Loss of Translation
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Category:
+S to Z › Tsubasa
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
5,042
Reviews:
37
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own or make any money off of the Tsubasa fandom. The characters and all plot lines associated to the original story belong to CLAMP.
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A/N : Sorry for the slow update everyone! Between finals and the holidays I’ve been kinda swamped. Thanks to sud1l0v3, sylverart and Niako-san for their reviews. Enjoy!
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Fai’s brain refused to accept the image his eyes saw. It couldn’t be real. This was all some sort of trick or illusion, it had to be. His arms and legs, sore from crawling, began to shake uncontrollably.
“Fai!” Kuro’s voice was gravely and thick with repressed emotion. The sound made the magician flinch. “Get up! Get up and fight them!”
His mind was spinning. It was just like before. Everything was falling apart around him and he was helpless to stop it. Kurogane wanted him to fight, but the voice in his head was telling him this was punishment. His newfound will to live was being challenged by fear, and fear was winning.
“Save your breath. He’s not going to listen to you. Are you pet?” The lieutenant appeared behind Fai and pulled his head around to face him. A lone tear fell down the mage’s cheek in answer. “You see. He’s mine now.” The hand left his head and Fai gasped as a finger pressed against his entrance, forcing its way inside.
As the other four men joined their leader, Fai felt his will begin to desert him. The lieutenant forced his cock into the blonde’s ass, ripping apart the freshly healed wounds. Fai’s agonizing screams were cut short by another member being thrust into his mouth. He soon lost count of the number of hands that spent their time stroking, probing, and teasing every erogenous part of his body. After what seemed like mere seconds, he was fully erect and thrusting uncontrollably into the hand that surrounded his cock. As he neared his release, the movement in his mouth seized and bitter liquid hit the back of his throat. The hand around his hardened member quickened it’s pace bringing the mage to climax, the lieutenant shortly following suit.
“Oh dear. It seems our guest isn’t enjoying himself.” The lieutenant lifted Fai’s chin until he could see Kurogane. His head was bowed, his body all but limp. “Why don’t you go on over and show him just how good that little mouth of yours is?”
The mage was moving before his brain had time to process what he was doing. His hands shook as he untied the garments around Kuro’s waist. Within moments they fell to the floor revealing the ninja’s large, flaccid member. Placing his hands on the warrior’s bare hips, Fai froze. This wasn’t right. Kurogane was his friend and companion. After everything he’d done for him, how could he sully him like this?
“What’s the matter? Your cowardice catching up to you?” Kuro’s voice was angry and harsh. Fai looked up and immediately wished he hadn’t as scarlet eyes bored holes into his own. The mage dropped his gaze to the ground, shame burning his cheeks. Kuro snorted. “Whatever. You wanna die that bad, go right ahead. Living’s never really been your thing.”
The words pierced through him like an arrow loosed from his bow. His mind, now fully alert, forced the ninjas lecture in Oto to the forefront of his thoughts.
‘Is this what you call living? You were a magician, what are you know?’ ‘Unlike you I don’t ever intend to give up. I’ll fight for what’s mind and if I lose, well there are worse things than being defeated. At least I won’t end up like you, running away from my problems.’ ‘I’m sure you’ll live too, but I don’t know why you bother if you don’t fight for what you’ve lost.’
When they’d first started this journey he had wanted to die. Kurogane had given him a second chance, a reason to live. Was he really going to give up that tiny piece of happiness and return to the soul-crushing loneliness? No. He’d lost so much already, he couldn’t bear the thought of losing someone else. Not again.
His hand had closed around the hilt of Kurogane’s sword and cast the sheath aside before the lieutenant and his men had time to process this change of events. With a swiftness that rendered him nearly invisible, Fai moved around the prison cell wielding the vicious blade. One by one the men fell, their blood dripping off the gleaming steel.
Fai removed the prison keys from the dead lieutenant’s waist and calmly approached Kurogane, freeing his limbs from their restraints. When the warrior had finished replacing his discarded garments, he held out his hand for the sword Fai still held. The mage tightened his grip on the hilt, the knuckles of his hand turning white. Kuro’s hand came down, covering Fai’s smaller one. The physical contact brought the mage out of the trance he hadn’t even known he’d fallen in. His legs buckled beneath him causing him to fall to his knees, the sword falling from his now limp hands.
While Kuro gathered up his sword and sheathed it, Fai quietly went to pieces. It was over. He’d done it. Somehow, someway, he had managed to find the strength to fight back against the terror and anguish. He was free.
“Shall we go?”
Fai nearly cried with joy at the softness and tenderness in his companions voice. His throat tight with emotion, the blonde simply held out his hands to the ninja. Kurogane sighed.
“You’re hopeless.” Kneeling, the warrior scooped the frail form of his friend into his arms. “And your skills with a sword leave a bit more than a lot to be desired.” Fai clenched his hands in the fabric of the ninja’s shirt. “But you did it. You fought to live, and won.” The approval and pride were evident in Kuro’s voice.
“Thank you. For everything.” Fai tightened his grip, resting his head against the larger man’s chest.
The arms holding him tightened briefly in reply and the magician smiled into his companions shirt, feeling safe and completely free.
TBC
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Fai’s brain refused to accept the image his eyes saw. It couldn’t be real. This was all some sort of trick or illusion, it had to be. His arms and legs, sore from crawling, began to shake uncontrollably.
“Fai!” Kuro’s voice was gravely and thick with repressed emotion. The sound made the magician flinch. “Get up! Get up and fight them!”
His mind was spinning. It was just like before. Everything was falling apart around him and he was helpless to stop it. Kurogane wanted him to fight, but the voice in his head was telling him this was punishment. His newfound will to live was being challenged by fear, and fear was winning.
“Save your breath. He’s not going to listen to you. Are you pet?” The lieutenant appeared behind Fai and pulled his head around to face him. A lone tear fell down the mage’s cheek in answer. “You see. He’s mine now.” The hand left his head and Fai gasped as a finger pressed against his entrance, forcing its way inside.
As the other four men joined their leader, Fai felt his will begin to desert him. The lieutenant forced his cock into the blonde’s ass, ripping apart the freshly healed wounds. Fai’s agonizing screams were cut short by another member being thrust into his mouth. He soon lost count of the number of hands that spent their time stroking, probing, and teasing every erogenous part of his body. After what seemed like mere seconds, he was fully erect and thrusting uncontrollably into the hand that surrounded his cock. As he neared his release, the movement in his mouth seized and bitter liquid hit the back of his throat. The hand around his hardened member quickened it’s pace bringing the mage to climax, the lieutenant shortly following suit.
“Oh dear. It seems our guest isn’t enjoying himself.” The lieutenant lifted Fai’s chin until he could see Kurogane. His head was bowed, his body all but limp. “Why don’t you go on over and show him just how good that little mouth of yours is?”
The mage was moving before his brain had time to process what he was doing. His hands shook as he untied the garments around Kuro’s waist. Within moments they fell to the floor revealing the ninja’s large, flaccid member. Placing his hands on the warrior’s bare hips, Fai froze. This wasn’t right. Kurogane was his friend and companion. After everything he’d done for him, how could he sully him like this?
“What’s the matter? Your cowardice catching up to you?” Kuro’s voice was angry and harsh. Fai looked up and immediately wished he hadn’t as scarlet eyes bored holes into his own. The mage dropped his gaze to the ground, shame burning his cheeks. Kuro snorted. “Whatever. You wanna die that bad, go right ahead. Living’s never really been your thing.”
The words pierced through him like an arrow loosed from his bow. His mind, now fully alert, forced the ninjas lecture in Oto to the forefront of his thoughts.
‘Is this what you call living? You were a magician, what are you know?’ ‘Unlike you I don’t ever intend to give up. I’ll fight for what’s mind and if I lose, well there are worse things than being defeated. At least I won’t end up like you, running away from my problems.’ ‘I’m sure you’ll live too, but I don’t know why you bother if you don’t fight for what you’ve lost.’
When they’d first started this journey he had wanted to die. Kurogane had given him a second chance, a reason to live. Was he really going to give up that tiny piece of happiness and return to the soul-crushing loneliness? No. He’d lost so much already, he couldn’t bear the thought of losing someone else. Not again.
His hand had closed around the hilt of Kurogane’s sword and cast the sheath aside before the lieutenant and his men had time to process this change of events. With a swiftness that rendered him nearly invisible, Fai moved around the prison cell wielding the vicious blade. One by one the men fell, their blood dripping off the gleaming steel.
Fai removed the prison keys from the dead lieutenant’s waist and calmly approached Kurogane, freeing his limbs from their restraints. When the warrior had finished replacing his discarded garments, he held out his hand for the sword Fai still held. The mage tightened his grip on the hilt, the knuckles of his hand turning white. Kuro’s hand came down, covering Fai’s smaller one. The physical contact brought the mage out of the trance he hadn’t even known he’d fallen in. His legs buckled beneath him causing him to fall to his knees, the sword falling from his now limp hands.
While Kuro gathered up his sword and sheathed it, Fai quietly went to pieces. It was over. He’d done it. Somehow, someway, he had managed to find the strength to fight back against the terror and anguish. He was free.
“Shall we go?”
Fai nearly cried with joy at the softness and tenderness in his companions voice. His throat tight with emotion, the blonde simply held out his hands to the ninja. Kurogane sighed.
“You’re hopeless.” Kneeling, the warrior scooped the frail form of his friend into his arms. “And your skills with a sword leave a bit more than a lot to be desired.” Fai clenched his hands in the fabric of the ninja’s shirt. “But you did it. You fought to live, and won.” The approval and pride were evident in Kuro’s voice.
“Thank you. For everything.” Fai tightened his grip, resting his head against the larger man’s chest.
The arms holding him tightened briefly in reply and the magician smiled into his companions shirt, feeling safe and completely free.
TBC
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