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    Sandcastles and Fireworks

    in General RP

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    Sand held Satoshi tightly, feathering kisses to Satoshi's sweet mouth and nibbling his pierced lower lip. "I'll remember for us both, and when you need it, I'll pull us into communing and show you our music," Sand promised, his heart swelling with the utter beauty of their song. "Please don't lose all hope, saiai. Please don't let it fade. I can ask Ardiel if we can do treatments twice a day, if you want, or more. We can just sit in the Spring until you're healed."

    Satoshi giggled sweetly into Sand's kisses, and shook his head a little bit, nibbling back at the elf's soft lips. "Don't be silly. It'll be no use if we sit there so long that we get boiled like lobsters. But maybe we could stay longer."

    Satoshi pushed in for a slightly more possessive kiss, and one hand slid down to Sand's chest, teasing a nipple through Sand's tunic. "Maybe three or four hours a day? And you'll wear a fundoshi, whether you like it or not. I don't care that all those elves are there to heal something, I know how they look at you and that monster cock of yours."

    Sand's eyes welled with tears, and he nuzzled into Satoshi. "I'll wear a chastity belt if you want me to, I promise, saiai. I just can't bear the thought of being this close and losing it all. We could do two sessions, if you think that's easier on you. We can go in the morning, and then have lunch, and then go back to the Spring. Or we could even go at night. It doesn't matter when."

    Sand lifted Satoshi's hand and kissed it. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't think of the laptop sooner, so you could have hung on to your music a little better. I'm sorry I didn't try to get to you when I first felt the pain of your accident. I shouldn't have cared about who was there or what they'd think. I could have altered their memories later, made them think I ran over. I feel like no matter how much I love you, I'm hopeless at getting it right."

    Satoshi grabbed Sand's face between his hands and made the elf look up at him, his eyes bright, although filled with tears. "Don't! Shut up and stop it! Please. I couldn't let you know where I was when I had my accident, so you couldn't find me. And I can promise you that if you had brought my laptop and suggested I make music on that, I would have thrown it at your head, and not missed."

    Satoshi drew a deep breath, and bit his lip for a moment to make it stop trembling, then he let his breath out slowly and continued, "Don't ever say that you can't get it right, because you do. Every damned day, you do it right. Remember what I told your mother when I first met her?"

    Satoshi stared intently into Sand's eyes, and smiled. He sat down and pulled Sand over to straddle his thighs, his hands sliding under Sand's tunic to stroke his scarred back, caressing the thick welts. "I told her that you are perfect, just the way you are. I meant it then, and I mean it now. You are perfect. You fuck up gloriously, and you make up for it even more magnificently, and you only love me more when I fuck up. And I've been fucking up something major these past few weeks. So, please. Just help me hold onto the little bit of music that I can still hear, and I think we will be fine."

    Sand nodded, not even trusting himself to speak, instead opening his bond as wide as he could to let his love for Satoshi shine forth as he cupped Satoshi's face between his hands. Sand looked into the gorgeous dark brown eyes of his husband, and leaned in to kiss Satoshi, tender and possessive and sweet and fierce all at once, everything that Sand was being poured into the kiss. He could feel Satoshi's hands on his back, tracing the scars that bisected him.

    Sand had failed Vale, and hurt him terribly, something they had never recovered from if he was being honest with himself. Sand had failed Tae, despite trying his best to protect her and keep her from harm, and still he had been reduced to watching her slowly die from the damage done to her soul. Sand could not bear the thought of failing again, of losing Satoshi, even though this time he would at least have the consolation of not having to live on alone.

    None of Sand's fears made it through his bond to Satoshi, but he silently promised himself that when Satoshi was healed and stronger, he would tell Satoshi of these fears that he could not seem to escape. Sand had promised Satoshi not to hold such things back, and he would beg forgiveness for not being honest immediately, but Sand knew he would be forgiven as long as he did share his fears at some point. Sand would not destroy Satoshi's trust, at least.

    Satoshi kissed Sand with all of his passion, opening their bond to let Sand feel everything that he felt, his fear and his loneliness, and most of all his fear of ending up alone, when everyone would give up on him and have enough of his dramatics. But he also poured through his undying love for Sand, stronger now than ever before, and the determination to not give up that was born from that love.

    Satoshi slowly teased Sand's tunic off him, trailing gentle kisses down Sand's neck to his chest, and finding one dark nipple he latched on and teased the tight nub with his piercings and his teeth, moaning softly, as his hands traveled down Sand's back and into the waistband of his breeches.

    Sand found his voice again, giving out a soft moan of pure desire as he buried his face in Satoshi's soft cherry red hair, his fingers finding the zipper of Satoshi's favorite worn hoodie and sliding it down so he could tease the garment off Satoshi's shoulders.

    "Never alone, saiai," Sand murmured into Satoshi's sweetly scented hair. "Both of us, we'll never be alone again. We lost each other, and we found each other again, and I'm not letting go. Wherever you are, that's where I'll be, at your side, loving you with all that I am."

    Satoshi nodded with a soft moan, and quickly he pulled his own t-shirt off, wanting to feel Sand's skin against his own. "Yes, saiai. And I'll be there for you. Wherever you are, there I will be. Always at your side, loving you with everything that I am," he murmured, before latching on to Sand's other nipple, and his fingers tugged hurriedly at the laces of Sand's breeches, his cock straining the front of his cargoes. "I want you, Masato. I want you now. You are mine. Always mine. And this is how we can keep the music alive. Let me make some perfect music with you, saiai, please."

    Sand eeled out of his breeches, and then his long fingers fastened on the button at the waistband of Satoshi's cargoes, Sand's need as urgent as Satoshi's. Sand's cock was hard and jutting out from its nest of dark curls, and it twitched as Satoshi plundered Sand's nipples relentlessly.

    Sand managed to get Satoshi's cargoes open, and he tugged them past Satoshi's hips, both he and Satoshi by now lying side by side on the bed. Satoshi had put on his boxers before leaving the Spring, his wet fundoshi put aside to be washed, and Sand moaned again as he cupped Satoshi's cock through the fabric of the tight little boxers. Sand slid long fingers into the waistband of Satoshi's boxers and slid down on the bed as he peeled them off, his mouth hot as he nibbled kisses along the pierced imp's hard cock.

    Satoshi let himself fall back on the bed when Sand's lips wrapped around his cock, and his hand tangled in the elf's raven hair, his fingers finding Sand's ear to tease the sensitive shell. He looked around for the oil that he knew they had left on the nightstand, and grabbing it hurriedly he tugged a little on Sand's hair, asking in a husky voice, "Do you want me to prepare you, or can I just take you right now?"

    "Just take me," Sand replied, his voice equally husky. His blue eyes were dark with his love and desire, and he straddled Satoshi's thighs, letting Satoshi line his cock up with Sand's pucker.

    Satoshi wrapped his hands around Sand's hips, and even if his grip was not as strong as it usually was, Sand let Satoshi guide him down, his head falling back in pleasure at the burn of being breached by Satoshi's generous cock. Sand's bond was wide open so that Satoshi could feel the sensations that coursed through Sand as he was claimed and taken, and Sand let Satoshi set the pace as he gave himself over to his beloved imp.

    Satoshi slicked his cock quickly with a few drops of the oil while Sand climbed on top of him again, and lined himself up with Satoshi's cock.

    Satoshi moaned loudly as he sank into the tight heat of Sand's ass, his eyes glazed with the pleasure, and he opened up to Sand's pleasure with a soft purr, flooding his own sensations to Sand. Once Sand was sitting on his lap, Satoshi wrapped his arms around Sand's slim waist and guided him into a gentle but intense pace, his eyes never leaving Sand's blue eyes.

    Satoshi reached up with one hand and tugged Sand down for a kiss, nibbling at his lower lip for a moment, then he pulled Sand's head back and bit down on the spot on his neck just below his ear. He suckled the pale skin until he had drawn a vivid mark, the faint tinge of blood on his tongue, and he growled possessively at Sand, "Mine. Always mine."

    And through their bond there flooded a strong sense of possessiveness, Satoshi's utter certainty that they would never again be parted, and that Sand belonged to his pierced imp completely and utterly, mind, body and soul, and that Sand would never be shy to admit just that. And with that certainty came music. Glorious, wonderful music, as passionate as their love, and their love making.

    "Always yours, saiai," Sand murmured, his soul soaring with the gorgeous music that was theirs alone. Sand lifted his chin proudly, the dark mark on his neck vivid against his pale skin, and Satoshi could feel through their bond just how much Sand loved to be marked by Satoshi, to be claimed as Satoshi's.

    Sand leaned forward, pulling his hair to one side to keep his mark from being covered, and he lowered his mouth to kiss Satoshi, his tongue swiping across the piercings of Satoshi's lip. Sand's joy filled his eyes, and all the strength and certainty that seemed to have deserted the elf came flooding back as he made love with his soul's true partner.

    Satoshi answered the kiss with great passion, basking in the glorious love that was between them. He broke the kiss with a small gasp and leaned his head against Sand's chest, moaning softly as he guided Sand's movements on his cock.

    "Mark me, saiai. Claim me as yours. Let me know who I belong to," he whispered breathily, and cried out in pleasure when Sand's teeth dug into the skin at the back of his left shoulder, where neck met shoulder, marking him and claiming him.

    Erion and Takahiro arrived at the movie theater, their faces shining with pleasure. There was already a crowd gathered there, and there were ropes, and carpets on the ground, and a great many photographers. The two young men exchanged wide-eyed looks, but when they walked up, a little diffident, tickets in hand, they were whisked inside, shown to seats, and given complimentary refreshments.

    Erion looked at Takahiro when the usher had bowed and left after making sure that they were completely comfortable. "Wow. I mean, look at the treatment," Erion murmured quietly, sneaking peeks around. "I know so many of these people from tv and from bands. I feel like an imposter."

    Takahiro gigged nervously. "I know what you mean. I sort of wish I could take pictures, to show to my girlfriend, but that would be really rude, I think. But she is never going to believe this."

    "Yuki-kun! You made it! But where's Kansas?" Kohaku's voice startled Erion and Takahiro, and they all but jumped out of their seats, remembering their snacks and treats at the last possible minute.

    "Oh! Kohaku-san," Erion began and then blushed crimson at how familiarly he had addressed Kohaku in public.

    Kohaku hugged Erion, and then Takahiro, stepping back to look at Erion inquisitively.

    "He had to go help with Satoshi-san," Erion finished, his cheeks still bright. "You remember Aoki Takahiro?"

    "It's good to see you again, Aoki-san. I'm glad you came with Yuki-kun. Next time, let me know if you need more seats," Kohaku said with a little wink, his voice soft. "But that is a little more important than a movie premiere. Tell him I missed him, but the next time something good is premiering, I'll see him." Kohaku winked again and then raised his voice.

    "Why is it that when I want my picture taken, no one is around?" Kohaku struck a dramatic pose, pouting a little, and several photographers hurried over as Kohaku's manager waved. Kohaku threw an arm around Erion and Takahiro, holding up his fingers in his traditional salute, and the cameras flashed urgently as Kohaku turned his head a bit and even smiled.

    Kohaku then insisted that his manager use Takahiro's phone to take several pictures of Kohaku and Takahiro, and he signed a small promotional movie flier as well, to Takahiro's delight. Of course, everyone started trying to figure out who Takahiro and Erion were. They did not give names and just smiled and waved away any other questions, and Kohaku was equally uninformative, knowing that the guessing would be the best free publicity he could get, while the pictures would serve as perfect fan service.

    The movie lived up to all the publicity that preceded the premiere, and both Erion and Takahiro were on the edge of their seat throughout the movie, their eyes glued to the screen the entire time. By the time the movie ended, they were breathless from the excitement, and Erion could not wait to go with Kansas to see the movie, fully prepared to watch it again and knowing he would enjoy it just as much.

    They left the theater to find that it was snowing, the streets looking somehow magical as the snow sparkled in the bright lights and reflected neon. There was another picture with Kohaku before they left, and another tiny burst of questions that they brushed off as they laughed, their cheeks bright. Erion sent poor Takahiro into a fit of nervous laughter when he leaned over and whispered that Takahiro would probably wind up on the next cover of Shoxx. Kohaku went off into a slight diva moment, and in the ensuing flurry, Erion and Takahiro slipped away from the crowd of people.

    The whole commotion made Erion and Takahiro snicker all the way to the train, however, and they were still laughing when Takahiro got off to switch trains to go to his house. Erin waved to Takahiro through the window, looking at the snow that was accumulating rapidly on the ground. It had been unseasonably cold, cold enough that the snow was sticking instead of melting. Erion sighed a little as he settled back into his seat. It was the first real snow of the season, and Erion knew that Eryn would be up early to take Hikaru and Ryuu out to the little park to play in the snow. Normally, he would be out there with the boys, but his heart was just not in it, not now.

    Erion watched the snow falling rapidly, his spirits falling just as quickly. Snow was the harbinger of far too much that was painful for the young elf, and it was hard enough to keep his spirits up as it was lately. Satoshi's hands made him so depressed that he was not healing as he should have been, and Erion could only hope that Kansas would be able to help.

    Of course, it was not helping Erion that Kansas was gone, either. Yuji and Vale and Willow were home, along with Aika, Takara and Michi, but Hikaru and Ryuu were still at Eryn and Satoru's house. Mist had gone home with Santhiel, and Falon went with them for a bit, although he had promised to come back quickly. Erion was not looking forward to the next few nights alone. Yuji was feeling fragile from Satoshi's prolonged recovery, and Vale was the one he responded to best. Erion was loathe to interject himself there, especially since he and Vale were not intimate, and then Vale would be left out.

    Erion sighed as the train pulled into his station. He got off and walked slowly toward the estate, his soft doeskin boots even more silent with the snow cover on the ground. He had not worn a hoodie, or bothered with a hat of any kind, and the snow fell fast and furious on his silver hair, coating his peacoat and scarf as well in a covering of pristine whiteness.

    Erion punched in the access code and entered the estate, walking down the path to the house even more slowly. He was halfway there when he just could not continue. Off to his right was the small secluded area where Santhiel and Tsutomo would sneak off to smoke pot, and Erion veered off the path and into the little glade. His footprints were filled almost as fast as he made them, and he dusted off the back of the small wooden bench before hopping up to sit on it, his booted feet resting on the seat.

    Erion dug in his pocket and found his cigarettes, lighting one and smoking moodily. It had snowed like this the night before Kageoshi killed himself, and the next day, although it was not snowing any longer, had been grey and cold. Erion did not have to make an effort to recall, with crystalline clarity, running through snow-filled backyards and vaulting over fences, the exact sound of their feet hitting the crisp snow ringing in his ears. He could smell the sharp tang of the air as they puffed, billowing out clouds like dragons. He could see the whiteness of the snow, as white as Kageoshi's face, and he sobbed a little as he remembered the words to Kohaku's song for Kageoshi.

    Erion held out one hand, cupped a little, to catch the snowflakes, the way Kageoshi used to do. He could see Kageoshi clearly, his little pink tongue darting out to catch a white flake, his beautiful laugh ringing out as they hurried to their next class. He could feel the texture of Kageoshi's silly long scarf as it fluttered back and brushed his cheek, and the sweet flush on the teen's cheeks from the cold and from his delight in the snow. The snow collected in Erion's hand almost as fast as the tears froze on his cheeks, and Erion realized that his hand was almost as pale as Kageoshi's used to be, the last remnants of his Evereskan tan finally faded away.

    Erion struggled to bite back the tears, lighting another cigarette with his free hand as he watched the snow collect in the other. He remembered sitting on this very bench on another cold day, the ground covered with the remains of another snowfall, and telling Momo that he wanted to be with him, to be his lover, and he remembered so clearly the taste of the icy beers they had drunk. He remembered seeing that bright spark of something that would grow into hope, deep in Momo's eyes, and he remembered seeing that tiny flare of pain in Kansas's eyes as he urged Erion to help Momo heal, for Kageoshi's sake.

    It had not been snowing when Momo and Erion had finally split up, after nearly two years together, but Erion would never be able to forget the bone-chilling cold that had enveloped him when he had walked out of Eryn and Satoru's house that last time, leaving his key behind and getting into the taxi to come back here. He remembered the way his fingers had barely been able to move as he tried to call Kansas from the garden, afraid he had been gone too long to come back home again. Just as hard was reaching out to Momo, and trying to find a way to balance the friendship he could not surrender with the love he could not have.

    Satoshi's accident had rocked Erion badly, and Kansas's reaction had rocked him worse. He had accepted Satoshi's bond, and Satoshi's ring, and although he was the newest of Satoshi's husbands, it had hurt Erion just as much to see the pierced imp so injured, and to know what this had cost Satoshi. While Erion had managed to find some purpose in helping Willow and Vale, Kansas retreated into his past as Puppy, and that night when Puppy had raped Erion had pushed the young elf to the limits. But he could do more good by stepping back, and just helping quietly in the background, and so that was what he did as he clung to the knowledge that he had survived yet again.

    Erion's chest ached from the silent sobs, and his hand was more than filled with the icy snow, and he realized he had no idea how long he had been sitting on the bench. There was no sign of his footprints coming into the glade, and judging by the snow, he could have been just another garden ornament, frost-rimed and glittering. Standing was an effort, his limbs numb and slow to respond, with frozen tears beading his lashes, and he could barely feel his feet as he began to walk back down the path. His cupped hand would not open at all, and Erion simply ignored it, letting his arm fall and the snow spill to the ground.

    Erion's other hand was able to grasp the handle of the door, and Erion slipped in quietly, managing to toe his snow-soaked boots off as he hung up his peacoat and scarf. He sat and peeled away the sodden socks from his blue-tinged feet, sliding them into slippers quickly before hurrying up the stairs as quietly as a shadow.

    Vale looked up from the couch where he was curled up with Yuji, his eyes darkening a little. "Did you hear something?" Vale looked up at the clock on the wall and frowned a little. It was late, far later than it should have been for Erion to be home from the premiere. Vale did not have the kind of bond with Erion to be able to sense the younger elf clearly, and usually relied on his bond with Kansas to keep tabs on Erion, but Kansas was in Evereska, and Erion was all but invisible to Vale.

    Yuji looked at Vale and smiled. "Go check. You won't be happy until you do, my love."

    Vale chuckled a little. "You want anything on the way back?"

    "More ice?" Yuji rattled his tumbler a little, and nibbled a quick kiss. "And you."

    Vale grinned and sauntered off, putting a bit of a sway in his hips and hearing Yuji's muttered exclamation as he headed up the stairs. He could see a light under the door of Kansas's room, and also under the bathroom, and he paused to listen, hearing a slight movement in the bathroom.

    Vale opened the bathroom door and Erion looked up, his eyes a deep and stormy grey. The younger elf's hair was wet, his skin was surprisingly pale, and he held one hand awkwardly cupped at his side.

    "You alright, ai'edhel?" Vale closed the door and tilted his head, the slightest of frowns creasing his forehead. "It's pretty late. Was there trouble with the trains?"

    Erion managed a stiff smile that did not touch his eyes. "The trains were fine. I just needed to clear my head a bit. I should have called, I'm sorry."

    "You're freezing." Vale reached out and touched Erion's hand, the cupped one, the fingers faintly blue. "Fuck, Erion, we're not immune to frostbite."

    "It's not frostbite. I can feel the fingers." Erion flexed them, looking down so that Vale would not see the pain that flickered through his eyes. "I'm going to take a shower and warm up, okay?"

    Vale unbuttoned Erion's chambray shirt, the fabric damp, and he bit back a comment about that. He watched Erion fumble with the cuffs and then slide the shirt off his shoulders before reaching for the hem of his t-shirt. Erion managed that as well, but the button of his jeans was proving difficult, and Vale reached out to help, his eyes widening as Erion's hand clamped around his wrist with surprising speed and strength.

    "Thanks, Uncle Vale. I've got it." Erion's cheeks had a small bit of color, and he did not meet Vale's eyes, looking down and off to the side.

    Vale let his hand drop, Erion releasing his wrist. "Tell you what, I'll make some hot cocoa. Come down and get some after your shower."

    Erion nodded, biting his lip. Vale turned to leave, and Erion made a small noise.

    "Thank you, Vale. I mean it. Not about the cocoa, just about..." Erion's voice trailed off, and his breath hitched. "You've all let me have the room to figure things out. There are times, though, when I need to know I'm still an elf... It helps knowing that you're there. A lot."

    "I'm glad, ai'edhel. I'll be here whenever you need," Vale said quietly, and let himself out, heading back downstairs, his expression troubled.

    Vale swung by the kitchen to put up a pot of milk, and grabbed the bucket of ice from the freezer before heading back out to Yuji.

    "Was it Erion?" Yuji asked, sitting up when he saw Vale's expression.

    Vale dropped some ice in Yuji's tumbler, and then some in his own. "Yes, and it looks like he's been walking around in the snow for a while. He brushed me off, but it's a little awkward sometimes between us. I'm his uncle by virtue of having been Sand's lover, so we're family and not family all at the same time. The lines between us get complicated."

    "You want me to go see him?" Yuji offered quickly.

    Vale looked relieved. "Would you? He got... shy with me. I can't tell if he's just having a kneejerk human reaction, or if he's really hiding something, and I can't push."

    "Of course I'll go, my love." Yuji stood and kissed Vale, pouring his love into the kiss, and he could feel Vale relax.

    "I'm going to make some cocoa," Vale murmured when they broke apart, slightly breathless.

    Erion turned on the water, letting it run hot and fill the bathroom with steam as he returned to his struggle with his jeans, finally managing to open the button. He peeled out of the remainder of his clothing and stepped under the water, closing his eyes and letting it sluice over him.

    It always boiled down to the same thing, Erion mused. He would have a choice to make, and more often then not, the choice would involve deciding which option would hurt fewer people that he cared about, or would at least benefit them after the pain wore off. The only ache in his heart that had not been a choice was Kageoshi's death, and Erion wondered if that was why it still hurt so badly, badly enough to make snow trigger the bleakest of memories.

    And it was not like Erion could choose not to remember. He was an elf, for all that he had chosen to live as a human, and that meant that everything that happened could be recalled in reverie or while communing with the same clarity as when it had occurred. Every time Erion entered reverie was a chance to relive his life, and there had been enough lately that did not bear reliving. Unfortunately, the snow had brought the worst of it forward, and Kansas was in Evereska, leaving Erion alone with his memories. Erion let his head fall forward, his eyes closing as his shoulders slumped, resigned to a sleepless night. He would rather sit up and study all night than wrestle with what reverie would bring.

    Yuji went upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door before opening it and walking in. The room was thick with steam, and he could make out the vague silhouette of a slender body under the water.

    "Erion? You trying to boil yourself alive?" Yuji's voice was warm and teasing, and Erion turned his head to look at Yuji.

    "Did Vale send you up?" Erion's voice was carefully neutral, and he looked over his shoulder without moving out of the stream of water, although he did reach out and lower the heat a bit.

    Yuji sighed a little. "He's worried about you. Is that so surprising?"

    Erion reached for the shampoo and soaped his hair, the rich lather dripping onto his shoulders. Yuji took the opportunity to scrutinize the slender body, seeing no bruising or redness anywhere, just the gorgeous white tiger that Kansas had drawn for Erion prowling down the elf's back like a watchful guardian.

    Erion rinsed his hair and reached for the body soap, turning around to face Yuji. "I suppose it's not surprising. There's been enough shit going on in this family lately to make him jumpy, and I didn't think to call. I just needed to work some things out in my head." Erion spread his arms a little. "I'm perfectly uninjured, Yuji. I'm not going to fuck around and lie about something like that. Not with everything that's been happening."

    Yuji looked at Erion, his expression revealing his hurt. "I didn't come up here just to be a spy, Erion. I happen to love you, and I worry about you, too. Especially with everything that's been happening."

    Erion flushed, his cheeks turning bright red. "I'm sorry, Yuji. I'm being an asshole tonight. I just... Oh, fuck, Yuji, I love you, too. Do you know how pissed off I get that I have to wait until I'm one hundred to marry you?" Erion's blush deepened. "And that didn't come out right, either."

    Yuji chuckled, his sweetly goofy laugh. "It came out fine, my little love. I promise, the day you turn one hundred, I am going to marry you in Evereska, and we are going to fuck in the gardens until our grandchildren are bowlegged."

    Erion looked at Yuji and started to snigger. "I'll bet you say that to all the mopey elves in your shower."

    "Only the little silver haired ones," Yuji replied, and he relaxed as Erion's snigger turned into a giggle.

    Erion rinsed off, and Yuji grabbed a thick towel and held it out as Erion turned off the water, wrapping the young elf up and rubbing his back as he pulled Erion into a hug.

    "You sure you're okay, my little love?" Yuji tilted Erion's face up and looked deeply into the silver eyes, the blue ring around the irises glowing and bright. The beautiful amber pendant gleamed against Erion's skin, and Erion smiled a little as he saw where Yuji's eyes had been drawn.

    "I'm okay, really, Yuji. I love you." Erion nuzzled in and kissed Yuji, a sweet and yet chaste kiss. "And yes, I was thinking about our angel tonight. This helps, having this bit of him with me all the time." Erion's fingers stroked the amber pendant lovingly. "It was other shit, too, but the snow always makes me think of him."

    Yuji reached for another towel and began to dry Erion's hair lovingly. "I know it does. He loved the snow. I remember him and the rest of the posse, before we met you, having snowball fights the instant there was enough snow to scoop off the cars." Yuji's eyes lit up as he remembered.

    "And sticking his tongue out to catch snowflakes when we were running to the next building for a class," Erion said, and this time his smile reached his eyes and lit them.

    Yuji finished toweling Erion's hair and reached for the brush, surprised when Erion actually turned around to let him brush his hair. Yuji began to brush, the bristles sliding through the silver mane easily, and Erion all but purred. Bemused, Yuji brushed until Erion was practically limp with pleasure, and then started to laugh as he put the brush down.

    "You know, I think you're the only person in this family aside from Vale who doesn't scream and run away when I pick up a brush?" Yuji's laugh was bright and warmed Erion's heart. "Even Michi wails, and she's barely got any hair to brush yet."

    Erion looked at Yuji mischievously over his shoulder. "Well, you can brush my hair anytime, baby." Erion gathered up his wet towels and discarded clothing, and opened the bathroom door, peeking to make sure Aika and Takara were not around, then sprinting for Kansas's room, Yuji following sedately.

    By the time Yuji got there, Erion had pulled on sweatpants and a t-shirt, the sweats riding low on his slim hips. Erion did not miss the slight flicker of disappointment in Yuji's eyes, and he pulled Yuji into a kiss, not letting go until they were both slightly flushed and a little breathless.

    "I love you, Yuji." Erion stroked Yuji's cheek, looking into those perfect dark eyes. "But right now, I can smell that fucking cocoa, and I want a cup. Then you can fuck me spineless. If you want to." Erion turned around and sashayed to the door, his slim hips swaying beautifully.

  16. Now have 2 IDs

    in Archive Tech Support

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    Okay, I'm showing 4 accounts with that name in the directory. One is the account you linked above. The other three do not use the same email account as the one you linked, and so I cannot directly associate them with you.

    I think the best thing to do is to send an email (since we don't want you putting information out here in a public forum) with any email addresses you might have used to technicalsupport@adult-fanfiction.org. This way, the accounts can be merged, once you're added to the queue.

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