The July challenge begins!

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from For the Year of the Insane

Word for word, I stumble.
A beginner, I feel your mouth touch mine.








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Fandom: Saiyuki, Pairing: Koumyou/Ukoku

[rroselavy]

It came about suddenly, the culmination of steadily growing closer and closer to Ukoku until it felt as if the air around him could no longer support his breath. He was asphyxiating, slowly. Conversations were land mine-studded meadows of words wrested and contorted into arcane arguments and brilliant philosophies. They were exhilarating and exhausting at the same time, forcing Koumyou not only to stare appraisingly at his own reflection, but also to plumb the depths of Ukoku’s psyche. The darkness -- the void -- drew him into it and enfolded itself around him.

He wasn’t afraid of his future anymore. But words failed him, and his heart fluttered in his chest immune to all reason. And there were many -- countless -- reasons why he should have steeled himself from the ripe temptation laid out before him. But he was only a man after all, not a god, and he’d never been a good priest as it was. Headstrong and prone to fanciful adventure; he knew he stood as a beacon light in the depths of Ukoku’s despair, could feel his desire echoed and matched in every movement and syllable.

When the silence overtook their conversation and their sake cups had been emptied, Koumyou leaned unsteadily forward. His action was mirrored by Ukoku, until their lips met.