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May Day	By : ebonykain Category: Kingdom Hearts > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 792 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: May Day

Authors: Ebony Kain (as Dilan) & Twilight Falcon (as Braig)

Rating: Oh this isn’t worksafe at ALL. Total pwp smut. With a generous dollop of sap.

Summary: Dilan convinces Braig to celebrate with him.

~*Disclaimer*~ Yeah, we don’t own ‘em. By now, you should know this. Because there ISN’T a KH game out that involves graphic sex scenes.

…if there ever is, I pray someone hooks me up, man. Seriously. But, right, not owning and not making monies off this. It’s just for fun and maybe a little tingly fun. Hope you enjoy!

MAY DAY

Dilan came sauntering into the lab, whistling a cheery tune. This might not seem strange on the surface, but if one actually knew the scientist-of-a-million-braids, they would know that Dilan is the most dour, anti-social, zombie-impersonating, growly grump in the mornings. And when one also knew both Even and Ienzo that was quite saying something.

Sidling up behind Briag (who, if one were familiar with Dilan, Even and Ienzo, they would also know to be Dilan's lifemate), the taller scientist wrapped his arms around the striped-wonder and settled his chin atop the shorter man's head. And he continued to whistle.

Twisting in Dilan's arms, Braig quirked an eyebrow as he looked up at his mate. "Alright, who are you and what have you done with Dilan? Or did Even lace your coffee with some mind-personality-altering drug?"

That's not to say he minded this cheerier, more affectionate side of his partner. It's just that it was downright creepy to see the normally dour and semi-conscious Dilan not only whistling but also publicly displaying his affections.

Grinning widely, the taller scientist shook his head. "Today," he said grandly, "is the first of May. Do you know what that means?"

"Mmm, that all the kids down in the village dance around that silly pole with ribbons? And all the young girls gather bouquets of spring flowers?" Braig shrugged, hands resting lightly on Dilan's waist. "Besides that.... it’s Friday?"

Dilan gave a sultry laugh, "Mmm, yes, besides that."

"Today is the first of May," he repeated, leaning down to nibble lightly along his mate's pointed ear, "and that means outdoor fucking starts today."

Humming in appreciation of the attention, Braig's smirk widened into a positively devious grin. He loved when Dilan laughed like that, especially combined with nibbling on his ear.

"Oh really?" he purred back, tilting his head in a most accommodating way before sucking along the braided scientist's collarbone. "Well, we know what that means then!"

"Mmmm," the taller man hummed, "It means I have a blanket already spread out in a niiice sunny patch in the south garden and I traumatized Xehanort with enough innuendo that he'll keep everyone else out of that particular garden for at least two or three hours." Sighing contentedly at the way Braig knew how to play his body, Dilan began walking backward toward the door, pulling his lover along with him. "There's also a brand-spanking-new tube of lube hidden under said blanket. Shall we go christen it?"

Grin widening, Braig allowed himself to be lead in the direction his partner wanted. "Mmm, I love it when you traumatize the kids," he replied, fingers teasing at the bottom of Dilan's shirt.

"I love a good christening, especially on a lovely May morning," the shorter man smirked, stretching to nibble along his lover's chin.

Humming the tune he'd come in whistling, Dilan allowed the delightful little bites a while before claiming a deep kiss. "Then lets get going."

Slipping an arm around the smaller man's waist, he walked them out of the lab and into the deserted hallway. Apparently the lab techs and interns had been just as freaked out by a cheery Dilan as Xehanort had and made themselves scarce. He took the long way through the castle, just so he could pass through the kitchen (Even looked up, blushed, and looked back into his coffee as though it held all the answers of the universe) to snag a small bowl of fruit he'd left chilling in the refrigerator.

Chuckling lowly, Braig mimicked Dilan by wrapping an arm around the taller man's waist, lightly stroking his toned side. He had no problem showing his affections, but normally had some restraint due to his lover's wishes to remain at least somewhat discreet. Given the choice, he would respond like this on a daily basis.

As they sauntered into the kitchen, he bestowed a grin that positively oozed mirth and naughtiness upon Even, "'Mornin' Even. Lovey day, isn't it?"

Dilan slid two playful fingers into the waistband of Braig's pants, wiggling them as he walked them to the solar that led out into the south garden. And the entire time, he hummed his jaunty little tune.

Pausing as they reached the gardens, the smaller scientist closed his eyes, allowing the sun's warm rays to bathe his face. They spent such long hours in the lab most of the time that sometimes he forgot how wonderful it was to feel the sun and wind on his skin.

Feeling his lover pause, Dilan did as well: looking down and spying the peace and enjoyment written on the older scientist's face. Unable to resist, and rather unwilling to, he leaned down; tilting his head to the side so he wouldn't block the sun as he gently fastened his lips over the strong pulse of the carotid. He stood close, his neck at an uncomfortable angle just to be able to press against Braig from the knees up as he slowly drew up a bruise to mark him with.

Dragging his lips up to a pointed ear, he whispered huskily, "Love you," before he went back down to darken his mark.

The soft hum that Braig voiced soon turned into a throaty moan of pleasure. "Love you too," he whispered back, voice already rough.

Trailing his fingers up the broad back of his lover to bury them in his dark braids, he murmured, "I believe you said something about a blanket and christening?"

Lips turning up in a grin, Dilan mumbled, "Well what if the wall needs christening, too?" Pulling back with a wink, he lead the way down the white pebbled path and under the long trellis of hanging wisteria until they came out into the ring of butterfly bushes. A pale, blue-striped blanket lay perfectly in the centre of the clearing in full sun.

"Let's see if we can get your tan back, hmm?" Dilan smirked, reaching for his mate's shirt and unbuttoning it as they settled onto the blanket.

"Mmm," Braig hummed in reply, lifting his arms so his shirt could be pulled over his head. "Wouldn't want tan lines," he smirked, reaching to return the favour.

Moving to straddle Dilan's hips, he leaned down to place feather-light kisses along the lightly furred chest, humming again as he leisurely ran his tongue over first one pert nipple and then the other.

The sun was warm on his back, and his mate was spread delightfully beneath him, leaving the eldest of Ansem's apprentices to thank the powers that be for May Day. Stretching a little further, he nibbled along the fuzzy sideburns of which his love was so proud. "Mmm, yer so hot, you know that?" he mumbled in between kisses.

Most people, upon learning Dilan and Braig were a couple, made some automatic assumptions on the way sex occurred between them. On sheer principle, most of those people were wrong because Braig and Dilan quite enjoyed switching things up, but also because even though the violet-eyed scientist was the larger of the two, he really, really liked when Braig got all dominant and demanding. Pushed onto his back and straddled by the man he loved? Damn right he was hot.

"Oh yeah," he answered his mate. "All yer fault, too. C'mere." He pulled Braig flush against him and claimed his mouth for a deep, penetrating kiss, moving his tongue in a slow, in-out motion that imitated the movements their bodies would engage in soon.

Smirking into the kiss, Braig chuckled lowly. "An' that's just the way I like ya," he grinned, slowly trailing a hand lightly down Dilan's side before sliding it between them to begin unbuttoning and loosening his lover's pants.

Playful and passionate, that was the way he best liked their couplings, and the added benefit of doing just that in the open air of the garden only added to his enjoyment. Stretching a little further while keeping his hand between them as he first licked, and then nibbled along Dilan's ear, knowing that his lifemate loved that just as much as he did.

"Ooh," he moaned and turned his head to give better access to the older man. He slid both hands to grip Braig's arse, massaging firmly through the work pants. Impishly, he then brought his hand up his lover's spine until they reached the shoulder blades. Sliding his hands down to the sides of his ribs he suddenly crooked his fingers and tickled.

Cursing vehemently in between cackles, Braig tried to squirm away. "Aaugh, no fair! Bastard!" he exclaimed, moving to return the favour.

Still cackling, he dug a bony finger into Dilan's side, crowing in triumph when the tickles temporarily stopped, "Hah!"

Bucking when Braig retaliated, Dilan then tried to squirm away from the assault on his dignity as he giggled helplessly. "Sh-shit!" he coughed though the laughter.

Twisting around, Braig pinned the larger man back down and delivered a bruising kiss, tongues battling for dominance.

Wrists pinned on either side of his head, Dilan acceded the win to his mate, lying obediently still, though showing himself far from out of the fight as their mouths and tongues continued the struggle. Arching his neck up to gain leverage, he moaned delightedly. This was what sex was all about: playing and laughing and making general fools of themselves. Planting his heels, Dilan pushed his hips upward in a deliberate move meant to divert Braig's attention.

Making a startled groan, Braig released Dilan's hands so that he could resume removing the braided man's pants.

"Too much clothing," he growled, wriggling down the other's body, dragging his lover's pants with him. As his shoulders neared Dilan's hips, he bent to leave a trail of biting kisses, making certain to pay close attention to sensitive hips.

He let his cheek brush against his mate's already attentive erection as he lifted his gaze to lock with Dilan's. With a feral grin, he blew lightly on already sensitize flesh, tongue flicking out occasionally to taste it.

"Fuck!" Dilan swore, a shudder running through his frame. "Damn tease." That was the problem with keeping to the same mate for many years. While you knew all his spots and weaknesses, he knew all of yours! It made it difficult to gain the upper hand once you lost it in the beginning unless you were allowed to have it.

Difficult does not equal impossible, the younger scientist reminded himself, unable to tear his eyes away from that liquid gold stare. There could still be a chance to reduce him to a little whimpering ball of--

"Ah!" he bucked again, this time in response to that wet flick of tongue. "D-damnit, Braig, you, too. Get your damn pants off!" He made a grabbing motion with his hands, reaching for his lover and the right to disrobe him as well.

A throaty chuckle escaped Braig's throat, his trademark naughty grin firmly in place. "So...you want me to stop this," he rumbled before dragging his tongue from base to tip, making sure swirl it around the head before bringing his gaze back up to Dilan's.

Holding his partner's hips down, he shimmied back up to claim lips already parted and waiting for him. Rocking his still clad hips forward, he chuckled again. "Still wanna get rid of these pants?" he challenged.

A gasp and shuddering sigh were all that Dilan could manage as he was very briefly treated to his lover's very talented tongue. He bit his lip hard to hold in the whine that wanted to escape when Braig stopped at that one sweet taste before he was suddenly up where Dilan to reach his mouth again.

It was hard to think when Braig moved against him like that, and the fabric of his pants made a heady friction against his erection, now trapped between them. Panting into the kiss, Dilan fought with all his considerable will to get a clear head. His arms came up around the shorter man's shoulders; short nails scraping light pink lines across lightly tanned skin. While locked in a deep oral battle for dominance, Dilan arched his hip up, groaning, and then kicked back with his left foot, rolling them over until he was at last on top.

Pulling back for a few needed gasps of air, he said, "Yes. Pants are evil. Everyone knows that. Heartless invented pants to make us all sexually frustrated so we'd be easy targets." Panting as he dove in for another of those addicting kisses, he struggled to reach one hand down between them to wrestle the belt and fly of his mate's pants open.

"So you see, I'm saving your life here," he continued when he had to breathe again, victorious in his fight against the apparently Darkness-created prison of metal, leather, and whatever-the-hell-fabric they all wore for work pants that didn't stain or catch fire when chemicals decided to explode (because of course they didn't explode from the apprentices making mistakes, and certainly not because Braig and Dilan decided to have a prank war right in the middle of a lab session).

"Savin' me, hmm?" the smaller scientist hummed appreciatively as he was freed from his pants and boxers. Fingers trailing down Dilan's back to squeeze his lover's enticingly firm arse, he pulled him towards himself.

"Pants...may be evil, but kilts are so impractical in a lab," he chuckled, lifting a hand to snag a handful of braids. Using said braids as leverage, he pulled the younger man's face down to his, sucking on Dilan's lower lip before initiating another demanding kiss.

He loved his best friend and lifemate more than life itself, and was willing to do anything for him. It was an unspoken truth between both that this was mutual, as was the unbreakable trust for each other. Who else better, after all, than your best friend to be the source of your greatest love? "Love you," he mumbled into the kiss with a smile.

Dilan positively melted on top of his lifemate, undone between the erotically dominating hold on his hair and the sweetly romantic declaration. It was one of those little secrets shared only with Braig--Dilan was somewhat a masochist, only seldom a sadist, and wholly a romantic at Heart.

The kiss gentled and his body relaxed, settling his weight so that he completely draped over Braig's smaller frame. "Love you, too," he whispered back, just knowing he had a stupid, sappy grin on his face, and right now not really giving a damn. He was out here, in the middle of the garden, the sun warm on his bare back (and arse, and wasn't that a new and strangely pleasant sensation), sprawled out over the man he loved who was not only warm, but hot, hard, and ready between his legs and where their erections pressed against each other. This was perfect.

Or it was about to be. Grin widening into something more predatory, Dilan stole one more very quick, hard kiss before sliding his body down his mate's until he was right in the perfect position. He didn't tease, the way Braig had--instead, he decided to strike while the iron was hot and blow his lover's mind.

And yes, Dilan enjoyed his puns very much. Almost as much as the thick, smooth heat he swallowed down, just taking pleasure in the feel of the pulse against his tongue before hollowing his cheeks as he sucked his way back up to the tip. Normally violet eyes darkened to something closer to indigo as he watched his lover, gauging the reactions. He paused a moment, sucking lightly at the head and his tongue playing along the sensitive glands. Then he dove back down to start all over again.

Keeping a firm grip on Dilan's braids, Braig pulled just enough, alternating those pulls with caressing the taller man's scalp in a pattern he knew from long experience would arouse him. Making moaning whimpers, he fought to keep his hips from jerking forward.

"Ngh, Dil," he groaned, fingers twitching a little beyond his conscious control. No one knew him better than Dilan, and the reverse was true. Some may accuse them of living inside each other's minds, but it made times like this so much better, as they knew intimately just what the other needed.

"Gods...I need you," Braig breathed out, yanking a little harder on his mate's braids in indication of such how much he needed him.

A deep chuckle rumbled up from his chest, vibrating the cock in his mouth. Sliding back up, he released Braig's erection with a lewd, wet, popping sound. "Oh-ho, so that's how it is, hmm?" Dilan grinned, blowing a cool stream of air across the glistening head. Reaching under the blanket for where he'd stashed the lube, he gave a broad swipe of tongue to his mate's heavy sac, and then sucking lightly as he unscrewed the top of the brand new bottle.

Coating his fingers thoroughly in the thick gel, Dilan brought his fingers to lightly trace around his lover's opening. He could afford to tease now--he had won this round. He nuzzled his face along the crease where thigh met hip, his middle finger pressing to lightly penetrate. "Tell me how much you want it," Dilan whispered in a voice made somewhat breathless.

Whining softly and wriggling underneath Dilan, Braig panted as he sought the words to express his need for his mate. "A-ah! I n-need you more than," he paused as his hips moved forward and back, pushing his lover's finger in deeper.

"...more than I like blowing stuff up," he moaned at last.

Reaching down, he grabbed a handful of braids yet again and pulled them sharply. "An' you call me a tease," Braig with a laugh that quickly morphed into a deep moan as another finger joined the first.

Dilan dissolved into laughter at the declaration that he was better than explosions. He had to press his forehead to Braig's stomach while he laughed.

When the hank to his hair came he moaned, obediently giving the desired second finger and pushing them deep. "Yeah, you are," Dilan gave a sucking bite just below his mate's navel. "But that doesn't mean I can't get a little back, now, does it?" He looked up with a wink.

"Don't need prep," he demanded, gold meeting violet in a challenge of wills. "Just need you, Dil."

"Fuck," the younger scientist whispered, feeling his own erection give a jerk against his stomach. "You turn me on like nothing else, Braig." Scooting up to his knees, Dilan removed his fingers, squeezing out another healthy portion of gel into his hand and smoothing over his cock. "You might say that, but at least a little prep, love. I'm not gonna have you walking bow-legged so that everyone starts thinking about what you look like on your back."

Properly slick, he lined himself up while lifting one bronzed leg until he'd hooked his lover's knee over his shoulder. "That's my vision. And they don't get to think about you like that." He pushed in, slowly until the head of his erection popped passed the first ring of muscle. "You're mine," he growled out, curving his back so he could claim a breath-stealing kiss.

Braig managed a low chuckle, "Mmm, but imagine the looks on Even and Ienzo's faces!"

Relaxing his muscles, he grunted softly as his body adjusted before nodding in silent signal for Dilan to continue. "Mmm, an' yer mine," he growled back, scratching lightly up and down his lover's back.

Thanks to their long partnership, their bodies automatically matched rhythms, moving as one.

Dilan sighed in contentment at the affirmation. Officially there could never be a ceremony, considering their positions as potential heirs to Ansem the Wise, along with the other apprentices. But it was a vow between just the two of them, all the same.

He kept their tempo slow, taking the time to pull almost completely out before sinking back in as deep as possible, hips coming flush to the tight curve of his mate's arse. Each stroke in and out just as long and deliberate as the one before it, Dilan bit lightly at Braig's throat, marking his way up his neck before scraping his teeth gently over one pointed ear. "Yours," he confirmed, his hands moving restlessly up and down his mate's sides and arms.

For once, Braig was grateful for the difference in height between them, as it allowed him to pull his lover's face up to his so that he could kiss him deeply. Leaving a matching mark on Dilan's neck, he purred as he pulled the younger scientist deep inside.

"Mmm, harder Dil," he groaned, pushing himself harder against his partner's thrusts. There were few things he loved as much as the feeling of his lover thrusting against and inside of him, and those things generally involved doing the same to Dilan.

Some dark imp of humour prompted Dilan to actually slow down, "What's the magic word?"

"Abracadabra, let 'er rip," Braig smirked, stretching to playfully nip a pointed ear.

Laughing, the braided man decided, "Close enough." He snapped his hips forward with all the force his mate enjoyed. Physically, he was the stronger of the two, and he firmly believed Braig got off on his ability to control all of that considerable power with a word, a sigh, or look. Dilan had no problems with providing it.

He set a new rhythm, hard and demanding, wringing the sounds of pleasure from his smaller mate's throat. He tucked his face against the side of Braig's neck and moaned at the familiar feeling of wholeness.

Moaning loudly and rocking back against Dilan, Braig could feel the tension building as they reached the pinnacle where they would soar together. Hands gripping his lover's arse, he used them and the leg not hooked over his shoulder to pull him tighter and deeper.

"Ngh...almost...there," he gasped. "Soar with me," he whispered breathlessly, knowing that his mate would be quick to acquiesce to such a request.

Dilan shuddered and reached a hand between their tightly pressed bodies, seizing his mate and stroking just so. He knew the perfect rhythm and just where to squeeze and rub with his thumb.

At the soft command that ghosted across his ear, felt even more than it was heard, the younger scientist threw his head back and came, teeth bared as though they could hold back the cry of completion.

Arching his back and not bothering to hold back his own cry, Braig came almost simultaneously with his lover. Eyes closed, he ran his hands up and down Dilan's back lightly, rolling them onto their sides so that they were still facing each other.

"Mmm, love you so much," he murmured, nuzzling against his mate's throat.

Sighing deeply, and about ready to drop off for a nap right out in the open and completely nude, Dilan buried his face in Braig's hair and just breathed. It was a scent he didn't really notice except by its absence or times like this. A little woody and a little like cinnamon, but not really; muskier now in the afterglow, and very warm. Everything smelled a bit more sterile, a little bit dead, when he had to work away from the castle and couldn't take Braig with him.

He hummed a happy little tune, mostly like what he'd been whistling all morning, but too lazy to keep all the notes in the right order. He pressed a kiss at the crown of Braig's head. Then another in the centre of his forehead, and a third just between his eyebrows. The fourth fell to the bridge of the marksman's nose with a playful fifth on the tip. When he finally claimed a kiss from his mate's mouth, it was a soft caress of lips against lips—gentle sunlight warmth promising another day tomorrow, and the day after, rather than the conflagration of lust they'd just moments ago shared.

Dilan was non-verbal at the moment, as he usually was just following sex. But he answered his mate anyway.

Braig chuckled softly, eyes closed and a Cheshire grin spreading across his face. He lightly returned Dilan's kisses as he reached up to dig his fingers through the hundreds of tiny braids until he reached his lover's sensitive scalp. Massaging gently, he made a sound rather like a purr before cracking his eyes open to gaze at his partner.

At the quiet expression of satisfied lust, relaxed and content, he was once again reminded of just how much this man who smelled alternatively like the calm before and after the storm, meant to him. He would never admit it out loud, but he often found himself somewhat sentimental after their couplings.

Dilan groaned quite happily as he was treated to a good scritiching. Sometimes he swore he and Braig must have been feline in their last life. It was that, or possibly bunnies, given how often they found themselves ducking into storage closets, or fighting laughter from under a desk.

Tangling their legs together, he opened violet-eyes a slit and make an approximation of the purring sound Braig could make without even trying. It wasn't very good, sounding more like a cement mixer, and he laughed a little. "Ahh, that was... mmm, we should declare the First of May a national holiday," Dilan chuckled, stretching languidly.

Braig snickered, "Mmm, totally. Think we can convince Master Ansem to agree with us?"

Moving forward just enough, he pressed his lips lightly against Dilan's in a slow, languid kiss. "Happy May Day love," he grinned.

"Mmm... Happy May Day."
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