SHIFT 2 - Purgatory

Peace

Nagisa was sitting in their room cleaning his weapons. Around him, scattered across nearly every surface of the room, were signs of his fashion work. Ryu leaned against the door frame. With his shoulder pressing into it, he watched the skilled hands working. He wasn’t sure if the teen knew he was there or not.

After a minute or so, Nagisa chuckled. “You can come in.” He looked up.

His two toned eyes glittered from the shine of the weapon. Ryu laid his head against the wood.

“Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to come out?” He asked.

“For?” Nagisa resheathed the sword he had been cleaning. He now had a collection of them. The one his father gave him, one he had as a child and one Aradia gave him. He also had the one Rivile made for him. Not to mention the daggers, the old staff like wand, the other wand he somehow placed within the old sword.

“You haven’t flown with me.” Ryu smiled.

Nagisa leapt to his feet. The polish he was using rolled out of his lap, luckily he had already put the cap back on it.

“You mean, I can!” He cried. His entire face lighting up. Ryu laughed.

Pushing himslef off of the wall, he walked up to the smaller teen. Running a finger along the jawline, Ryu gazed down at the smiling face. Nagisa tilted his head slightly. His lips parted as if he were about to say something. The feeling inside Ryu’s chest nearly exploded! He lifted the teens chin upward. His mouth captured Nagisa’s before more than a soft breath could escape him.

He pulled the small, firm body into his chest. His arms wrapping almost double about the narrow waist. Lifting the boy up, Ryu felt Nagisa’s legs slip around his own body. Hands fisted into his long sleek hair. Ryu’s own hands held firm to the other’s back, for another heartbeat. Then one slid up to press the body tighter to him, while the other slipped down. He cupped the tight, hard ass cheek in one meaty paw. Squeezing a bit harder than gentle, he heard Nagisa moan.

Their tongues danced together, sharing the taste of each other. Nagisa was clinging to him just as tightly as Ryu was to the muscled body.  How long they stood, in the center of the room, locked together, they weren’t sure. A voice broke them apart.

“Hey Nags, can I borrow... oops sorry!” Coldar blushed as he backed out of the room.

“Hey, no its ok, what did you need?” Nagisa asked over Ryu’s shoulder.

“Um, the sword your dad gave you. I was wondering if I could copy some of the design.” He muttered.

Nagisa flipped out of Ryu’s arms. He picked up the sword in question. Swinging it in a slow, sensual arch, he eyed the werewolf.

“You’re going to forge a new weapon?” The way his voice came out, hard, controlled had the other two blinking.

“I’m not stupid Colds!” Nagisa growled.

“We both know you don’t have the time to make a perfect weapon, and get familiar enough with it to fight!” He growled.

Coldar lowered his head. “Yeah, I uh...” He drew in a breath letting it whoosh out.

“None of the weapons seem to call to me. I don’t know, It felt like I was in an alien world walking into that room!” He tossed dhis hands in the air.

“I helped dad make some of them, but...” He just shook his head.

“Ryu, give me a thirty minute rain check. I’ll meet you out in the front lawn.” Nagisa said. He slipped his sword into the scabbard at his back.