| [Jan. 4th, 2010|04:51 am] |
Genma let his eyes close, shutting out sight to better savor other senses. He could feel at the core, connection: energy flowing back and forth between him and Raidou, chakra touching at the edges. His own was a colorless-white-black thread of light, always with him, filing every part, as unremarkable as his own heartbeat, his own breathing. Raidou's though. Raidou's was everything. Rich and sparkling, golden sunshine through dense pine boughs. Raidou's heartbeat echoed slow and deep in his chest, steady, strong, rising and falling on the whoosh of air in his lungs. His voice was rich and resonant. And his scent--clean clothes, the sharp-herbal tang of the ointment coaxing burns to heal, and a musky, almost animal base.
Their detour to the school seemed inconsequential, as if it hadn't happened at all. Genma was right back where he'd been when he broke their kiss. Wanting more. Wanting Raidou. But he was more tired now. More fragile. More suggestible. It was much harder to resist temptation, to think rationally. And all he'd wanted was for Raidou to be sure, right? Wasn't this, now, this embrace, a sign Raidou knew what he wanted? Knew what he was doing?
"Yeah, he murmured into the cloth covering Raidou's shoulder. "Yeah, home'd be okay. We could go home. I've got instant ramen that won't have gone bad. You could come to my place. We could crash out for a little while, maybe. M'bed's got plenty of room." |
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