M-rated. Seriously. Don't complain to me afterwards if you're offended. You're only allowed to complain if you think it sucks.

No smut should be allowed to be this long....

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Fai tilted his head as he sank his teeth deeper into Kurogane’s arm. He was feeding carefully and slowly, hesitant to push too far given the other man’s recent injury.

As he drank, cold, metallic fingers swept over the exposed length of his neck, gently pushing Fai’s hair away from his face. The long fingers slid around the back of his neck, pressing gently against the skin, and his thumb rubbed small circles on the magician’s cheek. Somehow – and Kurogane had to chalk it up to the Tomoyo in Piffle’s genius with machinery – he could feel the heat of the other man’s skin, even through the artificial limb. He could even feel Fai’s throat move with each slow swallow.

In all the times Fai had fed from him, forced or not, Kurogane had never made any gesture like this.

The magician licked softly at the already healing wound as he pulled away from Kurogane’s arm and sat up between the shinobi’s legs, leaning into the strong hand.

Whether Kurogane pulled or Fai leaned was no matter to the two. Who moved first was an argument that started later when Fai began to tease him about it, but in this moment, neither of them even noticed that they’d shifted until their lips met.

Kurogane’s fingers tightened around Fai’s neck, tugging him closer. The metal joints pulled at the short locks of hair at the base of Fai’s neck, and his lips parted with a startled gasp at the unfamiliar sensation. The shinobi’s hands drew away from Fai’s neck, as if satisfied that the other man wasn’t going to pull away, and slid under the collar of the loose fitting garment, easing it off Fai’s shoulders. The gentle, tentative motions turned into something more intense and frantic as years of sexual frustration finally boiled over and released.

Kurogane’s hands closed around his hips in a vise grip, and he was rolled over onto all fours. As much as he wanted this, he still couldn’t completely squash the need to shy away from the sudden touch against his entrance.

“…okay…it’s okay. Just been a while…” Fai whispered into his folded arms, trying to quell the shaking of his body. It had been a long time since the last time he’d done this; not to mention that the last time had also been his first time. That, combined with the fact that neither he nor his partner had any experience, had made it hurt a fair bit more than he figured it was supposed to.

Kurogane’s weight pulled away from him, and he twisted, terrified that he’d driven the other man away. “Wha…?

He was pushed back against the rough wooden floor, sprawling flat on his back.

Kurogane’s lips hooked up into a dark smile as he dragged his segmented fingers down Fai’s chest until they caught under the tie of his robe. A quick jerk freed the knot in the cloth, and Fai lay exposed, his knees drawing up at the sudden draft of cold air.

His hips bucked involuntarily as Kurogane’s mouth enveloped him, and his legs fell open as he desperately pushed forward, seeking more of the delicious heat.

Kurogane had always imagined that Fai would be incredibly vocal during sex, especially given the fact that he was never able to get Fai to shut up when his peppy alter ego took over. The one, or two, times during their journey that he’d broken down and masturbated – after subtly suggesting with the point of his sword that Fai and the kids go do something long and complicated for the remainder of the afternoon and double bolting the door – he’d closed his eyes and pictured the lithe form beneath him, incomprehensible words streaming from Fai’s mouth.

But the choked gasps and moans escaping from around where Fai’s arm was thrown across his face were infinitely more erotic.

A deep growl of approval echoed deep in his throat as he pulled away and licked at the underside of Fai’s shaft before sitting completely back on his heels and pushing to his feet.

The whimper that pushed its way past Fai’s hands drew a chuckle from him.

Fai dropped his hands slowly and watched as Kurogane crossed the room to a set of low drawers against the far wall. The shinobi was still fully clothed, but he could see a bulge stretching the cloth and altering Kurogane’s normally strong and fluid stride.

His heart slammed against his ribcage, and he swallowed hard against a suddenly dry mouth. Kurogane’s feelings were, of course, blatantly obvious. Sacrificing your arm to save someone’s life – especially his life – was a gesture who’s meaning could not be mistaken.

But it was something else to know that he was desired like this.

Loved. And wanted.

Kurogane’s still-flesh hand cupped his ass, spreading him and smearing some thick gel across his skin. The shinobi leaned in and captured his lips as he slid his finger into him. Fai gasped into the kiss. The intrusion felt strange, hurt even, but not nearly as much as he remembered. Kurogane continued to bite gently at his lower lip as he pumped his finger in and out agonizingly slowly.

Fai’s head flung back away from him as he added a second and then a third finger, and he dug his fingers into Kurogane’s upper arm. Fai’s eyes were squeezed shut, but the expressions flitting across his face were more and more sincere as the actions stripped away every last lingering bit of his mask.

His body jerked in surprise as Kurogane’s fingers brushed across his prostate, the cry of pleasure clearly louder than he’d intended because he sank his teeth into his lip and turned his face towards the floor. But his eyes flew open the second Kurogane pulled his fingers out of him.

He watched intently as Kurogane reached for the small tub of gel he was using as lubricant. Tomoyo’d given it to him ages ago, with a knowing wink, which he’d promptly blocked from his mind. But now he had to wonder if the damn seer had seen this coming.

Fai crawled forward slowly, clearly not used to the feeling of being stretched, and took the lubricant from Kurogane’s hands. His fingers tangled in the knot of the sash still holding the shinobi’s robe closed, and his brow drew down over his visible eye as he glared irritably at the offending clothing before finally managing to struggle it open.

He scooped some lube into his palm and rolled his hand tentatively over the head of Kurogane’s penis, gaining courage when the other man grunted his approval and thrust into his groping hand.

He was so intent on the noises Kurogane was making that he didn’t notice the other man moving until he wrapped metal fingers around his wrist and pulled his hand away. Fai had felt the thick length pulsing under his hands. Was it actually possible he’d brought Kurogane to the brink of coming?

Kurogane pushed Fai onto his hands and knees and aligned himself with his entrance. He felt Fai’s frame shiver under his hands, but slowly pushed in anyway, every sense trained on Fai. He would never do anything to hurt the mage, but he also knew that Fai wouldn’t say anything if he was in pain.

So he eased in, inch by inch, gloating at the way Fai’s back arched farther and farther as he pushed his way in and stopping only when he had buried himself completely in the other man’s body.

Fai’s arms were braced on the floor, and his legs spread wide around Kurogane’s. He could see the muscles clenching and unclenching across Fai’s bare shoulders as the other man adjusted to his presence.

The shoulder muscles tightened suddenly, and Kurogane swallowed a gasp of pleasure as Fai thrust back onto the shinobi’s dick. His rapidly fraying control snapped, and he gripped Fai’s hips, rocketing forward and shifting his angle until he managed to find the other man’s prostate.

“Ku…kuro…” Fai moaned desperately, driving himself back with all his might. The brief, burning pain of penetration had subsided and the overwhelming pleasure of having someone inside of him was making his body tremble. His fingers dug grooves across the wood floor as he scrambled to brace himself. He was strong, but not as strong as the man fucking him, and the force of Kurogane’s thrusts was starting to shove him forward.

The weeping tip of his dick brushed across the cloth piled up on the floor underneath him, and he cried out, pushing forward into the welcome friction.

Kurogane’s artificial fingers grasped his hip and yanked him back away from it before sliding his hand around to grip his stomach and pull them both up into a sitting position so that Fai was straddling his legs.

Without a second thought, Fai lifted himself up and down, riding Kurogane’s rock hard cock, a small moan falling from his mouth with every downward thrust.

All the masks were gone. Fai’s emotions were finally plastered clearly across his face with no attempt to disguise them, and Kurogane snarled deeply into magician’s shoulder, wishing he’d thought to turn the other man around when he’d changed positions.

Cold, metal fingers closed around his dick, smearing pre-cum down the throbbing shaft and started to pump frantically. They were both so close.

Fai fell over the edge first, his head falling back onto Kurogane’s shoulder as he scream the other man’s name. The clutching of his internal muscles combined with the semen spraying across his hand and up Fai’s chest pushed Kurogane over, and he let out a drawn-out grunt as he came deep in Fai’s ass.

They both sprawled to the floor as their muscles quit on them. Fai groaned at the stickiness oozing from between his thighs, but the discomfort was forgotten as Kurogane pulled him against his chest, dragged one of their robes over their lower halves, and pressed his lips to Fai’s forehead.

“Ne, ne, Kuroi?” Fai couldn’t quite resist the urge to interrupt the moment, though he really had no idea what he was planning to ask.

“Shut up.” Kurogane hauled Fai’s leg over his hips, bringing their lengths dangerously close. “Go to sleep.’

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For everyone who was bummed by the last chapter not being about what it seemed like it was about.

This took forever, and now you know why I don't write smut...horrible....*hides*