Little Girl's Day Out
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bottanTitle: Little Girl's Day Out
Characters/Pairing: Kurogane/Fai, Doumeki
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Drugs, crack, cross-dressing, sex.
Word count: ~ 4,900
Summary: There are some things that Kurogane will never. Ever. Talk about. Dreams that unravel after being inhaling generous amounts of a drug that Fai claims to be not toxic fall under that unwritten law.
a/n: I don’t know how commonly it’s known, but a shisha is the same as a hookah, a water pipe. Marina leafs are purely made up (I hope). This is unapologetic crack and just as much porn. I don’t have an excuse. The core of this was written in October of 2010, as a kinkmeme fill. Original prompt and fill here.
There were things that Kurogane would never. Ever. Talk about. Not under torture. And if Fai ever again asked him to inhale some fascinating, definitely-not-toxic drug, he would turn tail and run.
“Try it, it’s not bad,” Fai coaxed. His pupils were dilated and his grin wide and a bit stupid. Blue smoke rose from his pouting lips and curled around his blond hair. He patted the colorful cushions on the floor next to him and lifted the mouth piece of the shisha invitingly. Kurogane merely narrowed his eyes, and lingered in the doorway of the oriental-style room of their shared quarters. The children were out in town, to some kind of festival, and he hadn’t questioned it when Fai had told him he wanted to “discuss” something with him. There were stories to almost any world they visited that weren’t meant for children’s ears, and some of them had proven useful guiding them their way to the feathers. Well, and if it had been something entirely else Fai had called him for, Kurogane couldn’t really be brought to complain too much.
“I’m not going to smoke that,” he protested darkly. “And you shouldn’t either. You probably don’t even know what that stuff does.”
“Aw, come on, it’s relaxing,” he giggled, twirling the . Fai’s smile slipped as he Kurogane’s stony expression wouldn’t fade. He sat up a bit straighter, visibly fighting the influence of the drug to regain composure. Kurogane was almost astonished as to how easily he seemed to succeed. If it hadn’t been for his blown pupils and the slight tremor to his hands, Kurogane would have taken him for sober.
“Kuro-min, I’m not doing this because I like the effects,” Kurogane interrupted him with a disbelieving snort. The wizard shot him a disdainful look and Kurogane held his tongue. “There are legends about marina leafs,” he continued. “It’s said that these plants are conscious. They are supposed to store the history of this planet, trading the information in a giant network through their roots – nature is the greatest library this world has. Burning the dried and crushed leafs of marina will release this information, or at least open a door to the knowledge that is stored within the plants. It is said that, asking for it in the right way, after smoking you will gain answers to your questions within your dreams. It might be nothing but a fairy tale, but,” he shrugged, crooked smile on his lips, “I think it can’t hurt to try.”
Kurogane mulled this over. “Sounds like a lame excuse for getting high.”
“Hmm, but it seems to work,” Fai murmured. “Though I find it more probable that this is just another kind of psychedelic substance, it seems that the messages received through the drug are stunningly accurate.”
“How’d you even know?” Kurogane scoffed, but he settled down next him into way too soft cushions, either way.
“Because I’m talking with the locals instead of scaring them into silence, like a certain, big puppy,” Fai grinned at him, his lids heavy over his eyes. Tonight, it made him look slightly stupid and less like the sly liar. Kurogane accepted the mouthpiece and inhaled the smoke. It was oily when gliding down his throat and lungs and he already felt a bit light-headed when he let it float out of his mouth.
“If this stuff is toxic, I’ll kill you,” Kurogane told the wizard. Fai merely giggled and draped himself heavily over Kurogane’s shoulder to suck more of the smoke down his lungs. “If it’s so harmless why aren’t you going to let the kids try it?”
“Because,” Fai whispered into the skin just underneath Kurogane’s ear, lashes brushing his skin, “it’s also very prone to cause hallucinations, and a highly potent aphrodisiac.”
Kurogane opened his mouth to curse, but just then Fai leaned over and kissed Kurogane through a mouth filled with smoke. When they pulled apart, scented smoke was falling from their lips and settling in their laps for a moment before dissolving on cool floor tiles. Kurogane suddenly couldn’t remember anymore why this was supposed to be a bad idea. They kissed lazily and smoked, and Fai’s hands were snaking their way into his light shirt.
“Remember to ask the question,” Fai said after a moment, seemingly with effort. His hands were pools of heat against Kurogane’s skin and his eyes were dark and wide when they looked up at Kurogane. Anything he said sounded vaguely obscene. “Where is Sakura’s feather?”
Kurogane blinked, the room around them seemed to warp and morph, stretching away from him, and as he looked up, there suddenly was a cloudless summer sky overhead, where there should have been a roof and above the blackness of a deep night.
A cloud drifted into view between lush, green treetops and Kurogane suddenly felt strongly remembered of nihon, though he was pretty sure that the sky there had never been purple. He had the very distinct idea that his mother wouldn’t have approved of him smoking things that made the sky purple. Mothers never did, and if his mother had still been alive when he grew up, she would have warned him away from opium that was just as much of a drug as these leafs probably were.
After his mother had died, he had only Tomoyo left, who wouldn’t smoke, either; she was a lady, after all. Or at least a growing girl. And Kurogane shouldn’t be smoking. Not because he was a lady, obviously. He took another drag from the shisha, and realized that Fai was crawling into his clothes. There was a very distinct kind of heat crawling through his thighs and pooling in a tingling feeling in his belly.
He shouldn’t be smoking, he thought, because smoking really wasn’t very appropriate for growing girls.
Kurogane was quite certain that the splitting headache upon waking up the next morning, was enough to prove that the leaf had been toxic, after all, and that that was really all the reason he needed to kill Fai for this mess.
First, he’d have to find out how to make the room stop spinning, and the sound of retching nearby told him that Fai really wasn’t off much better.
“You're ruining my dress!” Kurogane hollered. Fai had sent him crashing backwards and down onto the table top, sending tea cups flying and porcelain clinking. A bunch of sharp things were poking into his back and shoulder blades, and Kurogane felt something slippery against his upper arm. He didn’t need to turn his head to realize it was the butter the idiot had used to grease his watch with half an hour ago.
Fai, the Mad Hatter, laughed throatily. Going by the grin, he and the maddening, purple cat he had encountered earlier could have been siblings.
“Why, Alice darling, your dress will be even more sullied in a moment,” he promised cheerfully, pushing Kurogane's skirts up. He shivered, looking downwards, steadying himself on his elbows. He had never liked these petticoats, no matter what his mother had told him of being a proper lady – they got dirty far to easily, he couldn’t climb trees without flashing his underwear, strong wind was his archenemy – but now, as they were blocking his line of sight, he found a completely new kind of exasperation with the silken layers of cloth.
The Mad Hatter looked at parts of him that, quite honestly, no one should look at that intently, and whistled between his teeth.
“Those pink panties seem to be a bit tight, let me help you with that,” he said with a crease of concentration in his brow – Kurogane growled as his cheeks flushed – and, flashing him a heavy-lidded smile, the Hatter's delved into the blue and white layers of fabric. From Kurogane’s point of view, that amounted to a tent of blue cloth from which that ridiculously big hat was peeking out.
Once again, he wondered how exactly he had come to be in this position – but after being shrunk and grown, having almost drowned in a lake of tears (those had not been his in case anyone asked, he didn’t cry, thank you very much), being forced to dance with a crazy bunch of birds and trying to make sense of half-assed poetry, he thought that sleeping with the Mad Hatter was most probably just the peak of one giant conspiracy against his sanity. He had no other explanation for this. He guessed he could as well enjoy it.
He was pulled back towards (what he secretly hoped to not be) reality when a pink piece of cloth was sent flying haphazardly into the wood beyond the garden. His panties. His favorite ones, too, those with kittens. Kurogane got the feeling that something was distinctly wrong, here, but then again, his underwear was hanging from a tree branch.
No wonder he was confused, he was about to lose his virginity, and that was supposed to be a messy issue. He rubbed his face wondering whether he was really old enough for this. He remembered that little girls weren’t supposed to lose their virginity, only married ladies were. The next moment something hot and wet was encircling his erection and Kurogane let out a strangled shout and let his shoulders fall back against the tabletop. Cups clinked against saucers, the sky was the most strange tint of purple, and Kurogane bit back the drawn-out moan that clawed its way up his throat, when pleasure made his skin prickly and numb. Damn, that was a fork digging into his back. He grumbled loudly and wiped the offensive tableware away, together with most of the porcelain that had been laid out for tea. He couldn’t have cared less about it crashing and breaking in the grass.
The Mad Hatter surfaced from under the skirts and looked at Kurogane reproachfully. “The Dormouse was somewhere in there, I just hope nothing happened to the poor dear…”
“Oh, shut up, you morons were stuffing it into a tea pot a moment ago,” Kurogane murmured. Fai hadn’t stopped rolling deft fingers over the sensitive skin of his cock, though, and that was at least part of the reason as to why there was no real bite to that accusion. Besides, the Dormouse was a distinctly annoying creature.
“Puhah!” a thin voice piped up and with a thump something that was most definitely not a mouse sprang up from the side of the table and landed on Kurogane’s chest. “Alice is so cruel, not a lady at all!”
“Now, now,” the Hatter soothed it, as the mouse hopped up and down, sending thrums through Kurogane’s body, “I’m sure Alice didn’t mean it, did you, darling?”
In lieu of answering, Kurogane grabbed at the white fluffy thing, wound up, and sent it flying over the treetops with a grunt.
“Mokona's secret technique no 134: Mokona Plaaaaane!”
The hatter’s eyes followed the Dormouse’s trajectory until the white ball of fluff vanished in the vegetation with a ploff. Then he turned back around as though nothing had happened, grinned mischievously and started crawling over Kurogane’s body in ways that made his hips buck up in anticipation.
The dining table shook and tea cups clinked together as their lips met, tongues intertwining and mouths moving with a needy kind of hunger. Fai’s mouth tasted of sweet tea and strangely enough of smoke and somehow that fact made Kurogane wonder why everyone called him Alice. Before he could follow that particular train of thought, though, the Hatter sat up and his giant hat tumbled down to hit Kurogane smack in the face.
The man cursed and swatted the offending piece of clothing away.
“Tsk tsk, that's no way of talking for a lady, Alice potty mouth,” he chided and pulled on Kurogane's cock. The man moaned and bucked into the light touch. Fai laughed darkly and stood up on the shaking table to discard his pants.
Kurogane stared up at him for a moment, but his eyes soon were watering from the brightness that surrounded his the Hatter’s face, and he turned his head to the side. His eyes met those of the March Hare, who was watching them impassively. Kuorgane’s face grew hot. He had completely forgotten that the creep was still here.
“Mind you own business, Hare,” he bit out, scowling in hopes of hiding his blush. The young man wore a slightly messy bird-nest on his head, framed by fluffy, long ears that bobbed whenever he moved. If he moved. He merely shrugged and continued staring at Kurogane as though he was a moderately interesting piece of wallpaper.
“Oh, don't be distracted by Doumeki – he likes to watch,” the Hatter said with a dismissively, and in a slightly more secretive tone, “Completely lost it, that one, look at the state of the nest he’s wearing – feathers as though we were already in the 80s.”
He straddled Kurogane's hips, ass rubbing against the other man's cock through the layers of petticoats, and Kurogane forgot about fashion of the 80s, which must turn out to be horrendous from the tone the Hatter had chosen. Kurogane’s hands stroked up naked thighs to lock onto slender hips, thumbs caressing the soft skin he found. The pants were gone, but the tea stained shirt and jacket were still hanging from his shoulders, inviting his fingers to glide up across the man’s torso. He grabbed the blonde man's collar and pulled him down into another, deep kiss. Fai chuckled against his mouth and braced himself against Kurogane’s chest, stroking his nipples through the fabric of the frilly dress.
“Alice, sweetie, you're aware that frilly dresses are made for little girls, aren't you?” his voice was thick with amusement.
“Yeah, I’m wearing a frilly dress, but I’m not a little girl,” Kurogane growled at him. “I grant you, I'm going to school with little girls, I’m learning how to sew and stitch, I'm the top of the singing classes, and I got a white cat with a pink bow. I even got fucking kittens on my panties, but I’m not a little girl, anymore. I’m almost a lady!”
Fai laughed and kissed his nose. “Well, panties are gone, no proof against it, there. I’ll just assume you’re telling me the truth,” He hummed as he set to plundering Kurogane's mouth. The other man moaned, melting against Fai's soft, sweet lips.
Suddenly, a thin strip of cold metal pressed against his chest and his eyes shot open. There was a loud ripping noise and the Batshit Mad Hatter had slit his dress and apron with a cake knife from collar to navel.
“Damn you, that was my best dress!!” Kurogane roared – and yelped, when Fai reached behind him and around the petticoats to grab a his cock a bit too firmly. He gasped, threw his head back where it collided with the table top with a resounding crack that sent his vision sparking. Damn that man.
“You said yourself that it was ruined, anyway,” Fai grinned, squeezing him in ways that were decidedly unfair.
“So… what shall I wear... to the Queen's ball...” Kurogane managed before he lost the trail of the thought as blood that his brain needed for coherency decided to pool in his abdomen. “My mother...” fuck, he really didn’t want to think about his mother, now.
“Doumeki, you still got some of those dresses?” the hatter asked offhandedly. “The ones you were saving for your boyfriend?”
Kurogane turned to look at the March Hare, who still hadn’t stopped staring. Kurogane wondered whether he should mind more, he was sure that pretty girls that were almost ladies shouldn’t be stared at. The young man shrugged, seemingly pondered things for a moment and then nodded silently. His ears were bouncing and Kurogane wondered whether they were as soft and fluffy as they looked.
He moaned loudly and felt orgasm approaching in a tight curl of ice and heat that settled in his limbs.
The Hatter stopped. He leaned in, rubbing his own erection against Kurogane's abs, letting hands wander across bare skin. Kurogane admitted that it felt better without the fabric in between, especially when Fai bit at his nipple, but he still would have liked to get out of that dress normally. Maybe if he could find some blue yarn and remember how to cross-stitch-
“Alice, dear, pass me the butter, please.”
Kurogane stared at him for a moment, disheveled and uncomprehending, and the Hatter sighed.
“You squished the good butter, Alice, clumsy,” he pouted and pulled the slimy plate from under Kurogane's arm. “Even though butter is so useful! It’s good for watches and delicious in cake... Alice, love, gimme your hand.”
Kurogane complied and Fai led it to his mouth, rough tongue licking at his fingers in a way that sent heat right through his arm and made his hips buck up. Then Fai spread a generous amount of butter on his hand and Kurogane pulled a face for a moment.
“What the-”
“Aw, just return the favor,” Fai smiled and led the greasy hand to his cock. Kurogane complied. With fascination, he watched Fai’s face contort in pleasure, breath was escaping the slightly opened lips in pants, and the naked skin of his legs moving in small thrusts where Fai straddled him.
Fai smeared more butter over his fingers, and let his hand wander under his body. Kurogane couldn't see what he was doing, but Fai whimpered and his cock twitched under Kurogane's fingers.
“Good butter, the good, good butter...” the Mad Hatter murmured and his cheeks and the pale skin of his chest were flushed and beads of sweat was rolling down trembling thighs. “Should try mixing it with tea sometime...” He grabbed for more butter and he struggled to push the petticoats up until they were a rumpled mess against Kurogane's stomach and chest, and grabbed the erect cock beneath. Kurogane let out a yelp.
“Don’t squish me,” the Hatter gasped and Kuorgane loosened his grip around Fai's cock hastily. With open fascination he watched the blond slide down on him slowly, one hand at Kurogane's cock, the other grabbing at his own thigh as tough to steady himself. Fai's lips were slightly parted and his muscles were shaking. The tip of Kurogane's cock pressed against his slippery ass. And then slowly, ever so slowly the Hatter sank down on him and Kurogane moaned and dug his fingers into white hips, as heat and tightness engulfed him. After a moment, his cock was buried within the other completely.
The Hatter smiled down at him through fever-bright eyes and he moved around experimentally. Electricity trickled up Kurogane’s spine, pooling in his shoulders and arms and making his fingertips tingle. He pressed his hips upwards to meet Fai’s heat. The Hatter let out a soft shout and convulsed around Kurogane, sending shivers through his body. Fai started rocking back and forth, moving with Kurogane's shallow thrusts that steadily grew deeper and harder. Wet noises, the slap of skin against skin, and their irregular breathing filled the air. Fai let his hands wander across Kuogane's chest and played with nipples hidden beyond the upside down underskirts. Then he grabbed at Kurogane's hand and folded it back around his cock. He pumped it in an awkward rhythm to the thrusts.
Kurogane didn't last long – his vision went white, his eyes fluttered shut and his mouth opened in a guttural growl. With trembling hips he pressed up, letting orgasm wash over him and up into Fai. The Hatter shivered and grabbed at Kurogane's shoulders, riding orgasm out. The taller man sank bonelessly and sweaty down onto the table cloth.
Fai lifted himself off Kurogane's cock, impish grin on his face, and kissed the other man languidly, stroking his shoulders and chest. When their lips parted, he kissed a trail up to Kurogane’s ear, breathing, “Suck me, Alice.”
Kurogane shivered. He grabbed the man by the waist and rolled them both over.
Not a good idea when you don’t know where the table ends.
Fai shouted in surprise and tried to cling to the edge of the table and Kurogane at the same time, and – accompanied by a loud crash, the table cloth, and half the porcelain – they landed on top of a couch, which thankfully enough remained erect even though it swayed dangerously under their weight before it fell back on all four with a thump.
For a moment, they were both rendered speechless, a frozen pile of limbs, while sugar pots and cups were still sliding down the table and shattering in the dirt.
“I'll get a dustpan,” Doumeki's voice rose from across the table and both of them watched the forgotten March Hare shuffle towards his rabbit-eared house.
Well, Kurogane was on top now. The Mad Hatter shook beneath him and when Kuorgane turned to look at him, Fai broke into loud laughter. Tears were streaming down his face, and Kurogane didn’t really succeed in biting back a low chuckle, before he bent down to kiss him wordlessly. He nibbled at the still giggling man's bottom lip and worked his way down. His tongue left a wet trail across the other's chest and laughter soon enough dissolved into moans. They shuffled around until Kurogane decided to shove the couch away from the table so he could lower himself comfortably between the other man's legs. At least Fai’s state of arousal seemed unaffected by the accident and Kurogane took him in slowly.
The Hatter moaned and clawed at the upholstery behind him. “God, Alice…”
Fai was still slick with butter, and Kurogane set to the task of licking him clean of the grease. Kurogane nibbled and sucked, letting his tongue swirl across the tip of the erection and enjoyed the small yelps when he let his teeth scrape across sensitive skin. With one hand he massaged the other man's balls until Fai’s muscles grew tight with approaching orgasm. “Kuro...” Fai gasped and rambled something incoherent, before letting out a strangled scream and bucking up into Kurogane's mouth. Kurogane felt and tasted the bitter, salty semen spread against the roof of his mouth, and almost gagged at the thick mess. Kurogane jerked away and spit the white fluid to the ground, mouth fuzzy with the taste.
“You could really learn to swallow,” Fai said dazedly and despite his words there was a post-coital grin spreading over his face.
“I’m not swallowing that goo,” Kurogane grumped back, still stroking Fai’s skin.
“I always do for you, though,” Fai replied lazily, still reclining on the couch without a care in the world. Kurogane ceased all movement for a moment, thinking this over.
“No,” he said slowly, “I’m very sure that you don’t, cause I’ve not slept with you, before.”
Fai looked back at him, expression abstracted, when he replied, “Yeah, you’re right. First time I met Alice, wasn’t it.”
“Yeah,” Kurogane agreed with growing conviction. Sounds of clinking porcelain drifted to them from across the table, and the bobbing ears told him that Doumeki had started clearing the shards off his lawn.
Kurogane plucked at his torn dress and wondered at how strange this all felt, though he couldn’t really put his finger on what exactly was wrong with this scenario. Fuck, he had really gotten carried away – he’d need a new dress, he’d never be able to show up at the queens festivities like this.
The Mad Hatter suddenly stood up, his gaze strangely focused, as though he was in deep thought. That couldn’t mean anything good, Kurogane realized.
“Something about the March Hare is off,” Fai said, sounding puzzled, his gaze locking with Kurogane’s, willing him to help him along. “What is off about the March Hare, Alice?”
Kurogane huffed in annoyance. “You said the nest was out of style.”
Fai blinked, “Did I?” He glanced over to the March Hare that had again taken to looking at them both. “How can a bird-nest be out of style?”
“The feathers,” Kurogane grunted, wondering why he even cared.
“The feathers are out of style,” Fai repeated. Suddenly, his eyes widened in understanding. He jumped from the couch, all but flying over the table to grab the March Hare by the shoulders. He still didn’t seem to care that he was mostly naked for all of this and that his privates were pretty much on height with the younger man’s face when he was standing atop the table. “Doumeki!” he shouted, eyes wide and excited, “Alice needs a new dress and you still have that old, pink tutu, don’t you?”
Kurogane glanced suspiciously over at the Hare who nodded earnestly and looked over at Kurogane. “But he looks broader in the shoulders than my grandfather, I’m not sure it will fit.”
At this point, Kurogane honestly didn’t care anymore. He only wanted a dress to go to the ball, and if it was a fucking pink tutu. He was suspecting that his mother would know the difference though.
Kurogane’s adventures in Wonderland included a lot of being chased around, playing cricket with flamingos, being almost beheaded on various occasions, and more sex than a lady should take part in within one day.
He also learned that tutus weren’t made for adventures of that kind and that tights ripped rather easily when attacked by a dragon.
The only redeeming feature to waking up was that Fai was even worse off than Kurogane. When the ninja woke with a head heavy like lead, the wizard was already retching into a vase that he had used to burn incense in, yesterday night. Also, it seemed to be one of the few pieces of furniture that had been spared any damage, up to then. He surfaced ashen-faced and miserable, and seemed to need a moment to focus his eyes on Kurogane.
“Kuro-pin,” he said, trying to school his features into something less miserable and failing. “Can you-” he broke off, seemingly embarrassed, and cleared his throat, before continuing. “Do you remember any of what happened, yesterday night?”
Kurogane looked around the trashed room – split cushions, broken dishes, the shisha was in shards. They were both naked. Well, mostly naked, Kurogane’s clothes had been torn apart and he was still wearing sleeves and a single pant leg. And then, unbidden, the memories came crushing back. In far too much detail, if one was to ask Kurogane. His gaze locked on Fai’s face. The Mad Hatter. Oh my god, he had worn a fucking pink tutu. What the fuck.
“No,” he all but yelped, fighting the abject horror in his stomach down. “No, I don’t remember a thing.”
Fai and he shared a long glance of mutual understanding, before Fai pulled a grimace that was not quite the smile he had aimed for. “Seems like it was a fairy tale, after all, then.”
And with that, he was back to retching. They never spoke of the whole affair, again.
Two days later, the travelers found themselves in the dark, cool halls of a temple, and Kurogane had started to grow queasy at the smell of incense and thick smoke that was wafting from the torches nearby. They had been waiting for what felt like an hour, by then, and Kurogane almost was irritated enough to excuse himself outside, and let the boy shout in case they encountered anything large with sharp teeth.
Just then, however, an ancient man in white robes appeared in the doorway to the antechamber, accompanied by the nervous-looking acolyte that had vanished with their plead for entrance, a while ago.
“You may come in, my children,” the priest said in a parched, hitching voice. Kurogane exhaled as the portal doors were opened, and let eager Syaoran, clutching at a withering tome written in a strange language, and the wide-eyed Princess enter. Fai fell in step beside him trailing the teenagers, still looking slightly pale.
His own damn fault, Kurogane thought, fucking shisha.
Suddenly, the mage’s eyes grew wide and his hands flew to his mouth, stifling the kind of curse that crossed his lips rather seldomly. Kurogane followed his gaze, and stopped breathing.
“Mokona can feel the feather!” the pork bun exclaimed excitedly, bouncing down from Syaoran’s shoulder and across the room. “It’s up there!”
Kurogane didn’t even need to look at the annoying creature, to know it was pointing towards the stone statue. The one honoring fertility. Depicting a giant rabbit. With a bird-nest on its head.
“It’s the March Hare!” Syaoran shouted, grabbing Sakura by the hands with a wild grin. “I knew it would be here, all the tales pointed towards it!”
“Then Doumeki’s stony features were pointing to a stone figure…?” Fai wondered with an entirely inappropriate giggle. Kurogane let out a strangled noise that he’d later deny to have been a squeak.
As they left this world in a flurry of magic and bending dimensions, Kurogane realized he shouldn’t have needed this experience to know that he really, really shouldn’t smoke the first-best thing Fai thrust at him and claimed to be non-toxic.
He also hoped that not only the memories of the horrid night would fade with time, but also his newly acquired (honestly ridiculous if not simply embarrassing) slight kink for frilly dresses.
Characters/Pairing: Kurogane/Fai, Doumeki
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Drugs, crack, cross-dressing, sex.
Word count: ~ 4,900
Summary: There are some things that Kurogane will never. Ever. Talk about. Dreams that unravel after being inhaling generous amounts of a drug that Fai claims to be not toxic fall under that unwritten law.
a/n: I don’t know how commonly it’s known, but a shisha is the same as a hookah, a water pipe. Marina leafs are purely made up (I hope). This is unapologetic crack and just as much porn. I don’t have an excuse. The core of this was written in October of 2010, as a kinkmeme fill. Original prompt and fill here.
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There were things that Kurogane would never. Ever. Talk about. Not under torture. And if Fai ever again asked him to inhale some fascinating, definitely-not-toxic drug, he would turn tail and run.
“Try it, it’s not bad,” Fai coaxed. His pupils were dilated and his grin wide and a bit stupid. Blue smoke rose from his pouting lips and curled around his blond hair. He patted the colorful cushions on the floor next to him and lifted the mouth piece of the shisha invitingly. Kurogane merely narrowed his eyes, and lingered in the doorway of the oriental-style room of their shared quarters. The children were out in town, to some kind of festival, and he hadn’t questioned it when Fai had told him he wanted to “discuss” something with him. There were stories to almost any world they visited that weren’t meant for children’s ears, and some of them had proven useful guiding them their way to the feathers. Well, and if it had been something entirely else Fai had called him for, Kurogane couldn’t really be brought to complain too much.
“I’m not going to smoke that,” he protested darkly. “And you shouldn’t either. You probably don’t even know what that stuff does.”
“Aw, come on, it’s relaxing,” he giggled, twirling the . Fai’s smile slipped as he Kurogane’s stony expression wouldn’t fade. He sat up a bit straighter, visibly fighting the influence of the drug to regain composure. Kurogane was almost astonished as to how easily he seemed to succeed. If it hadn’t been for his blown pupils and the slight tremor to his hands, Kurogane would have taken him for sober.
“Kuro-min, I’m not doing this because I like the effects,” Kurogane interrupted him with a disbelieving snort. The wizard shot him a disdainful look and Kurogane held his tongue. “There are legends about marina leafs,” he continued. “It’s said that these plants are conscious. They are supposed to store the history of this planet, trading the information in a giant network through their roots – nature is the greatest library this world has. Burning the dried and crushed leafs of marina will release this information, or at least open a door to the knowledge that is stored within the plants. It is said that, asking for it in the right way, after smoking you will gain answers to your questions within your dreams. It might be nothing but a fairy tale, but,” he shrugged, crooked smile on his lips, “I think it can’t hurt to try.”
Kurogane mulled this over. “Sounds like a lame excuse for getting high.”
“Hmm, but it seems to work,” Fai murmured. “Though I find it more probable that this is just another kind of psychedelic substance, it seems that the messages received through the drug are stunningly accurate.”
“How’d you even know?” Kurogane scoffed, but he settled down next him into way too soft cushions, either way.
“Because I’m talking with the locals instead of scaring them into silence, like a certain, big puppy,” Fai grinned at him, his lids heavy over his eyes. Tonight, it made him look slightly stupid and less like the sly liar. Kurogane accepted the mouthpiece and inhaled the smoke. It was oily when gliding down his throat and lungs and he already felt a bit light-headed when he let it float out of his mouth.
“If this stuff is toxic, I’ll kill you,” Kurogane told the wizard. Fai merely giggled and draped himself heavily over Kurogane’s shoulder to suck more of the smoke down his lungs. “If it’s so harmless why aren’t you going to let the kids try it?”
“Because,” Fai whispered into the skin just underneath Kurogane’s ear, lashes brushing his skin, “it’s also very prone to cause hallucinations, and a highly potent aphrodisiac.”
Kurogane opened his mouth to curse, but just then Fai leaned over and kissed Kurogane through a mouth filled with smoke. When they pulled apart, scented smoke was falling from their lips and settling in their laps for a moment before dissolving on cool floor tiles. Kurogane suddenly couldn’t remember anymore why this was supposed to be a bad idea. They kissed lazily and smoked, and Fai’s hands were snaking their way into his light shirt.
“Remember to ask the question,” Fai said after a moment, seemingly with effort. His hands were pools of heat against Kurogane’s skin and his eyes were dark and wide when they looked up at Kurogane. Anything he said sounded vaguely obscene. “Where is Sakura’s feather?”
Kurogane blinked, the room around them seemed to warp and morph, stretching away from him, and as he looked up, there suddenly was a cloudless summer sky overhead, where there should have been a roof and above the blackness of a deep night.
A cloud drifted into view between lush, green treetops and Kurogane suddenly felt strongly remembered of nihon, though he was pretty sure that the sky there had never been purple. He had the very distinct idea that his mother wouldn’t have approved of him smoking things that made the sky purple. Mothers never did, and if his mother had still been alive when he grew up, she would have warned him away from opium that was just as much of a drug as these leafs probably were.
After his mother had died, he had only Tomoyo left, who wouldn’t smoke, either; she was a lady, after all. Or at least a growing girl. And Kurogane shouldn’t be smoking. Not because he was a lady, obviously. He took another drag from the shisha, and realized that Fai was crawling into his clothes. There was a very distinct kind of heat crawling through his thighs and pooling in a tingling feeling in his belly.
He shouldn’t be smoking, he thought, because smoking really wasn’t very appropriate for growing girls.
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Kurogane was quite certain that the splitting headache upon waking up the next morning, was enough to prove that the leaf had been toxic, after all, and that that was really all the reason he needed to kill Fai for this mess.
First, he’d have to find out how to make the room stop spinning, and the sound of retching nearby told him that Fai really wasn’t off much better.
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“You're ruining my dress!” Kurogane hollered. Fai had sent him crashing backwards and down onto the table top, sending tea cups flying and porcelain clinking. A bunch of sharp things were poking into his back and shoulder blades, and Kurogane felt something slippery against his upper arm. He didn’t need to turn his head to realize it was the butter the idiot had used to grease his watch with half an hour ago.
Fai, the Mad Hatter, laughed throatily. Going by the grin, he and the maddening, purple cat he had encountered earlier could have been siblings.
“Why, Alice darling, your dress will be even more sullied in a moment,” he promised cheerfully, pushing Kurogane's skirts up. He shivered, looking downwards, steadying himself on his elbows. He had never liked these petticoats, no matter what his mother had told him of being a proper lady – they got dirty far to easily, he couldn’t climb trees without flashing his underwear, strong wind was his archenemy – but now, as they were blocking his line of sight, he found a completely new kind of exasperation with the silken layers of cloth.
The Mad Hatter looked at parts of him that, quite honestly, no one should look at that intently, and whistled between his teeth.
“Those pink panties seem to be a bit tight, let me help you with that,” he said with a crease of concentration in his brow – Kurogane growled as his cheeks flushed – and, flashing him a heavy-lidded smile, the Hatter's delved into the blue and white layers of fabric. From Kurogane’s point of view, that amounted to a tent of blue cloth from which that ridiculously big hat was peeking out.
Once again, he wondered how exactly he had come to be in this position – but after being shrunk and grown, having almost drowned in a lake of tears (those had not been his in case anyone asked, he didn’t cry, thank you very much), being forced to dance with a crazy bunch of birds and trying to make sense of half-assed poetry, he thought that sleeping with the Mad Hatter was most probably just the peak of one giant conspiracy against his sanity. He had no other explanation for this. He guessed he could as well enjoy it.
He was pulled back towards (what he secretly hoped to not be) reality when a pink piece of cloth was sent flying haphazardly into the wood beyond the garden. His panties. His favorite ones, too, those with kittens. Kurogane got the feeling that something was distinctly wrong, here, but then again, his underwear was hanging from a tree branch.
No wonder he was confused, he was about to lose his virginity, and that was supposed to be a messy issue. He rubbed his face wondering whether he was really old enough for this. He remembered that little girls weren’t supposed to lose their virginity, only married ladies were. The next moment something hot and wet was encircling his erection and Kurogane let out a strangled shout and let his shoulders fall back against the tabletop. Cups clinked against saucers, the sky was the most strange tint of purple, and Kurogane bit back the drawn-out moan that clawed its way up his throat, when pleasure made his skin prickly and numb. Damn, that was a fork digging into his back. He grumbled loudly and wiped the offensive tableware away, together with most of the porcelain that had been laid out for tea. He couldn’t have cared less about it crashing and breaking in the grass.
The Mad Hatter surfaced from under the skirts and looked at Kurogane reproachfully. “The Dormouse was somewhere in there, I just hope nothing happened to the poor dear…”
“Oh, shut up, you morons were stuffing it into a tea pot a moment ago,” Kurogane murmured. Fai hadn’t stopped rolling deft fingers over the sensitive skin of his cock, though, and that was at least part of the reason as to why there was no real bite to that accusion. Besides, the Dormouse was a distinctly annoying creature.
“Puhah!” a thin voice piped up and with a thump something that was most definitely not a mouse sprang up from the side of the table and landed on Kurogane’s chest. “Alice is so cruel, not a lady at all!”
“Now, now,” the Hatter soothed it, as the mouse hopped up and down, sending thrums through Kurogane’s body, “I’m sure Alice didn’t mean it, did you, darling?”
In lieu of answering, Kurogane grabbed at the white fluffy thing, wound up, and sent it flying over the treetops with a grunt.
“Mokona's secret technique no 134: Mokona Plaaaaane!”
The hatter’s eyes followed the Dormouse’s trajectory until the white ball of fluff vanished in the vegetation with a ploff. Then he turned back around as though nothing had happened, grinned mischievously and started crawling over Kurogane’s body in ways that made his hips buck up in anticipation.
The dining table shook and tea cups clinked together as their lips met, tongues intertwining and mouths moving with a needy kind of hunger. Fai’s mouth tasted of sweet tea and strangely enough of smoke and somehow that fact made Kurogane wonder why everyone called him Alice. Before he could follow that particular train of thought, though, the Hatter sat up and his giant hat tumbled down to hit Kurogane smack in the face.
The man cursed and swatted the offending piece of clothing away.
“Tsk tsk, that's no way of talking for a lady, Alice potty mouth,” he chided and pulled on Kurogane's cock. The man moaned and bucked into the light touch. Fai laughed darkly and stood up on the shaking table to discard his pants.
Kurogane stared up at him for a moment, but his eyes soon were watering from the brightness that surrounded his the Hatter’s face, and he turned his head to the side. His eyes met those of the March Hare, who was watching them impassively. Kuorgane’s face grew hot. He had completely forgotten that the creep was still here.
“Mind you own business, Hare,” he bit out, scowling in hopes of hiding his blush. The young man wore a slightly messy bird-nest on his head, framed by fluffy, long ears that bobbed whenever he moved. If he moved. He merely shrugged and continued staring at Kurogane as though he was a moderately interesting piece of wallpaper.
“Oh, don't be distracted by Doumeki – he likes to watch,” the Hatter said with a dismissively, and in a slightly more secretive tone, “Completely lost it, that one, look at the state of the nest he’s wearing – feathers as though we were already in the 80s.”
He straddled Kurogane's hips, ass rubbing against the other man's cock through the layers of petticoats, and Kurogane forgot about fashion of the 80s, which must turn out to be horrendous from the tone the Hatter had chosen. Kurogane’s hands stroked up naked thighs to lock onto slender hips, thumbs caressing the soft skin he found. The pants were gone, but the tea stained shirt and jacket were still hanging from his shoulders, inviting his fingers to glide up across the man’s torso. He grabbed the blonde man's collar and pulled him down into another, deep kiss. Fai chuckled against his mouth and braced himself against Kurogane’s chest, stroking his nipples through the fabric of the frilly dress.
“Alice, sweetie, you're aware that frilly dresses are made for little girls, aren't you?” his voice was thick with amusement.
“Yeah, I’m wearing a frilly dress, but I’m not a little girl,” Kurogane growled at him. “I grant you, I'm going to school with little girls, I’m learning how to sew and stitch, I'm the top of the singing classes, and I got a white cat with a pink bow. I even got fucking kittens on my panties, but I’m not a little girl, anymore. I’m almost a lady!”
Fai laughed and kissed his nose. “Well, panties are gone, no proof against it, there. I’ll just assume you’re telling me the truth,” He hummed as he set to plundering Kurogane's mouth. The other man moaned, melting against Fai's soft, sweet lips.
Suddenly, a thin strip of cold metal pressed against his chest and his eyes shot open. There was a loud ripping noise and the Batshit Mad Hatter had slit his dress and apron with a cake knife from collar to navel.
“Damn you, that was my best dress!!” Kurogane roared – and yelped, when Fai reached behind him and around the petticoats to grab a his cock a bit too firmly. He gasped, threw his head back where it collided with the table top with a resounding crack that sent his vision sparking. Damn that man.
“You said yourself that it was ruined, anyway,” Fai grinned, squeezing him in ways that were decidedly unfair.
“So… what shall I wear... to the Queen's ball...” Kurogane managed before he lost the trail of the thought as blood that his brain needed for coherency decided to pool in his abdomen. “My mother...” fuck, he really didn’t want to think about his mother, now.
“Doumeki, you still got some of those dresses?” the hatter asked offhandedly. “The ones you were saving for your boyfriend?”
Kurogane turned to look at the March Hare, who still hadn’t stopped staring. Kurogane wondered whether he should mind more, he was sure that pretty girls that were almost ladies shouldn’t be stared at. The young man shrugged, seemingly pondered things for a moment and then nodded silently. His ears were bouncing and Kurogane wondered whether they were as soft and fluffy as they looked.
He moaned loudly and felt orgasm approaching in a tight curl of ice and heat that settled in his limbs.
The Hatter stopped. He leaned in, rubbing his own erection against Kurogane's abs, letting hands wander across bare skin. Kurogane admitted that it felt better without the fabric in between, especially when Fai bit at his nipple, but he still would have liked to get out of that dress normally. Maybe if he could find some blue yarn and remember how to cross-stitch-
“Alice, dear, pass me the butter, please.”
Kurogane stared at him for a moment, disheveled and uncomprehending, and the Hatter sighed.
“You squished the good butter, Alice, clumsy,” he pouted and pulled the slimy plate from under Kurogane's arm. “Even though butter is so useful! It’s good for watches and delicious in cake... Alice, love, gimme your hand.”
Kurogane complied and Fai led it to his mouth, rough tongue licking at his fingers in a way that sent heat right through his arm and made his hips buck up. Then Fai spread a generous amount of butter on his hand and Kurogane pulled a face for a moment.
“What the-”
“Aw, just return the favor,” Fai smiled and led the greasy hand to his cock. Kurogane complied. With fascination, he watched Fai’s face contort in pleasure, breath was escaping the slightly opened lips in pants, and the naked skin of his legs moving in small thrusts where Fai straddled him.
Fai smeared more butter over his fingers, and let his hand wander under his body. Kurogane couldn't see what he was doing, but Fai whimpered and his cock twitched under Kurogane's fingers.
“Good butter, the good, good butter...” the Mad Hatter murmured and his cheeks and the pale skin of his chest were flushed and beads of sweat was rolling down trembling thighs. “Should try mixing it with tea sometime...” He grabbed for more butter and he struggled to push the petticoats up until they were a rumpled mess against Kurogane's stomach and chest, and grabbed the erect cock beneath. Kurogane let out a yelp.
“Don’t squish me,” the Hatter gasped and Kuorgane loosened his grip around Fai's cock hastily. With open fascination he watched the blond slide down on him slowly, one hand at Kurogane's cock, the other grabbing at his own thigh as tough to steady himself. Fai's lips were slightly parted and his muscles were shaking. The tip of Kurogane's cock pressed against his slippery ass. And then slowly, ever so slowly the Hatter sank down on him and Kurogane moaned and dug his fingers into white hips, as heat and tightness engulfed him. After a moment, his cock was buried within the other completely.
The Hatter smiled down at him through fever-bright eyes and he moved around experimentally. Electricity trickled up Kurogane’s spine, pooling in his shoulders and arms and making his fingertips tingle. He pressed his hips upwards to meet Fai’s heat. The Hatter let out a soft shout and convulsed around Kurogane, sending shivers through his body. Fai started rocking back and forth, moving with Kurogane's shallow thrusts that steadily grew deeper and harder. Wet noises, the slap of skin against skin, and their irregular breathing filled the air. Fai let his hands wander across Kuogane's chest and played with nipples hidden beyond the upside down underskirts. Then he grabbed at Kurogane's hand and folded it back around his cock. He pumped it in an awkward rhythm to the thrusts.
Kurogane didn't last long – his vision went white, his eyes fluttered shut and his mouth opened in a guttural growl. With trembling hips he pressed up, letting orgasm wash over him and up into Fai. The Hatter shivered and grabbed at Kurogane's shoulders, riding orgasm out. The taller man sank bonelessly and sweaty down onto the table cloth.
Fai lifted himself off Kurogane's cock, impish grin on his face, and kissed the other man languidly, stroking his shoulders and chest. When their lips parted, he kissed a trail up to Kurogane’s ear, breathing, “Suck me, Alice.”
Kurogane shivered. He grabbed the man by the waist and rolled them both over.
Not a good idea when you don’t know where the table ends.
Fai shouted in surprise and tried to cling to the edge of the table and Kurogane at the same time, and – accompanied by a loud crash, the table cloth, and half the porcelain – they landed on top of a couch, which thankfully enough remained erect even though it swayed dangerously under their weight before it fell back on all four with a thump.
For a moment, they were both rendered speechless, a frozen pile of limbs, while sugar pots and cups were still sliding down the table and shattering in the dirt.
“I'll get a dustpan,” Doumeki's voice rose from across the table and both of them watched the forgotten March Hare shuffle towards his rabbit-eared house.
Well, Kurogane was on top now. The Mad Hatter shook beneath him and when Kuorgane turned to look at him, Fai broke into loud laughter. Tears were streaming down his face, and Kurogane didn’t really succeed in biting back a low chuckle, before he bent down to kiss him wordlessly. He nibbled at the still giggling man's bottom lip and worked his way down. His tongue left a wet trail across the other's chest and laughter soon enough dissolved into moans. They shuffled around until Kurogane decided to shove the couch away from the table so he could lower himself comfortably between the other man's legs. At least Fai’s state of arousal seemed unaffected by the accident and Kurogane took him in slowly.
The Hatter moaned and clawed at the upholstery behind him. “God, Alice…”
Fai was still slick with butter, and Kurogane set to the task of licking him clean of the grease. Kurogane nibbled and sucked, letting his tongue swirl across the tip of the erection and enjoyed the small yelps when he let his teeth scrape across sensitive skin. With one hand he massaged the other man's balls until Fai’s muscles grew tight with approaching orgasm. “Kuro...” Fai gasped and rambled something incoherent, before letting out a strangled scream and bucking up into Kurogane's mouth. Kurogane felt and tasted the bitter, salty semen spread against the roof of his mouth, and almost gagged at the thick mess. Kurogane jerked away and spit the white fluid to the ground, mouth fuzzy with the taste.
“You could really learn to swallow,” Fai said dazedly and despite his words there was a post-coital grin spreading over his face.
“I’m not swallowing that goo,” Kurogane grumped back, still stroking Fai’s skin.
“I always do for you, though,” Fai replied lazily, still reclining on the couch without a care in the world. Kurogane ceased all movement for a moment, thinking this over.
“No,” he said slowly, “I’m very sure that you don’t, cause I’ve not slept with you, before.”
Fai looked back at him, expression abstracted, when he replied, “Yeah, you’re right. First time I met Alice, wasn’t it.”
“Yeah,” Kurogane agreed with growing conviction. Sounds of clinking porcelain drifted to them from across the table, and the bobbing ears told him that Doumeki had started clearing the shards off his lawn.
Kurogane plucked at his torn dress and wondered at how strange this all felt, though he couldn’t really put his finger on what exactly was wrong with this scenario. Fuck, he had really gotten carried away – he’d need a new dress, he’d never be able to show up at the queens festivities like this.
The Mad Hatter suddenly stood up, his gaze strangely focused, as though he was in deep thought. That couldn’t mean anything good, Kurogane realized.
“Something about the March Hare is off,” Fai said, sounding puzzled, his gaze locking with Kurogane’s, willing him to help him along. “What is off about the March Hare, Alice?”
Kurogane huffed in annoyance. “You said the nest was out of style.”
Fai blinked, “Did I?” He glanced over to the March Hare that had again taken to looking at them both. “How can a bird-nest be out of style?”
“The feathers,” Kurogane grunted, wondering why he even cared.
“The feathers are out of style,” Fai repeated. Suddenly, his eyes widened in understanding. He jumped from the couch, all but flying over the table to grab the March Hare by the shoulders. He still didn’t seem to care that he was mostly naked for all of this and that his privates were pretty much on height with the younger man’s face when he was standing atop the table. “Doumeki!” he shouted, eyes wide and excited, “Alice needs a new dress and you still have that old, pink tutu, don’t you?”
Kurogane glanced suspiciously over at the Hare who nodded earnestly and looked over at Kurogane. “But he looks broader in the shoulders than my grandfather, I’m not sure it will fit.”
At this point, Kurogane honestly didn’t care anymore. He only wanted a dress to go to the ball, and if it was a fucking pink tutu. He was suspecting that his mother would know the difference though.
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Kurogane’s adventures in Wonderland included a lot of being chased around, playing cricket with flamingos, being almost beheaded on various occasions, and more sex than a lady should take part in within one day.
He also learned that tutus weren’t made for adventures of that kind and that tights ripped rather easily when attacked by a dragon.
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The only redeeming feature to waking up was that Fai was even worse off than Kurogane. When the ninja woke with a head heavy like lead, the wizard was already retching into a vase that he had used to burn incense in, yesterday night. Also, it seemed to be one of the few pieces of furniture that had been spared any damage, up to then. He surfaced ashen-faced and miserable, and seemed to need a moment to focus his eyes on Kurogane.
“Kuro-pin,” he said, trying to school his features into something less miserable and failing. “Can you-” he broke off, seemingly embarrassed, and cleared his throat, before continuing. “Do you remember any of what happened, yesterday night?”
Kurogane looked around the trashed room – split cushions, broken dishes, the shisha was in shards. They were both naked. Well, mostly naked, Kurogane’s clothes had been torn apart and he was still wearing sleeves and a single pant leg. And then, unbidden, the memories came crushing back. In far too much detail, if one was to ask Kurogane. His gaze locked on Fai’s face. The Mad Hatter. Oh my god, he had worn a fucking pink tutu. What the fuck.
“No,” he all but yelped, fighting the abject horror in his stomach down. “No, I don’t remember a thing.”
Fai and he shared a long glance of mutual understanding, before Fai pulled a grimace that was not quite the smile he had aimed for. “Seems like it was a fairy tale, after all, then.”
And with that, he was back to retching. They never spoke of the whole affair, again.
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Two days later, the travelers found themselves in the dark, cool halls of a temple, and Kurogane had started to grow queasy at the smell of incense and thick smoke that was wafting from the torches nearby. They had been waiting for what felt like an hour, by then, and Kurogane almost was irritated enough to excuse himself outside, and let the boy shout in case they encountered anything large with sharp teeth.
Just then, however, an ancient man in white robes appeared in the doorway to the antechamber, accompanied by the nervous-looking acolyte that had vanished with their plead for entrance, a while ago.
“You may come in, my children,” the priest said in a parched, hitching voice. Kurogane exhaled as the portal doors were opened, and let eager Syaoran, clutching at a withering tome written in a strange language, and the wide-eyed Princess enter. Fai fell in step beside him trailing the teenagers, still looking slightly pale.
His own damn fault, Kurogane thought, fucking shisha.
Suddenly, the mage’s eyes grew wide and his hands flew to his mouth, stifling the kind of curse that crossed his lips rather seldomly. Kurogane followed his gaze, and stopped breathing.
“Mokona can feel the feather!” the pork bun exclaimed excitedly, bouncing down from Syaoran’s shoulder and across the room. “It’s up there!”
Kurogane didn’t even need to look at the annoying creature, to know it was pointing towards the stone statue. The one honoring fertility. Depicting a giant rabbit. With a bird-nest on its head.
“It’s the March Hare!” Syaoran shouted, grabbing Sakura by the hands with a wild grin. “I knew it would be here, all the tales pointed towards it!”
“Then Doumeki’s stony features were pointing to a stone figure…?” Fai wondered with an entirely inappropriate giggle. Kurogane let out a strangled noise that he’d later deny to have been a squeak.
As they left this world in a flurry of magic and bending dimensions, Kurogane realized he shouldn’t have needed this experience to know that he really, really shouldn’t smoke the first-best thing Fai thrust at him and claimed to be non-toxic.
He also hoped that not only the memories of the horrid night would fade with time, but also his newly acquired (honestly ridiculous if not simply embarrassing) slight kink for frilly dresses.
