paradisalogs | Felix & Ashura: Reunion Recovery [ Closed ]

Who: Ashura & Felix
What: Ashura and Felix wake up the day after the reunion, and it leaves some awkward feelings and questions behind
When: the morning after the end of the reunion
Where: Ashura & Felix's bedroom in their suite
Warnings: two men cuddling in a bed, angst (quite possibly)

The first thing to occur to Ashura was that the bed felt strange. He did not feel cramped, and he was not wearing anything - silk meeting his skin directly. It was not a bad feeling, by any means, but it felt wrong after a week of sleeping tightly against another, and in boxers and a shirt for the dignity of others. What others though? Grandmother, mother, father... the words drifted through his mind and he balked at them, wondering why the image of a little red and white fuzzy creature appeared instead of the stalwart face of his face. It felt horribly wrong and he shoved it aside quickly, turning over to grope for his red-headed fiance.

He found him easily, sighing in relief as he spooned up behind him, arm secure around the other, holding him tight. Another word drifted through his thoughts - husband. It made him smile, surprised no guilt followed it with the inevitable thoughts of Yasha. But he had come to terms with that, and allowed himself to be happy with Felix. After nearly one hundred years of pain, it was time he had this small pleasure before his death, whenever that might come.

He lifted his head up, kissing the pale ear against the fiery hair, breathing in the sweet ginger scent he adored, a bit of the wood still clinging to it.

"Good morning, husband," he whispered sleepily, a part of him still foggy from the warped memories, reaching for that word without thinking.

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Tension shot through his body and held for a few moments. It always hurt a little, when Ashura confessed that he loved him. Part was because he still doubted that he deserved it, and part because he couldn't bring himself to say it in return. And what kind of expectations had that false life stirred up? Ever since their engagement, he'd been dodging the idea of a wedding, but now Ashura had the memory of one. He was still too sure that such a thing was tempting fate.

He relaxed a fraction and sighed. "All the more reason you'd want more..."

"I have done with much less most of my life," he reminded him, kissing his cheek before brushing his fingers through the fiery hair. "I am not pressuring you, Felix. Really, I am happy."

He relaxed back into Ashura's weight, still shaking a little.

"It was so strange..."

He was glad to offer the support, wrapping his arms around him, holding firmly, but not enough to be restrictive.

"But in a good way or a bad way?" he inquired, curious as to how the other took the whole experience.

He was silent a moment.

"I don't know. Both. I never...I never really had a family..." he said quietly.

"Shhh," he whispered, brushing his hair some more, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder.

"We just woke up, no need to get tense," he hummed.

"Well, it's going to go away just because it's morning," he said unhappily, though he didn't move away.

He tugged the man back into bed, pinning him down into the mattress and straddling him. Fingers stroked the high cheekbones, looking down into those bi-colored eyes.

"You are cute when you pout, Felix, but not when you frown," he said, kissing the corner of his mouth.

He let out a short, rasping laugh, still holding stubbornly to his pain, but the last of his physical resistance seemed to crumble with a tiny shiver, his knuckles brushing affectionately against Ashura's jaw.

"There we are," he smiled, brushing his jaw with the tips of his fingers and kissing him deeper, nibbling his lower lip a little.

He moaned softly into the kiss and ran a hand down the length of his lover's back.

"Don't tell anyone I'm this easy..."

A shiver passed through him at the touch, smiling at him, pushing stray strands of red away from his face.

"No, of course not," he chuckled. "I shall keep your reputation perfectly intact, my dear ~"

Felix sighed and ran his fingers through a length of Ashura's hair. The feel of the silky strands seemed to help calm him.

"Why, thank you, darling..." he said. "What shall we do now?"

"Considering the position I am in...." he arched a brow at him, moving his lips to kiss along his neck. "Unless you find yourself still to sleepy?"

"I meant-" his protest died a little as he tilted his head back.

"Mmmm...nevermind. No, I feel like I've been caught in a dream for a week. I've had enough sleeping for the moment."

"So we shall not sleep," he teased, running his hands over him, bending his head down and kissing along his chest with a quiet sound. "This, at least, did not change between the dream and the reality... "

He sighed, tracing fingertips over the king's shoulders.

"I am glad...that the reality continues to please you..."

"The reality has never failed to please me," he kissed his chest gently, eyes flickering up to watch his face at those words.

His mouth twisted into a smile, containing only a slight trace of sadness. He couldn't let go of the idea that in some ways Ashura was romanticizing him, and some day that would wear off and show who he really was.

Even if it did, and there was no sign that it would, it hardly effected the now. He kissed along the other's chest, his mouth closing gently over a pink bud, tongue stroking it, paying it the same attention you might pay to the altar of a god.

He gasped and gripped the bedsheets, shivering a little with the sensation, cock hardening along with the flesh that occupied his lover's mouth.

"Powers..."

He grinned, loving how he could drive the other to such distractions as this. It brought a fluttering heat to his breast, a similar one running down to his groin. Gods Felix, the things you made him want to do, want to feel. His fingers scraped his sides, teeth closing down sharply on the little treat between his lips, tugging.

He couldn't stop a small shout that trailed into a hungry mewling whimper as he writhed a bit, rolling his hips against his lover in a vaguely plaintive way. It wasn't so much the pain that excited him, but the aggressive beast that Ashura had found a way to unleash this way. A few scrapes and bruises was more than acceptable to feel a little of that again, although he found himself sometimes hoping Ashura would choose to take it a step further. Asking for that seemed to be impossible, but the idea didn't completely repel him as it might once have.

Felix & Ashura: Reunion Recovery [ Closed ]

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