| Hit the Ground Running [Genma, Raidou] | [May. 20th, 2010|10:48 am] |
Warning: NC-17 for graphic sexual content.
Takes place at night on April 8th, several hours following Chasing the Sun.
For Genma the sensation of waking next to a warm body was nothing new. Nor, for that matter, was waking next to Raidou. But waking next to Raidou in Genma's own bed — that was new. He woke too hot, because they'd fallen asleep in too many clothes, and in pain, because his last dose of meds had worn off while they slept. Woke to the scent of sweat and semen on the sheets, and the soft rise and fall of Raidou's chest under Genma's arm.
That, Genma thought with a sense of wonder and delight, was completely revolutionary.
He shivered a stretch, yawned, and pushed himself up a little, using his elbow and trying to jar his hand as little as possible. To jar Raidou as little as possible. Raidou took a deeper breath, sighed softly, and stayed asleep.
The room was dark but moonlight filtered through the open blinds, casting a soft bluish glow over Raidou's face. Genma's bedside clock blinked a dull red 22:06 at him. How on earth had they slept so long? But he'd been tired — they'd both been tired — and for the first time since their mission, Genma'd felt safe. Truly safe. Home, in his own bed, in Raidou's arms.
In Raidou's arms.
It seemed surreal. A fantasy that Genma would have ascribed to a particularly vivid dream, but for the fact that Raidou was still there, right there, hot as a furnace next to him. Genma shifted a little closer, looking down at the sleeping face of his best friend. In sleep Raidou's scowl had evaporated. His unscarred cheek took on a softness that seemed surprisingly young. His mouth relaxed so that his lips, thin on the top, fuller on the bottom, fell apart just a little, showing the gleam of even, straight teeth. Stubble littered his upper lip and the side of his jaw.
Genma let his eyes trace over the familiar features again and again, because somehow just looking at Raidou, asleep with his head resting gently against Genma's shoulder, made it seem a little less dreamlike. Bandages still covered the other side of Raidou's face, the side farther away from Genma, hiding scars, and skin where his beard was sparser. It was strange to realize that Genma missed seeing the scar. That the scared side was as much of Raidou's handsomeness as the unmarked side.
Genma's lips lifted in a secret smile. This was real. The feeling in his chest — with a frisson of nervousness because this was so very new and the stakes were so very high — was like nothing he'd ever experienced. Before he'd really thought it through, he leaned in close and pressed a dry kiss to Raidou's brow. |
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