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Eryn smoothed the fabric of her new dress, surprisingly nervous as she looked at herself in the mirror. The fashions of this world suited her slender frame, and the royal blue dress brought out her dark blue eyes and added a sheen to her glossy raven hair. Her suede high heeled pumps matched her dress, and a black suede belt circled her tiny waist. Sand had given her a lovely strand of pearls, and she stroked them gently as she asked herself for the hundredth time why her heart was beating so fast.
The family had been invited to Satoru's house for a dinner to celebrate Momo's becoming a member of the Mori family, all the paperwork having been filed and accepted. Eryn had gone shopping with Willow for something appropriate to wear, and the two women had gleefully plundered the shops, buying everything from lingerie to shoes. Eryn even purchased a long wool coat to go over her dress since Sand had mentioned that her warm jacket might not look quite so nice.
A tap on the door startled Eryn out of her contemplation, and she called out, "Come in."
Sand walked in, his face lighting up when he saw Eryn. "You look lovely, atara." Sand leaned in to kiss his mother's cheek. He was wearing one of his more casual suits, paired with an amethyst shirt and a darker amethyst silk tie, his hair loose and silky. "That color suits you so well."
"Thank you, utinuamin, and thank you as well for the shopping spree. Willow and I enjoyed ourselves immensely." Eryn laughed. "You're spoiling me."
"You deserve it." Sand offered Eryn his arm. "Now, let us find the rest of our family, and go and celebrate our newest member."
"You like Momo, don't you?" Eryn asked.
"I do," Sand said. "He is a remarkable young man, and I am honored to call him my gikei. He is very good for Erion as well, and I have seen Erion mature greatly over the past few months."
"My Kansas is handling this all so well," Eryn remarked. "I have to admit, I was very surprised to hear that Erion was with Momo, but I agree. Momo is a wonderful young man. I think I scare him a bit, though, rather like poor Vale." Eryn laughed again, amused at the effect she had on both Momo and Vale.
Sand laughed as well. "My poor anor is merely intimidated by the fact that you disregard propriety with such glee."
The drive to Satoru's house was merry, Ryuu especially excited about seeing him. Ryuu was more than happy to have a sofu of his own, and Satoru was equally happy to have four grandchildren to dote on, treating Aika and Hikaru with the same love and warmth that he did Ryuu and Takara. It did Sand's heart a world of good as well, since he genuinely loved and respected his father in law, and seeing Satoshi back together with Satoru, another wound healed, made Sand ecstatic.
Satoru was waiting for them when they arrived, his face bright with anticipation as Ryuu raced into his arms, eager to be scooped up and hugged and kissed soundly. Everyone piled into the entryway, shedding coats and shoes and chattering all at once as Erion and Momo joined in to hug and kiss everyone as well. As the family began to move into the living room, Satoru looked around, and then turned to Sand, a little crestfallen.
"Didn't? Oh, she..." Satoru's voice trailed off and he shook his head a little in dismissal. A happy yelp caught Satoru's attention, and he turned back to the door to see Eryn coming from the garden with Hikaru, her face bright with laughter as she waved a little.
"I'm sorry," Eryn laughed. "Hikaru saw something, and he was off like the wind to the garden."
"Saw choo," Hikaru insisted, giggling as he held his arms out to Satoru. "Sofu, chu?"
Eryn laughed again. "My Japanese is still not good enough for me to figure out if he saw a butterfly or a kiss in the garden," she admitted, her cheeks slightly pink.
Satoru smiled, his face warm and gentle as he helped Eryn get Hikaru's coat and shoes off, and then he scooped Hikaru up and offered Eryn his arm. Hikaru squeaked a little as he was soundly hugged and kissed, giggling and hugging Satoru back, and Eryn slid her arm through Satoru's arm and let him escort her to the living room. Vale looked over at Sand and widened his green eyes very slightly, and Sand gave the barest of nods in return, both elves silently agreeing that Satoru looked like a young elf going courting while Eryn seemed as young as springtime.
The house looked wonderful, warm and inviting, with pictures everywhere, Satoshi and Ryuu and Yuji, at all ages and stages. The aroma of a wonderful meal had everyone's appetites whetted, and Satoru ushered everyone into the dining room, making sure that Eryn sat next to him. As they began to eat, Eryn noticed that Momo still had his hand wrapped, and he was having some difficulty with his chopsticks, and she caught Erion's eye and lifted an eyebrow fractionally. Erion widened his eyes a little and nodded, looking concerned, and Eryn resolved to take Momo on the side and check his hand later on.
Dinner was marvelously festive, and there was wine and sake for the adults so that they could properly toast Momo when he showed them all his new identification papers, in his proper name of Mori Mamoru. Satoshi had tears in his eyes as he hugged Momo tightly, whispering that he was granted his wish to have an otouto at long last. Sand hugged Momo as well, and told Momo he was delighted that Momo was now officially his gikei, which made Momo blush and duck his head a little. The three older children were excited to have a new otooji, and Ryuu hugged Momo extra hard, which made Momo tear up a little.
After dinner, everyone spread out a bit, Vale curling up on the couch with Willow and Takara while Yuji and Satoshi wandered around and looked at some of the many pictures Satoru had placed on the walls and tables. The children were delighted with the toys and other amusements Satoru had placed in a corner of the living room, and played happily. Sand was chatting with Momo about his classes, and Erion and Kansas were still sitting at the dining table, nibbling a few last sweets and talking about Kansas's job prospects now that he had graduated. Kansas had graduated with such outstanding grades and honors that he already had several offers to consider, and Erion was overjoyed by Kansas's excitement.
Eryn was looking at some older pictures of children when Satoru came up beside her.
"Those are my other children," Satoru said quietly. "We lost them when they were quite young, all of them."
"I'm so sorry," Eryn said, laying a slim hand on his arm in dismay. "I saw the resemblance to the early pictures of Satoshi, but I thought they might have been relatives." Eryn shook her head a little. "It's hard for me to judge photographs sometimes."
Satoru looked at her, his smile gentle. "It's been a long time, and I've come to terms with the losses." He touched one photograph of a small boy.
"What was his name?" Eryn asked, and there was such tender concern in her voice that Satoru found himself not minding talking about the children.
"This is Kiyoshi. He was our first. We lost him when he was three." Satoru sighed a little. "We were at my mother's house, in a small country village outside Tokyo. She wanted to see Satoshi, who was just about a week old, and we drove there. There was a small pond on the property, and we left Kiyoshi to play outside. My wife was on the grass watching Kiyoshi, and I was in the house with the baby, Satoshi, with the door open. We heard a splash, but we didn't think anything of it, until I realized I couldn't hear Kiyoshi's laughter anymore. I went outside, and saw my wife pulling Kiyoshi from the pond." Satoru rubbed his forehead a little. "Kiyoshi must have gotten too close to the pond when my wife dozed off for a bit. He was so small."
Eryn looked heartbroken. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have asked. This is so painful for you."
The gentle empathy in Eryn's voice made Satoru smile a bit. "Honestly, it's almost a relief to be able to talk about them. My wife never wanted to speak about them. She acted like they never existed, which hurt more."
Eryn slipped her arm through Satoru's arm as he pointed to another picture. "This is Yuki. He was born just about a year before Kiyoshi died. He was about three and a half when we lost him. I was at work, and my wife called me, absolutely frantic. She kept saying that Yuki had drowned, and I thought for a moment that she was confused, or had made a horrible mistake. I rushed home, and the police were there, and an ambulance, and my wife was telling them that Satoshi had done it." Satoru sighed heavily. "Satoshi was just two, and he had no idea what was happening. The coroner said that Yuki must have fainted or something, even though the water in the bathtub was fine, not too hot at all. He just slipped under the water and drowned."
"Why would she have thought Satoshi did something like that?" Eryn asked, bewildered and dismayed. She knew Satoshi's soul, and knew that such a thing would have been impossible.
Satoru shook his head. "The best I could ever figure out was that Satoshi was trying to get Yuki to wake up. She said she found him in the bathroom holding Yuki's head under the water, but he told me that he wanted Yuki to come up and that his game wasn't funny anymore. I put it down to the horrible strain of losing another child so soon, and the worries over Satoshi's health." Satoru looked at Eryn solemnly. "The doctors had been telling us since Satoshi was born that he was too weak and wouldn't survive. The day he was born, they said he wouldn't make it through the night. He did, and then they said he'd never last the week. He survived that, but even when he was six months old, the doctors were still telling us not to get our hopes up. But Satoshi was stronger than any of us thought. He's my survivor, my precious son."
Eryn smiled as she looked over at Satoshi, laughing with Yuji over an older picture of the two of them, teasing Yuji about his blond hair in the picture. Vale had joined them, his bright laughter mingling with theirs, and Eryn smiled as she saw Sand look over at the three men with such love in his eyes. Eryn looked back at Satoru with a sweet smile.
"Satoshi is very precious to all of us," Eryn said, and watched Satoru's eyes light up.
"This was our princess, Amaterasu." Satoru showed Eryn a picture of a tiny infant. "She was terribly weak when she was born, and we lost her when she was about seven weeks old, not long before Yuki died. After her, my wife refused to even consider having more children, and threw herself into her work, and shut Satoshi and me out as much as she could."
"Oh, Satoru, she was a foolish woman to have done that," Eryn said, and there was something in her voice that made Satoru's heart skip a beat. He looked at the slender woman, the color of her gently tilted eyes making her look like an exotically blue-eyed Japanese woman. The warmth and concern in those eyes made Satoru smile gently.
"As I said, it was a long time ago, and I've come to terms with the pain. You never really forget it, but you learn how to live with it, and it makes me cherish the two sons I do have all the more." Satoru smiled again. "Would you like more wine?"
Eryn let Satoru lead her to the couch, and accepted a glass of wine, and she took Takara for a bit to give Willow a break, cooing over her newest grandchild with delight. Satoshi and Yuji came over as well, and Sand wandered back in to refresh his wine, and it was several minutes later that Eryn noticed that Satoru was slipping quietly out the door, onto the deck outside the house.
Eryn handed Takara to Satoshi, who nuzzled his daughter tenderly, and she slipped outside herself a few minutes later. Satoru was in a corner where he would not be seen from inside the house, and he appeared to be praying. Eryn remained where she was, watching quietly as he finished his prayers, somehow not at all surprised that he would be so reverent.
When Satoru finished his prayer, he reached out his hand, almost as if he was touching the cheek of someone only he could see, and Eryn heard him whisper, "Thank you." That was when Satoru noticed Eryn, and smiled a bit apologetically as he held out a hand to her.
Eryn walked over to stand near Satoru, looking out at the peaceful night garden. "Is everything alright?" she asked softly.
"Yes, it is. I'm sorry if I worried you. It was just that I suddenly felt a little overwhelmed with happiness at having everyone here, and having both my sons back in my life." Satoru smiled his gentle smile, and then he blushed a little as he continued. "So, your husband didn't come with you? He didn't mind you just traveling halfway across the world by yourself? Was he busy with his work?"
Eryn smiled a little at the sudden rush of questions, and the entirely sweet blush that darkened Satoru's cheeks. He reminded her so much of Satoshi at that moment, and she slipped her arm through Satoru's arm in a gesture that was becoming increasingly comfortable.
"I'm a widow, Satoru-san." Eryn's voice was gentle and warm. "I rattle around and only have to answer to myself these days."
"I'm very sorry," Satoru said, his dark eyes fixed on Eryn's blue eyes.
"It was a long time ago, right after Masato was born. Anessath was, well, I suppose the equivalent would be national security. He was on an assignment and was killed." Eryn smiled at Satoru. "Like you, I've come to terms with it, and I'm at peace with it. I raised my three children myself, although Masato is the only one who doesn't remember his father."
"Three children?" Satoru muttered in disbelief. "I still say you don't even look old enough to be Masato-san's mother."
Eryn laughed at that, her sweet laugh making Satoru smile. "Oh, dear, I can't imagine what you would say if you saw me with my older son. Or with my daughter, for that matter." Eryn looked up at Satoru, her eyes full of warmth. "May I ask you who you were talking to when I came out?"
Satoru looked a little disconcerted, but then he nodded slightly. "You heard that, eh? I have a gift, or a curse, whatever you'd like to call it. My daughter lingers around here the most. She worries about me being alone."
Eryn nodded. "I would call it a gift, most of the time," she said calmly, accepting what Satoru said as if it were perfectly ordinary, to his surprise. "I'm a healer, and the one thing I've learned over the years is that there is a great deal that goes on that can't be explained away with logic, but it doesn't make it any less real."
Satoru looked at the slender woman at his side, her easy acceptance both puzzling and encouraging. "It's a bit chilly. We should probably go back inside."
Eryn nodded, and let Satoru lead her back into the house, and back to the merry gathering. As she walked into the living room, she saw Erion fussing over Momo's hand a little, and Momo trying to wave him off. Eryn walked over to the two youngsters, beckoning them into the dining room.
"Is that still bothering you, Momo-san?" Eryn asked, taking Momo's hand in hers and turning it very gently. "It should have been better by now. Let me take a look."
"It's nothing," Momo insisted, but he did not pull his hand away as Eryn began to unwrap the neat gauze.
"That's why you come home with your hand aching from taking notes all day," Erion muttered, sitting next to Momo and draping himself over Momo's shoulder as he watched Eryn.
Eryn ran her fingers lightly over Momo's hand, feeling the swelling and irritation where the bone had not knit properly, and was chafing the surrounding tissue. The conventional method would involve rebreaking the bone and setting it anew, and Eryn discarded that without a second thought. First and foremost, she was a healer, and in the business of relieving pain, not causing it.
"This will feel a bit odd for a moment, and you may feel some warmth," Eryn said, and she gathered her magic and cradled Momo's hand between her hands, visualizing the bone straightening and the swelling subsiding. "You should have told me sooner that it was still bothering you. There's no need to suffer over something like this." Eryn's voice was kind and full of love as she ran her fingers over Momo's hand again. "Now, how does that feel?"
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Erion sank onto the bed next to Momo and wrapped his arms around Momo. "I know, baby. It's okay."
Erion's own eyes were bright with tears, and his throat felt tight as he looked around the room, everything reminding him so much of his adopted brother. The room was tidy and organized, so unlike the chaos that Erion managed to create with discarded clothing and books with scraps of paper shoved in them to mark his place.
On the bookshelves, all of Kageoshi's CDs and DVDs were lined up neatly, in alphabetic order, Erion noticed with a slightly teary giggle. The video games were just as orderly, and even Kageoshi's photo albums were arranged in chronological order. The bed was neatly made, not a wrinkle to be seen, and Erion could see tidy boxes on the shelves in Kageoshi's closet, above his clothing.
The posse just looked around for a moment, everyone almost reluctant to begin the task of dismantling the room. It still looked to Erion as though Kageoshi would coming bouncing in at any moment, with his beautiful smile lighting up his face as he flung himself into the arms of the nearest friend. Erion let his head rest on Momo's shoulder as he saw the neat stack of notebooks on the corner of Kageoshi's desk, on the side of his laptop. A cup held pens and pencils, and beside it was an assortment of Post-its and sticky notes, and Erion smiled again as he remembered Kageoshi's habit of making notes in his tiny neat kanji and sticking them into his notebooks. The teen had hated to scratch out or write over anything, because it made the pages look messy, and Erion had actually started his own habit of making notes only in the margins when he had an addition or comment because of that.
Erion turned his head and pressed a kiss to Momo's temple, utterly unselfconscious, and he stood and crossed to the desk, picking up the topmost notebook and leafing through the pages. True to form, the pages were filled with Kageoshi's neat kanji, and Erion smiled again, his fingers stroking the pages lightly. As he got closer to the end, small doodles started to appear, Momo's name repeated in perfect calligraphy, sometimes with small hearts near it or surrounding it. Erion had the most vivid mental picture of Kageoshi, sitting at his desk and reviewing his notes, and thinking about Momo and how best to kiss him.
Erion's movement seemed to break the spell everyone was under, and Takahiro picked up one of the many photo albums from the shelves, turning the pages and smiling at many of the pictures. Eric came over to look over Takahiro's shoulder, and Ryo joined Kansas at the shelves, the two of them looking at some of Kageoshi's books, all still in their dust jackets and ordered alphabetically as well.
Momo reached up into the closet to pull down a box, filled with Kageoshi's journals. Momo smiled a little as well, through the tears in his eyes, taking out a journal and opening it to a random page and reading a few sentences. He could almost hear Kageoshi's voice as he read, a breathless little giggle breaking up his sentence, a small hand flying up to cover his mouth. Momo put the box next to the hoodie and turned around to look at Erion.
Erion had opened Kageoshi's desk drawer, feeling slightly awkward about invading his angel's privacy even though he knew full well his angel would approve. There were some small books that Erion remembered, where Kageoshi wrote down quotes and things that meant something to him, and Momo reached past Erion to take them out and hand them to his silver-haired lover.
"You should keep these," Momo said quietly.
Erion looked up and Momo and nodded, placing them on top of Kageoshi's school notebooks.
"Where's his manga books?" Eric asked. He had begun to take more clothing from the dresser, folding each piece neatly and putting it in the cardboard boxes. He stopped suddenly and held up a t-shirt, a tourist shirt he had brought back from Sweden for Kageoshi. It was marked "small" but it had still fit Kageoshi like a dress, and Takahiro began to laugh a little.
"I remember that. He used to sleep in that. We called it his nightgown," Takahiro said.
Eric looked at the t-shirt, and then folded it with the same care he had used on all the other clothing, but he put the t-shirt to one side, patting it as he put it down.
Momo had smiled a little at the mention of the manga books, and he reached behind the nightstand, bringing out a hide-a-key box. Taking out the key, he crouched and opened the locked cabinet at the bottom of Kageoshi's shelves, revealing the treasure trove of manga that Kageoshi had kept hidden so carefully away.
Kansas began to snicker a little. "Where's the one where he covered up all the nipples with Hello Kitty stickers?"
Erion looked surprised, but the rest of the youngsters began to laugh, Kageoshi's prim attempts to clean up his beloved manga a much loved joke among the friends.
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Sand looked at Satoshi in wonder as he accepted the swaddled infant, his blue eyes filled with tears as he touched one velvety cheek with a slim finger. Eryn watched as Sand cradled the baby in the crook of his arm, a little tentative at first but with growing assurance. Her eyes were still tightly closed, as if to indicate that being made to yell was enough for the moment.
Satoshi sat very close to Sand, in case the elf needed assistance, Sand's slight nervousness translating through their bond. Although Sand had been there for Hikaru's birth, he had not had much opportunity to care for Hikaru until the little half elf was a bit older. Satoshi reached out and brushed a tangled strand of hair away from Sand's face, and that was when the baby chose to open her eyes for the first time, looking at Satoshi with her beautiful dark eyes.
Satoshi choked a little, his face covered in a radiantly gorgeous smile as he touched his daughter's cheek gently. "Hello, watashi no musume. I'm glad to finally meet you, Takara."
Takara regarded her chichi very seriously for a long minute, and then made a tiny contented noise, and Sand gave a soft sigh at how very perfect she was. Takara switched her gaze to her tousan, his hair uncharacteristically rumpled around his radiant face.
"Cormamin lindua ele lle, tinuamin," Sand murmured. "My hearts sings to see you, my daughter. You are a treasure, are you not, Takara?" He looked up, the love in his eyes making Sand look very young indeed. Very carefully, Sand handed Takara to Willow, and slid off the bed gingerly. "I shall go and find Ryuu, and Kansas. They should meet our treasure."
Satoshi curled up next to Willow and Takara, looking at Sand and nodding. "That's perfect, cormamin."
Sand paused at the door. "Vanimaer, I love you. Saiai, I love you. Thank you both for this amazing gift." He smiled and hurried off to find Ryuu and Kansas.
Ryuu was awake, sitting quietly on his bed as Sand came in. "Is the baby here, tousan?"
"Yes, sochi-chan, and you will meet the baby now, as soon as we can find your onii-san," Sand said, holding out his arms to Ryuu. Ryuu jumped off the bed and into Sand's arms, and Sand held his son tightly for a moment, breathing in the scent of warm boy that was so uniquely Ryuu. "I love you so much, sochi-chan."
"I know," Ryuu said, hugging Sand back. "Let's go find onii-san."
Kansas was hovering by the stairs, and when he saw Sand and Ryuu at the top, Sand smiling with joy, Kansas's beautiful face lit up and he raced up the stairs to fling himself on Sand and Ryuu.
"The baby's here?" Kansas asked, his eyes a perfect stormy grey, no fear or anxiety in them.
"Yes, come," Sand said, his joy overflowing. He wrapped one arm around Kansas's waist, Ryuu held firmly in the other, and he brought them back to Willow's room. Eryn opened the door for Sand, and Satoshi and Willow looked up, their faces glowing.
"Come on in, you two. Come meet your new sister, Takara," Satoshi said, and Kansas slid carefully onto the bed, his eyes wide as he looked at the tiny, perfect girl in Willow's arms. Ryuu crawled into Satoshi's lap, his face wreathed in a big smile.
"She looks like me," Ryuu said in awe. "My imouto looks like me." He touched Takara's cheek with one small hand, and Takara looked at her brother and made that soft little noise again.
"She recognizes you, sweetheart," Willow said, and Ryuu looked immensely pleased.
"Takara," Kansas breathed. He stroked the soft black fuzz on her head, and Takara blinked up at Kansas, her eyes so much like Satoshi's eyes, and Ryuu's eyes. "She's so beautiful. I'm so happy for you," Kansas said, his eyes welling as he hugged Satoshi tightly and then leaned in to cuddle Willow for a moment.
"Do you want to hold her?" Willow asked, and Kansas looked at Willow, his face lighting up.
"Can I?" Kansas settled himself carefully on the bed, and Satoshi took Takara from Willow and settled her in Kansas's arms, watching the little imp's face shine with a pure and confident love. Satoshi bit back a small sob, filled to bursting with pride and love as he watched Kansas welcome Takara.
After a long moment, Kansas carefully handed Takara back to Willow. "She's so gorgeous."
"Just like her mama and her chichi," Sand said, and Kansas grinned as Ryuu looked mildly indignant until Sand spoke again. "And just as perfect as her onii-san."
"Do you want me to send Vale and Yuji up? Aika's ready to explode down there," Kansas giggled.
Willow looked at Satoshi and Sand, and nodded. "Let's get them up here, and then I want to nap a bit."
Eryn nodded as well. "That's a good idea, my sweetling. You worked hard, and you need your rest to be able to care for this little lady." Eryn was mixing something up that smelled slightly fruity and delicious. "Drink this in the meantime. It will help your milk come in strong, and ease those last cramps and aches."
It was cool, and tasted like dragonfruit and oranges, and Willow drank it gratefully. "Oh, that's good, Eryn, thank you."
Sand looked thoughtful for a moment, and excused himself, hurrying out and returning a moment later with Satoshi's cell phone.
"You might want to call your father, saiai," Sand suggested, and Satoshi took the phone eagerly.
"I do, thank you, cormamin." Satoshi listened for a moment, until Satoru finally picked up, his voice fuzzy with sleep.
"Moshi-moshi, Mori Satoru here," Satoru said, his voice clear in the quiet room.
"Otousan? It's Satoshi. I know it's early, but I wanted to tell you right away. You're a grandfather again." Satoshi grinned as Satoru's happy yell carried through the phone.
"I'm on my way," Satoru said, and then, "I'm so happy for you, Satoshi-kun, you and Willow-san both."
The door to the room opened again, and Yuji came in with Aika in his arms, Vale right behind him with Hikaru. Kansas slipped back in and curled up on the bed next to Satoshi.
"Hey, Chippy," Yuji said, leaning over to kiss Willow. "Hey, love." Yuji kissed Satoshi as well, his perfect eyes bright with joy. "Is this our newest baby?"
"Hey, Pouty," Willow said with a radiant smile. "Meet Takara, our new daughter."
Aika looked down, her face lighting up. "I knewed it was a girl!" she said, clapping her hands. "Chichi, you founded all my dresses, didn't you?"
Yuji nuzzled Aika, and lowered her to the bed so she could see her new baby sister. "I'm sure I know exactly where that box is, my love song."
Vale leaned over to kiss Willow and Satoshi both, his green eyes brimming with happy tears. "It doesn't seem so long ago that Hikaru was born. To tell you the truth, I'm just as happy today as I was then." He leaned in to plant a soft kiss to Takara's forehead, her eyes taking in his bright hair. "Hello, Takara. You're so beautiful, aren't you?"
Hikaru touched Vale's cheek, his signal that he needed to talk to his chichi.
"What is it, my sochi-chan?" Vale asked, looking at Hikaru.
"Who Takara is?" Hikaru asked, looking back at the baby with bright interest.
Vale laughed and nuzzled Hikaru. "Takara is your imouto, your little sister, your seler'ai."
Hikaru thought for a long moment, and then he smiled his happiest smile. "Hikaru onii-san?"
"Yes, Hikaru, you're Takara's onii-san," Yuji laughed.
Hikaru squirmed until Vale set him down, watching the little half elf carefully. Hikaru crawled carefully over to Willow. "Hi, mama. I kiss Takara." Putting his words into action, Hikaru gave Takara a surprisingly gentle kiss on her cheek.
"Alright, my dears, we need to let Willow get some rest," Eryn said gently.
Yuji and Vale gathered up Aika and Hikaru, and they kissed everyone before they left. Satoshi looked as tired as Willow, and Sand leaned over to kiss them both tenderly.
"I am not as tired as you both are, my loves. I think perhaps Ryuu and I will find something to keep us busy until you have had a chance to rest," Sand said, his eyes filled with love as he helped Satoshi and Willow settle in with Takara between them.
Ryuu nodded vigorously. "We need a shower, tousan. But only one scrubbing behind the ears, because sofu is coming and we have to hurry."
"Of course," Sand agreed. "Then we can go in the kitchen and persuade keifu to make us something to eat."
Ryuu's face lit up, and he nodded eagerly.
Kansas flung his arms around Willow and hugged her, and then held Satoshi tightly for a moment, stealing a tender kiss. "She's perfect, loved. We're perfect, all of us, our family."
By the time Sand and Ryuu had showered and come downstairs, Erion and Momo were pulling up, and Kansas let out a shout of happiness as he flung himself into Erion's arms.
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I think this is the story you're looking for: Fallen Angel
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Eryn was already awake when Satoshi opened the door to Sora and Hawk's little apartment, and she slid out of bed and grabbed her small pouch of potions. She hurried down the hall to Willow's room, nearly tripping over a very bleary-eyed Sand as he emerged, his sleep pants hanging low on slim hips and his hair still tousled from his reverie. Kansas followed Sand, pulling his t-shirt on over his shorts as he ran into Sand.
"It's time, my loves," Eryn informed them, smiling at the groggy elf and the little imp. "Tea would be lovely."
"Tea," Sand muttered. "Yes, I think tea can be arranged." He wandered off in the general vicinity of the stairs, pausing only long enough to stick his head in the door of Yuji and Vale's room. "Our wife is in labor," he announced, and headed back toward the stairs.
Kansas stood wide-eyed for a moment, his heart racing a little, and then he took off after Sand. "What should I do?" Kansas asked breathlessly.
Sand could feel Kansas's nervousness through their bond, and he reached out to pull his imp into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "We will get the tea started, and we will deal with the children. Atara will have things in hand with Willow, but the children will need us to feed them and keep them occupied."
Kansas nodded, glad to have something to occupy himself. "I can have Ryuu help me with Hikaru. He likes to help. Aika's going to be the fussiest. She's older this time, and she'll worry more about her mama."
Sand held Kansas close for a moment longer, enjoying the feel of his imp in his arms and letting his endless love wash out over Kansas. "We will make sure our princess does not fret too much. I love you, my imp."
Kansas looked up at Sand, his eyes a beautiful stormy grey. "I love you, too." He flashed Sand his beautiful smile. "Go make tea, and I'll check the kids' rooms and see if anyone's up."
Eryn walked into Willow's room with a radiant smile. "It's time, then?" She had put the heavier waterproof covering over the mattress a couple of weeks ago, and she smiled at Satoshi, who was sitting next to Willow, gently rubbing her aching back. A pile of swaddling blankets and fresh sheets was placed neatly on a dresser.
"Oh, it's fucking time, alright," Willow groaned as another contraction rippled across her belly. "But my water hasn't broken. That's bad, isn't it?"
"Let me have a look, Willow-chan." Eryn ran her slim cool hands over Willow's belly, feeling another powerful contraction make Willow shiver. Eryn parted Willow's thighs, checking her dilation, and her smile grew brighter. "I think your child is finally ready to come out and meet us all. The baby is perfectly positioned, and I can feel the head."
Satoshi groaned a little, one hand moving around to massage his own back, but aside from that small gesture, he was completely calm, his hands gentle as he stroked Willow. Eryn was sure he was absorbing a great deal of Willow's pain, and he would need to shed some of that soon.
"What about my water?" Willow asked. In all of her previous pregnancies, it had been her water breaking that signaled the beginning of labor, and Willow was determined that nothing go wrong in this delivery.
"It's fine, my dear. Satoshi, my love, will you help Willow out of bed? We're going into the bathroom." Eryn took the other side of Willow, and she and Satoshi helped Willow into the bathroom, Eryn guiding her to the toilet. "Sit, and let me help your waters to break." Eryn ran her cool hands over Willow's belly again, calling on Corellon and feeling his divine magic coursing through her hands as she gently ruptured the sac.
Once Willow felt her waters spill, she relaxed immediately, and Eryn looked at Satoshi. "Why don't you wash your hands, Satoshi?"
Satoshi nodded and ran the water, washing thoroughly and shedding the pain he had absorbed from Willow at the same time. Eryn knew his method of shedding what he took on, and he immediately felt better as he felt the sticky black pain wash away.
"Wonderful," Eryn said, her eyes warm. "Now, let's get you back to bed. Willow, you're very close. This won't be a long labor at all, at least my part of it. You've been in labor for some time already, by the looks of things."
Willow turned her head to look at Satoshi, her face radiant. "You hear that, sweets? You ready to be a dad again?"
Satoshi kissed Willow tenderly. "I love you, my Akane. Thank you for this."
Eryn smiled and helped Willow to ease herself back onto the bed. "Satoshi, sit behind Willow and let her lean on you. You can stroke her and massage her, whatever makes you both feel better." Eryn checked again, and nodded, pulling the sheet up over Willow's knees.
The door opened and Sand came in, much more alert and bearing tea, hot water, and clean towels. Eryn took a cup with a smile, and Satoshi took the other two.
"Small sips," Eryn advised Willow. Willow just smiled that radiant smile, and Sand's heart skipped a beat at her pure beauty, Satoshi wrapped around her back with one hand stroking her belly. Sand sent a wave of love washing over his spouses, his eyes bright with tears of joy as he looked at the gorgeous picture they made.
Eryn looked at her youngest birth-son, his face shining with his love for the couple on the bed, and she reached out and touched his arm. "Tell the others everything is going perfectly, and it won't be very long."
"But hurry back," Satoshi said. "I want you to be here, too."
Sand nodded and left, hurrying to find his little imp and share the news, and then he ran back up the stairs to Willow's room, sliding onto the bed and sitting next to Willow, his blue eyes glowing with joy.
Yuji was the next to stick his head in the room. "Hey, Chippy, how are you doing?" His perfect eyes shone with endless love for Willow, and for Satoshi and Sand.
"I'm as big as a whale, Pouty, and I'm having a baby," Willow said with a smile, her eyes filled with love. "I couldn't be better." She spotted Vale behind Yuji. "I love you, too, sweets," she called, and Vale flashed her a radiant smile.
"The kids are still sleeping," Vale said softly over Yuji's shoulder. "You need anything?"
"Sand brought tea already," Satoshi replied, his cheek resting against Willow's head. Sand was gently rubbing Willow's back, his face as radiant as Vale had ever seen it.
Vale grinned. "I'll bring up breakfast after the baby arrives. I love you all." Vale disappeared and Yuji gave his spouses a last smile before he followed Vale.
Eryn lifted the sheet away and checked again, her smile widening. "It's just about time, my loves. Satoshi, do you need to wash?"
Satoshi shook his head, his eyes shining. "I'm fine. I'm ready."
Eryn looked at her beloved son in law, and her daughter in law, and her son. Normally, Eryn would have given Willow an herbal tea, and used her own divine magic to lessen the pain, but Satoshi had taken that role upon himself, and Willow looked completely comfortable as she leaned back against Satoshi and reached out to Sand.
Eryn opened her own empathic gift wide, and she nodded, more to herself than anything else. Satoshi was almost unconsciously shedding some of the pain without washing, his desire to remain with Willow strong enough to help him remain able to take away her pain.
"Alright, my loves. When the next contraction comes, it's time to bear down." Eryn waited, and then Willow's belly rippled, and Willow gripped one of Satoshi's hands and one of Sand's hands and bore down, her face flushing with the effort as Satoshi crooned to her and encouraged her with tender love, Sand adding his own endearments in lilting elven.
"Lovely, that's very good," Eryn said. "The head is almost out. That's the hard part, and the rest will come easy."
Willow was breathing easily, her face just lightly flushed, and she turned to look at Satoshi with a beautiful smile. "Ready?"
"I'm ready, my love." Satoshi let Willow grip him tightly again as another powerful contraction hit, and Willow bore down with all her might as Sand massaged her lower back.
"There's the head," Eryn said, her voice full of joy. "One more push, my dear. That's it, oh, here we are!"
Eryn sat back, her face glowing as she held up the perfect baby girl to show Willow and Satoshi and Sand. "Meet your new daughter, my dears."
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But in the end, I write what fits my story and if people choose to rate me down because of that, so be it. I pay more attention to reviews than ratings, to be honest, and I love good constructive criticism, which you can't get in a rating.
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Eryn smiled, a sweet shy smile that Sand had never before seen on his mother's face. She smoothed the tunic length sweater she was wearing over loose velvet lounging pants, the gesture a bit self-conscious, and Vale's eyes widened as she blushed a little before bowing gracefully.
"What a lovely thing to say," Eryn said, her cheeks delicately pink as she straightened up. "I'm so very glad to meet you, Mori-san. I would have known you anywhere by your resemblance to my wonderful son-in-law Satoshi-san. But please, I'm just Eryn, if you will."
Satoru straightened his glasses, looking so wonderfully handsome that Eryn had to look down for a moment, suddenly feeling as shy as an elfling. "And I'm Satoru, Eryn-san. And I meant it, really. You look far too young to have a child older than Ryuu-kun."
Eryn laughed, her hands flying up to pat her bright cheeks. "Masato is my youngest, actually." She sat on the couch, gesturing for Satoru to sit beside her. "I have another son and a daughter, Yuki-kun's mother."
"What brought you here?" Satoru asked, and immediately wondered if he sounded like an idiot. "Of course, the new baby."
Eryn smiled radiantly. "Back home, I'm what I suppose you'd call a midwife. Hikaru was born when the family was visiting me, and I was lucky enough to be allowed to deliver him. Willow's honored me by asking me to deliver this newest grandchild of ours as well."
Satoru looked a little surprised, but Sand leaned over with a reassuring smile.
"My okasan is being very modest. She is a physician in addition to being a midwife." Sand looked over at where Willow was sitting, with Satoshi beside her, gently rubbing her belly and smiling at the little kicks he felt. "She has delivered countless children and never had a single problem, including both of my nephews and Hikaru."
Satoru looked both relieved and impressed at the same time. "I didn't know you were a doctor."
Eryn laughed. "Titles are all well and good, but not very practical. I needed to do something to earn my living, and healing seemed the right thing for me."
"We should eat," Vale said, eying Eryn just a little warily. "I'll call for some takeout. Satoru-san, you'll stay and eat with us?"
"Oh, yes, of course, Akira-san, if you don't mind," Satoru said, managing to look away from Eryn. He was slightly flustered and feeling definitely awkward, but Sand's mother was nothing like what he had expected. He was saved from any further awkwardness by Ryuu, who came over and planted himself on the couch between Satoru and Eryn, beaming.
"This is just awesome," Ryuu announced. "I'm sitting with my sobo and my sofu."
Sand's smile was radiant as he looked at his son. "I think awesome is exactly the word." He looked over at Kansas "Shall we set the table, my love?"
Sand and Kansas wandered off to set the table, and Vale busied himself rummaging in the wine cabinet, locating some fine sake as well as an elven wine that Eryn liked. What Vale truly wanted was a large whiskey, but he decided that should wait until after dinner. The blond elf nearly jumped when Yuji came up behind him, taking the sake and smiling at Vale.
"Why so nervous, love?" Yuji asked, looking at Vale curiously.
Vale grinned sheepishly. "I'm probably reading too much into things. Don't mind me, but I've never seen Eryn blush before. I'm being an idiot."
Yuji laughed and leaned in to nibble a quick kiss. "You're a romantic at heart, that's all."
Vale started to laugh as well. "You're right, I am. Hopelessly." Vale relaxed visibly, and Yuji went to warm the sake for dinner while Vale opened the wine.
Erion had his arm wrapped around Momo's waist, holding tightly to his lover. "I really was a little bit worried, you know. But only because sometimes you forget that you can lean on me when you need to."
Momo smiled at his silver-haired little lover. "It's going to take me a while to get used to that, you know that, baby."
"I'm just glad you figured out what you needed to figure out," Erion replied. "Now, when do you think you'll hear back about the exam?"
"Look at you, ready to see me really putting my nose to the grindstone," Momo laughed. "I have no idea. How long before you heard back?"
"It was damned close to forever, or at least that's how it felt." Erion giggled a little. "I was cramming Japanese, I was seeing kanji in my sleep, and I kept wanting to throw up every time I looked at food. I was a wreck!"
Momo grinned and ruffled Erion's hair a little. "You, not eating? Now that I want to see," he teased.
"Hey!" Erion pretended to pout, and then began to giggle again. "But it's only because I think you'll be the most brilliant lawyer ever, baby. I have faith in you, I really do."
Momo looked at Erion, his dark eyes shining with love for his enthusiastic little elf. "Why? Why do you always have so much faith in me?" He pulled Erion into a hug, holding Erion around his slim waist as Erion's arms slipped around his neck loosely.
"Because you're brilliant, and determined, and strong, and sexy as the hells," Erion replied, stealing a kiss. "And that reminds me. How's your hand feeling?"
"It's aching a bit," Momo admitted.
"My sobo is a doctor. She can look at it for you." Erion stole another kiss and then reluctantly untangled himself from Momo before his jeans got too uncomfortable.
Momo looked a little dubious, but Erion gave him a quick smile. He tugged Momo over to where Eryn was sitting with Satoru. Eryn immediately agreed that she needed to look at Momo's hand, and Satoru watched as she felt the sore area deftly but gently, and announced that it was a fracture, and would heal itself quite nicely if Momo kept it taped as much as possible. She sent Erion to find her bag, which Sand had stocked with non-magical remedies, and she taped Momo's hand efficiently, explaining to him and to Erion how to wrap it properly.
The food arrived, and Vale and Yuji busied themselves setting out the meal, the delicious smells making everyone's stomachs rumble a bit. Ryuu in particular decided he was ravenous, and Hikaru giggled and tried to repeat Ryuu's announcement, making Yuji laugh and scoop up the little half elf for a nuzzle. Vale came out of the kitchen with the warm sake and a chilled bottle of alcohol-free white wine for Willow, as well as the elven wine.
When everyone had served themselves, and all the glasses were filled, Satoru cleared his throat and raised his glass.
"I have a small announcement to make," Satoru began, looking both slightly nervous and radiantly happy at the same time. "I know some of you already know this, but since he's willing to make it official, I think it's proper to share the news with everyone. I'm incredibly honored to say that Momo-san is going to legally amend his paternity to reflect the fact that I am his father. I have gained a son tonight, and one I am very proud to call my own, and I'd like you all to share my happiness."
Sand looked at Satoshi, whose radiant smile was as bright at Satoru's, and he sent a wave of joy and love through his bond with his beloved husband. Yuji had tears of joy in his eyes, as did Vale, and Willow beamed at Momo and Satoshi both. Erion let out a happy little yelp and flung his arms around Momo in delight, and Hikaru looked at all the adults before turning to Ryuu with a puzzled look.
"Momo-'tooji is 'tooji?" Hikaru asked plaintively.
Ryuu nodded firmly. "Yes, Hikaru-kun. Momo-otooji is really our otooji. He's your gifu's otouto."
Hikaru thought for a moment and then smiled happily. "Okay, onii-san."
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Pen Name: BronxWench
Story link: Remembrances
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Type of fic: Flashfic
Rating: Adult+
Fandom: Games > Dragon Age: Origins
Warnings: Anal, AFFO, ChallengeFic, M/M
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Sand held his temper firmly in check as he listened to Momo, and watched both Ken and Kenta with icy disdain, waiting for the first signs of violence to erupt. Sand sent a powerful surge of love through his bonds with Satoshi and Kansas, and a subtle reminder that he could and would protect them all should it come to that.
Erion's focus sharpened as well as he felt Momo bracing for the possibility of a fight, and his training with Santhiel kicked in as he regarded the two men levelly, not a shred of fear in his silvery eyes. They were both large, and strong, and he had seen Kenta's speed firsthand, but anger had robbed them of all finesse, and Erion shoved his own rage to one side as Santhiel had taught him.
As Momo continued to pour his feelings out to his father and brother, Erion kept his head high. It was not until Momo slammed his fist into the table hard enough that Erion's keen ears heard a snapping sound that the little elf moved, jumping a bit and wincing in sympathy even as Momo utterly ignored the pain. He listened as Momo disowned his family, and when Momo held out his hand, Erion took it with confident pride, standing with fluid grace to follow his lover.
Sand paused while the rest stood, his blue eyes colder than the heart of a glacier as he remained vigilant for any threat. Moving with the same striking grace as Erion, Sand turned his back on the furious men and followed Momo. Through his bond, he sent gentle assurance that the family would be there for Momo, to help him through this newest trouble. Momo had named Sand gikei, and that was a bond Sand welcomed and would honor for all the long years of his life.
Once outside, they separated into their respective cars, Satoshi driving Sand and Kansas back to the estate while Satoru followed in his car, Erion curling up with Momo in the back seat. Momo was withdrawn, his face a mask, and Erion tried to rouse him with small kisses and gentle touches, but Momo did not respond. Erion contented himself with taking Momo's uninjured hand and holding it tightly as he leaned into Momo a little, Momo's fingers icy in Erion's slim hand.
Erion watched Momo as they drove, wondering what was going on in his lover's mind. Erion had been so proud of Momo, his refusal to cave in to those two orcs absolutely magnificent. From his research for his classes, Erion knew Momo had been utterly correct when he told his father about their culture, and how Western thinking had changed it. Coming from a culture that did not disdain homosexuality or bisexuality himself, Erion had wondered why the Japanese had latched on to that narrow view. It was a question unlikely to be answered anytime soon, though, and Erion sighed and rubbed Momo's cold fingers gently.
They pulled into the estate and Momo took Erion's hand as they got out of the car, lighting a cigarette. He veered off and settled himself on a chaise longue, his eyes unfocused as he smoked, and Erion moved to settle down next to Momo, when Momo pushed him away gently.
"Don't. Please. I just need a few moments. Just give me a little while to think. Please just leave me be." Momo's voice was shivery, but it held no anger.
"Of course," Erion said, his voice gentle and full of love. "I'll be waiting, watashi no koibito. Take all the time you need."
Erion walked away, further into the garden and towards the training ground, lighting a cigarette of his own. He reached up and pulled the band from his hair, freeing it from the loose ponytail and shaking his head to settle his thick mane over his shoulders as he pulled out the ashtray he kept tucked under the bench. As much as he wanted to be wrapped around Momo, reassuring his lover that he was not alone and would never be alone, Erion knew Momo needed to work his way through to that conclusion himself. This was not like what had happened when they first made love, and Erion was not overly worried. He knew with a certainty that his time with Momo was not over, and they had a way to go yet in healing each other.
Erion finished his cigarette, and wandered back to the house by another path, giving Momo his time alone. As he came in, the sounds of the family settled around him, and Erion wandered into the living room, where Sand and Kansas were filling the rest of the family in on what had happened. Satoshi was in the garden, far too restless to sit still, and he had pleaded the need for a cigarette as his reason for not coming in. Satoru had stayed outside with Satoshi as well, concerned for both his sons. Erion curled up next to Eryn, settling into her embrace as she wrapped an arm around her grandson.
Eryn could feel the young elf's concern for his lover, and she stroked his silver hair gently. Pressing a kiss to Erion's temple, Eryn led him into the kitchen. She had made hot chocolate for the children earlier, and there was some left, and she heated it for Erion, pressing the warm mug into his hands.
"Tell me, utinuai," Eryn said, sitting next to Erion with her own mug.
Erion looked at his grandmother, his silver eyes just a shade darker than usual. "I don't know what to say. I love Momo. I know it's not forever, and that we're meant to have each other just for a short while, barely a moment as we measure time. But he's healing something in me that needs healing, and I'm meant to teach him how to love again. Kansas has seen it in his visions, and the spirit of my sweet Kage-chan came back to give us his blessing, although Momo doesn't know that part. Kage-chan will tell him when it's time, when he's ready to listen."
"And when it comes time to let him go, can you do that?" Eryn's quiet voice held all the love she had for her oldest grandchild.
Erion nodded. "I can, and I will. I'll send him off to the one he's supposed to love, who'll fill that empty place in him permanently. I'm just a stop on his journey, but it doesn't mean I don't love him well enough not to let him go. And I have Kansas, and forever, waiting for me."
"And right now?" Eryn looked at Erion as she sipped her hot chocolate.
"He's hurting, but Momo needs time to understand what he's feeling, and why. He just turned his whole life upside down, and as much as I want to be at his side, he needs me to be waiting instead." Erion looked at Eryn seriously, and she saw a glimpse of the elf he would be one day. "I'm fine, atararim. I don't need a bond between us to know that Momo loves me, and I love him fiercely. But he's just lost his family, and even if it was by his own decision, it hurts. He's working through his hurt until he can figure out how to share what he feels with me."
Eryn reached out and stroked Erion's hair gently. "I'm proud of you, utinuai, you and Kansas both."
Erion's cheeks darkened a bit. "I'm just growing up a bit, I think. It's about time, though. I asked to be granted the right to bond with Kansas, far earlier than I should have. It's time I started acting like I deserve to be treated like an adult, and not an elfling."
"You're doing fine," Eryn reassured the young elf. "Let's wash our cups and go back inside, shall we?"
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Erion tugged at his buttery-soft black leather blazer as Momo rang the doorbell. His royal blue shirt and slim black jeans were immaculate, and his hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, a few strands of hair framing his face. Erion bowed politely to Sakai Maki when she opened the door, but when he heard the disdain in her voice, his heart sank a little. He straightened slowly, his silver eyes darkening slightly.
Sand had looked at the street as they approached the house, immediately realizing that this part of Setagaya-ku was comprised of people who did not care, who had lost even the minimal pride that would make them clean up the trash in front of their houses. Sand had been in enough slums and back alleys in his life to know the difference between those who were poor but still proud, and those who no longer gave a damn. Sand wore a pleasant expression, carefully hiding his thoughts behind that as he too bowed to Sakai-chan slightly.
The inside of the house was as shabby as Sand had expected it to be, although he noted Erion's slight surprise. Sand was also quite disturbed by Sakai-chan's demeanor, and he flashed Satoru a quick look of sympathy as they entered, understanding his friend's dismay.
Momo's father was also not a surprise to Sand, his barely civil greeting precisely what Sand expected. Ken barely nodded at them, and Sand did not even bother with that much, since his social status dictated that Ken bow lower and it was simply impossible to do less that Ken's nod. Kenta was very much as Erion had described him, and Sand found the comparison to an orc to be quite apt, although Sand might have given the orc a slight advantage in terms of both appearance and intelligence.
Momo's mother urged them to be seated at the greasy and worn dining table, and Sand sat next to Satoshi, accepting a cup of bitter tea and a stale cookie with as much politeness as he could muster in the face of Ken's contempt. He could clearly feel Satoshi and Kansas's apprehension, and Sand attempted to radiate calm assurance to them, his eyes fixed on Ken and Kenta, greatly disliking the look on Kenta's face as Kenta sized up Momo and Erion.
Erion sat next to Momo, his head held up as he too looked at Ken and Kenta, utterly alert and focused. The silence dragged on as Momo's mother and a heavily pregnant woman who could only have been Kenta's wife scurried in to serve tea and cookies, and then fled back to the kitchen. Finally, Ken broke the silence.
"Now, what are you doing here, Momo-kun? And why did you have to bring these gaijin into my house, not to mention that uke. You know that I don't tolerate that kind of deviance in my house." Ken flashed a contemptuous look at Erion and Sand, and Erion lifted his chin slightly, refusing to be intimidated. Ken might call him a uke, but Erion was not going to rise to the provocation.
It quickly deteriorated. Momo informed his family that he was going to attend university, and they responded with derision. When Momo further explained that he intended to go to law school, Kenta howled with laughter.
As Momo snarled back, Erion's silver eyes darkened further, and he took a careful breath. Kenta's filthy words infuriated Erion, but he was not here to provoke a fight, and so he laid a hand on Momo's arm as Sand spoke up.
"I beg to differ. I have engaged in the practice of law in my home country, and Sakai-kun will be an excellent lawyer." Sand's cultured Japanese sounded out of place in the shabby house, and his blue eyes were icy as he regarded Kenta. "Sakai-kun is intelligent and determined, a formidable combination."
"I agree," Satoru said. "I'm entirely sure that Sakai-kun will be able to obtain both scholarships and grants, and I can recommend him for internships with law firms, including my own."
"Taking care of your own kind?" Kenta said, looking straight at Sand.
Sand favored Kenta with the sort of look reserved for an interesting new species of insect. "It may surprise you to learn that I am quite aware that I am foreign born, despite being a Japanese citizen now. I am also quite aware that I am bisexual, something that I do not find nearly as disturbing as you do. Neither of those things is at all relevant to this conversation, however."
"You should know that I would never recommend anyone for law school or for an internship if I wasn't absolutely sure that they could handle it. Sakai-kun has earned my respect and my recommendation." Satoru's voice was sharp, and he frowned slightly.
Erion could feel Momo trembling with anger and he could also feel Ken's eyes on his hand as it rested on Momo's arm. "I know you'll do well, Mamoru-san. You've helped me immensely with my general law class this term." Erion turned his head slightly to meet Ken's eyes, his head up proudly. "I have faith in you."
Sand could feel Satoshi and Kansas's outrage through his bond, and he sent back reassurance and calm. As much as Sand would have loved to have loosed some particularly nasty magic on Ken and Kenta, he knew that Momo needed his support and not more headaches. He caught Momo's eye and nodded, trying to let the younger man know that he was not alone.
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Erion managed to get Kansas into the house, his silver eyes dark with worry for his beloved. "You're so weak, 'lokiamin. Does it always drain you so much?"
"Not always," Kansas managed to say. He sighed as Erion managed to get him into the living room and onto the couch, his eyes fluttering closed.
Erion stood up, feeling Sand's hand on his shoulder. Erion turned and looked at the older elf, biting his lip a little.
"What happened?" Sand asked, as calm as ever. He cupped Erion's cheek gently, stroking his nephew's face tenderly. "Was it his gift?"
Erion nodded. "He used his gift so Kageoshi could say goodbye to me properly." Erion's eyes welled with tears. "I'm glad I got to see him again, but it took so much out of Kansas. How did you know it was his gift?"
Sand smiled a little, his eyes filling with love as he looked at his youngest husband, resting peacefully on the couch. "We have been working on strengthening our relationship, and our bond is growing. I am quite attuned to him now, as much as I am to Vale, although not as much as I am to Satoshi. I could sense his gift opening, and there was also a ripple in the Weave. Kansas's gift stretches across the multiverse. He may be one of the most powerful seers I have encountered."
Erion's eyes widened a little. "I don't care how powerful he is, this was hard for him." He ran a slim hand through his loose silver hair. "Can you help me get him upstairs to his room? I'm going to try and see if I can share a little energy with him."
Sand scooped Kansas up in his arms, lifting the slender imp easily and following Erion upstairs to Kansas's room. At least, that was how Erion was thinking of it these days, feeling a little strange returning there. Erion had taken over the guest room for his weekends, studying there and spending his nights there with Momo. Erion shrugged it off and hurried ahead of Sand to turn down the bed, fluffing the pillows a bit and watching anxiously as Sand laid Kansas down with the same tender care he used for Ryuu.
As Erion watched, Sand sat beside Kansas for a moment, brushing a stray lock of black and blue hair off Kansas's face and letting some of his own strength flow through his bond with the exhausted imp. There was such love in Sand's gesture that Erion felt a small shiver travel up his spine, and some of his lingering doubt about his separation from Kansas dissolved. For however long Momo needed Erion, Kansas would not be alone. Erion had always known that Satoshi would be there, and both Yuji and Vale loved Kansas profoundly, but seeing Sand's tenderness was the final touch that gave Erion a renewed sense of peace.
Sand looked up and saw Erion's expression, and smiled. "He is so very easy to love, is he not? And he loves with such fierce devotion in return. His soul is truly beautiful."
"You've seen it?" Erion asked, thinking about that pure white chrysanthemum, and the perfect blue core hidden under those pristine petals.
"It is something my windwalker taught me." Sand did not elaborate, and something told Erion not to push for more. Instead, he waited until Sand stood, and then the young elf dove into his uncle's arms, seeking the security of Sand's embrace. "Open your bond, hold him, and love him with all your heart if that is what he needs. He will be fine, aier."
"I know, toror' en atara'amin. I just... Lye naa nardane, fëalle ar' haba vee' er." Erion took a shaky breath. "I know, I think too much, when I'm not too busy not thinking at all."
Sand chuckled and pressed a kiss to Erion's forehead. "For now, just feel, and live in the moment. What is past cannot be undone, and the future is not ours to know. Do not try to live too hastily. The centuries will weigh heavily if you do." He gave Erion the gentlest of pushes, toward the bed and Kansas, and left silently, sliding the door closed behind him.
Erion looked at Kansas for a long moment, and then he stripped quickly and began to ease Kansas's clothing off. The imp stirred a bit and did his best to cooperate, and Erion feathered a tender kiss to Kansas's plump lips as he pulled off Kansas's tight little boxers. The young elf slid into the bed and pulled the covers up, wrapping himself around Kansas and opening his bond wide to let his endless love and energy bathe over his beloved Kansas. Erion was rewarded with a sleepy smile, and Kansas let his own bond open to receive Erion's strength and to return his love a thousandfold.
Erion did not take reverie, instead letting himself fall into a light meditation, the elven equivalent of a doze, as he thought about Kageoshi's words, and then about Momo. Erion was actually relieved to know that Kageoshi approved of what had sprung up between Erion and Momo, and he felt another wound on his heart heal and fade. Erion knew he had changed, and perhaps it was not a change that he needed to fear, but Erion still wondered what his family at home would say. But that, too, was the future, and Erion let it slip away from his thoughts as he nestled closer to Kansas, their hearts beating in the same rhythm.
Elven:
toror' en atara'amin – uncle (literally brother of my mother)
Lye naa nardane, fëalle ar' haba vee' er – We are entwined, his soul and mine as one.
~XX~
Vale looked up as Sand came downstairs, Hikaru making a surprising fast dash toward the gate that was frustrated when Sand carefully closed it behind him.
"How are they?" Vale asked quietly, his green eyes showing concern.
Sand touched Vale's cheek lightly. "They are young and resilient. Kansas used his gift and tired himself, but he has healed Erion further. Now, Erion will hold Kansas and offer his strength and love to restore his soulmate." Sand smiled. "I wager they will be down in time for dinner."
"Five hundred says they're not," Vale retorted, reaching down for Hikaru who was tugging on his leg.
"Five hundred that they're late," Yuji said with a grin, as he came in from the garden.
Sand began to laugh. "Well, then, we might as well just pay Yuji now, anoramin."
"Were we betting yen or gold?" Vale asked innocently, the glint in his green eyes mischievous as Yuji nearly choked.
As Sand patted Yuji's back helpfully, Yuji looked at Sand, his expression equally innocent. "Isn't your mother coming tomorrow?"
Vale yelped, his green eyes wide, and Hikaru squeaked indignantly as Vale's arms tightened a little too much for the half elf's comfort. Yuji and Sand could not help laughing at Vale's reaction, since for some reason that none of them could fathom, Eryn still made Vale feel like an awkward elfling.
"Do you need a paper bag, anoramin?" Sand asked, his blue eyes sparkling with merriment.
Vale was saved by Hikaru, who put one small hand on his father's cheek in a bid for attention. "What is it, sochi-chan?" Vale asked.
"Chichi, onii-san," Hikaru said, looking at the stairs mournfully. His little chin wobbled a bit, and Vale nuzzled Hikaru tenderly.
"Your onii-san will be down for dinner. They needed a nap, just like you do," Vale said soothingly.
"Iye nap," Hikaru replied firmly. He promptly gave the lie to his words by tucking his head into the curve between Vale's shoulder and his neck.
Vale smiled and rubbed Hikaru's back. "Hai, nap, and when you wake up, we can take a walk in the garden."
Hikaru made a contented noise, his green eyes closing as Vale continued to stroke the little half elf's back. Sand opened the gate, and Yuji pressed a kiss to Hikaru's soft curls as Vale took him upstairs to tuck him in.
Hikaru had moved to the nursery this week, in preparation for the newest baby, and he was quite proud of being such a big boy already, his toddler bed his new favorite possession. Aika had been equally thrilled with her big girl's room, and Ryuu had watched both moves with the patient indulgence of an older brother.
Willow was resting better with Satoshi beside her, and not having to worry about waking Hikaru every time she needed the bathroom during the night was a great relief for her. All of her husbands were more than delighted by anything that made Willow happy, much to her amusement, and watching them scurry around like busy worker ants had her snickering for days. Still, she was looking forward to the end of the pregnancy, not only to meet her newest child, but also to see her own feet again as she had grumbled to Sand. Sand had promptly offered to massage Willow's feet, resulting in her being far too busy purring to grumble any more.
Still, everyone, including Willow, was relieved that Eryn would be arriving the next day. Willow was given a due date of around the last week in the month, but due dates were unpredictable, almost as unpredictable as Willow's moods these days. Eryn's calm efficiency and her deep friendship and love for Willow would do a lot to soothe all of the family, and Kansas and Ryuu were particularly excited.
~XX~
Erion was startled out of his meditation by his cell phone playing the Kohaku ringtone he had set for Momo, a driving rock beat with Satoshi's guitar the perfect compliment to Kohaku's supple voice. Momo had found a batch of ringtones mastered by Satoshi as an Easter egg on the limited edition DVD Kohaku had given him, and Erion had promptly downloaded them for Momo, Kansas and the posse, each getting their own song.
Erion fumbled on the nightstand for his phone, still a bit disoriented as he answered. "Moshi-moshi, koibito."
"Hey, sexy," Momo said. "You fall asleep studying again?"
"Mmph, something like that," Erion said, his voice husky with the remnants of his nap. "Are you still at Mori-sama's?"
"Yeah, I am. The tutor just left, and I have a shitload of stuff to study. Mori-san's thinking about getting some takeout. Is it a big deal if I eat with him?" Momo asked.
"No, I don't mind," Erion said, stretching and rolling over onto his stomach. Erion knew that Satoru wound up rattling around his big empty house far too often, and he enjoyed it when Momo would stay and eat with him. "Honestly, I was thinking of spending the night with Kansas, koibito."
Momo chuckled a little. "I understand completely, baby. I'll drive over to the estate in the morning."
"Are you staying at Mori-sama's or are you going home?" Erion asked. It did not matter either way to the young elf, but he just liked hearing Momo's voice over the phone.
"I don't know. It depends on whether or not I have a few drinks with Mori-san." Momo paused. "I'll miss you tonight, sexy."
Erion could not help the grin that lit his face. "I'll miss you, too, koibito. I'll make it up to you tomorrow night."
Momo's chuckle sent a thrill up Erion's spine. "I'll hold you to that, watashi no yuki no erufu. I'll see you in the morning, okay?"
Momo ended the call, and Erion put his phone back on the nightstand, turning his head to see Kansas looking at him. "Hey, 'lokiamin. How are you feeling?" Erion turned and snuggled back against Kansas.
"Was that Momo?" Kansas asked, feeling Erion warm against him, his silver hair tickling Kansas's arm like it always did when Erion snuggled close.
"Yeah, he'll be by in the morning," Erion replied. He looked at Kansas, who still had a few shadows under his eyes. "You still look tired, baby. You scared me a little, getting so weak."
Kansas nuzzled his face into Erion's thick hair. "I don't usually do that, bring someone together with a spirit. It was a little harder than I thought it would be. I'm feeling better, though."
"That was just amazing, what you did. Could you hear what Kageoshi said to me?" Erion asked.
Kansas nodded. "I told him I would be able to see and hear him when he talked to you, but he said it was fine, that it wasn't anything I shouldn't know. So, I guess we have a date back here in a couple of centuries, huh?"
"I guess we do." Erion turned his head, angling for a quick kiss. "But I wanted to thank you, 'lokiamin. Seeing Kage-chan and knowing that he knows what's going on between Momo and me, and knowing that he's okay with it helps a lot. I kept thinking, in the back of my mind, that maybe I was somehow betraying Kage-chan, you know?"
"I know, isilmeamin. We know we have forever together, so I can wait until it's time for you to come home to me, but he wasn't here to tell you that like I am." Kansas kissed Erion again, a tender kiss. "I know it's a little weird, baby, but I'm sort of glad to know that there's an afterlife, for everyone, I mean."
Erion nodded thoughtfully. "You've always had your world, and I was raised knowing that Arvandor waited, so I always looked at death as just a temporary parting. But with Kage-chan, I wasn't sure what would happen to his soul. I just knew it wouldn't be going where I'm going eventually." He looked at Kansas, his expression serious. "You know I'm not going to Arvandor, don't you?"
Kansas reached over and touched Erion's cheek. "Are you okay with that, baby?"
"Yeah, I am. I think I always knew I wouldn't end up there. It was more knowing that I'd go on that mattered, but that part of me that never felt complete? I had no idea where the missing piece was, but I knew it wasn't in Arvandor." Erion put his slim hand over Kansas's hand, his diamond and sapphire ring winking in the light. "My soul belongs beside your soul, on our world, forever, and I'm happy with that." Erion tilted his face up again, and Kansas obliged, the two lovers kissing lazily and sweetly for several minutes.
They broke for air, and Erion moved to straddle Kansas, his silver eyes shining as he looked down at his beloved. "Later on, I want to go to our world. Take strength from me there. But for now, 'lokiamin, I just want you. Let me love you, slow and tender, baby."
Erion reached for the lube that was always in the nightstand, slicking Kansas's cock with a small amount. Erion lifted himself up and in a single fluid motion he impaled himself on Kansas's generous cock, his head falling back with the pleasure of being filled. Kansas moaned loudly, the sweet tight heat perfect. They made tender love, their bond wide open as their soul lights blended into a seamless whole above them.
~XX~
Momo pulled up to the gate of the estate around mid-morning, using the remote the family had given him to enter. He parked his car by the garages in back of the house and got out, coming into the house from the garden, and Vale saw him first, hurrying over like a man who had seen his rescue.
"Momo-san, you're here," Vale said, looking uncharacteristically jumpy. "Wonderful! Did you have breakfast?"
"I grabbed something on the way, Akira-san," Momo replied, puzzled. "Is everything alright?"
"Oh, no, everything's fine, really," Vale said quickly, sounding less than convinced of that himself. He took a quick breath, and then ran a slim hand through his hair. "It's just that Masato's mother is here," he added in a conspiratorial tone. "She's lovely, really. Very gracious, and kind, and for as long as I've known her, I turn into an awkward child around her."
Momo's eyes widened slightly. "Yuki-chan's sobo is here?" He felt his heart skip a beat. Erion had always talked about his family with great love, although Momo remembered his referring to his grandmother as Lady Iradil. "Oh, shit." He looked down at his faded and comfortable jeans and his thick long-sleeved shirt. He never needed to dress up around the family on the weekends, but this whole notion of meeting some Cornish titled lady was definitely making him wish he'd worn less faded jeans.
Vale nodded gravely. "You probably don't have a thing to worry about. She'll adore you because Yuki adores you. Hells, she adores me, and has since she met me. I just keep wanting to call her by her title and bow, and that just pisses her off no ends, but it's how I was raised." Vale shuddered a little as he heard Sand call out to him.
"Did you find the wine, anoramin?" Sand sounded absolutely happy. "Aier, would you go see what is keeping Vale?"
Erion came into the living room and looked around when he did not see Vale by the cabinet where Sand kept the wine. Spotting Momo, Erion's face lit up and he hurried over.
"Hi, baby," Erion said happily, wrapping his arms around Momo. "Did you hear? My grandmother's here."
Vale made a small and desperate noise, and snatched Erion's cigarettes from his hoodie pocket. "I'll just be outside for a moment."
Erion just shook his head in amazement, and then tilted his face up for a kiss. Momo obliged, but it was a fairly chaste kiss, and Erion looked briefly puzzled. Shaking his head a little, he grabbed Momo's hand. "Come on, since Vale's being a lunatic, let's grab the wine and I'll introduce you."
"I wish you told me," Momo said, hanging back a little. "I just threw on whatever after my shower."
Erion looked down at his own comfortable sweatpants, hanging low on slim hips, and his t-shirt and hoodie. "Atararim won't care, I promise. Please, baby? You'll really like her."
Momo sighed, but he helped Erion grab the wine and followed him into the dining room. Erion tugged Momo over to where a slender woman was standing, her raven-black hair hanging just to her shoulder blades. She looked as young as Sand, and Momo blinked a little as Erion grinned happily.
"Sakai Mamoru, I want you to meet my grandmother, Eryn Iradil. Atararim, this is Momo, my boyfriend."
Momo bowed with great respect. "It's an honor to meet you, Iradil-sama."
Eryn held out her hands to Momo, her blue eyes sparkling with interest and her smile radiant. "I'm so glad to meet you, Sakai-san. My grandson hasn't stopped talking about you since I arrived, and I'll confess that I've been curious ever since we got his letter. But please, you have to do one thing for me."
Momo looked at this small and vibrant woman, watching as she tucked her hair behind one elegantly pointed ear, the gesture exactly the same as Sand.
"Please tell me how I can help," Momo said politely.
"Call me Eryn?" Her smile widened.
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From the archive, and may the gods have mercy on my eyes...
...she got down and cleaned me up with her tong.And just to make it even better...
She came bake up when she was tone and kissed me... -
Erion looked over at Momo, grinning a little. "You know, in about twenty years, you better watch out, because I'll kick your ass at pool."
"Fuck you will," Momo laughed, aiming a playful punch at Erion's head and laughing harder as the elf ducked slightly.
They were just at the top of Momo's street, on their way home after a quick dinner at the ramen shop and a couple of games of pool. They had each had a couple of beers, but since Erion had classes the next day, and Momo had work, they had made an early night of it. Erion was still a profoundly lousy pool player, according to Momo, and the young elf had to admit, after getting soundly trounced, that Momo might possibly be right.
Just as Erion ducked, something hard hit him in the back of the head, and he yelled, his hand flying up to grab the back of his head near the crown. Momo turned to see why Erion had yelled, and as he went to look behind them, a rock hit him on the side of the head, staggering him slightly.
"What the fuck?" Erion spun around, his hand coming away bloody and he looked at the three men that had come up behind them.
"Aniki-san?" Momo sounded less than surprised, a note of resignation in his voice.
"Don't call me that, faggot-boy." Sakai Kenta glared at Momo, his face hard. "There's no faggots in my family, you little ass-wipe."
"This is your brother?" Erion asked, his silver eyes narrowing slightly. He looked at the other two men with Kenta. One was short and heavy, and moved a lot like the sumo wrestlers Erion had seen on the television. His weight was deceptive, and Erion was sure there was plenty of muscle behind that stout body. He held a chain in his hands, spinning one end, and he glared back at Erion. The other was not so stout, and taller, and he held a baseball bat in his hand.
Kenta was taller than Momo, and heavier, and moved with the grace of a boxer. Erion quickly assessed him as the greatest threat, since he would be fast and agile. Erion had watched Momo's moves when Momo pretended to box with him, and his years of training with Santhiel kicked in as he took a few deep breaths. Still, if this went the way this sort of thing usually did, Kenta would let his bullies start the fight, and then he would step in when Erion and Momo were softened up.
The sumo wrestler spoke first. "What's the matter, bitch? You get your period?"
"Good one, Hirose-san," the bat wielder snickered. "Look at the hair on that little ass-cunt. Looks like a fucking woman with all that fucking hair."
"Oh, great," Erion snarled. "Comedians."
"Shut the fuck up, you little uke," the bat wielder growled.
"You sure he's a uke, Noda-san?" Hirose said with a nasty giggle. "Maybe they're both uke. You a uke, ass-cunt?"
Momo looked at Erion. "Go back to the loft. I can handle this."
"The fuck I will," Erion growled. "I'm not leaving you alone to deal with this. There's only three of them."
"Ooo, is the little ass-cunt gonna stamp his faggot foot, and put his hands on his little faggot hips and pout at me?" Hirose taunted, swinging the chain a little faster.
That was it for Erion, and his temper flared. "What's the matter, big man? You need a chain to handle a little faggot like me? Don't worry, sweet thing. I like sucking cock, but you don't have one, so you're safe."
Momo nearly choked as Erion grinned at Hirose, cocking one hip a little and beckoning. "Are you out of your fucking mind, Yuki-san?" He turned around in time to see Noda moving closer.
"Go on, Hirose-san, Noda-san. Have yourselves a little fun," Kenta urged, folding his arms over his chest and aiming a nasty grin at Momo. "These faggots should go down fast."
"I'm gonna rip your head off, bitch," Hirose howled, dropping the chain and flexing his hands.
Erion blew a kiss at Hirose, his silver eyes sparkling, and Momo wondered how hard he had been hit on the head. "Oh, come on, sweet thing," Erion urged. "Show me how a real man does it."
"I'm no fucking faggot!" Hirose roared, and he charged the young elf.
Momo realized at that moment what Erion had done. Hirose was strong and nasty, but he was slow, and his anger was going to throw off his reactions. If Erion could keep out of Hirose's clutches, he might have a chance. Of course, that would only work if their attackers played fair, and that was unlikely. Momo resigned himself to a fight, hoping Erion would not get too badly injured.
Erion watched Hirose running at him, the way the man planted each foot as he ran, and he rose up on the balls of his feet a little, poised and ready. Hirose closed on Erion, and as he got within grabbing range, Erion sidestepped, fast and lithe, his hand snaking out to grab Hirose's wrist. Before Hirose could bring his other hand around to grab Erion, the elf had spun behind Hirose, still holding on to the squat man's wrist tightly. Erion brought his foot up and planted it in the small of Hirose's back, straightening his knee at the same time as he yanked back on Hirose's arm, and the man screamed as his shoulder was dislocated with an audible pop.
Noda moved in on Erion, his bat raised, and Momo swore under his breath as he moved to intercept Noda before he could club Erion. Momo grabbed Noda's arm, and Noda spun around, his elbow catching Momo on the jaw. Momo grunted a little, the pain making his eyes tear a bit, but his hand shot out and gripped the bat as he wrestled Noda for possession.
Erion sidestepped again as Hirose fell to his knees, retching from the pain of his dislocated shoulder. With almost casual grace, Erion grabbed Hirose's elbow with his free hand, still holding tightly to Hirose's wrist with the other. Erion slammed his knee up hard, and there was a horrible snapping sound as Erion broke Hirose's forearm. Kenta moved in on Erion, his foot slamming into the young elf and sending him sprawling.
The sound of Hirose's arm breaking distracted Noda for a split second, and that was enough for Momo. Momo wrested the bat free and swung it low and hard, connecting with the side of Noda's knee. It was Noda's turn to scream as his knee bent the wrong way, and Momo dropped the bat and drove his fist into Noda's jaw. Noda's stopped screaming abruptly, and he collapsed, unconscious.
Momo turned to look at Kenta, his knuckles aching from the punch. "Why the fuck are you doing this? What the fuck does it matter to you what I do?"
Erion watched Kenta carefully as he got to his feet, his ribs aching from the kick, his silver eyes narrowed again. He limped a little as he moved clear of Noda's sprawled form, and Momo's heart sank a little. Erion's speed was his advantage, and that was clearly gone.
"You think I want everyone on the pit crew talking about my faggot brother and his little ass-cunt?" Kenta sneered. "Not just any ass-cunt. You had to go find a fucking gaijin to fuck?"
Momo growled low in his throat. "Don't do this, aniki-san. Just walk away."
"Fucking coward," Kenta snarled, and he moved far faster than Erion anticipated, his fist snaking out to connect with Momo's eye.
Momo staggered back, but his fists came up fast, and he shook his head a little to clear it, his eye already swelling. "Get the fuck back to the loft," Momo told Erion.
Erion shook his head. "Fuck I will." He sucked in a breath, ruthlessly shoving the pain to one side as he put weight on his aching knee, his lips compressed in a thin line.
Kenta danced forward, a boxer's move, and he feinted, one fist crashing into Momo's ribs. Momo grunted, his breath knocked out of him, and Erion realized that Kenta would try to finish Momo off fast before turning on Erion. Stooping, Erion snatched up the chain that Hirose had dropped, wrapping it around his hand and swinging it low to catch Kenta's ankle. As the chain wrapped around the taller man's leg, Erion threw himself backward, using all of his weight to pull Kenta off balance.
Momo took full advantage of the chance Erion had given him, and he stepped into his punch, driving his fist into Kenta's stomach and driving the wind from his brother. As Kenta fell to his knees, Momo stumbled over to Erion and yanked the young elf to his feet.
"Come on, move it, Yuki!" Momo half dragged Erion down the street, fumbling in his pocket for his car keys, Erion managing a limping run. They tumbled into the car, and Momo started the engine, peeling out and roaring down the street past Kenta and his friends.
"Why the fuck did you do that? Why did you egg them on?" Momo demanded, his eyes fixed on the road.
Erion touched the back of his head gingerly, his hand coming away with more blood. "They would have done worse to us, Momo-san. They weren't just going to smack us around a bit. They were out to break bones and more."
Momo shot a fast look at Erion, the young elf pale but remarkably composed for someone who had just been in a fight. "Where'd you learn that trick?"
Erion winced a little as his seatbelt pressed his ribs where Kenta had kicked him. "I'm not exactly helpless. My father thought it was a good idea if I knew how to take care of myself." He fumbled his cigarettes out. "Want one?"
Momo shook his head, utterly exasperated, but he held out his hand for a cigarette anyway, coughing a bit as he took a deep drag.
"Where are we going anyway?" Erion asked.
"The hospital," Momo answered shortly, and he refused to speak again until they arrived at the emergency room. They went inside, Erion limping, and Momo pulled out his cell phone and called Kansas, merely asking Kansas to meet them at the hospital, and to bring Sand if he was around. Erion got a mulish expression on his face, but he slumped into the seat next to Momo and waited, his arms folded over his chest.
By the time Kansas and Sand arrived, Momo and Erion had been seen and patched up. Momo's head required a couple of stitches, and his ribs were taped. His assorted scrapes and bruises had been cleaned, and his black eye had been thoroughly examined to rule out serious damage to the eye itself. He was holding an icepack to his jaw and looking grim.
Erion's head had not required stitches, thanks to the thick mane of hair that had cushioned the worst of the blow, but his knee was in a soft brace and his ribs were taped as well. His left hand was wrapped in gauze to protect where he had ripped his skin off with the chain, and he was looking nearly as grim as Momo.
"Thanks for coming," Momo said, refusing to look at Erion.
"What happened?" Sand asked, his voice utterly calm. Kansas was stroking Erion's cheek softly.
Momo gave a bitter laugh. "Someone objected to our relationship. I need you to take Yuki-san back to the estate. It's not safe for him to stay at the loft."
Erion glared at Momo. "What? Not a fucking chance, Momo-san. I'm not going back to the estate."
"Language, please, Yuki-kun," Sand said mildly.
"I can't guarantee Yuki-san's safety at the loft. Those thugs could come back." Momo took a deep breath. "Maybe it's better if we don't see each other anymore."
"No!" Erion all but exploded out of his chair, and Kansas reached out to hold him. "Don't you dare, Momo-san, don't you dare do that to me. Don't break up with me to protect me. Break up with me because you don't love me, or because you don't need me anymore, but don't you dare tell me it's for my own good, because it isn't." Erion twisted free from Kansas's arms and slammed his fist into a stack of laundry bags on a trolley, a sob escaping him.
Momo stood up and grabbed Erion by the upper arms, spinning the young elf around to face him. Erion glared at him, his silver eyes brimming.
"I've failed once already. I couldn't protect him and I lost him... I don't want to lose you. I can't lose you." Momo looked into Erion's eyes, his own eyes filled with pain. "I need you like air, Yuki-chan, but I would rather live my life unable to love than lose you. I can't live with it if I lose you, and I know Kansas would never forgive me if I lost you." Momo reached out a trembling hand and stroked Erion's hair, feeling some of the tension drain out of Erion.
"What do you think I'll be doing at the estate, Momo-chan?" Erion's voice was softer. "I'll be worried sick about you the whole time, and wondering every minute of the day how you are. I'm not going to be able to think about anything else." He bit back a sob. "It goes both ways, you know. What makes you think I can lose you? I'll never be able to forgive myself if something happens to you. I can handle myself, Momo-chan. I'm not defenseless, and I think I proved that tonight."
Momo managed a small smile. "You were pretty good there, Yuki-chan," he admitted. "But I'm afraid they'll come back, when I'm not there. You don't know Kenta."
Erion lifted his chin stubbornly. "He'll come back whether I'm there or not, if that's what he decides to do. And I promise you, if he does anything to you, I'm going to flay him alive and tan his hide for book covers."
Momo laughed a little, looking at his stubborn little lover. "Maybe not book covers, that would be an offense to the books. Porno magazines, now those might be more appropriate."
"This Kenta, is he that dangerous?" Sand asked.
"He's a fucking orc," Erion retorted. "If I can't take down a fucking orc, then I don't deserve to be Santhiel's son."
"Dina, aier," Sand said sharply, his eyes flashing. "Be silent! Mind your manners and your language, or you will return to the estate on my word."
Erion bristled, refusing to back down. "I'm not a child, 'toror en atara'amin. I can choose my own path." Erion glared at Sand for a moment longer before subsiding, and sinking back down onto a chair next to Kansas. Kansas put an arm around Erion, rubbing the young elf's back tenderly.
Sand looked at Momo. "Yuki-kun is able to defend himself. His parents would not have let him travel here if he were not. And for what little it is worth, I do believe that his mind would rest easier if he remained with you."
"He's already gotten hurt," Momo said, looking Sand in the eye. "I'm so afraid to risk worse happening."
Sand nodded a little, looking at them both. "You both need to understand that sometimes, no matter how hard we try, no matter how much we may wish otherwise, we cannot always protect a loved one from harm. Dwelling on what you could have done or should have done does nothing except destroy you. It is far better to honor your loved one by living, and making something of your life that would make them proud."
Erion nodded a little, and turned to Kansas, who was looking at Erion with a deep sorrow in his eyes. "I'm sorry, 'lokiamin. What I said before... I'm just an idiot, with a bad temper and a mouth that doesn't know when to quit."
Kansas smiled and pulled Erion into a hug. "I know, isilmeamin, I know, and I'm sorry, too. But I was pretty stupid back then, too, and you know that'll never happen again." He looked into Erion's eyes, the sorrow replaced by his endless love for his little elf. "We'll never lose each other, I promise you."
Erion nodded, holding tightly to Kansas for a moment longer before Kansas released him. Erion turned around to Momo, and looked at his lover. "Let's go home, koibito."
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Vale roused at dawn, coming out of reverie and looking around with a moment's confusion until he remembered going back to Cho's apartment the night before. Vale could not help but smile, recalling the night with pleasure. Kai had been delicious, and Vale's first public appearance as Yuji's submissive had been exciting and successful.
Vale snuggled a little closer to Yuji, reveling in the warmth of his husband and enjoying the quiet of the early morning. Yuji stirred a bit, one hand sliding down to cup Vale's ass, and Vale made a soft noise as Yuji's hand slid over the welts, still warm and slightly swollen. It was not as painful as it had been the night before, but Vale realized ruefully that the car ride home would feel a lot longer. Still, it was well worth the discomfort when it was compared to the incredible levels of pleasure Vale had felt at the club and afterward.
Vale was content to snuggle a bit longer, but Yuji turned his head and pressed a kiss to Vale's temple. Vale tilted his face up for a deeper kiss, and Yuji obliged, plundering Vale's mouth for a long minute until he broke the kiss and put his mouth to Vale's elegantly pointed ear.
"Go and shower, my love. It's in the hall." Yuji looked at Vale, his perfect eyes full of love, and Vale gave him a radiant smile in return as he nodded.
Vale slid out of the bed, and Yuji watched as Vale collected his toothbrush from the overnight bag Yuji had brought. Vale's ass was still reddened, Yuji noticed, although Vale was moving easily enough, and the elf's back and thighs were already almost faded back to normal. Yuji knew Vale would tell him if it was too uncomfortable, and he also knew that Vale's tolerance for such things was quite high.
Vale padded down the hall to the bathroom, running the water in the shower and jumping underneath before it was quite hot. The cooler water on his ass made Vale squeak a little, but it felt soothing as it cooled down the warm skin, and Vale reached out to adjust the water temperature to keep it less hot than he usually preferred.
There was an assortment of hair products in the shower, which made Vale grin. He reminded himself with a small giggle that Kai was a hair stylist, after all, and he selected a shampoo and began to lather his hair, his eyes closing in bliss. Vale rinsed his hair quickly, and heard the bathroom door open, grinning again when Yuji joined him in the shower.
They washed quickly but thoroughly, Vale squeaking again when Yuji soaped his ass and then apologized with a sweet kiss. Cho had left a pile of thick soft towels out, and they dried off after rinsing the shower to clean it. Vale toweled his hair while Yuji brushed his teeth, and then Vale brushed as well, feeling refreshed and content. Yuji had brought in clothing for them as well, and they dressed, stealing small kisses but not wanting to monopolize the bathroom for too long. Vale was happy that Yuji had brought more silk boxers for him, and a more discreet shirt to wear over his jeans. Yuji looked concerned when Vale pulled up his jeans and winced just a little.
"I'm sorry, my love, I'll bring looser pants next time," Yuji murmured, and Vale leaned in for a quick kiss.
"Don't worry about it, a'maelamin. It just took me by surprise for a minute. I'll be fine," Vale assured Yuji, his green eyes bright.
They headed out to the open living area, to find Cho awake and in the kitchenette, making tea and breakfast. Kai was nowhere to be seen, and Yuji just handed Vale a mug of tea with a smile.
"I need to talk with Cho for a bit, my love," Yuji said softly. "Could you wait in the bedroom while we talk?"
"Of course," Vale replied, taking the tea and wandering back down the hall to the bedroom.
Kai was sitting in the window, smoking a cigarette, and he looked up with a bright smile when Vale walked into the bedroom. Vale had not noticed how the window was designed the night before, but it had a wide ledge and a railing, making it look like a miniature balcony. Vale grabbed his own cigarettes as Kai waved him over.
"Good morning," Kai grinned. "Grab a seat and have a smoke with me. We'll be in here for a bit before they come for us."
Kai looked utterly wonderful, his handsome face relaxed and happy, his long raven and pink hair framing his face beautifully in the morning light. Vale curled up opposite him, sitting with just the barest hesitation, and Kai grinned in understanding and sympathy.
"Sore, huh?" Kai asked.
Vale chuckled. "Just a little bit," he admitted, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep drag happily. "But it was wonderful."
Kai laughed a little, and then leaned forward, his dark eyes sparkling. "I just want to thank you for last night. It was utterly fantastic, and you were just amazing."
Vale gave Kai a radiant smile. "And I should be thanking you for helping to make my first time out in public as a sub so perfect. And afterward, well, I'm really glad they let us play. You were delicious."
"That was your first time out in a club like that?" Kai asked, looking a little surprised. "You seemed really comfortable for a first time."
"We've played, but only at home, so yes," Vale replied, shaking his hair back. The emerald circle at his throat caught the light, and Kai reached out a little shyly to touch it.
"Is that your permanent collar?" Kai asked, still a bit shy.
Vale nodded. "It is. Yuji put it on me nearly a year ago." Vale paused, not quite sure of the etiquette of these things, but Kai rescued him by sweeping his hair to one side and showing Vale a tattoo on the back of his neck. Vale remembered seeing it the night before, but in the haze of pleasure, he had not focused on it too clearly. Now he did, reading the elegant and simple kanji.
"This is mine," Kai said softly. "Can I ask, are you and Yuji in a twenty-four seven relationship as submissive and dominant?"
"I only submit to Yuji sexually," Vale replied. "I'm his permanent submissive, though, and he can trigger a scene whenever he wants. I can also ask for a scene, but only in certain ways that we agreed upon."
"Cho and I live in a permanent relationship as dominant and submissive. It's what I need, and it's actually given me the greatest freedom I've ever experienced." Kai smiled at Vale, his eyes filled with that wonderful calm acceptance, and Vale nodded his understanding. "I got the tattoo six years ago, but Cho gave me my collar eight years ago. The first two years were spent working out our contract."
Vale nodded again. "Yuji and I have a contract, but since we're only sexual, it was easier to write."
Kai lit another cigarette. "To tell you the truth, if Cho hadn't brought me into the dominant and submissive lifestyle, I'd probably have become a hikikomori. I was on my way to that, starting to withdraw more and more from society."
Vale's green eyes widened slightly. He had read about the phenomenon of young Japanese males, some in their early teens, shutting themselves up in a room in their parents' house and only emerging for a quick meal or a monthly trip to buy CDs, if even that. Some had remained in that self-imposed seclusion for ten years or more, and the issue was just beginning to be addressed. Kai seemed willing to talk about it, and Vale waited for him to continue, his expression full of warm friendship as he watched Kai.
Kai's face was sad as he went on. "Cho and I knew each other in high school, but she moved away before the last year, and things just started to fall apart for me. The previous year had been really bad, with all the drama of Satoshi being burned and being in the hospital, and then Yuji getting cancer for the first time. Yuji and Cho and I, we're all the same age. In fact, Cho introduced me to Yuji."
Kai smiled a little, but it was still sad. "Anyway, I felt so lost without Cho. You know what she's like. She's decisive and sure of herself, and she always knows what to do. I just barely managed to graduate high school, and of course that meant no getting into university, and my father was disappointed in me, which made me want to withdraw even more."
Kai finished his cigarette, stubbing it out. "I should probably explain that my family was a little different. My parents never put the kind of pressure on me that most parents do. They never hovered over me about school work, and if I stayed out late, it was no big deal. My mother caught me smoking when I was sixteen, and all she did was start buying my cigarettes. Same thing with beer. My father bought beer that was just for me." He sighed. "They wanted me to be happier than they were, without the pressure they had. The thing is, I needed to have the rules laid out for me. I needed the pressure. So, I fell apart."
"It's hard to imagine you like that," Vale said gently.
"Believe me, I was a mess. But when I was twenty, Cho moved back to Tokyo. The first thing she did was show up at my house, and at the time it felt like she was just pushing herself right into my life. She'd show up at all hours, and drag me off, sometimes with me kicking and screaming, but Cho doesn't take no for an answer." Kai laughed a bit, and his expression looked slightly brighter. "There was this one party, at a friend's house, and I was drunk and loud and being really obnoxious because I didn't want to be there, but Cho dragged me anyway. I must have hit just the right button with Cho, because she just turned around, grabbed me by the shoulders, shoved me in a chair, and told me to sit on my hands and shut the fuck up."
Kai laughed again, and this time it was his usual happy laugh. "I sat there for three fucking hours and never made a sound. Cho and I started dating after that party, and we started to explore the whole dominant-submissive thing, and it was like a bright light going off for me. This was exactly what I was missing in my life. Cho turned all the chaos and fear into order and security. It was even Cho who ordered me to go to trade school to become a hair stylist. I've been coloring my friends' hair since I was sixteen, and I used to love to braid and brush my little sister's hair, and Cho's hair, too."
Kai's smile was so beautiful that Vale wanted to hug him. "I think I understand, Kai. I only need this sexually, but it was the same thing when I met Yuji, that feeling like a bright light went off, and it all suddenly made sense. I'm so happy for you both, really. It's so obvious how much you love each other, and I feel so grateful to be allowed to share this with you both."
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Vale slid his long fingers up and tangled them in Kai's hair, savoring the slender man's delicious mouth, his own cock hardening again as he lost himself in the kiss. He was slightly breathless when they broke for air, his green eyes wide.
"Akira." Yuji's stern voice made the elf turn, always alert to any order from his dominant. "From this moment, you will be completely silent until you come. When you come, you may scream, but I don't want to hear a sound from you until then."
Vale nodded, expecting this restriction. Yuji knew it was hard for Vale to remain utterly silent, and Vale relished being challenged to meet this order.
Cho looked at Yuji. "Your pet is ready again so soon," she commented. "He really is very responsive, isn't he?"
Yuji nodded, pleased. "Yes, Akira is quite delicious that way." Yuji turned his attention back to the pair on the bed, idly palming his own cock through his pants.
Vale dipped in to nibble Kai's right ear, teasing the banana barbell with his tongue and pearly teeth, and Kai shivered in Vale's arms. Vale nipped his way down Kai's jaw, careful to leave no marks, and dragged his tongue over Kai's Adam's apple and down to the sweet hollow at the base of his throat. The swallows tattooed on Kai's chest intrigued Vale, and he used the tip of his tongue to trace their outline again before covering one of Kai's nipples with his hot mouth, sucking and teasing the tight little nub with his tongue stud until it was hard and erect. Vale accorded the other nipple the same treatment, and then kissed a trail down Kai's flat stomach, feeling Kai shiver beneath his lips.
Vale's goal was that substantial cock that rose proudly from its nest of raven curls. Vale paused for a moment, just admiring the sight of that cock, a few beads of precum oozing from the slit, the heavy steel ring utterly captivating. Vale's tongue flickered out to swipe at the precum, and he savored the taste, slightly bitter and a bit salty. Vale's lips parted, and his hot breath ghosted over Kai's cock, and the tattooed stylist shuddered a little with anticipation.
Vale did not keep Kai waiting too long, licking his lips and sliding them over the head of Kai's cock as his tongue stud delved into the tender cleft under the head. This time Vale allowed himself the pleasure of sliding his mouth slowly down Kai's cock, his slim fingers cupping Kai's balls and feeling their heaviness. When Kai's cock hit the back of his throat, Vale tilted his head and pressed forward, feeling Kai slide into his throat. Vale would have loved to have purred, but he had been ordered to remain silent, and he did not intend to disappoint Yuji by being disobedient. Instead, Vale swallowed lightly, enough to tease without pushing Kai over the edge, and then he withdrew his mouth with infinite slowness, finally releasing Kai and looking at the slender man with a beautiful smile as he silently begged to be fucked.
Vale's ass, while not as reddened and welted as Kai's ass, was still well striped, and the additional blows on his back and the backs of his thighs made for a lovely pattern. However, they also made it unlikely that the elf would be comfortable on his back, and so Kai used his hands to guide Vale onto his stomach. Vale rolled over, and brought his knees up obligingly, presenting the globes of his ass, his chest resting on the bed and his thighs parted slightly to reveal his tight little pucker. Kai dipped his head over that perfect ass, his tongue swiping gently over the pucker as Vale shivered in delight.
Kai ran his tongue over Vale's pucker again, more firmly this time, his tongue stud teasing the tight muscle and feeling it quiver. Kai pressed the tip of his tongue against Vale's pucker, his strong tongue demanding entry and Vale's pucker opened a little, letting Kai delve in. If Vale could have moaned, he would have, the sensation of being breached by Kai's tongue utterly perfect. Instead, Vale rocked his hips upward, letting Kai know that Vale wanted to be breached again, and Kai obliged, pressing his tongue firmly past that ring of muscle. Kai too was required to be utterly silent until his cock was buried in Vale's ass, or he would have moaned at the way Vale loosened as Kai tongue-fucked him, the elf writhing a little, wanton and eager.
Kai could not wait any longer, and he rocked back and reached for the oil, slicking his cock and pressing the head against Vale's loosened pucker. Vale licked his lips and turned his head to watch Kai's face, green eyes dark with desire, and Kai pressed the head of his cock into the velvet heat of Vale's ass. Vale's back arched, his hands clenching in the sheets, and his pearly teeth caught his lower lip as the elf pressed back again, wanting all of Kai.
Kai drove forward until his cock was fully engulfed in the tight ass of the elf, Vale's eyes fluttering closed as a sweet smile curved his lips. Vale's cheeks were flushed, his eartips rosy with his arousal, and Kai shivered, the barest whisper of a moan escaping his lips, permissible now that he was fucking the blond elf. Kai's fingers wrapped around Vale's hips, and Vale shivered a little as the slight sting of the whip marks that wrapped around his hipbones blended with the pleasure of being thoroughly filled by Kai's generous cock.
Kai withdrew and plunged in again, his heavy steel piercing riding Vale's prostate and sending white light exploding behind Vale's eyes, his back arching as his mouth opened in a silent scream. The sweet ache of Kai slapping against his welted ass and the relentless assault by that piercing on his prostate was almost too much for Vale, and tears beaded in his golden lashes as Vale reached for a pillow to bite, fighting the urge to howl his pleasure to the ceiling.
Kai was making soft sounds, little gasps of pleasure, and somewhere in the back of his mind, beneath the delirious feeling of Vale's tight ass, Kai remembered that he could not scream until he made Vale come. Kai released one of Vale's hips, leaning forward enough to reach around the elf and find his cock. Precum was beginning to bead the head of Vale's cock, and Kai used that to slick his hand as he began to stroke the elf's cock in time with his thrusts. Vale was rocking back to meet each thrust, not caring about the sting in his ass, wanting only to feel Kai in him, hard and deep.
Vale was panting silently, his chest heaving as he struggled to get enough oxygen, his whole body quivering with the intense sensations sweeping over him. Even with their bond muted, Yuji could feel how close Vale was, the elf's balls heavy and beginning to tighten, and Yuji licked his lips in anticipation.
Kai's thrusts were growing more ragged as Kai too approached orgasm, feeling his own balls drawing up. Kai sucked in a breath, slamming into Vale's ass, and he felt Vale stiffen beneath him, the elf's cock jumping in his hands, and then Vale's ass clamped around Kai's cock forcefully as Vale's cum erupted in a series of powerful spurts.
"Akira, let me hear your voice," Yuji ordered, and Vale complied, letting out a scream of pure pleasure, his lashes beaded with tears of pure joy as he slammed his ass backward, grinding himself down on Kai's cock, oblivious to the pain from his welts. Kai's scream joined Vale's as he emptied himself in the heat and tightness of the elf's ass, his cock buried as deeply as it could go. Their voices blended into a single wanton note, and Yuji's cock jumped under his hand as he watched Vale rear up. Kai's arm wrapped around Vale's waist as the elf turned his head to capture Kai's mouth in a searing kiss, tears of bliss tracking down Vale's cheeks as he shuddered through his release. Spent, Vale sank down to the bed, and Kai followed him down, his cock still buried in Vale's ass as they tried to master their breathing.
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Oh, well, yes. It doesn't have to be nasty. Constructive criticism was what I was refering to, but some people take a helpful review as a mean one. Bringing someone down doesn't do anything, but rewarding them instead of helping them is just as unproductive.
::nods:: I adore concrit, I really do, and it has made my writing stronger. And even if you really want to write a review praising a story, having no concrit to offer, tell the author what you liked about the story or even the chapter. Directed praise can be as useful as concrit.
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Vale had hissed a little in the shower, and again when he pulled on his tight silk boxers and dress pants, but when Yuji looked at him, Vale had just nodded to indicate that he was fine. His tight sheer shirt had elicited a small wince, but Vale's back was not stinging anywhere near as much as his well-striped ass. Yuji wrapped the beautiful scarf around Vale's neck, covering his collar, and then arranged Vale's hair over his shoulders so that he looked as delicious as he had when he entered.
Vale followed Yuji to the front desk, waiting in perfect silence, his head high but his eyes lowered as Yuji paid for their drinks. Vale followed Yuji down the stairs and out to the street, blinking a little at the transition from the intensely private world of the club to the very public world of the streets.
Yuji got them a taxi, and Vale swallowed hard when he realized he was going to need to sit. He took a deep breath and got in the taxi, his eyes watering a little when he sat down, but he managed not to make a sound. He snuck a glance at Kai, who was in a similar state of discomfort, but who was remaining equally stoic during the trip to Cho's apartment. The ride took only a little more than ten minutes, but it felt longer to the elf as he tried to brace himself against moving when the taxi made a turn or passed over a speed hump in the road.
The taxi pulled up in front of a very nice, very modern building, and Vale discovered that getting out of the taxi was even less pleasant than getting in. His breathing was a little shallow by the time he emerged, and he took a quick moment to surreptitiously shiver a little. If his walk was a little less graceful than usual, only Yuji noticed.
Yuji and Cho chatted quietly as they rode up in the elevator to her floor, and both Kai and Vale remained silent, eyes on the floor. Vale was still admiring how Kai maintained his perfect composure, flawlessly submissive even though Cho had removed his black leather collar. Vale had assumed that Kai was a permanent submissive as well, although he had not quite figured out how Kai marked that.
Cho led them into the apartment, and Vale snuck glances from under his golden lashes as Yuji reached out to remove his scarf. The living area was large and open, with modern light-colored furniture, and a floor to ceiling window opened out onto a balcony with a marvelous view. There was a small kitchenette in the open living area, and Cho stopped there to get drinks for her and Yuji before leading them into the bedroom.
The bedroom was also large, with a bed big enough to hold all four of them, and a small loveseat was positioned to give a perfect view of the dark wood bed. The sheets were a dark burgundy silk, and Vale felt a tingle of anticipation at how nice those would feel against his skin.
Cho and Yuji settled themselves on the loveseat, watching as Vale and Kai stood there, with lovely stillness and poise, waiting to be instructed. The golden-haired elf and the slender tattooed man looked utterly delicious standing together, and Yuji and Cho exchanged pleased smiles.
"Akira," Yuji said, and Vale stepped over to stand in front of Yuji, and then knelt gracefully, his golden head bowed a bit. "I am going to allow you to play some more with Mistress Cho's pet, since you have done very well tonight. Would you like that, Akira?"
Vale nodded, and Yuji caught Vale's chin in his long fingers, tilting the elf's face up. Vale's eyes were shining with pleasure, and Yuji stroked Vale's cheek lightly before letting go.
"Pet." Cho waited until Kai had knelt at her feet, his supple movements never betraying how sore he was. "Would you like to play some more with Akira? You may use your voice, pet."
"Yes, mistress, I would like to play some more with Akira-sama," Kai replied, and the desire in his voice sent a shiver up Vale's spine.
"Stand up, pet. Help Akira to remove his clothing." Cho leaned back to watch, Yuji's hand trailing over her shoulder lightly.
"Akira, stand and let Mistress Cho's pet assist you," Yuji instructed. Vale nodded and rose to his feet in a single fluid motion, ignoring the twinges from his ass.
Vale turned to face Kai, and let his eyes rise up to look at the slender man, his own green eyes darkening with desire. Kai began to unbutton Vale's sheer shirt, his fingers deft and sure, and Vale arched his back fractionally into the touch as Kai's fingers brushed against him. Kai slid the shirt carefully off Vale's pale golden shoulders, folding it neatly and placing it on a small bench.
Kai reached for the waistband of Vale's dress pants, opening those swiftly and easing them down past Vale's slim hips, revealing the tight silk boxers that barely contained Vale's straining erection. Vale stepped out of his pants, and Kai folded those as well and placed them on the bench. Vale's silk socks were next, and then Kai carefully slid Vale's boxers over his welted ass, sighing soundlessly as Vale's cock sprang free, still encased in the cock ring Yuji had placed on the elf at the club.
"Very nice, pet." Cho sipped her drink. "Pet, do you want Akira to help you undress? You may nod or shake your head."
Kai nodded, and Vale turned to Yuji.
"Akira, you may help Mistress Cho's pet to undress." Yuji watched as Vale nodded and turned back to Kai.
Kai had left his peacoat in the entryway, and Vale reached for the buttons of Kai's black shirt, opening them deftly, letting his long fingers trail over the tattooed skin that was revealed. The stinging in Vale's ass was completely forgotten as he slid Kai's shirt off, following Kai's example and folding it neatly before placing it on the bench. Kai's tight leather pants were next, and Vale was as careful as possible in easing them over Kai's ass, revealing tight short boxers. Vale let his hot breath ghost over Kai's cock as he lowered the pants, letting Kai step out of them and then folding those. Vale reached for the little boxers almost reverently, his eyes shining when Kai's substantial cock was freed, the heavy gunmetal ring in his cock making Vale sigh a little in anticipation.
"Very pretty," Cho complimented, looking at the two naked submissives. "Now play nicely. You have both been very good pets."
"Akira." Yuji waited until Vale was in front of him, and then Yuji removed Vale's cock ring. "Play with Mistress Cho's pet, but you must be quiet."
Vale nodded to show his understanding.
"Pet, you will remain utterly silent while Akira fucks you." Cho removed Kai's cock ring as well, and Kai led Vale over to the large and inviting bed.
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Pen Name: BronxWench
Story link: Uneasy Lies the Head
Review Replies: Review Replies
Type of fic: Flashfic
Rating: Adult
Fandom: Games > Dragon Age: Origins
Warnings: AFFO, ChallengeFic, M/M, MiCD, NoSex
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Vale bit back a moan of pleasure as the hot wax landed on his chest and ran down his taut stomach toward his abdomen, and his eyes opened as the feather tickler teased his ribs before moving around his side to his back. Vale's back arched fractionally until the elf mastered himself, Kai's hot breath on his cock setting off waves of anticipation. Vale could feel a drop of precum forming at the slit on the head of his cock.
Cho watched carefully as she stroked the feather tickler across Vale's skin, the elf sucking in a breath as he exerted his will and kept himself from flinching away from the maddening touch. The wax on Vale's chest had cooled, and Cho reached out to peel off a strip, admiring the slightly reddened skin beneath it. That earned her a small sigh from Vale as the wax came away, and Cho's eyes glinted a bit as she stepped back for a moment to consider her options.
Cho reached for the candle again and moved to one side of Vale, her beautiful eyes liquid heat as she looked at the pale golden skin of the elf. This time Cho let the wax fall on Vale's stomach, and Vale could not help a hissing breath as the hot wax ran down almost to his groin. Cho held the candle closer than Yuji had when he had done something similar, and the wax was hotter, and Vale gusted a soft moan at the pain that was just the right side of pleasure. Vale's reaction seemed to please Cho, and she ran the feather tickler along the outside of Vale's thigh, watching as he quivered helplessly at the touch.
While Vale was distracted by the tickling along his thigh, Cho tipped the candle again and coated one nipple with hot wax. Vale let a soft but very wanton moan slip, his eyes fluttering closed again as the hot wax heated his golden nipple ring, the sensation shooting up his spine and making his back arch. Cho coated the other nipple and watched Vale's cheek flush beautifully, a few more drops of precum running down the head of his aching cock.
Yuji pressed a little through their bond, and Vale lowered his shields enough for Yuji to sense his level of arousal. Yuji stood with liquid grace and reached around Vale to fasten a cock ring firmly around the base of Vale's cock and balls, and Cho smiled at Yuji as he returned to his place on the couch, his perfect eyes dark with lust.
Cho reached out and peeled the now cool wax from Vale's nipple, the nub ruby red against his golden skin, and Vale whispered a moan as the cool air hit the even more sensitive flesh. His back arched even more as Cho ran a piece of ice over the tender nipple, blowing softly on it to watch it tighten to pebble hardness. Just as Vale was adjusting to the coldness, another bath of scalding wax coated his nipple, and his soft moan was bordering on a wail.
"Pet, do you think Akira's cock is pretty? You may answer, pet." Cho looked down at Kai, still waiting with perfect stillness on front of Vale.
"Yes, mistress, I think Akira-sama's cock is very pretty," Kai replied, his voice slightly ragged with need.
"Would you like to taste Akira's cock, pet?" Cho asked. She reached out and peeled the wax off the other nipple, and Vale ghosted a moan.
"Yes, mistress, I would like to taste Akira-sama's cock." Kai's breath was hot against Vale's cock, and Vale fought the urge to buck his hips forward, managing to remain still.
"Akira, you will let Mistress Cho's pet taste you, but you will be quiet." Yuji smiled a little as Vale managed a nod to show that he understood, and Yuji tugged, the sheer pants falling away and leaving Vale gloriously naked.
Kai's mouth was soft, and hot, and his tongue stud teased the tender cleft under the head of Vale's cock, and if not for the cock ring, Vale would have fallen over the edge and filled Kai's mouth on the spot. As it was, the slender man's talented mouth merely made Vale's arousal heighten to near unbearable levels as he lightly caressed the length of Vale's cock with his lips, not sucking, merely teasing his tongue stud along the underside. Vale had raised his shields again the moment he had felt Yuji withdraw, and judging by Vale's reaction to Kai's teasing mouth, it was a good thing for Yuji that he had. The soft sound that escaped Vale carried such wanton abandon that Yuji felt himself harden even more as he watched his elf flush with pleasure, his eartips scarlet.
The ice that cooled Vale's abused nipple made him hiss, and when Cho twisted his nipple ring sharply, Vale's green eyes fluttered open, darkening visibly with his surrender to the sensations wracking him. Yuji's breath caught in his throat when Cho dribbled more hot wax on Vale's nipple, the elf's knuckles white as he clenched the bar and bit back a scream of ecstasy.
Cho put the candle down and considered the assortment of spreaders available. She chose a wide one, and offered it to Yuji with a smile.
"Your pet is beautifully responsive, Yuji-san," Cho said, ripping the strip of wax from Vale's stomach. The skin beneath was a lovely rosy color, and Cho trailed her fingers across it lightly, watching Vale's stomach quiver. "Pet, stop teasing Akira now. You did very well."
While Yuji fastened the spreader to Vale's ankles, Cho poured a bowl of sake and instructed Kai to kneel by the couch. She placed the bowl of sake on the floor in front of him, watching as he sat on his heels, his hands flat on his thighs and his eyes on the floor, perfectly still. "You may drink, pet, but no hands."
Yuji had finished attaching the spreader, and Vale held the bar, his back straight as he prepared himself for the next round of play. Cho stroked the handle of the emerald green cat of nine tails, and looked over at Yuji. "What is his maximum, Yuji-san?"
"No more than fifteen, Cho-san," Yuji replied, pouring a tumbler of whiskey. "Akira. Do you object? Nod or shake your head."
Vale shook his head to let Yuji know that he had no objection to receiving his maximum number of strokes, and Yuji felt a surge of pride in his beautiful submissive elf.
"You may mark him, Cho-san, but do not break skin," Yuji said, walking around to stand in front of Vale. "Akira."
Vale looked at Yuji, his emerald eyes shining. Yuji held the tumbler to Vale's lips.
"Sip, Akira." Yuji watched as Vale took a sip of the whiskey, watching Vale's long throat as he swallowed with pleasure. "You make take one more sip. You are pleasing me very much, Akira."
Vale's eyes shone with pride as he took the second sip.
"You will be quiet, Akira, while Mistress Cho plays with you," Yuji instructed, and Vale nodded once. Yuji placed the tumbler on the table, and poured himself a tumbler of whiskey, and sat back to watch Cho play.
Cho walked around Vale once, examining the elf carefully. His legs were spread wide enough to allow Cho to whip each thigh individually without the whip tangling, and she ran one hand over the sweet curve of Vale's ass as she circled him. Cho reached up to move Vale's hair forward, falling over his shoulders and around his face, and leaving his back fully exposed. Vale sucked in a shallow breath as he waited for the first blow, holding himself perfectly still and keeping his muscles relaxed.
The first blow landed on Vale's ass, slightly harder than Yuji's blows, the sting making Vale gasp. The second blow followed immediately, crossing the first blow, and Vale's ass tightened involuntarily at the sting, his cock jumping a little. His golden skin was perfectly reddened, and Yuji took a sip of whiskey as he admired the precision of Cho's placement. The third and fourth blows were to the side, the tips of the cat wrapping around Vale's hip bones and coaxing a soft groan from Vale as he struggled not to move.
Cho placed the fifth stroke on the back of Vale's right thigh, watching the skin redden with a smile. Vale's muscles quivered and Cho paused before marking his left thigh with her sixth blow. Vale hissed a little, and sucked in a ragged breath.
The seventh and eighth blows landed on Vale's ass again, and his back arched a bit as he clenched the bar tightly and gasped with the sting, more intense on the already welted skin.
The ninth blow left a diagonal pattern of stripes on Vale's smooth back, and Cho crossed those stripes with her tenth blow. Vale could not suppress a wanton moan, his head falling forward a little and exposing his back even more.
Cho stopped for a moment to admire her handiwork so far. Vale was trembling slightly, but his legs were firm and his breathing was only barely ragged as he let himself fall into the sensations raised by the whip on his skin. Cho draped the whip over Vale's shoulder and dragged it backward, letting the leather tease over his chest and shoulder, and then she laid a horizontal row of stripes on Vale's back that made Vale bite back a groan.
Tears were beading in Vale's golden lashes, and his pearly teeth worried his lip gently as he caught his breath. Eleven blows, and four to go. Cho was indeed a master of the whip, Vale realized, somewhere in the haze of mingled pain and pleasure, and the elf hoped that he was pleasing Yuji despite the soft moans and groans that he could no longer hold back.
Cho's next two blows were to Vale's thighs, and his groans were still soft but quite heartfelt as his legs quivered with the effort of holding the elf up. The fourteenth blow reddened Vale's lower back, and Vale arched a little, his muscles shivering as he hissed at the new sensation coursing through him, another part of him stinging.
Cho saved her final blow for Vale's ass, this one not as hard as her previous blows, but Vale's ass was already beautifully sensitive, and Vale choked a little as he moaned, his legs shivering as he clung tightly to the bar with both hands.
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Vale ghosted a small moan as Kai's hands brushed over his nipple rings, the sheer shirt a barrier to the skin to skin contact that Vale craved. Kai's mouth was wickedly delicious, and the slim man could do things with his tongue that made Vale shiver, although Kai was the one whining when Vale sucked on Kai's tongue.
Kai was straining against his leather pants, and Vale's loose golden pants were well tented, his black shirt providing some modesty as it draped over his lap. The two submissives broke their kiss, both slightly breathless, and Vale looked over at Yuji, waiting until he had Yuji's attention before looking at his glass of whiskey with a questioning look. Yuji smiled that tiny warm smile again, his eyes showing his approval.
"Akira, do you want a drink? Nod or shake your head." Yuji spoke firmly although his voice was soft.
Vale nodded, his gold and emerald hair gleaming in the dim light. His eyes shone with the happiness that came from submission, and his cheeks were slightly flushed from his arousal, and Yuji paused a moment to admire his elf.
"Very good, Akira." Yuji watched a tiny shiver of pleasure run through Vale. "When you wish a drink, look at your glass. If I decide to permit you to drink, I will nod. Otherwise, you will return to your play without drinking."
Vale nodded again to show his understanding of the rule, and Yuji waited for a moment before nodding. Vale took a small sip of his whiskey, and turned back to Kai, his lips curved in a beautiful smile as he leaned in to nibble Kai's right ear, teasing his tongue along the earrings and the banana barbell that decorated Kai's earlobe, and sweeping his tongue along the edge of the shell to the ring on top. Kai shivered with pleasure, his dark eyes hooded, and he whined softly as Vale moved down Kai's throat to nibble along the edge of his collarbone.
Vale had reached that perfect state where he was fully aroused but able to hold back, just letting himself enjoy the feel of Kai's tattooed skin and the taste and scent of the slim man. Kai's head had fallen back, his hands on Vale's shoulders, and Vale dipped his head lower, tracing the outlines of the swallows tattooed on Kai's chest, just below the collarbones. Kai gasped a little at the sensation, and gasped again as Vale's slim fingers ghosted over his nipples, the barest of touches that still managed to make Kai's nipples tighten.
Yuji and Cho watched with great appreciation as Vale and Kai continued to explore each other, Vale having the advantage since Kai was bare to the waist. Yuji looked at Cho with a small smile.
"Do you think your pet would like to feel more of Akira's skin, Cho-san?" Yuji asked.
Cho smiled at Yuji before turning to Kai. "Pet. You may answer my questions." Kai turned to Cho, his eyes dark with arousal. "Do you want to touch Akira's skin, pet?"
"Yes, mistress, I would like to touch Akira-sama's skin." Kai looked at Vale with such heat that Vale nearly purred.
"Akira, would you like mistress Cho's pet to touch your skin?" Yuji did not really need to ask, knowing how Vale craved skin to skin contact even when he was not in a scene. Still, it was appropriate for him to ask. "You may nod or shake your head."
Vale nodded, his own eyes as heated as Kai's eyes, and Yuji leaned over and unbuttoned Vale's sheer black shirt halfway.
"Akira. The shirt must remain over your lap. If you allow it to slip off your lap, you will be punished." Yuji's voice was very firm, and Vale nodded to show his understanding of the order. "Let mistress Cho's pet touch you, Akira."
Vale turned back to Kai, his head falling back a bit as Kai slid the sheer black shirt off Vale's shoulders. Vale caught it as it slid down, making sure to keep his lap decently covered although the shirt was quite tented. Kai's eyes trailed over Vale's pale gold skin, his tight little nipples already hard as pebbles and the new gold rings bright even in the dim room.
Kai's deft hands stroked over Vale's nipples, and Vale let out a soft breath as Kai caught his nipple rings between his fingers, twisting them sharply and making Vale's back arch. Kai leaned forward and feathered a kiss over Vale's already kiss-swollen lips, and Vale's hand came up to slide along the back of Kai's neck as he parted his lips, feeling Kai's skin slide over his own bared chest. They moved sinuously, tongues dancing and their skin gleaming softly as they writhed against each other, careful not to let any part of their bodies below the waist touch.
They broke apart only because of the need to breathe, and Vale reached up to run his fingers along the side of Kai's face while Kai cupped Vale's cheek with one hand, their eyes locked as they shared their joy at having submitted so well to the will of their dominants.
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Vale was utterly curious as he entered the undistinguished building with Yuji, immediately removing his scarf when Yuji instructed him to as they walked down a long, dimly lit corridor. Yuji led, and Vale followed, his head held proudly high to display his collar, but his eyes were focused on the floor, as was proper for a submissive.
They rounded a corner, and two very large and muscular men stood near a door, behind a tall desk. Vale was not surprised when they greeted Yuji respectfully, but he was slightly taken aback when they regarded him with suspicion. Vale remained utterly silent, though, since Yuji had told him he was to respond normally but had not told him to make conversation with strangers. Vale was greatly relieved when Yuji merely introduced the elf as his submissive, pleased that he had guessed correctly.
Yuji and Vale were allowed to enter, and went up a beautifully decorated flight of stairs, quite unlike the nondescript corridor. A lovely kimono-clad woman greeted Yuji with great respect on the second floor, and Vale was once again introduced merely as Yuji's submissive. Vale felt a delicious tingle run up his spine. It was intoxicating and very arousing for Vale to be simply Yuji's, no name or identity beyond that, and his chin lifted fractionally to better display his collar and the lovely dark mark on his throat.
Yuji handed over what appeared to be a substantial fee, and he was given two key and two tokens. The lovely woman asked Yuji's permission to give something to Vale, and Yuji granted it. She handed Vale a perfectly folded set of small towels and washcloths, the cotton pristine and velvety in his hands. Yuji was moving again, and Vale followed immediately, waiting as Yuji unlocked a door whose number matched that on the keys he had received.
The room contained nothing more than a small closet and a shower in the adjacent bathroom, and Vale stripped and folded his clothing neatly, placing it in the closet as Yuji had instructed him. Vale then showered quickly without wetting his tousled mane of hair, and when he emerged, his eyes widened fractionally in bliss.
Yuji was dressed in buttery-soft black leather pants that accentuated him perfectly, and a black shirt that was nearly transparent. His golden skin gleamed against the dark clothing, his raven hair and dark eyes finishing the picture to perfection. On a stool near the closet lay Vale's sheer golden pants and his emerald leather wrist and ankle cuffs.
"Dress in that, Akira, and then we'll play. Are you ready to play with others?" Yuji's long fingers touched Vale's permanent collar, his voice a seductive purr.
"Yes, I am, Yuji." Vale let his confidence color his voice. "I am ready to play with others."
Yuji touched Vale's chin, and Vale looked into those perfect eyes. "Who do you belong to, Akira?"
Vale shivered, and did not try to hide it, his pleasure showing in his own green eyes. "I am yours." Those three words were all Vale needed, and he knew beyond any doubt that he would never need to be more than that. Vale was Yuji's.
Yuji watched with undisguised appreciation as Vale slipped the sheer pants on, fastening them at the hips and ankles, and then swiftly buckled on his leather cuffs. Finished, Vale stood straight and proud, his eyes still slightly downcast, all shades of gold and emerald as he awaited his dominant's inspection. Even when Yuji reluctantly instructed Vale to put his shirt back on, Vale was barely the right side of decent, his long legs bare on the sides from hip to ankle when he moved, and his golden nipple rings showing clearly through the sheer black shirt.
The bar was another flight of stairs up, and dimly lit, and Vale followed Yuji, who had attached his matching leash to the green leather collar. Yuji nodded to several people, but did not introduce Vale, his collar and leash clearly marking him as Yuji's, and Vale felt a wave of pride as he darted discreet glances from under his golden lashes, seeing the respect shown to Yuji.
Yuji chose a small leather-clad booth and ordered drinks, permitting Vale to sit beside him. They sipped their drinks, until Yuji suddenly signaled to someone who had just come in, and Vale's green eyes widened just a little as he saw Cho approach, Kai following her, his chain leash in her hand. Vale greeted Cho when Yuji instructed him to so do, his bow very low and graceful, and Vale could sense Yuji's pleasure.
Vale was a little surprised when Cho had Kai kneel on the floor, but he found himself admiring Kai's perfect grace and stillness as Kai held his position, his eyes trained on the floor at Yuji's feet. Cho seemed to pay Kai no mind, and then Yuji instructed Vale to sit in the booth. Yuji and Cho seated themselves, and Yuji told Vale he was permitted to join in the conversation and drink his drink. Vale bowed his head gracefully to acknowledge the order, and took a small sip of his drink.
Part of Vale remained completely focused on Yuji, alert to the slightest gesture from his dominant, but Vale continued to observe Kai with great interest. Vale made sure none of his thoughts escaped through his bond with Yuji, though, keeping it firmly tamped down as they always did during a scene. Kai looked content, his head bowed, and Vale could feel the bond of trust between Kai and his dominant. Vale shivered imperceptibly, suddenly wanting to be so perfectly submissive, to be allowed to kneel in front of Yuji and to do it with such flawless grace.
Because it was Yuji's wish, Vale contributed a few small remarks to the conversation, and he took small sips of his drink from time to time. Vale sat as still as was possible, and unless Yuji directed a remark at him, Vale kept his eyes on his drink, or darted admiring glances from under his lashes at Kai. Vale found himself wondering just how fully tattooed Kai was, and if he would be permitted to touch that fascinating skin. As much as Vale wanted to observe Cho, however, he did not surrender to the impulse to look directly at the other dominant. While he was not utterly sure if it would be allowed, Vale was sure it was better to err on the side of caution and behave with proper respect.
As they continued to chat, Vale could feel the golden rings in his nipples being tugged a bit by the tight, sheer shirt he wore, and the small tease was beginning to arouse Vale almost as much as the proximity of Yuji in his tight leather pants and equally sheer shirt. Vale wondered what lay in store, but Yuji had already told the elf that he would not tell Vale what they would be doing. Anticipation added to Vale's growing arousal as he took another small sip of his drink and breathed in a little of the smoke from Cho's cigarette.
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Erion felt a warmth inside him as he listened to Momo, not the heat in his belly that Momo could ignite so easily, but a healing warmth that spread throughout him. Erion knew with a certainty that this was the place he belonged, here with Momo, where he could find hope as much as he could give it. Kageoshi's death, the funeral, and the trial had sapped a great deal of Erion's usual resilience and optimism.
As Erion watched, Fukuda reached out and cupped Momo's cheek with infinite tenderness, and Momo leaned his head into the touch with a soft smile. Momo turned his head slightly, and pressed a kiss to the inside of Fukuda's wrist. It was wonderfully affectionate, and spoke of the love and friendship that existed between Momo and this older man, and Erion found himself liking Fukuda instinctively.
Erion realized that he could not just walk over from where it was. It would be far too apparent that he had heard the conversation that way. Erion took a few steps backward, staying in the shadows and drawing in a little more shadow to conceal himself further. Once he was back in the corridor, Erion stepped out into the open and walked over to the alcove where Momo was seated with Fukuda, the two men in casual conversation. As Erion approached, both men stood, and Erion bowed with great politeness.
"My apologies, am I interrupting?" Erion smiled a little as he spoke, his voice soft and respectful.
"Not at all," Momo said, gesturing Erion to join them. "Allow me to introduce you. Hayashi Yuki, this is Fukuda Yohei-sama, a very dear friend of mine. Fukuda-san is in business, in Osaka."
Fukuda bowed slightly to Erion, who responded with a deep and respectful bow.
"I am very pleased to meet you, Hayashi-kun." Fukuda's voice was warm and very kind. "It's always a pleasure to meet a friend of Sakai-san."
"The pleasure is all mine, Fukuda-sama," Erion replied. "I have never been to your city, but I hope to travel there one day. Japan is so very beautiful, and I would like to see more than Tokyo."
"Shall we have a drink?" Momo said, and gestured for Fukuda to sit. Momo sat on the couch, gracefully guiding Erion to sit beside him, and Momo poured more sake for them all.
"What are you doing here, Hayashi-kun?" Fukuda asked in a tone of genuine interest.
Erion found himself understanding why Momo considered this older man a friend. Fukuda had a way of making one feel interesting and important, and Erion smiled a little as replied.
"I am a student, Fukuda-sama, at Nihon University here in Tokyo." Erion let his hands rest quietly in his lap, not reaching out to Momo.
Fukuda nodded, his smile warm. "It's always wise to get a good education, Hayashi-kun. That's very commendable."
Erion smiled shyly, and let the conversation move back between Momo and Fukuda. It gave Erion a chance to look at Fukuda discreetly. Fukuda had a warm and friendly face despite a few frown lines, and his hair was graying slightly at the temples. It was hard for Erion to estimate his age, but he seemed a bit older than the judge Erion had met earlier. Fukuda was tall and slender, with golden brown eyes that sparkled with lively interest as he and Momo chatted for a few more minutes. Only a slight bit of extra weight around his waistline gave a clue as to his age. He was quite handsome, the force of his personality adding to his attractiveness, and Erion found himself liking Fukuda a great deal because of the obvious love he had for Momo.
"I should take my leave now, though, Sakai-san." Fukuda stood, and Momo and Erion stood as well. "I'm glad I saw you tonight, and I'm glad to have met you as well, Hayashi-kun."
"It was an honor, Fukuda-sama," Erion replied, and meant it.
"Thank you, Fukuda-san, and I hope it won't be so long before we see each other again," Momo said.
They all bowed, and Fukuda walked back to the bar. Momo sat and Erion sat beside him, a little closer this time but still appropriate. Momo chuckled a little, and pulled Erion closer, tilting the young elf's face up for a gentle kiss. Erion could not help melting into the kiss a bit, his eyes fluttering closed briefly and then opening again as Momo cupped his cheek tenderly.
They broke the kiss, and Momo looked into Erion's eyes, his own dark eyes utterly entrancing. His voice was very soft as he gently lowered his hand from Erion's cheek. "How much did you hear?"
Erion just looked at Momo, not sure how much he should say, his cheeks turning slightly pink. He lowered his eyes, ducking his head in that small quick gesture that Momo was learning to read as confusion over what Erion should do.
"You heard everything, didn't you, Yuki-kun?" Momo's voice was still very soft, and Erion looked back up, taking a small quick breath.
"Yes. I didn't mean to listen, but I did hear you speaking to Fukuda-sama." Erion touched Momo's arm very lightly. "I really am sorry, Mamoru-san. I didn't realize if I walked the way I did that you wouldn't see me right away." He looked down, his cheeks flushing with shame.
"It's alright, Yuki-kun. In a way, I'm glad you heard. Sometimes it's easier for me to talk to other people about my feelings, rather than the one I have those feeling for." Momo brushed the backs of his fingers along Erion's cheek tenderly. "And I meant what I said to Fukuda-san."
Erion nodded, reaching for his cigarettes to give himself a moment to gather his thoughts, and once again, Momo lit his cigarette, touching Erion's hand lightly and making the young elf relax.
"I'm not the best at saying things in a proper way, so I'm just going to say what I feel." Erion looked into Momo's eyes. "I will be with you until you don't need me anymore, and every day that I'm with you, I will love you completely. We'll laugh, and love, and fight, and make up epically, and we'll wring every bit of living out of every day that we have together. And each night, I want the last thing I whisper to be your name, and each morning, I want the first thing I see to be you."
Sandcastles and Fireworks
in General RP
Posted · Edited by BronxWench
It was Saturday afternoon, and Erion was waiting for Momo and Satoru to get ready to go to the estate for dinner. Erion was slightly nervous and excited at the same time, since Sand had called him and told him that the plan was to have dinner at the estate, and dessert at the Neverwinter house. Momo knew that the plan was to show him at least a part of the world Erion came from, but Satoru was still in the dark, and Erion was nervous about that.
Momo frowned a little as he came out of the shower, rummaging in his closet, and Erion slid up behind him, caressing Momo's golden skin as he wrapped his arms around his lover. "What the fuck do I wear for this?" Momo asked, looking over his shoulder at his silver-haired lover, his yuki no erufu.
Momo had been taking Satoshi's advice diligently, and trying hard not to think about Erion being an elf, and for the most part, it was working. Or, it had been, up until now.
Erion nuzzled Momo's shoulder. "Just wear what you'd usually wear, baby. We're having dinner at the estate, and then, if you feel up to it, Masato and Satoshi and Kansas and I will take you to the house in Neverwinter for dessert, and we can take a quick walk around afterward. It's no big deal. I've worn jeans, and shorts, and whatever there. It's a port city, and they've seen a lot stranger than us."
"And this is where you're from?" Momo asked, reaching for a pair of tight jeans.
"Well, no, but it's where Masato and Akira have a house. Akira works in Neverwinter, and it's a good starting point for us when we want to visit that world." Erion untangled himself from Momo before he worked himself up enough to undress Momo as fast as Momo was trying to dress. "Neverwinter was founded by elves and humans, although the past few Lords have been human. Where I was born, and where I met Kansas, is an elven city called Evereska."
Momo shook his head a little, still wondering why he was going along with this. Satoshi and Kansas had been so matter of fact when they talked about elves and other worlds, and no matter how good that pot was that Tsutomo had given Momo, it wasn't good enough to make Satoshi and Kansas both turn completely delusional while remaining on the same page in terms of the content of their delusions. Still, neither Satoshi nor Kansas had ever lied to Momo, and Erion answered every question Momo had for him in such an open manner that Momo could not help but believe his little firecracker of a lover.
Dinner at the estate was so completely normal that Momo was able to forget about the impending trip for dessert, and between filling everyone in on how classes were going and catching up on the family's news for the week, it was a lively meal. Satoru had managed to sit next to Eryn again, and they chatted happily about Takara and how much she had grown in a week, and all the new things she had done. Ryuu had managed to claim the other side of Satoru, wanting to be next to his sofu, and Satoru paid a great deal of attention to Ryuu as well, making Ryuu beam with pride.
After dinner, Momo went out into the garden with Kansas and Erion for a cigarette, and Sand and Satoshi headed into the kitchen to do the dishes. Yuji and Vale helped Willow with the children, Hikaru full of giggles and trying his best to make Takara pay attention to him, and Eryn curled up with Ryuu and Aika as Ryuu proudly read a story to them both.
In the middle of washing the dishes, Satoru suddenly appeared in the kitchen, looking like a shy teenager, and mumbling into his chest, and scratching the side of his head. His eyes kept dancing between Sand and Satoshi, and the floor.
"Uhm, I don't really know how to say this, I feel so silly doing this. But I can't really... not without asking you... It's so silly."
"Otousan? What's the matter with you? You're acting weird." Satoshi said, his eyes wide behind his glasses and Satoru laughed nervously, as he blushed a deep crimson which reminded Sand of Satoshi.
"I need to ask you... both of you... Masato-san. I would very much like to ask your mother out... on a date... but I can't do it unless I know that you are alright with it. And you too, Satoshi-kun. I can't do it unless I know that you two are fine with it."
Sand smothered his giggle in the dish towel, while Satoshi let out a surprised hoot, his eyes wide. Then he started smiling and with laughter on his voice he said, "Otousan, are you telling me you've got a crush on Eryn-san?"
"Don't say it like that, Satoshi-kun." Satoru exclaimed, but then blushed an even deeper crimson, and with a shy smile continued, "Well, maybe you could call it that. I don't know, it's been over thirty years since I felt anything even remotely similar to this. I just want to get to know her, Satoshi-kun. Masato-san, I do apologize if I am making you uncomfortable. It's just that I think she is a remarkable woman and I would so much like to explore these feelings further. Of course I will never pursue this if either of you have any objections."
Satoshi smiled wide as he turned to Sand and said, "I don't know. I know that at least one bronze dragon would love it if he had a set of sofu and sobo. Even if they come from either side of the family."
Sand smiled just as wide as he looked at Satoru. "I would be delighted if you asked my mother out on a date, Satoru-san. In fact, I cannot think of anyone I would welcome more as a suitor for my mother."
Satoru looked so relieved that Satoshi and Sand had to look away for a moment, not wanting to break out in giggles at the way Satoru looked like a nervous schoolboy.
"By the way, otousan, there's something we do need to talk to you about," Satoshi said, giving Sand a quick look. "It's a little outlandish, but it's something you do need to know." Satoshi took a deep breath.
Sand took over. "Saiai, perhaps I should be the one." Satoshi shot Sand a grateful look. "Satoru-san, you are a profoundly intelligent man, and I am quite sure that you have arrived at your own conclusions about whether or not I truly hail from Cornwall. The truth of the matter is perhaps even harder to believe." Sand reached up and tucked his hair behind one gracefully pointed ear. "I am, to put it plainly, an elf. So is Yuki-chan, and Akira-san, and that would make Eryn-san an elf as well."
Satoru looked at Sand for a long moment, and then nodded. "So if not Cornwall, where are you from?"
Sand and Satoshi exchanged another look.
"Actually, otousan, it might be easier to show you," Satoshi said. "We're going to take Momo-san there in a bit, when we're done with the dishes."
"I will be happy to answer any of your questions when we are there," Sand added. "I owe you a great deal, Satoru-san, and between our friendship and your being my father in law, my shuuto-san, I am glad that this is finally out in the open."
When Sand and Satoshi were done with the dishes, Sand caught Yuji's eye and nodded. Erion saw the look and grabbed Momo's hand, tugging Momo to his feet, and Kansas wandered over casually. Ryuu saw Satoru walk over to Sand and Satoshi, and promptly ran over to take his sofu by the hand.
"Are you leaving already, sofu?" Ryuu asked, his chin looking close to wobbly.
Satoshi crouched down and looked at Ryuu. "We're taking sofu to the other house for a little bit, watashi no ryu. We'll bring him back."
Now Ryuu's chin did wobble a little, and Sand shot Satoshi a pleading look from behind Ryuu, which Satoru caught as well.
"Do you want to come with us?" Satoshi asked, and Ryuu nodded, blinking back the tears that had wanted to come. "Alright, then, but we're coming back here before bedtime."
"Okay, chichi," Ryuu agreed quickly. "Do you think Maela will have any dessert for us?"
Sand started to laugh. "Maela always has dessert, my dragon." He turned to Satoru. "Maela is our housekeeper there. We spend most of our time here in Tokyo, and it is helpful to have someone there to look after things. She makes marvelous desserts."
Sand led the way to the back hallway where the portal would open, and pulled out the portal key from his pocket. Satoru was surprised to see that it appeared to be a largish semi-precious gemstone, with a few graceful markings on it. Sand ran his thumb over the stone, and a glowing oval appeared in front of them.
Momo tightened his grip on Erion's hand, his eyes widening, but Satoru simply looked at Satoshi.
"We just step through, otousan," Satoshi explained, holding out his hand.
Momo found the portal a little disorienting, and he stumbled just a little as he emerged on the other side of the oval into a comfortable looking room, with a fire burning merrily in a huge fireplace. Erion held tightly to Momo's hand as the youngster looked around, blinking in the soft light of the glow globes on the walls.
Erion looked at Momo, his eyes darkening a little with apprehension. "Welcome to Neverwinter, koibito."
Erion led Momo into the living room as a slender woman came in, her face lighting up as she saw Ryuu.
"Maela!" Ryuu said happily. "Come and meet my sofu, my atarrim."
Maela tucked her hair behind her pointed ears and smiled as she accepted a big hug from Ryuu. Then she bowed politely to Satoru. "I'm very pleased to meet you, Mori-sama." Her English was excellent, with a slight lilt to it. Maela turned and bowed to Momo as well. "You must be Mori Mamoru-san, Erion's friend."