He was currently sandwiched between two incredibly attractive men with one woman licking the soles of his feet. It was something new, but not unpleasant; he could see himself getting used to the whole feet licking thing.
"And… take two!"
It was hard to explain, but the moment the camera was back on them, he became completely lost in the bliss of it. Knowing it was a performance actually made him more comfortable; no attachments, no emotions. Nothing but the feeling of skin on skin, the dampness at the base of his neck, and the delicious sounds coming from their--his--mouth.
But as the hours went on, he came to see it wasn't so much an act, but a dance. A dance of knowing when to come together, when to pull apart. Knowing when to give, and to take. It had become a completely transcendent state, one where his body was nothing more than a vessel for pleasure. When the director called out directions, it came from a distant shore, somewhere in the realm of the other, the place of reality, where everything was measured and everything was a game. This was natural. This was the only time he didn't have to think.
But he was brought back to reality by the glimpse of Kurogane. Through the haze, he saw his face. It was lined with lust, he saw it, was drawn to it like a dying man to water. But there was something else, something lurking behind his eyes. Hurt. Shame. Confusion.
Suddenly, the mist faded away. There was no more bliss, no transcendence. There was nothing but the stage, and the actors writhing across his exposed skin. He looked down and noticed that all of the people looked the same. These people he had joined with, they too were nothing but vessels of pleasure to give and take.
They wrapped up in the next hour, doing things that made the girl who had welcomed them turn bright pink, barely visible behind the clipboard she held in front of her face. Everyone else clapped as they wrapped up, the director nearly in tears as he said that their performance had been 'art, true art,' and that he had finally managed to capture the form of true pleasure.
They all shook Fai's hand, not seeming to mind the stickiness, before scurrying off in different directions to make a hasty set change as the cast for the next film began to filter in.
In the flurry of activity, Fai wasn't sure what to do. He felt vulnerable and exposed, like he had just descended from the home of the gods into the harsh realm of mortals. He was staring blankly at the room around him when he felt a robe drop over his shoulders.
"Let's get you cleaned up."
Before he could respond, he felt himself being gently led to the room they had started out in.
He was guided to a chair, while the other person flitted about the room, muttering. It was Kurogane.
"Oh, hello Kurogane…" His own voice sounded strangely distant.
"Mage."
He continued to look around the room, collecting a few items before coming over.
He pulled out a few towels, and began to wipe at Fai's face. "Can't have the kids seeing you like this, now can we."
"Mmmm." Was all he could manage in response.
"So…" The wiping suddenly became a little more rough. "Did you have a good time?"
"Great time. Great time… yeah."
"That's good."
The continued like that for a few minutes. The sound of towels and various wet naps the only thing filling the silence.
"Did… did you like it?" Fai asked it softly, somehow knowing it was a question that could change things between them.
"Yeah, sure. Why wouldn't I?"
"Oh. I just thought…"
"Thought what? That I'd be jealous? That I wouldn't be okay with you enjoying yourself?" The last part came out gruffly, and Kurogane got up to put the towels in a small basket near the door without looking at him.
It was true. He had enjoyed himself. More than he had thought possible. So what was bothering him so much? And what did Kurogane have to do with it?
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It was only when they were almost home--well, what they called home in this world--that he realized it. He took a deep breath, not exactly sure what to say.
"Kurogane, I…" Kurogane turned back to look at him, hesitancy hanging in the set of his shoulders.
"I… won't do that again. Okay?"
He looked at him but didn't respond, almost as if he was waiting for Fai to say more.
He was careful to bring his sing-song back as walked up and laced his hand through Kurogane's. "After today, I've come to realize that it would be way more fun to do all of that on a home video."
Another questioning look. God the man was dense. But as they walked down the street, hand in hand, Fai could almost let himself believe that it would work. That he could be open, and honest, and okay. That they were just one more normal couple with nothing more to worry about then what they'd have for dinner.
Even if that would never happen, it was fun to pretend. Just one more scene to add to his grand performance.
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They left the world less than a week later. The film had brought in a killing, enough to set them up quite nicely for the next few worlds.
Fai had even gotten a copy of the film to send to Yuko. He had a feeling that she might appreciate it. And who knew? It might even give Watanuki and that other boy some creative ideas of their own.
Little Puppy in Paradise - Part 2
He was currently sandwiched between two incredibly attractive men with one woman licking the soles of his feet. It was something new, but not unpleasant; he could see himself getting used to the whole feet licking thing.
"And… take two!"
It was hard to explain, but the moment the camera was back on them, he became completely lost in the bliss of it. Knowing it was a performance actually made him more comfortable; no attachments, no emotions. Nothing but the feeling of skin on skin, the dampness at the base of his neck, and the delicious sounds coming from their--his--mouth.
But as the hours went on, he came to see it wasn't so much an act, but a dance. A dance of knowing when to come together, when to pull apart. Knowing when to give, and to take. It had become a completely transcendent state, one where his body was nothing more than a vessel for pleasure. When the director called out directions, it came from a distant shore, somewhere in the realm of the other, the place of reality, where everything was measured and everything was a game. This was natural. This was the only time he didn't have to think.
But he was brought back to reality by the glimpse of Kurogane. Through the haze, he saw his face. It was lined with lust, he saw it, was drawn to it like a dying man to water. But there was something else, something lurking behind his eyes. Hurt. Shame. Confusion.
Suddenly, the mist faded away. There was no more bliss, no transcendence. There was nothing but the stage, and the actors writhing across his exposed skin. He looked down and noticed that all of the people looked the same. These people he had joined with, they too were nothing but vessels of pleasure to give and take.
They wrapped up in the next hour, doing things that made the girl who had welcomed them turn bright pink, barely visible behind the clipboard she held in front of her face. Everyone else clapped as they wrapped up, the director nearly in tears as he said that their performance had been 'art, true art,' and that he had finally managed to capture the form of true pleasure.
They all shook Fai's hand, not seeming to mind the stickiness, before scurrying off in different directions to make a hasty set change as the cast for the next film began to filter in.
In the flurry of activity, Fai wasn't sure what to do. He felt vulnerable and exposed, like he had just descended from the home of the gods into the harsh realm of mortals. He was staring blankly at the room around him when he felt a robe drop over his shoulders.
"Let's get you cleaned up."
Before he could respond, he felt himself being gently led to the room they had started out in.
He was guided to a chair, while the other person flitted about the room, muttering. It was Kurogane.
"Oh, hello Kurogane…" His own voice sounded strangely distant.
"Mage."
He continued to look around the room, collecting a few items before coming over.
He pulled out a few towels, and began to wipe at Fai's face. "Can't have the kids seeing you like this, now can we."
"Mmmm." Was all he could manage in response.
"So…" The wiping suddenly became a little more rough. "Did you have a good time?"
"Great time. Great time… yeah."
"That's good."
The continued like that for a few minutes. The sound of towels and various wet naps the only thing filling the silence.
"Did… did you like it?" Fai asked it softly, somehow knowing it was a question that could change things between them.
"Yeah, sure. Why wouldn't I?"
"Oh. I just thought…"
"Thought what? That I'd be jealous? That I wouldn't be okay with you enjoying yourself?" The last part came out gruffly, and Kurogane got up to put the towels in a small basket near the door without looking at him.
It was true. He had enjoyed himself. More than he had thought possible. So what was bothering him so much? And what did Kurogane have to do with it?
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It was only when they were almost home--well, what they called home in this world--that he realized it. He took a deep breath, not exactly sure what to say.
"Kurogane, I…" Kurogane turned back to look at him, hesitancy hanging in the set of his shoulders.
"I… won't do that again. Okay?"
He looked at him but didn't respond, almost as if he was waiting for Fai to say more.
He was careful to bring his sing-song back as walked up and laced his hand through Kurogane's. "After today, I've come to realize that it would be way more fun to do all of that on a home video."
Another questioning look. God the man was dense. But as they walked down the street, hand in hand, Fai could almost let himself believe that it would work. That he could be open, and honest, and okay. That they were just one more normal couple with nothing more to worry about then what they'd have for dinner.
Even if that would never happen, it was fun to pretend. Just one more scene to add to his grand performance.
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They left the world less than a week later. The film had brought in a killing, enough to set them up quite nicely for the next few worlds.
Fai had even gotten a copy of the film to send to Yuko. He had a feeling that she might appreciate it. And who knew? It might even give Watanuki and that other boy some creative ideas of their own.
~ FIN