Desire

Disclaimer: I don't own it, nor am I claiming to. But I'd
definitely do something to Train. :d

Warnings: Sven/Train. One-shot, and drabble-y; insert humor for
something boringly written.


Parting touches, whispers and little groans filled the dimly lit bedroom
while a rustle of fabric seemed to be the pronounced theme all throughout
the small tirade that took place upon the bed nestled in the corner of
the small hotel room. A moment of stillness, turned into a brief second
of movement, followed by the mixed sounds of breathing; lungs overtaking
their need for intimacy. Both forms taking to rest, impatience bore away
at the smaller of the two figures entwined between linen and limbs; a low,
throaty moan given as his neck was rained in soft kisses.

"S-veeeeeeeeen.."

A single-toned reply was returned in response, as a mop of green hair
overshadowing the more unruly brown just beneath as the owner's head
lifted in a rather lazy fashion. At that, an eyepatch dangled precariously
within the peripheral vision of both males; a single over-extended strap
dangling from one end while it's shorter half rested entangled within
green locks.

There was a sigh of distaste from one bed occupant, a hand swatting
briefly at the distracting piece of black material. An overly-smug grin
was shown on the countenance of the other, holding in a snicker of
amusement as he watched briefly, the short bout of frustration over
another destroyed eyepatch.

Noticing the look he received, a squinted pair of two-toned eyes and an
agitated intake breath followed soon after.. "What?"

With an eyebrow raised, the latter uttered a rather low purr, pressing
himself flush against Sven's body. "You're not tired now, are you..?" A
quick change of mood transformed mischief into slight, trembling pout,
with his own slightly smaller digits tugging at the mishandled eyepatch.

"Well, I wouldn't be so tired if a certain someone would stop breaking
every single eyepatch I owned." Indulging the other with a one-armed
embrace, he stared in agitation at the longer portion of cord that swung
freely. "I can't even tie this one back together now, can I Train?" With
a withering glare shot towards his bed mate, he used his free hand to
remove his damaged merchandise gingerly from eager fingers. "You're
going to kill me from all this precognition. I can't wait until I foresee
myself having a heart attack. 'Sven Volfied, dead at the hands of an
overzealous lover."

Those catlike eyes shone in the darkness. "Your whole one-eye thing is
kinda creepy Sven. Makes me wonder if anyone else let you wear that damn
thing.." He held in a snicker. "I can see why people think you're so old."

Sniffling in mock hurt, he carelessly tossed the eyepatch to the
darkness of the floor. Taking a hold of Train with both arms, he eased
himself over his form by simply rolling the two over. "Like you should
talk, Kurosama. Even the moonlight makes your eyes glow. I can't tell
you how many times I've had nightmares over you growing fangs for that
matter, and the whole furry-body thing, even a pair of ears-"

"Sven?" With eyes closed, Train's head was still canted upwards, as if
his eyes were open and intentionally directed on his lover's own.

"-but you're only wearing those donuts and-- Hn?"

Eyebrow twitch. "Shut up and kiss me already."

"Oi I'll do more than kiss you. I'll show you how tired I am as is,
Kuroneko." Grinning, the former detective lowered his hands to the brunette's
posterior, and gave a rather none-too-gentle squeeze, eliciting a slow
intake of breath from his lover.

"Big words from an old man.." Peering up with one slitted amber eye, Train
wound his arms around his partner's shoulders, with a cheshire's grin forming
across his boyish features.

"God, I'm gonna die tonight.."

FIN

Short and rather silly, yes. But that's the spice of life. :d