[Drabble] Deprived, Regained (Elf!X / X)
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Title: Deprived, Regained
Fandom: Megaman Zero
Pairing: Elf!X / X
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sexual implications? AU? Yup, that sounds about right.
Author's note: It takes place in the same universe as all my other Elf!X / X fic.
He had no hands with which to grasp onto things; they moved through all things solid, as though it was air.
He had no heat with which to warm another; when his younger self lied down alone, he could only watch over him and whisper comforting words as he was lulled into sleep.
He had no mouth with which to kiss. No body to hold.
He had been nothing more than a useless spirit, left to hover about passively as everything seemed to roar about around him.
...
Or so he had believed.
He knew he had to be careful with the new body that Ciel made for him. He didn't know the extent of the strain it could take, or the amount of exertion it could handle before it overheated and his internal fans spoke their dissent and stopped working. But every sensation was so fresh, so dearly missed--it was as though he was experiencing them for the first time. You never knew what you lost until you had it again, and this was most certainly no exception.
Besides...
"Mmmn...X..."
...he had a lot of catching up to do.
His younger self squirmed and gasped under his desperate caresses, even as he moved his hands just as fervently against X's own bare skin. Lips pressed against everywhere they could reach, and clothes were discarded to the floor in haphazard piles as they made their way to the bed.
They were two lovers long deprived, only to be able to express their desires, love, and affection in full.
...he could stand to be a little reckless again, just for one night.
Fandom: Megaman Zero
Pairing: Elf!X / X
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sexual implications? AU? Yup, that sounds about right.
Author's note: It takes place in the same universe as all my other Elf!X / X fic.
He had no hands with which to grasp onto things; they moved through all things solid, as though it was air.
He had no heat with which to warm another; when his younger self lied down alone, he could only watch over him and whisper comforting words as he was lulled into sleep.
He had no mouth with which to kiss. No body to hold.
He had been nothing more than a useless spirit, left to hover about passively as everything seemed to roar about around him.
...
Or so he had believed.
He knew he had to be careful with the new body that Ciel made for him. He didn't know the extent of the strain it could take, or the amount of exertion it could handle before it overheated and his internal fans spoke their dissent and stopped working. But every sensation was so fresh, so dearly missed--it was as though he was experiencing them for the first time. You never knew what you lost until you had it again, and this was most certainly no exception.
Besides...
"Mmmn...X..."
...he had a lot of catching up to do.
His younger self squirmed and gasped under his desperate caresses, even as he moved his hands just as fervently against X's own bare skin. Lips pressed against everywhere they could reach, and clothes were discarded to the floor in haphazard piles as they made their way to the bed.
They were two lovers long deprived, only to be able to express their desires, love, and affection in full.
...he could stand to be a little reckless again, just for one night.