Tastes like heaven
Warnings/notes : Rociel/Katan, slight fluff, (AU?), a kiss, overly romantic language, slightly weird.
Disclaimer : I don't own Angel Sanctuary.
written at 24th august 2003, by Misura in a sappy/fluffy mood
"What are you eating?"
Until Rociel's voice interrupted his revelries, Katan wasn't even aware of what he was doing.
Staring at the crumpled paper in his hand, he replied.
"It's called a Blueberry Swirl, Rociel-sama. I bought some earlier this day."
Katan panickedly wondered if he should have offered Rociel one, until the memory of the last time he had done something like that fluttered back in his mind.
Still, Rociel's moods were unpredictable ; he should have asked again, regardless of what had happened before. Except that in this case he no longer could, since the last of the sweets had just vanished into his own mouth.
Bowing his head in shame, the candy tasted bitter on his tongue all of a sudden.
After a few moments silence, in which he could feel the other's eyes on him, Rociel spoke again.
"Does it taste good?"
Slightly puzzled, Katan nodded. Rociel's voice had sounded almost childishly curious.
"I think that maybe I'd like to try one then."
He could hear a petulant note now. Cold sweat ran down his back, while his face grew hot.
"I don't have any left. I'm terribly sorry, Rociel-sama."
Glancing up, he noticed the flash of hurt in Rociel's eyes, before the mask slipped back in place.
"That's not very polite of you, Katan."
He wished he could swallow, to get the wretched sweet out of his mouth, but the lump in his throat prevented it.
"I'm sorry." he whispered. A small, rational part of his mind pointed out it was rather silly to feel this guilty over a piece of candy, to which another replied that it was a matter of principle.
A hand softly lifted up his head, forcing him to look at Rociel.
"I know you are."
Such a gentle, soothing tone. Katan waited for the inevitable 'but'.
"Still," Rociel continued, a dangerous glimmer in his eyes, "I hardly think it's just you kept them all to yourself. Selfishness doesn't suit you."
He would have hung his head again, if Rociel's hand hadn't kept him from such a gesture.
Rociel smiled. "Of course, you *do* have one of them left."
Katan blinked, confused.
"That one, I think you ought to share."
Rociel's grip tightened, prompting Katan's body to instinctively brace itself for the pain to come.
He closed his eyes, not wanting to see the sadness in Rociel's eyes, or any other emotion that these punishments caused in his master.
When soft lips touched his own, they flew open again, to find Rociel returning his gaze with a mix of amusement and something else. Something Katan was sure he only imagined to see.
Distantly, he was aware of Rociel's wings gently enclosing the two of them.
The instant they broke apart (or rather, the instant Rociel stepped back), Katan knew the kiss had lasted both too long and too short.
Too long, because he would never be able to be content with only his dreams now.
Too short, because by tomorrow, Rociel would have forgotten about this.
Rociel grinned, licking his lips. "Not too bad."
Katan wondered what he was referring to ; to the kiss or to the taste of the candy.
Not that it made much of a difference in the end.
"At a loss for words, Katan?" Rociel inquired.
"You are beautiful." Katan stammered, his mouth forming the first words that came to mind.
They were the right ones.
Rociel smiled again.