[FIC] Tales of Rebirth
Title: Soft To The Touch
Fandom: Tales of Rebirth
Pairing: Eugene/Mao
Rating: R
Word Count: 563 words
Notes: Written for Porn Battle over at Insane Journal. Prompt: "Tales of Rebirth, Eugene/Mao, tenderness."



"You're sure you're okay?" Mao asked for what felt like the hundredth time. As though he didn't have Eugene flat on his back on the cheap, squeaky inn bed, wasn't perched on his stomach where he'd be able to feel the inevitable tensing of muscles that would signify pain. "Naaa, commander, when someone asks you a question, you're supposed to answer them, you know? It's only polite."

Eugene snorted. "I told you I was fine. Is it polite to keep badgering someone after they've already answered?" he said, his patiently teasing tone stealing any sharpness from the words. His voice was a familiar rumble despite the slight rawness in the throat that inevitably followed a hastily-swallowed Life Bottle.

With a great sigh, Mao flopped forwards to brace his hands on either side of Eugene's head on the pillow. "But that last monster was really something! You were out cold for a long time! And I think I might have singed your ear a little when I killed it, oops..." He trailed off, one small hand brushing over the short, soft fur at the back of one of Eugene's ears. The ear twitched, which was sort of funny, so he did it again.

A large, rough-padded hand closed around Mao's wrist, easily dwarfing the boy's hand in size at least twice over. Eugene pulled Mao's hand down from his face. "I'm fine. Honestly."

In response, Mao chewed on his lip, oddly quiet for once. But it didn't last for long. A moment later, a broad grin stretched over his face, and he buried his face in Eugene's neck. "Okay, okay! But don't make me worry like that again, got it? Or I'll have to come up with an extra special Mao-brand punishment for you!" He shifted on Eugene's stomach, fur tickling the inside of his thighs as he brushed his lips over the Gajuma's neck and nipped at his pulse.

Eugene released the Mao's wrist and moved both hands to his slim hips instead. He rested them there, not even having to really hold onto Mao, as with his size, his fingertips could meet over the boy's stomach. A low noise rose in his throat, somewhere between a growl and a purr, as Mao squirmed atop him, but Eugene held himself back. Mao had been a good soldier, and was an even better traveling companion, but he was still a Huma, and a young one at that. It would be so easy to accidentally harm him. Better to not move at all, rather than risking Mao breaking like the delicate doll he looked like.

But as always, all it took was another flash of the boy's grin, as hot and maddening as the fire he controlled, for Eugene's self-control to weaken. Just slightly, but that was enough, and after that it it was all fur against pale, smooth skin. Hands clutching at Eugene's shoulders as Mao rode him, rubbed against him, cried out for him.

Mao was beautiful like this, hair mussed and body sweat-slicked. But it was Mao who laughed, high and clear, and said, "Commander's so handsome~" afterwards when they were curled up in an impromptu nest of blankets on the bed.

"Mmmm," Eugene murmured, too content to argue. He had nearly closed his eyes when Mao's smile turned wicked.

"But now I've got fur in my mouth again... what a pain."