[DD] Deja vu, PG, Romance, KAR4 [xmas05]
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chineseinkChristmas Drabbles 2005
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Pairing: Krayon x Raenef IV [Demon Diary]
Theme: satin
Deja vu
Something seemed familiar about those hands, long and slender, sliding up his sides, measured in their slow, careful strokes. Something seemed familiar about those golden eyes, endlessly deep and warm, as they peered down at him, searching for something unseen, in his soul, maybe. And he knew he knew the soft shifting of satin beneath him, a quiet rustle, slick and cool against his back, gradually warming to his heat.
So familiar, he thought dimly, lifting a hand to push dark bangs out of his eyes.
“Raenef.”
The whisper carried in the still air between them, caught between here and forever, between the lowered, sheer curtains of the canopy bed. A whisper in a voice he knew he should recognize and did, subconsciously, under his skin and in his blood, possibly. A whisper saying a name that was shaped so prettily, two syllables of dark romance, and it was his, wasn’t it?
He moved and felt the satin sheets move with him. He strained upwards, arms wrapping around that familiar—oh yes, he knew this—body and brought it down in contact with his, bare skin against bare skin, silk and heat and a friction his body knew too well.
“Krayon?” He tried out his voice and it was awkward, wrong on his lips, forming a name his heart knew in a voice he didn’t.
Long curls tumbled across them both, auburn ringlets so soft and teasing over their sensitive skin as Krayon sighed and lowered his head to Raenef’s chest. “You will remember, mate, don’t worry.” A soft kiss pressed to his collarbone as Krayon turned his head slightly. “It’ll just take time.” A smile flirted with the corners of his mouth, even more painfully familiar, and the lighthearted tone: “Reincaration’s a bitch, isn’t it?”
Raenef didn’t know what he was talking about but he decided it didn’t matter much because he knew that mouth now, that smile and that voice and him, Krayon of Egae. “Shut up and kiss me,” he demanded and his voice was still too rough, too raw, but Raenef figured he would have grown into it by the end of the night. His fingers wound themselves in that silky hair and tugged that lover’s face up to his.
“Help me remember,” he said, an order and not a plea and Krayon’s golden eyes softened because maybe after a hundred years, his lover had come back to him. It paid to be one of the oldest living demons in the seventeen realms. So he moved over Raenef and under Raenef the satin slid comfortingly against his back and Raenef closed his eyes.
I am Raenef IV.
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Posted: 12.22.2005
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peace_nowPairing: Krayon x Raenef IV [Demon Diary]
Theme: satin
Deja vu
Something seemed familiar about those hands, long and slender, sliding up his sides, measured in their slow, careful strokes. Something seemed familiar about those golden eyes, endlessly deep and warm, as they peered down at him, searching for something unseen, in his soul, maybe. And he knew he knew the soft shifting of satin beneath him, a quiet rustle, slick and cool against his back, gradually warming to his heat.
So familiar, he thought dimly, lifting a hand to push dark bangs out of his eyes.
“Raenef.”
The whisper carried in the still air between them, caught between here and forever, between the lowered, sheer curtains of the canopy bed. A whisper in a voice he knew he should recognize and did, subconsciously, under his skin and in his blood, possibly. A whisper saying a name that was shaped so prettily, two syllables of dark romance, and it was his, wasn’t it?
He moved and felt the satin sheets move with him. He strained upwards, arms wrapping around that familiar—oh yes, he knew this—body and brought it down in contact with his, bare skin against bare skin, silk and heat and a friction his body knew too well.
“Krayon?” He tried out his voice and it was awkward, wrong on his lips, forming a name his heart knew in a voice he didn’t.
Long curls tumbled across them both, auburn ringlets so soft and teasing over their sensitive skin as Krayon sighed and lowered his head to Raenef’s chest. “You will remember, mate, don’t worry.” A soft kiss pressed to his collarbone as Krayon turned his head slightly. “It’ll just take time.” A smile flirted with the corners of his mouth, even more painfully familiar, and the lighthearted tone: “Reincaration’s a bitch, isn’t it?”
Raenef didn’t know what he was talking about but he decided it didn’t matter much because he knew that mouth now, that smile and that voice and him, Krayon of Egae. “Shut up and kiss me,” he demanded and his voice was still too rough, too raw, but Raenef figured he would have grown into it by the end of the night. His fingers wound themselves in that silky hair and tugged that lover’s face up to his.
“Help me remember,” he said, an order and not a plea and Krayon’s golden eyes softened because maybe after a hundred years, his lover had come back to him. It paid to be one of the oldest living demons in the seventeen realms. So he moved over Raenef and under Raenef the satin slid comfortingly against his back and Raenef closed his eyes.
I am Raenef IV.
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Posted: 12.22.2005
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