to him. There was time enough to return to his waiting game of observe and aid. For now, he would sleep and test the bonds which bound them tighter then ever together and perhaps dream of next time, that final encounter when he would disappear and all that would be left would be getting used to the new conglomerate which would appear in its place. He only regretted that he and Yuuri both would no longer remember many of these moments when that time came, lost as they would be in the grey region between their souls.
~The End of Part 2~
Author's Note: As mentioned previously, I am currently working on the Prequel to The Night Sings with New Radiance andlenainverse has volunteered her talents to undertake the
sequel. Links will be edited into this post for both prequel and
sequel once they are posted. As for the title of this fic, Lena helped
give me inspiration with the following quote by Rabindranath Tagore.
"Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark."
Further inspiration came from the dual nature of light which symbolically fits (at least in my head) with the duality between Yu and Yuuri's existence.
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Word Count: 8,000+
Genre: Yaoi, Drama
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Character/Pairing: MaouYuuri/Yuuri
Rating: NC17
Author's Note: Promised way back in October of 2006, I have finally made headway on my to-do list. This was originally planned as a three part fic, but after several abortive attempts, I have settled on showing the second part of my original idea first and will write the prequel next. The sequel or third part has graciously been undertaken by
lenainverse. Regardless, I hope zipis1 finds this fic well worth the wait. Beta read by the divine
lenainverse. Summary: Everyone but Yuuri knows he has another personality hiding somewhere within him. Everyone but Yuuri has seen him. Except, that's not entirely true. Yuuri must discover who it is that's hiding within him in order to become the best Demon King he can be.
Passing leisurely from sleep to gentle awareness, Yuuri's first conscious thought was of the bedding beneath him. It was covered with a soft linen fabric, softer than the sheets adorning his bed at Blood Pledge Castle, neither catching on his fingertips nor abrasive on his cheek. A slight smile settled across his lips as he slowly stretched his body from top to bottom before rolling to lay flat on his back. Cracking his eyes open, Yuuri inhaled the sweet scent of tilled soil, a scent which made him think of baseball fields freshly groomed after a bit of rain. How had he ever given it up?
"Good morning, Yu-chan."
Shibuya Yuuri cringed as that resonant voice washed over him, breaking him out of his complacent daze. He hated that nickname, hated hated hated it! He could only accept it from his mother because his mother was simply not of this world, but to hear it from him? It just wasn't right! Not with that suffix on the end, and especially not when he could hear a slight teasing tone coloring that voice which was so like and yet unlike his own.
A killjoy, that's what he was: this Yuuri who was separate from himself, but not.
It didn't help that the horrid-nickname-he-refused-to-repeat took on quite a different connotation when applied to this separate entity. It had felt strange, calling this separate being 'Yu,' but what else was there to call him? He wasn't a Shibuya; he lacked the quirkiness that his family possessed. He was too sedate and open and magnetic to claim that title. He was a bit like Shouri, although the enigma standing in front of him was infinitely more patient; and saying, 'Yuuri,' felt stranger on his tongue than Yu. His thoughts were jumbled up enough without trying to figure out where he began and this other being ended. There just weren't many options besides Yuuri and the name fit him, draping him like a comfortable piece of beloved clothing. But, the man had insisted on a different title so 'Yu' it was. It really didn't help that 'Yu' knew how much he disliked the nickname his mother insisted he answer to, replete with feminizing suffixes, and then to see it fit so well...
Sitting up, Yuuri looked around his now familiar surroundings, noticing that he had once again been transported to the same room he had been led to on his first visit to La-La Land; that part of himself he had never known existed before coming to the Demon Kingdom. He had half expected it all to be a dream he would never repeat – partially because he never planned to get into another duel with Wolfram – but at least there was sunlight now rather than the somber glow of candle light. He could see a window, absent on his previous visit, framed with heavy drapes and beyond that, a view which suspiciously looked like the one from his balcony at the castle.
Averting his eyes lest he see visions of a certain unruly fiancé glaring back at him from across the lawn, he tried to block the tirade he could already hear in his head. He especially cringed at the vision of Wolfram hanging all over this second, better and more mature version of himself. Shying away from such thoughts and the slight queasy feeling he felt in the pit of his stomach, he focused instead on the mountain of books lying across the floor, on the table, and precariously balanced on the chairs. Yuuri had been told that each contained a portion of the history his soul had once lived, but he could only imagine what tales they had to tell since the pages appeared blank even though he often saw this other Yuuri pouring over them.
Yuuri's gaze refocused on Yu standing in dappled sunlight. He didn't know why it was dappled, but dappled it was. There was a strange play of shadow along his face, and a beam of a light highlighted his clothing. Yuuri's heart thumped strangely, making him gulp with uneasiness. He had never paid much attention to his own features before, as there had never been anything special there to begin with. But now, with his concentration fixated on the subtle differences in that well-known landscape, he was confused. He could almost feel danger lurking beneath the planes of those cheekbones which seemed more pronounced then ever. And there was something else, something just beyond his reach that made him want to look even more.
Yuuri rubbed his head ruefully, ruffling his unkempt hair into a bird's nest of odds and ends. He was surely just thinking too much about him and Yu and who he was and who He was. That Yuuri was eager to learn more about this separate entity was a bit of a shock. He hated school lessons and lectures, and Yu gave plenty of those in an attempt to coach him on the basics of magic and the people who wielded it. That's all he had done on that first visit to this strange world within himself, but when it came to Yu, Yuuri was all kinds of strange. He wanted to learn more to both understand himself and to learn what about this soul caused Conrad to journey across dimensions and back again. And just what was so special about himself that allowed him to contain two souls within one body? It made his head spin.
"Are you well rested?" Yu inquired, attempting to recapture Yuuri's wandering attention.
"Uh, yeah," Yuuri drawled, stalling for more time as he pulled his thoughts back from the bottomless pit they had fallen into. "Well rested. Yep!"
Yu smiled, recapturing Yuuri's attention and tugging it back into the whirlpool he had been struggling to escape from. The minute details of flexing muscles and hardened planes softened with the unexpected transformation. Here was a man who had lived through much, had been hardened by time, and yet still retained the ability to relax and enjoy the moment. Yuuri could only hope he'd be able to do the same some day. He liked to think he would never change, but Yuuri would be content if he could always at least a quarter at ease as Yu now seemed to be.
He couldn't help but be fascinated by the magnetism that this second version of himself exuded; sharp, crisp, and dangerous. Yuuri knew that he oozed little else but naiveté and innocence with every word and action. It almost wasn't fair, but how could he fight back when this being standing in front of him had been around longer than the whole of his family's history? An old soul and a young soul, bound together in one body and shaped by the vessel which contained them. Had he mentioned how weird it was, knowing that at any moment they could be resting in a homogenized state, unable to tell one from the other and the next separated like oil in water? He had Adelbert to thank for that revelation.
"How do you do that?" Yuuri asked, eagerly anticipating an answer. His thoughts continued to circle round and around the complex duality of a shared subconscious and two beings whose first mental contact was a courtesy of magic crudely welded. He would much rather dwell on the mystery of charm rather then the mystery that dwelled within him, standing opposite him…
"Do what?" Yu inquired, easing himself off the bookcase he had been leaning against.
Yuuri's mouth gaped as he struggled to reply. What he really wanted to say was, 'How do you make me feel like the single most important person in the world without even saying or doing a thing?' but all he could manage was an incoherent, "That!" as he pointed a finger at Yu's approaching figure. He gulped as an unknown emotion began to rise within him the nearer Yu came. It was a mix of dry mouth and a tendril of anxiety uncoiling in his stomach, but there was also a bit of heat rising from his face and a nervous twitch in his hand as he fought to keep his nerves at bay. Just what was going on?
"I am confident in my abilities and my beliefs," Yu stated. "You are not, but you will be able to wield the same charisma at the time and place of your choosing, eventually." Yu flashed his half smile again, looking both dangerous and all-knowing. It was fairly reminiscent of a cat licking his jowls at the sight of a rare treat. Yuuri was beginning to feel like catnip, actually, with the way Yu was looking at him. Yuuri shifted slightly on the chaise.
Yu's smile widened. "You may not be aware of it, but you've attracted the attention of quite a number of people through the years with this same ability, although you wield it unconsciously." His eyes glinted with something akin to satisfaction as he came to a halt at the foot of the lounge Yuuri had been using as a bed the last few hours.
"Do you wish to know why you are here this time?"
Yuuri gulped and began to mentally stuff images of his last visit back into the trunk he had thought locked, bolted, and thrown into the deepest vault in his memory bank. He had little time to ponder Yu's cryptic words as a wave of embarrassment rushed through his body. The tantalizing touch of Yu's fingertips gliding across his skin, and the feather light caress of Yu's lips as he licked and sucked on the webbing between his fingers, which soon led to other things and terrain, were memories he had tried to forget. He had blacked out from the panic those unexpected kisses had forced on him as he struggled to decide how he wanted to react. When he woke up, he had found himself back in The Demon Kingdom, on his bed, and with an adoring Gunter hovering over him.
"No, I don't think I do." Yuuri's eyes slid past Yu's, focusing on the delicate vein of color that splayed itself across the stone wall to the right of him. Yuuri swallowed the saliva that magically pooled in his mouth before saying the only logical thing that he could think of. "People were in danger, and you took over to help them. Right?" Yuuri quickly glanced back at Yu to see if the agreement he was desperately looking for was present in those black eyes of his, but Yu smiled cryptically, maddeningly, slowly.
"Yes and no. You have not fully embraced the demon side of yourself. You question your role as Demon King and our right to rule here. Without acceptance, I can do nothing but strive to do what I can until such time as you can protect yourself and those who need your protection.
"It is your failing, Yuuri."
Yuuri cringed. Yu had no soft edges. His words cut, and cut deeply. He hated that he was so useless to the people who were starting to become dear to him. Like Conrad. Like Gwendal. Like Wolfram. Desperation consumed him as Yuuri looked up into the stern visage which was so like and yet unlike his own. "Then why am I here? Shouldn't I be out there fighting off those pirates on my own rather than cowering in here, in my mind?"
Yu nodded once, forcefully. "You should, but it would do no good at this point. What is the use of declaring judgment if you lack the ability to see justice done?"
Yuuri's face fell. He hated this feeling of uselessness settling over him.
"And this place is not your mind, but rather the innermost part of your being that you have blocked off in order to live life fully as a normal child on Earth. It had never been my intention to force your awareness of me. I was supposed to be the reservoir of your power, and the unknown experience you could draw upon." Yu's eyes drifted over to the window. "But, I am grateful for the light that shines in here now," he whispered, voice trailing away in idleness as he greedily drank in the translucent warmth.
Tearing his gaze away from the window, Yu knelt, bringing his face within inches of Yuuri's head. Yuuri's fingers twitched involuntarily with the desire to touch the wisps of hair which floated gently around his features. Yu's hair had felt softer than his own, if his memory was as accurate as it seemed to be since it insisted on plaguing him with nightly dreams.
Snapping his hand up to grasp Yuuri's chin, Yu looked fiercely into his eyes. "But as much as I enjoy the new view and the light, it is not yet enough."
Yuuri gulped, his heart thumping madly in what he could hardly admit was anticipation. "Wha-what!" he squeaked, inching backwards on the chaise lounge despite the unrelenting hand grasping his jaw.
"We are not yet one. Without letting the two divided halves of your soul merge anew, your control of your demon powers is tenuous at best. As of now, I must suppress your consciousness and that is unacceptable."
Was it just Yuuri or did the air just get a few degrees warmer? He was definitely starting to feel a bit hot under the collar. And with but a moment's idle thought, Yuuri found his body tugged closer and his lips captured by Yu's.
Yu's lips pressed firmly against Yuuri's, bruising the corner of his mouth and forcing him to gasp in shock. Desire, mixed with fear, slammed through him as he feverishly remembered the last time he had woken up in a strange room with Yu hovering above him in concern. Days of talking had led to the gentle touch of their hands; assurance that they were not illusion, but real, the same – and then the shocked feeling of Yu's hard, hungry kiss overwhelmed him. When he came to, he had been too embarrassed to acknowledge the fiancé sitting on his windowsill.
Yuuri was startled then, and startled now as Yu's lips moved against his, but the shock was quickly replaced by a heady sense of familiarity. Distantly, Yuuri wondered when he had gotten used to this feeling: was it during those first tentative, caring touches, or was it the dreams that had been plaguing him since? Was it that memory of his first kiss that filled him with exhilaration, or was it Yu, solid and warm against him?
For a moment, Yuuri neither shied away from Yu's kiss nor sought it, merely playing along as Yu's lips and tongue dictated. But then, Yuuri clutched the thick hair of his counterpart and broke way, gulping in what air he could consume. His mind was racing, nerve endings ablaze with confusing messages of sensation and fire and adrenaline surging through him as he fought to both flee and freeze before the looming presence above him. There had been no question the last time. He had fled, and however much he wished he could forget, he had been both yearning and shying away from these sensations – this quick silver flow of delight tingling up and down his spine – and he felt guilty for desiring it.
"Wait," he gasped, tugging on the wisps of hair which always seemed to dance in the air. "Wait, Yu, I–I'm not ready for this."
Yu smirked, his eyes glinting dangerously as the light from the window seemed to quickly fade. He reached up and laid his hand against Yuuri's throat, the fingers nimbly undoing the buttons. "There is no need to wait, Yuuri." Yu's breath tickled his flesh as he tasted the sweat coating Yuuri's Adam's apple. Yuuri jumped as he reflexively swallowed, instinctively prolonging the contact between them as Yu began to pull away. His reaction was rewarded with another lick and a nip on the underside of his jaw.
Yu flashed another smile, his eyes filled with determination and anticipation and something Yuuri was almost afraid to admit might have been lust. "We're simply finishing what was started." His lips descended again, this time hovering just above junction of Yuuri's neck and shoulder as his hand continued to undo his jacket one slow button at a time. "I am you," he said just before his lips closed over the warm skin of Yuuri's collar bone. It was a jolt of heat, eradicating every sensible thought Yuuri was struggling to retain. Each thought was instead concentrated on that one part of his body as he felt teeth gently kneading the skin and that rough tongue stroking against it, soothing it, making his nerves sing with sensory overload. Yuuri barely registered Yu's next words as he fought breathlessly to halt the flow of information.
"You are me," Yu breathed against his skin, making Yuuri shiver at the warmth which dried the saliva coating that spot, making goose bumps rise in its place. "We just lack the capacity to consciously fill the same vessel at one time. To overcome this set-back, we must first become one soul."
Yu resumed his attack on Yuuri's skin, his teeth alternately teasing him with sensation bordering on painful while his tongue worked to sooth and lathe the newly swollen flesh. It was a rain of kisses that trailed from Yu's shoulder to his neck on up to his chin and ear and back again. Yuuri felt himself drowning in the strength of character which balanced above him.
Yuuri's fingers flexed stiffly against the shoulders they grasped, unwilling to completely let go as Yu was currently paying special attention to his pulse, relishing the racing beat and giving it an extra soothing lick of comfort. Yuuri could only breathe shallowly as his body desperately tried to regain its equilibrium. He tried to gasp out the words which would halt this masquerade, but he was too caught up in the moment, his mind buckling under the weight of knowing what he was feeling wasn't right, shouldn't be happening. Yu was making him feel this way. Yu, who was supposed to be another extension of himself, was arousing his body in ways he had never been able to imagine.
And he liked it.
Yuuri gasped as Yu's lips closed over the skin of his under-jaw, causing another spike in Yuuri's blood pressure. He whimpered at the shock and desire that coursed through his veins and his mind went blank except for the continuous question of "Why?" running through it.
Why was he enjoying this bit of foreplay? Why was Yu so intent on licking and sucking that spot on his collarbone and the junction of his neck and shoulder? And why was he moaning?
Yuuri could only reel from the depth of passion running through him and clutch at the cotton fabric of Yu's jacket. Drowning, he went under, submerged in frightening emotion.
Yu paused, delighting in the whimpers coming from Yuuri's mouth and the tensile link that had opened as Yuuri lost conscious control. He had not expected the inexperienced boy to give in so easily. He had watched Yuuri deny Wolfram again and again in the short time they had been together. He had watched Yuuri from the distance of his cage and seen the quick denials, the flicker of hurt in Wolfram's eyes that was so quickly covered. That boy couldn't comprehend the repeated rejections when it was Yuuri's own hand that had proposed in the first place. That Yuuri was incapable of rejecting Yu was a delicious treat, a sign of trust to be treasured. But it felt wrong as the filtered emotions seeped into his mind. This wasn't trust. This was conquest.
Yu pushed himself off Yuuri, hobbling as quickly as he could back to the window which had been Yuuri's unconscious gift of parting from the last visit. He did not want to see the confused look that would no doubt be showing on Yuuri's face. He did not want Yuuri to see the pained expression on his own as he struggled to control the urge which gripped him in a vise of need even as Yu fought to keep that emotion from flowing across the open link between them.
Yuuri blinked in an attempt to refocus on the outside world rather then the tumultuous one playing havoc inside his body. His hands were still grasping at thin air where they had moments before been flexing around the fabric of Yu's uniform. This is what happened last time, that sudden awareness of something missing. Except, this time, he was still here and not back in the Demon Kingdom.
Hesitant, it took him a few tries to raise his head off the chaise so he could locate Yu. "What was that!" Yuuri asked, still wound tight from the feelings that had been stirred up inside him and the mental exhaustion as he struggled to decipher what exactly had happened.
Yu refused to turn and look at Yuuri, preferring the memory of the lawn beyond the window to the memory of forcing his desire to be free, to be one, to be whole again. It was not in his nature to force his hand. It was not in Yuuri's.
"I apologize. I will not do that again."
"Eh?" Yuuri froze as his heart thumped haphazardly and a pang filled his stomach with dread. He must be sick. That was surely the only explanation.
Yu turned away from the view and looked solemnly at his companion. "I will wait as long as it takes. Acceptance cannot be forced, and there are other ways to meld. They take longer, but I will wait."
Yuuri frowned, but let the subject drop. He needed to figure out what the heck had just happened first; and second, why he had seemed to enjoy it a heck of a lot more than the first time around. It took a few seconds before he realized he was openly staring at Yu as he reordered his thoughts, and the moment he did, his face flushed red with embarrassment. As quickly as he could, he turned over, one hand clutching his uniform closed as the other surreptitiously sought to ease the arousal still coursing through him. It would be a long time of acute awareness and heavy silences before Yuuri would feel comfortable enough to sleep off the embarrassment and the lingering after effects of unfulfilled desire. If only he could escape this room, but with no doors leading in or out and Yu standing by the only glimpse of the outside world, he was forced to stay where he was. It was going to be a very long stay.
Yu was amazed that Yuuri was still peacefully resting on the lounge and not back in the real world where his friends were diligently taking care of his human shell. Perhaps the boy hadn't realized that it was his own will that determined whether he stayed or left this domain. It had been two days already, and Yu had slept and smiled and shared his passion for sports and people and life in general. It felt nice to be included rather than an observer lost on the sidelines, although they avoided all allusions to the immediate past. But Yuuri could not stay here forever, despite how much Yu loved watching his sleeping face directly rather then glimpsing it through an odd mirror or two. Yuuri had obligations, responsibilities, and people waiting for him.
Yu gently brushed the pads of his fingers across Yuuri's face, caressing the lax expression and mourning the inevitable end to this tenuous bit of contact. He would miss him.
Yuuri mumbled softly, eyelids flickering as he fought off the remains of sleep. As his eyes opened, he smiled, catching a rare glimpse of softness on Yu's face. "Morning," he mumbled, turning onto his side to better look at him.
Yu smiled briefly in return before shucking off the appearance of gentleness for a somber one. There was no point in beating around the bush; it would only delay the inevitable. "It's time you returned to consciousness. There are friends whose hands are tied until you wakeup."
Yuuri felt like a pail of ice cold water had been dumped over his head. It was a rude awakening and all the warmth of slumber fled in silence. "What!" He sat up to look into his eyes in an attempt to discern the real truth behind this proclamation. "But I like it here!" He also wasn't keen on returning to a seasick Wolfram. At least he knew they were alive and safe.
Yu frowned and laid a heavy hand on Yuuri's shoulder, hoping the contact would impart some measure of seriousness. "And I like having you here, but you cannot avoid your duties as Demon King. It is time for you to go." Yu squeezed the shoulder in his grasp before lightly pushing against it to stand.
Yuuri grabbed his hand before Yu could break the tenuous contact. It was an instinctive move, and it took him a few moments to articulate past the lump in his throat. "Wait! Yu! We, uh, that is, um…" Yuuri smacked his cheek with his free hand, trying to startle the words out of himself. "Merge. That's it. We're supposed to figure out how to merge our souls, aren't we? Right?"
The look in Yuuri's eyes, completely hopeful and sincere, almost undid Yu. He frowned again in an effort to stymie the urge to sit back down. Instead, he avoided that guileless gaze as he reluctantly replied. "As our friendship develops, so too will the bond between us. Eventually, we will synchronize on a deep enough level for your purposes."
Yuuri scowled. He didn't like being ignored, and he didn't like that tiny sliver of fear settling in the pit of his stomach. "But you said I could help everyone better once it happens, didn't you? And I…want to." Yuuri felt himself blush at that realization, but forced himself to finish. "Can't we try again?"
Remembering the tumultuous feelings of a few days ago, Yuuri blushed harder. He had tried to avoid that memory as he had tried avoiding the memory of his previous visit, but it wasn't working, obviously, or else why would he feel the heat rising off his ears? He had not planned on implying he was ready to take that route again.
Yuuri cleared his throat, half choking, half gurgling. Maybe it was the only way, and Yu was merely trying to make him feel better for hesitating, for being confused or unable to see himself in that kind of relationship? He chalked up a few extra points for his side considering he was even able to articulate that last question in his mind. He was both pleased and bewildered at the strange turn his thoughts were taking. In the end, Yuuri wasn't at all sure which reason spoke louder to him, but he was certain that there was just something about Yu which made him think it was alright to explore that path, that it was the right thing to do. With Yu, he thought he could do anything, accomplish anything, and if it saved lives who was he to deny himself that chance?
Yuuri half gurgled again as his mind latched unto that last thought. Looking up, he managed to glimpse Yu's bewildered expression which seemed to mirror his own erratic thoughts. Taking a deep breath, he held it before blurting out the first thing that came to mind. "I didn't mind what we did earlier. Not really. Well, a little bit. More than a bit, but I think I'm okay with it now if you think it'll help." Yuuri's voice trailed away into silence as his brain caught up to what his mouth was saying.
Yu was not surprised when Yuuri abruptly turned away from him, hand covering his mouth in mortification. It was all he could do to stifle his laughter. He could make a fair guess at how difficult it was to say those words, to give that permission even if Yuuri had given it without apparent thought. Yuuri would be a good king someday, though he had his doubts.
Now, he needed to discern if Yuuri really knew what he was saying. Yu supposed the easiest way would be to just lean in a little closer and wait to see if Yuuri flinched. Yu couldn't sense anything from him besides a strange fog of stillness that mimed the breath held as one waited for something to happen. He didn't know what Yuuri was waiting for, but it gave him hope; and he feared hoping, although he was careful to make sure nothing showed on his face.
Yu slowly bent forward from his seat on the edge of the lounge, eyes steadfastly fixed on Yuuri's expression, searching for the briefest glimpse of fear. Mouth hovering over Yuuri's, Yu waited a few agonizing seconds as their breaths mingled, moistening Yuuri's dried out skin. It amused him when they simultaneously gulped as the tension mounted, and it relieved a bit of that tension winding within. Smiling briefly, warmly, Yu leaned in a bit closer and whispered, "I will do my best to make sure you do not regret this."
Content with the flash of thankfulness in Yuuri's eyes, Yu slowly brushed feather-light kisses along his cheek and brow. Gently, he caressed the skin of Yuuri's jaw, taking his time to taste while he gave Yuuri a moment to regret his decision. There was still time to put a halt to this, even if all Yu wanted was the taste of flesh he had been denied for years, even if he yearned to feel the warmth of humanity rather than the coldness of dried up memories. He was certain that a small part of himself would wither away at a second rejection since it was Yuuri himself who had brought up the subject, had tempted him so with half understood words. Yuuri was temptation and life, and Yu was a part of it, or had once been so.
Yu wanted to possess him, to feel skin and heat and everything about him coalescing towards a single goal, an end to feeling alone. He wanted to have this boy on the verge of becoming a man around him, surrounding him, becoming him. He needed to end the distance between them in order to truly live in sunlight rather then rusting in the shade, encompassed by this rather ordinary beginnings of a soul whose warmth had lulled him deeply into slumber once before.
He wanted to be a part of history again.
Yu's mouth settled on Yuuri's, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin while his tongue laved its way into the mouth which opened beneath his. He wanted to taste and so he tasted, delighting in the sweetness of his tongue brushing against Yuuri's. He delved deeper, needing to feel every inch of Yuuri's mouth and mapping out by touch the asymmetry within.
He loved the taste of flesh, of salt and sweetness and wetness. He loved everything about this boy whom seemed so commonplace but had such strength hiding within. It took a true man to admit vulnerability, to seek help, and to stay strong in his convictions. Yu was looking forward to aiding those dreams. He was looking forward to the future when Yuuri would become a King to rival kings. But to do that, Yuuri needed to harness every part of himself. He needed to count on every part of himself. He needed to be not only human, but demon. And to do that, Yu must lose himself forever in Yuuri.
Yu reluctantly pulled back, reigning in his desires. He did not want to scare off this gentle meeting of the lips and mind, but any more and he would push too hard, push too deep. He needed a moment to regain his equilibrium. He had been surprised at how innocent and fervent Yuuri's reaction was, taking and giving in tentative replies. Desires banked, he looked into Yuuri's eyes and rejoiced at the similar embers of awakened lust within. Instead of repulsion, there was yearning, and Yu found his hands on Yuuri's shirt, undoing the stays which kept the uniform tucked against his body. With an agility that amazed even him, he had the jacket unbuttoned, Yuuri's shirt un-tucked, and his hands were running down Yuuri's chest, savoring the softness of his flesh.
Everything about him suggested youth and sheltered living and yet this man was King and already accepting duty and challenges that would make many hardened men crumble beneath the weight. The smooth leanness which rippled beneath Yu's hands belied such strength, but promised much more. Yuuri would become a man ready to take on a world of prejudice and hatred for his ideals, and Yu was fascinated by it, to say the least.
Yuuri gasped. He had never been aware that hands could feel so warm and light against his skin. The friction of calloused fingers brushing against him left a trail of sensation along Yuuri's stomach and ribs. He could only hold tight and ride it out as his muscles clenched in an automatic response, simultaneously seeking and evading. He didn't know what he wanted, but he knew he was fascinated by the softness ebbing across Yu's face and the wonder lighting up his eyes.
He wasn't surprised when he found his fingers wrapping themselves lightly around Yu's wrists as though they had a life of their own. Nor was Yuuri surprised when he – almost idly – ran his palms up Yu's arm, reveling in the catch of fabric. What he hadn't meant to do was surprise Yu into halting the rhythmic slide of his hands across Yuuri's chest, but Yu did so anyway. And when Yu looked up at him with his fingers barely touching his upper body, a searing line of heat went straight to his groin.
A gurgled groan escaped his control as Yuuri closed his eyes against the sight of Yu's tortured expression, but he was very swift to halt Yu's second attempt to leave. "Don't," he gasped, tugging back on the arms he still gripped. In a small corner of his mind, he couldn't help but notice it was becoming easier to read Yu's emotions. He could feel excitement traveling up his arms from Yu, and he could feel his body adjusting, welcoming it. He didn't want this to end.
"Don't…stop," Yuuri gasped, searching for words that would placate him and beguile him into continuing. It was just touches, and he couldn't help but need more. His face became flushed the longer they stared at each other, and Yuuri turned away when the silence became overwhelming. He couldn't believe he just said that, and he couldn't believe how much truth was hidden in those words.
Yu smiled, his whole face lighting up in triumph. How could anyone resist this boy lying beneath him? Leaning forward, Yu laid down next to Yuuri, coming to rest with his thigh pressed against his almost lover and his arms resting along Yuuri's chest. This time, he was content to just lie there, luxuriating in the heat that wafted from Yuuri in waves of embarrassment and hopeful desire. He had a few moments to spare in idleness before he moved on to the next step, the next bit of territory to lay siege to. He was committed. There would be no turning back, now.
His eyes roamed the tanned skin which peeked from the white undershirt, haphazardly brushed aside during his earlier foray. He gazed at the sight of his leg covering one of Yuuri's; the slight bulge in his pants daring Yu to try more. He was content and the feeling was one which had escaped him ever since Yuuri had been forcibly dragged into this world of demons and humans, and they had been shaken out from their saturated state into separate entities.
Shifting closer, he laid his head next to Yuuri's and waited until the boy gathered the courage to face him, cheeks still scarlet with color. Yu brushed his hand through his hair, noticing the length which had grown slightly since his first visit some weeks ago. It was soft, much softer than he remembered and most likely owed thanks to the soap found in the Demon Kingdom. Threading his fingers through the strands, he pressed his lips against the corner of Yuuri's mouth, picking up where he left off, his free hand trailing along the chest which was now sensitive to his touch.
In slow increments, Yu trailed his hand lower, massaging the muscles he passed into relaxation. Yu trailed a similar path down Yuuri's jaw and neck, using his lips to sooth the tension away, making Yuuri's head fall back in limp subjugation. On two fronts he attacked, and a third he executed in quick succession, rubbing his leg against Yuuri's. He wrapped his foot around his ankle, rubbing in slow, deliberate motions the calf from ankle to bent knee, persevering until at last Yuuri responded to his touch, rubbing back in return. And then, his hand brushed that burgeoning desire through the cotton pants of Yuuri's uniform.
"Yu!" Yuuri breathlessly cried. "Wha—what are you doing!" Yuuri's face broke out in embarrassment as he muffled his voice against Yu's neck whilst his hands frantically tugged at the one unzipping his pants with zeal.
Yu laughed softly. He could almost feel the rampant curiosity radiating off his companion, the desire to gaze down below and the mortification which prevented Yuuri from doing it. So he did the next best thing; he gave it a gentle squeeze, savoring the way Yuuri jerked against his hand. Yuuri's reactions were a true delicacy.
He smiled again, that unconscious reaction which was almost permanently fixated on his face as he continued to tease this other version of himself. Yu may be drawing upon the experience of a hundred lives lived since his first conception, but he had never experienced something as intimate as watching the minute change of expression on Yuuri's face, in his body. It was strange, knowing and yet not knowing how this boy on the edge of manhood would react to the slightest touch, the barest brush of his hand and lips. He would treasure this moment, and take joy in becoming one on a deeper level then even Shinou would suspect.
Leisurely, he finished unzipping Yuuri's pants, brushing his thumb along the head which was easily dislodged from the black thong underwear he had been forced to wear, even in disguise. Fascinated with the smooth skin, he swiped his thumb back over the area he just grazed, noting the fine details of the cleft running down the middle of his swollen foreskin. Yu especially liked the arm that snaked around his body, pulling him closer as Yuuri simultaneously attempted to still the hand that wrapped around him and increase the pressure of it against his body.
He hadn't had this much fun in ages.
"Yu," Yuuri whimpered against his neck, panting. It was all he could say against the roughness of Yu's palm and the even stroking along his length. He hadn't felt this good since he stole fourth base to win that game against the district champions two years ago and that was an entirely different euphoria from the one running through his body now. He gasped as a second hand snaked between their bodies to grasp at the sac beneath, massaging the hardened balls lying within the stretched skin. It made his back arch and his hips jerk suddenly.
It wasn't fair, this tortuous desire welling up within him as he held on for dear life. He luxuriated in the hot kisses and the firm touches. He shivered as the blood coursing through his veins made his skin taut and feverish and full of life. He wanted to share it, to make Yu feel as he did, but he couldn't stand to bring himself to do more than cling to the only thing that seemed stable in this moment, Yu himself.
Closing his eyes, he whimpered again as his lips were released from yet another mouthwatering kiss. Yu rubbed his hand along the head of Yuuri's erection, the sensitive pad barely catching against the increasingly wet surface. "It's okay, Yuuri," he whispered into the ear that was flushed red with the pounding blood flowing through him. He gave it a gentle tug, fascinated with the strangled moan of Yuuri's reply. He smiled, kissing the tender flesh. "There's no need to be frightened. It's going to be okay."
Yuuri shook his head, pulling his ear safely out of Yu's reach. He couldn't vocalize his desires, so he did the only thing he could think to do when assaulted from head to toe with unfamiliar sensations. He reached between their bodies with one of his own hands and rubbed it against Yu's crotch. He was captivated with the deep guttural sound of surprise which followed. It seemed rough, raw around the edges and not like the usual smooth undertones of maturity Yu typically spoke with.
He could grow to like this.
Yuuri swallowed, hard, and swiped his hand against Yu again, finding that focusing on his companion made it easier to withstand the desire coursing through his own body and how very close he was to coming himself.
With a muffled groan, Yu tore himself way from Yuuri's hand, wishing he could let himself get lost in those unexpected touches, that unexpected gift, but he didn't have time. He needed to end this quickly, because he could sense the tides turning outside the human shell of Yuuri's body. He could almost taste how close they were to land and the approaching arrival of dawn. Yuuri needed to return to his friends soon or else their troubles would increase ten-fold.
Hissing, he unzipped his pants and pushed himself forward, rising above Yuuri with an agility born of years of mutual athletic activities. Their bodies were molded in the same shape, after all, and inherited all the merits and downfalls of said body. His breath escaped rapidly, unevenly as he held himself poised over Yuuri's wide-eyed gaze and willing body. The image would stay with him long after Yuuri finally came into his own; even if he forgot everything else, he was certain of that.
Slowly, maddeningly so, he prolonged the anticipation of fulfillment as he eased himself fully against Yuuri, basking in the heat which rebounded from one body to the next. And then he began to move, neither attempting too much nor too little. Yu wasn't about to tempt fate with shocking Yuuri by taking him here and now, but he would do the next best thing, though it may destroy his resolve.
He pushed against Yuuri's hip, rubbing against him, creating a fine sheen of sweat to aid in the sweet sensation of friction. Yu could feel his skin sliding against Yuuri's, the unexpected rise and fall of their erections stimulating him in uneven bursts of pleasure. First, his erection found a home against Yuuri's thighs, and then along his length. An eager thrust made Yu nearly come as his head grazed the fine hairs of Yuuri's stomach. The tiniest shift in his body moved the whole of his lower region as it bobbed in eager anticipation. The sweat began to pour off Yu's body as he slowly, exasperatingly so, continued to move, to embrace Yuuri as fully as he dared.
It was the hand which found its way from his back to the edge of his pants and underneath to his ass which hastened the end. He had been holding himself in check, but all resolve fled as Yuuri's fingers dug into one cheek. The pain that shot through his body as the nails found their way into his flesh made him buck wildly against Yuuri's body, thrusting down with instinctive desire. Yu growled against Yuuri's throat before biting down on the delicate flesh in an attempt to ease the hot flash scorching his body from head to toe as he continued to move on instinct alone.
He could hear Yuuri's own gasps and moans in his ear, the pleading in his voice as he inarticulately begged for more, begged for release across the channel joining them together. Overwhelmed, Yu felt his body convulse in wave after wave of pleasure, his semen gushing out in erratic bursts. He could hear Yuuri's panting breaths as he continued to strain, and he could feel the fingers that still flexed deeper into his skin as Yuuri struggled to understand what was happening and why he was still reaching higher when Yu himself was struggling to keep himself still, to ride out the last waves of their mutual desire.
Struggling against the lethargy which was creeping across his limbs, Yu reached between them, grasping Yuuri's heavy erection to give it a squeeze, concentrating on coaxing the bewitching moans from Yuuri's throat as he tugged and rubbed and stroked the length. It was only a few long seconds before Yuuri's face contorted in climax, the semen shooting out to cover Yu's still pumping hand. The image burned itself into Yu's memory, that innocently beguiling face shining with awe and desire and relief as that unattainable goal was finally reached.
Bit by bit, Yuuri returned to his senses, skin tingling still beneath the onslaught it had endured. He had never once thought it could be like this with another, and gazing into Yu's relaxed face made him feel a strange sense of satisfaction inside himself. He was glad he had given in to impulse.
Yu fell to the side, removing his weight from Yuuri's body once he had assured himself that Yuuri was okay, that he hadn't been pushed too far. It had been good, and although they had not completely joined, he could sense that the bond between them was stronger, the shared intense moment creating a bridge between their two bodies and minds. It wouldn't take many more like moments to complete that merging, and perhaps it was both selfishness and a desire to protect the innocence which clung to Yuuri like fine cloth which had prevented him from completely taking him. He regretted forcing his desires on him earlier when such sweetness was now willingly offered.
He wanted more of this before he let himself get lost in Yuuri's sublimely appealing soul. Sighing, he rubbed his thumb across Yuuri's mouth. "Thank-you, but now it's time for you to go. Dawn is almost here, and you must be ready for what lies ahead. Your journey is just beginning and you have much to do in the name of peace, justice, and your ideals."
Yuuri scowled. He was content to lie here in these arms which he would someday inherit. He didn't want to leave, but he could sense that Yu was right. He could feel the tugging strands of consciousness pulling at him, had been pulling at him ever since they shared that first kiss some few days ago in this dreamlike world.
"I'll see you again, right?" he asked as he struggled against a will that wasn't wholly his own.
"I imagine so," Yu replied, stroking the hair that laid beneath his fingertips.
"Until next time, then," Yuuri replied, fading from view.
Yu stayed still long after Yuuri disappeared, unwilling to leave the warmth he could still feel radiating from the spot next to him. There was time enough to return to his waiting game of observe and aid. For now, he would sleep and test the bonds which bound them tighter then ever together and perhaps dream of next time, that final encounter when he would disappear and all that would be left would be getting used to the new conglomerate which would appear in its place. He only regretted that he and Yuuri both would no longer remember many of these moments when that time came, lost as they would be in the grey region between their souls.
Author's Note: As mentioned previously, I am currently working on the Prequel to The Night Sings with New Radiance and
lenainverse has volunteered her talents to undertake the
sequel. Links will be edited into this post for both prequel and
sequel once they are posted. As for the title of this fic, Lena helped
give me inspiration with the following quote by Rabindranath Tagore.
"Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark."
Further inspiration came from the dual nature of light which symbolically fits (at least in my head) with the duality between Yu and Yuuri's existence.
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Date: 2007-06-05 06:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-05 07:41 pm (UTC)^__^
Thank-you for the lovely review ♥
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Date: 2007-06-05 07:53 pm (UTC)There appears to be something missing from the end of this; the thought is not quite complete?
peaked -> peeked
lied -> lay/laid
Other than those things (sorry for being nitpicky), this story is utter brilliance and I'm looking forward to reading more! Thanks Lena for reccing the story and thanks Parsnip-chan for writing it. <3
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Date: 2007-06-05 09:11 pm (UTC)I'm really glad you liked it and thank you for the review. Although, if you should be thanking anyone, it's Zipi for giving me the idea for this pairing in the first place ^^
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Date: 2007-06-05 09:13 pm (UTC)But in my defense, I was distracted by the HOT. ^^
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Date: 2007-06-05 09:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-05 11:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-06 01:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-06 01:29 am (UTC)Eeeee. Just. Eeeeee. And hot. And ♥
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Date: 2007-06-06 02:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-06 03:05 am (UTC)However, it brings up a lot of questions I have always had concerning what exactly Yuuri's other personality is. I've only seen the anime and what snippets are available of the novels, and I was just wondering if there are any canon explanations for his other personality. I have guesses and theories, but I'd hate to contradict canon in anything I might write or discuss later (I hope I haven't missed it somewhere in the anime).
I'm sorry if I am bothering you with this, but you seemed so knowledgable in your writing that I couldn't help but ask.
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Date: 2007-06-06 04:02 am (UTC)Partially, Yu's character evolved from the many attempts I tried to write this fic (hence why it took over 6 months to complete...when I wasn't being lazy that is) and partially his character derived from the idea that with each appearance of MaouYuuri, Yuuri took less time to recover from unconsciousness and also appeared to gain conscious control of his abilities. Eventually, we see that these two 'personalities' appear to have merged together to be Yuuri, Maou of Shin of Makoku. I took that idea and ran with it.
In general, I wouldn't be worried about contradicting canon. Even canon can be interpreted in many ways and whether you change your opinion or manage to make someone else think about yours seriously, it's worth bringing up. In fact, that's why I love fanfiction so much. Everyone has a unique view on each character and seeing them portrayed in different ways makes me understand them better. It doesn't matter if it's something that tells me, 'Hey! that's not how he would react!' because I have to justify why I think it's wrong. Likewise the same happens if he does something completely unexpected but I think it fits his character. It's all worthwhile.
Good luck with your future efforts!
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Date: 2007-06-06 04:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-06 04:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-06 04:53 am (UTC)...
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Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I...it...Maoucest! Hot!
*ded*
More coherent reply when not drugged with both real drugs and utter and complete, perfect, soulcesty goodness
*goo*
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Date: 2007-06-06 03:30 pm (UTC)*packs blankets around Zipi* Now you just take care and make yourself better! You always seem to get sick so often ;(
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Date: 2007-06-09 10:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-10 07:50 am (UTC)Thank-you for your review!
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Date: 2007-06-27 06:03 pm (UTC)fjdslajfalkfjlsdajfoiuoajklcjasldfsafdas BUH. *_________________________________________*
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Date: 2007-06-27 06:14 pm (UTC)I seem to get that a lot with this fic ;p
^_~ Glad you liked it ^__^
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Date: 2007-11-14 06:31 am (UTC)Just reading this makes me want to go search for some more Maoucest--too bad your's one of the very very few out there on the web.
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