you leave me little notes on my pillow

[blacktemper]

Who: Vincent & Kit
When: Sept. 16th
Where: Green Valley School
What: Apparently some people take offense to others sleeping on benches.

[it's been almost a day and a half since his roommates were brainless enough to lead the police right to their apartment, and Vincent still hasn't managed to muster up any feelings on the matter beyond severe exasperation. he'd spent far longer in more dire circumstances immediately following his flight from home; all things considered, this was just a minor annoyance.

even so, hanging around various parts of Hagu had only served to keep his irritation hot rather than further cooling it down. for a change in scenery he's made his way to Eddan's most prestigious academic facility, although the choice has its practical components as well. even without a uniform it was easy to mistake him for merely another student hanging around after school, including (as he found out soon after his arrival) 'borrowing' a blanket and pillow from the nurse's office.

it's late in the day now, the realm of students with extracurricular activities, and Vincent's made himself quite comfortable on one of the many benches scattered around campus. he'd kept to one beneath a tree earlier in the day, but the weather had promised to get a bit windy during the night and so he's moved so as to avoid waking up covered in nature's refuse.

he seems to be pretty comfortable all the same, stretched out bodily with his legs crossed and guitar resting peacefully by his feet. it had been a small mercy that he'd been on his way home from practice when he'd heard the stupid news, preventing his precious instrument from suffering the same temporary lockdown as the rest of his belongings. a sloppily folded newspaper obscures most of his face from view, although the telltale smoke trail curling over the paper makes it easy to guess what else he's doing back there.

it's not the smartest thing to be doing when you're trying to lay low, but nicotine addiction is an ugly thing. every now and then Vincent pauses in his progress through today's sudoku to look over at any students he feels are staring at him too long, leveling a truly frightening glower their way. go on, it seems to dare them. just try and report this to a teacher.]

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[blacktemper]

Does it matter?

[the words are no less forceful for being mumbled directly into that rose-scented hair. he hadn't realized how much he'd missed being able to breathe in this smell until now, when the hazy moments of drunkenness finally made sense.]

We'll be 'dead' by then.

[he didn't intend to allow himself to succumb to the will of another, not even a person he'd been in another life. but for the sake of this argument that didn't matter; whether Vincent himself succeeded or not, he knew that his companion would charge ahead towards his other self no matter the cost. at least one of them would 'die' whether they acted on this or not.

why, then, should they hold themselves back in consideration for the very people who would be stealing their existence? better to enjoy what they could now, while they still had a chance.

his fingers trace idle little circles along Kit's neck as he willingly heeds the call of the other boy's arms and steps closer, leaning in to the touch. just like Awakening, they couldn't go back from this. hand in hand, both of them had run too far forward to escape from their choices now.]

[whitefox]

[Kit wasn't so sure.

Would they be dead when that time came? Or would they be whole?

Enjoying whatever was between them was something that he wanted to do, but how could he be absolutely certain it was the right thing? Knowing so little about Kurama and Hiei, it was impossible to tell if they would be making a grave error by allowing themselves to feel the way they did much less acting on those feelings. He had no reason to believe there were others in their previous lives, but doing what he was afraid they were about to do could destroy an otherwise strong partnership.

In the midst of whatever strange and paranormal war was taking place in Eddan, compromising each other that way seemed unnecessarily risky and promised only a fugitive reward at best. The prize wasn't worth all that it would cost them in the end.

...and yet, Kit couldn't let go.

He wanted to, but it was like touching fire. A part of him had been bonded to Vincent now in a way that would cause irreparable damage to them both if he tried to pull away. Maybe, if he hadn't let the other boy kiss him twice already, if he hadn't allowed himself to keep touching him or seeking him out, maybe then they wouldn't be in this mess. But it was too late for maybes. Too late to go back.

Was it a grave they'd dug? Or a bed they'd made?]

...just lie with me for a while.

[blacktemper]

[let them deal with it. this could be the price those parasites paid for reemerging into the world of the living - all of the garbage and baggage left behind by the people they'd cannibalized. if these feelings burdened Hiei or Kurama, he could only find that fitting.

if this was enough to shatter their partnership after everything they'd supposedly been through, it wasn't much of a bond to begin with.]

Pushy.

[it doesn't sound as if he minds nearly as much as he'd like to, if the soft laugh immediately following his admonishment is any indication. Kit does receive a small pinch on his ear for being so demanding, but his hand continues moving almost instantly.

this is probably the most careful he's been in years, and Vincent has no idea if it's because he's afraid that too much force will cause this entire fragile setup to break or not. softly, slowly, he moves to climb onto the bed without breaking the hold the other boy has on him. just as gently he pulls them both down, the one hand still holding onto Kit's neck acting as a cushion for his head during the descent.

this was their grave. let them lie in it together.]

you know what i forgot. that kit had a pear.

[whitefox]

[There was an unusual comfort to be found in lying next to someone on his bed, more so because that someone was a person he cared about rather than some easy means to an end or a one night stand. He'd been here before and yet he hadn't, and it was that combination of the familiar and unfamiliar both that terrified him. Like Vincent, Kit was afraid that one wrong move might shatter whatever this was between them, that if he mistakenly said one thing or did another, he would lose something he wanted very much. Perhaps even more than he'd wanted anything in a very long time...

But if one of them could hold on, surely the other could, too?

He tested that theory by inching a little closer on the bed, enough to press the palm of one hand to Vincent's cheek, fingers gliding slowly along his jaw until they came to rest just beneath his chin. And, with a careful gesture, tentative in its administration, he brought the other boy's face closer to his own and kissed him.]

a pear he clearly finished

[blacktemper]

[it's a familiar gesture, but this time he's viewing it through the clear lens of sobriety. to his surprise, the comfort in it remains exactly the same. never has he stared so intensely at Kit as the other boy continued testing their newly created boundaries, but even that can't stop his body from leaning in closer of its own accord.

they're practically moving in slow motion, making it easy to predict what his companion hopes to accomplish next. there's more than ample time for him to draw away or protest, and yet Vincent remains completely motionless, eyes locked on his partner. for all their bravado they were both like frightened rabbits in this moment; he didn't want to do a damn thing that might scare him off.

the moment their lips touch he can feel an electricity running through him that was absent from their last kiss. he knows why - this time Kit was allowing himself to act on his feelings rather than remaining a statuesque spectator to his roommate's explorations. the difference it makes is staggering, and Vincent can't help but respond with equal vigor.

there's still no skill in his kissing; it's clear that even if they both weren't trying to keep things gentle and relatively slow this wouldn't change. Kit has managed to steal his first, second, and third kiss all in a single day. what he did have, at least, was passion. for once it was exceedingly easy to read his emotions through his actions.]

all of it. core, seeds, stem and all. yum.

[whitefox]

[Remaining gentle and taking things slowly was a lot more difficult for Kit after having finally allowed himself to have even a little taste, but Vincent's obvious inexperience was an effective tether. He was certain of what they both wanted, desire communicated clearly even in their silence, but fumbling eagerly towards that bliss heedless of the consequences could only end in disaster.

So every kiss was as tentative as it was deliberate, continually testing Vincent's feelings as well as his readiness. The last time they had been this close, neither of them had been in his right mind and only an unplanned interruption had stopped them from doing something they might have regretted at that stage. Kit wanted to be sure there were no regrets between them now, that whatever happened it wasn't only because they were seeing each other through a fog of affection, but were thinking with clear heads and hearts.

His fingers wandered upwards from Vincent's chin and, with a touch, gently coaxed his lips apart. He deepened the kiss then, his tongue seeking out Vincent's, but just like his partner, each step was taken slowly in the event that the other boy might change his mind and want to put an abrupt end to...whatever this was.

Kit didn't know what to call it. It was theirs. And perhaps that was all that mattered.]

fiber's important ok

[blacktemper]

[there was no amount of affection that could ever cloud Vincent's sight when it came to the other boy. Kit was a pompous, self-important asshole who inserted himself where he was neither wanted nor needed; their personalities had clashed far too violently for him to ever forget that because of a few petty impulses.

it was those same clashes which had sparked this flame, after all.

his own hand moves to tangle itself up in Kit's fiery hair, keeping him softly in place as their tongues meet with no small measure of trepidation. he can't help but massage the other boy's scalp for a moment or two, instinctively checking for the lockpicks he knows are hidden away somewhere in those tresses. it was such an absurd storage location, and one he couldn't help but look on with fondness now.]

[whitefox]

[Upon realizing what Vincent's fingers were doing, Kit couldn't help but laugh against his lips and pull him closer. It was such a silly and innocent gesture, but it was perfectly timed and seemed to do wonders for extinguishing his concerns.

Their lips met again, more firmly this time than the last and with almost enough force to push Vincent over onto his back.

He'd never told anyone else about keeping various handy tools tucked away in his hair, but something had compelled him to tell Vincent. Even now, without the effects of alcohol clouding his judgment, he wanted the other boy to know more about him. Maybe even know all of him. As terribly as they clashed with one another, it only seemed to make moments like this all the more inviting.

Something that was conveyed in the way his teeth teased the tip of Vincent's tongue and then his lower lip, sharp but playful and with considerably more courage than a moment ago.]

[blacktemper]

[a faint huff of irritation escapes from Vincent's briefly freed mouth, clearly in reaction to being laughed at for (from what he could see) no discernible reason. the insecure part of him that spent most of its life buried in the furthest corners of his mind couldn't help but link it to his romantic inexperience, but it's a flutter of worry that he pushes away violently.

there doesn't seem to be anything worth worrying about in reality, not with the way Kit comes crashing back into him. he very nearly rolls over onto his back, but rises to the challenge in the nick of time and pushes against the kiss with equal vigor. he may have never been with anyone before, but there was no way he was going to allow that to make him an unequal partner. he certainly wasn't going to end up on his back first.

that vow is tested almost immediately as the scrape of the other boy's teeth over his flesh leaves Vincent feeling equal parts weak and electrified. he seeks out revenge, pressing in close to try and capture Kit's own tongue; while he doesn't intend to do any real damage, he feels that drawing just a little prick of blood might be an apt punishment.]

[whitefox]

(Continued here.)

[blacktemper]