Trio Maxwell-Chang (trio) wrote in fictionaltrio, @ 2007-08-11 10:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | fujimiya ran, tsukiyono omi, weiß kreuz |
[Weiß Kreuz] In the Mirror
Title: In the Mirror
Authors: petermaxwell*
Characters: Tsukiyono Omi
Fandom: Weiß Kreuz
Theme Set: LW2
Theme(s): Nudity
Warnings and Notes: Nudity. Implied m/m sex.
Omi was shivering by the time he emerged from what had to be his shortest shower ever. It hadn't taken him but a minute to realise that his normal 45-minute hot showers just were NOT going to happen for a while, the heat making him nearly scream in pain as the water has sluiced over the burn marks on his back. He, like so many others, had jokingly referred to Yoji having carpet burn on various parts of his body, and would tease the man when he grumbled about it.
Omi made it a point now to never pick on Yoji for it again. This stuff hurt and it seemed like no matter how he moved or tried to be careful, it was still agony. The only time it felt better was when the stiffened skin was made softer by the steam or water from the shower. However... back to the hot water issue, the only way Omi could shower was in lukewarm or cold water. At least then, it numbed the skin enough that he could stand having the water touch him.
Drying off was another chore, and one that he hated now. It wasn't like this before, and he used to love curling up in a towel after a shower. Now, he just wanted it over with as quickly as he could. It wasn't difficult to see why, once he turned to hang up the towel. As he glanced over his shoulder, Omi caught sight of the angry marks that covered his shoulder blades and hips. He hadn't been complaining at the time, but well... he'd wanted to see the results of their lovemaking for days. Now he got his wish, and it wasn't exactly what he'd been hoping for. The skin had been abraded badly, the wounds still a dark red where they'd only barely bled despite the abuse. That was the bad thing about rugburn... even though it wasn't that serious, it still hurt like hell.
"Gods, how are you even going to want me again, looking like this?" Omi wondered aloud, the thought bringing a sharp pain to his chest. Would Ran want him again after this? It was hard to tell, with how Ran had reacted to the injuries. Maybe he'd be afraid of it happening again. That was enough to make Omi lean his forehead against the wall, his throat closing up as he gasped for breath. He didn't want to lose Ran. Ever.
There was still one part of his mind that tried to soothe him. The one rational shred that was whispering in the back of his thoughts told him that he was being foolish. Ran wouldn't turn him away because of this... but it may just be the catalyst for a bit of preparation in future instances. For instance, making sure they hit the bed before anything happened.
Omi took a deep breath then, clearing his mind and turning to face the mirror directly. "He won't leave me," he said, speaking to his reflection as if convincing it this were true. "He'll want to be more careful, but he won't leave me." From this angle, the marks weren't visible... except for the darkening finger 'prints' that were left on his hips where Ran had grabbed him. Those, unlike the burns, made Omi smile. His own hands slid down, tracing over each mark as he remembered the feel of Ran's hands on him, pinning him to the floor. It was almost enough to make him purr.
These were the marks he wanted. While the rugburn was annoying and he could do without it, these were the sort of 'claiming' signs he had needed. One hand slid up then, resting at the curve of his neck and feeling the hardened patch of redness that had an almost perfect outline of Ran's teeth. That had been unexpected, but Omi hadn't minded in the slightest. He liked having a lover that took initiative and latched onto an idea. He also enjoyed having a lover that would take an idea and run with it.
Rugburn... that could go. The bites, the scratches, the bruises... those could stay. As Omi watched himself in the mirror, he moved to lean against the wall behind himself, and nearly screamed the moment his back came into contact. Even though the wall was smooth and cool, it still hurt enough to make him cry out, and he jumped forward to cling to the edge of the sink again.
"F-fuck..." he muttered, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as he tried to bring himself back under control. One arm came up to wipe them away, Omi taking a clearing breath before he attempted to put clothes on. It only took him a few seconds before he realised that there was no way he was going to make it. Still nude, he moved back into his bedroom, draping on his stomach on the bed and finally letting go of the tears. Somehow, he'd have to get clothes on later. His shift in the shop would happen all too soon, and there was no way he was going to explain to the others what had happened. They'd never understand.
He wasn't even sure if Ran would understand.
* This fic has been reposted in my fiction journal to preserve the series, and was posted with petermaxwell's full permission.
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