Rabdin.

[minviendha]

Also known as, finger malfunction.

Finally typed up this stuff for redsilkscarf after it's been in my notebook for months. Taine/Keearh slash. Yes, it is fanfiction for my own story. Please don't laugh at me? Too hard. At least it's canon.

                At last Anna went limp, collapsed like a dead thing. Taine uncurled his hands from her wrist with an effort and stood up slowly, watching her chest rise and fall with agonizing slowness. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling wrung out and exhausted, a hunger headache beginning in his temples. He needed to feed, but hunting was out of the question, not with Anna still in danger of damaging herself. She shouldn’t rouse again for a while, but he didn’t want any surprises.

                A soft whisper of sand caught his attention and he whirled around, snarling, but then a soft laugh rumbled in his ear and his arms were pinioned to his sides.

                “You are distracted,” Keearh said, and Taine could hear his smile. “I could never sneak up on you.”

                Taine relaxed despite himself. “I am,” he said simply, switching to Common and letting his worry and weariness show.

                Keearh let go and glided to stand shoulder to shoulder, his eyes following Taine’s gaze to Anna’s still form, barely alive. “Why?” he asked, the throaty edge that Taine rarely heard in the edges of his voice.

                Taine could not look at his yassa, but he felt a shiver down his spine. “I owe her my life at least twice over. Letting her die would have been worse than ungrateful.”

                Keearh’s golden eyes, Taine mused, saw too much sometimes. “Why?” he said again, knowing that Taine hadn’t answered the question, not really.

                Taine closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. “Because of Deirdre. Because you’re not just mine anymore.”

                Taine could hear the rumble of Keearh’s laugh and opened his eyes to stare into Keearh’s, glowing gold. Keearh reached across the distance between them and brushed a lock of stray hair back. “You’re jealous, Taine?” he said, sounding amused.

                Taine closed off his eyes, his voice turning cold. “It doesn’t matter.”

                “It does. Deirdre…I love her, Taine, but you – for you and me, we are more than that. I am always yours. Didn’t I promise that? I do not break promises, yassa.”

                Keearh’s voice gave the word an odd tang, but Taine’s eyes opened wide, hardly caring. Keearh’s smile was genuine as he touched Taine’s pale face. “You are hungry. You weaken yourself.”

                “I must. I can’t leave her alone yet.”

                Keearh’s eyes flashed. “Take care of yourself. If you collapse you will do her no good.” He paused. “I will stay and watch her. You will hunt.”

                Taine blinked, astonished. Keearh loathed humans. To offer to guards one… Taine reached up and pulled Keearh’s head down, kissing his lips with all of the fierce sensuality he dared unleash. Taine felt his yassa’s nails dig into the skin of his neck and snarled briefly into the kiss before drawing back with a shudder of longer. Keearh’s eyes were the color of warm butter as he knelt, his hands holding Taine’s wrists captive as he guided Taine to his side and tilted his head up and to the side, displaying his vulnerable neck, below Taine in a submissive position.

                Taine drew in a breath sharply, the surge of lust hunger blazing through his veins. He gritted his teeth, trying to resist the urge even as his pupils dilated and his nostrils flared, smelling the rich blood just beneath the skin, a lure more painful and dangerous than bait on a hook. “Keearh,” he snarled through clenched teeth, trembling with the effort of staying still. It had been days since he had fed properly.

                “I know what I offer, Taine.” Keearh’s voice had a note of reprimand in it. “I am yours, that I swore, and that means that all of me is yours to do with as you will.”

                A shiver ran down Taine’s spine at the power in those words and the simple honesty in them. He pulled Keearh to his feet and kissed his exposed neck, then his lips, and then laid his head on his yassa’s bare shoulder.

                “You do not need to give yourself to me.”

                Softly Keearh turned his head and took Taine’s earlobe between his teeth, nuzzling his neck. “I know.”

                Taine caught his breath, a snarl in the back of his throat, his heart pounding against his rib cage. Pain shot through his wrist as Keearh’s nails found the half-healed scar and dug in.

                His vision swam and he cried out, his knees crumbling. Keearh’s arms folded around him, creating a space of safety, the tip of one great wing brushing his face.

                “I am yours,” Taine gasped, reaching for Keearh’s angular face, his golden eyes suffused with tenderness. “I am yours, and you are mine –“

                The world tilted, sending him tumbling back into the dark wells of the past, meeting Keearh for the first time, even as in the present Keearh’s arms held him, cradled him, his lips warm where they rested on his forehead, his throaty voice singing softly, a Clan song that Taine had heard but once before, in Keearh’s Clan when he had come, once. “Blow the winds and come the rain/we will fight whatever you give us/fleet of foot and fast as night/we will avenge our pain/bring the dark and call the snow/still onward onward we will go/live when you must, fight if you can/we come – fear the day your doom arrives…

                Taine let his eyes drift closed, weary and half-dead from exhaustion and breath in Keearh’s hard clean scent with a feeling of coming home. Even if all was not over, here, curled around his throbbing wrist and held by the arms of his only beloved, perhaps it was afe to rest – for a little while.

Comments

[mickeyscircus.livejournal.com]

mmm that was...yummy.

oh and if it's your story wouldn't it be authorfic?

[minviendha.livejournal.com]

Why thanks. :D

...that's true. I hadn't thought of that.