To Understand and Make Up

The day would have probably been typical for the 17 year old if he wasn’t foolish enough to fall for one of Sasuke and Futch’s little pranks to try and catch his curiosity. They usually called it ‘operation: get the moody jerk away from the tablet of promise’ or ‘operation: let’s get Lucy social with the ladies’. But today was special... It was not an operation of any sort at all. They had called him hither, stating that someone had fallen over the cliff overlooking Dunan Lake while playing one of those stupid games one of the soldiers had devised to entertain his fellow peers out of boredom. Being already fatigued from a previous excursion to assist Riou’s entourage, he reluctantly went, looked, and much to the dynamic duo’s surprise - fell over himself.

Now, Luc was stuck in his room, clumsily bandaging his wrist after spraining it, hair damp, still freezing from the water despite already changing his clothes, and suffering from a headache that had now increased by the ten-fold as he seethed in anger.

“Give it.”

Luc hissed at the pair of hands that tried to take the roll of bandage he was tying around his wrist and immediately pulled them out of his reach, making its owner frown at him.

“You’re doing it wrong.” The man said to him sternly.

“I’m fine.” He snapped, shifting on the bed so he had his back to him.

Things wouldn’t have ended this way if his ‘savior’ hadn’t done what he did. After falling over the edge, Luc had made the move to use the last of his strength to port back to the top of the cliff when he caught sight of a familiar combination of green, purple, and red falling after him. He couldn’t let himself port safely without him. And by the time the man had grabbed his wrist, they had both fallen into the water below.

“Fine.” Tir McDohl repeated bitterly.

“Fine.” Luc grumbled again.

Tir gritted his teeth in irritation before grabbing the younger teen by the shoulders from behind and dragging him down on the bed. Luc flailed violently until Tir settled on his waist, straddling him with his legs and then grabbing the roll from the bed where it had flown out of the wind mage’s grasp.

“W-Wha—” Luc was quickly cut off when Tir held a finger at him warningly; a gesture that Luc could easily associate to the older teen’s blonde guardian, Gremio.

“Stay.” Tir commanded, staying in that position until Luc finally gave up and settled down.

The older teen took the young mage’s injured wrist and began to wrap the gauze gingerly around it. Luc watched him quietly, flushing a little considering the awkwardness of their position.

“Why do you have to be so difficult sometimes? You wouldn’t even let Doctor Huan take a look at you.” Dark brows furrowed with mild concentration as he ripped the bandage from the rest of the roll with his teeth and tied the ends into a knot gently. “There.”

“I can take care of myself...” Luc muttered angrily as he pulled his wrist free from Tir’s grip.

“Sure you can.” Tir said scathingly. “That’s why you fell over in the first place. You could perfectly take care of yourself.”

Luc gave him a contemptuous glare in reply. Who was he to talk? He could have managed to get away safely if this man hadn’t come after him. Who jumps after someone falling off a cliff? And why was he still sitting on him?

“Get off.” Luc growled.

Tir raised a brow at him in return.

“No.”

“OFF.”

“No.” the dark-haired boy repeated in a rather nonchalant manner.

“I said get off me!”

“And I said no.”

“What the hell, McDohl!” he growled as he threw his hands towards the older man.

Tir easily caught both of them by the wrist and grasped them tightly in his hands, ignoring the wind mage beneath him as he flinched in pain from his injury. Amber eyes stared towards the younger male with a certain intensity that caused him to freeze even before he heard what Tir said to him in reply to his tantrum.

“I’ll kiss you.”

Before Luc could shout a rebuttal to criticize and continue his tirade over being ridiculed in this manner, Tir leaned down, pushing the young brunette’s hands at either sides of his head and taking his lips in a rather dominating kiss. This had successfully silenced the wind mage, but at the same time, causing another dire need to shout at the man. But over what? His brain has suddenly refused to cooperate.

Luc felt his cheeks burn in both embarrassment and complete outrage. Emerald eyes glared into the pools of amber once Tir finally pulled away. But despite that, Tir looked absolutely calm... and the way those eyes stared back, Luc found himself losing the motivation to fight back.

Oh no... not this again.

“What’s wrong...?” Tir whispered to him gently.

This annoying feeling...

“You’re shaking.”

In his mind, the only reason he was shaking was out of anger. He couldn’t take this. He wasn’t going to take this without a fight. He wasn’t going to be ridiculed; most definitely not by this man.

“...Luc?”

He didn’t want to lose.

Tir’s grip around the younger teen’s wrists loosened as he felt him weakening under his weight. He might have gone too far after all... He didn’t mean that... but at the same time, he felt he had reasons for doing what he did. No... He knew he had reasons and the boy would never understand it.

The young former liberation army leader had let go of one wrist completely to touch Luc’s cheek when the free hand of the teen beneath him shot up and punched him bluntly on the face.

...And then followed a pause... an unmistakably long deafening silence. Luc’s left fist was still connected to Tir’s right cheek as his eyes remained glaring at his assailant’s overshadowed face.

“Bastard.” The wind mage hissed.

Tir’s right hand rose to grab Luc’s left wrist again, pushing it roughly above the wind mage’s head along with his right injured hand. Immediately, the younger teen began to struggle from his grasp, flinching in pain on occasion from his injury due to his own movements to get loose, following it up with a bombardment of curses and slanders from who knows whom he had learned from.

While Tir tried his hardest to keep both hands away from clawing at his face with his right hand and the weight of his body, he reached for the remaining roll of bandages that had been left alone at the corner of the bed. After successfully retrieving it, he began to wrap it around Luc’s uninjured wrist tightly, ignoring as the boy’s other hand had grabbed at his jaw and clawed relentlessly on his skin, and tied it around one of the bottom bed posts to keep it from throwing another punch at his face.

Once the knot was firmly secured, Luc fell silent; breathless and flushed from his outburst, right hand still clawed into the older man’s cheek, and emerald eyes still glaring intensely. The wind mage had noticed his predicament and it was not very surprising that he didn’t look at all amused.

“You bastard!” Luc repeated, shouting at him angrily as the older man pulled the younger teen’s right hand away from his face and held it down on the bed again. “Let me go!”

Just as Tir expected, Luc wasn’t going to understand it...

“Let me go, damn it!” Luc snapped at him, a slight tone of panic adding to his voice as he desperately pulled at the ties holding down his uninjured wrist.

The stupid kid wasn’t going to understand how it felt...

“McDohl!”

The anxiety that drove him to run after him...

“McDohl! Are you listening?!!”

The fear that cause his breath to freeze as he saw him fall...

“LET. ME. GO!!”

He wasn’t going to understand unless he told him! Before Luc could shout again, Tir’s right hand moved forward, covering the wind mage’s mouth.

“You shut the hell up right now and listen to me good!” He growled at him severely, causing the Luc to suddenly freeze all movement.

The brunette scowled and felt something cold run up his spine as he looked straight into Tir’s eyes. He was mad... No, he was more than mad... He was pissed off. Luc couldn’t understand to how or why Tir would be the one fuming when he was the one tied to the bed by the wrist and in the questionable position. He was the one who was kissed without permission. So why...?!

“You’re a selfish, stupid kid.” Tir said to him sternly. “You’re rude... you never listen to anyone even if it’s something that concerns your safety. You can’t even be thankful that you’re safe. Instead you worry about stupid details you can ignore and just be happy you walked out with just a sprained wrist. You don’t even want to get it healed by others when you can’t heal it yourself. You won’t rely on anyone. You can’t even lower your pride for a few seconds and be glad someone saved you?!”

What...?

“Do you seriously think no one will care if you got hurt? Do you seriously think everyone’s fine just because you walked out alive on a fall like that? You’re so damned dense and reckless than you don’t even realize what you’ve done!”

Dark brows were deeply furrowed as those amber eyes looked down on him intently, serious and overpowering. But at the corner of those eyes were something out of place...

“You haven’t even considered how other’s would feel, have you?!”

Why was he...?

“... how I would feel... have you?” Tir’s voiced suddenly failed him.

“W-what...?” Luc wasn’t sure how to react at all.

To laugh seemed cruel... but this was a joke right? He wished it was a joke. But the man sitting on him was undoubtedly on the verge of tears.

“...”

The motivation to fight back had definitely weakened. This attitude Tir had displayed was in retribution to his stupidity. The feelings he wanted to ignore... the worry he didn’t want to feel. He didn’t want to be the object of anyone’s regard because in the end... he was afraid of the outcome of what he couldn’t understand or control.

And here it was. The outcome; the one person he learned to trust and admire more than just a leader and an acquaintance, the one who tries so hard to understand... who worries even after trying so hard to push him away. He was still the one who jumped the cliff without question to save his life and still stayed around despite all the slander and curses. And even though he didn’t know if he could satiate that anger or those feelings, Luc slipped his hand from beneath Tir’s loosened grip, nudging the hand covering his mouth, and leaned himself forward to kiss the older man’s lips gently as silent apology.

In return, Tir kissed him back. Gently at first but soon built in fervor that the older teen pushed him down with his weight, dominating the younger teen’s mouth as if he was intently waiting for such an apology to happen. Luc made no move to stop him and returned every kiss just as intently, abandoning his pride even just for this moment.

The older man’s hand finally abandoned its position considering that he no longer had the need to restrain the person beneath him. As one hand remained to keep most of his weight off the younger teen, the other burrowed beneath Luc’s clothing, touching his skin with its warmth. The wind mage flinched from Tir’s hand, unacquainted to the sensation of being touched so intimately, his own right hand clasping on to the back of the older man’s shirt.

Finally, their lips parted and Tir’s mouth trailed across Luc’s neck, kissing and nipping every inch it could reach as he pulled down the collar of his shirt. The younger teen’s breath hitched as he felt that hand traveling further into untouched territory. He flushed even deeper as from nipping; Tir had added his tongue as a tool for exploration. He frowned, realizing that there’s a chance that this man intends to eat him alive.

“A-Ah.” Luc suddenly felt panic arise again from aside the fact that Tir’s hand had now moved into his pants, but one of his hands were still in fact immobilized by the combination of the bed post and the bandages. “M-McDohl, my ar-Ah!”

“Hm?” Tir mumbled against the crook of the brunette’s neck just as he had wrapped and squeezed his hand around the teen’s length.

Luc whimpered slightly, trying to concentrate on the complications of his position at the moment instead of the pleasure he was feeling within Tir’s grasp as he began to stroke him. Between gritted teeth, he tried to speak again.

“M-My... a-arm!”

“What about it?” Tir nipped at his collar bone.

“It’s s-still tied up!”

Tir suddenly lifted his head to look at Luc with a raised brow.

“So?”

Immediately, Luc glared at him. What he hell did he mean by “So?”?!

“You want it off?” Tir asked curiously.

“Yes.”

“....hmm...” The brunette felt yet another shiver run up his spine at the look the older man had just thrown at him.

“W-What?”

“Well, if you want it off then...”

Tir then leaned closer, breathing against his ear. The wind mage felt a grin form on the older man’s face before he whispered “Then beg me to remove it.” before grazing his teeth against the lobe of his ear affectionately.

“You’re such an ass...” Luc glowered at him, as he knew that Tir understood there was no way he’d do such a thing. “I thought you were mad at me.”

“I was. But that’s why we’re making up, right?” Tir smiled before kissing him again; pushing his tongue between Luc’s parted lips before he could make another reply and explored his mouth.

Not long after, Tir had managed to divest the younger teen off most of his garments. All except his shirt that was now clumsily bunched up around one arm as the bandage made it impossible to completely remove it. Luc reminded Tir innumerable times of how much easier it would be if he just untied him already, but Tir ignored him. And at each time Luc tried to untie himself, the older man took his free hand to catch the younger teen’s wrist and warned him not to make his injury worse; especially as any further tries would result to having to tie both hands up.

Distracted yet again by another passionate kiss, the wind mage failed to notice when Tir had moved and took his position between his legs. He only realized it once he felt the older man’s length against his entrance, causing him to break the kiss off forcefully and pushed him away with his right hand. Tir had easily read the uncertainty in the younger teen’s eyes, and it was understandable. He placed a hand on Luc’s face, gazing upon him tenderly.

“I’ll be gentle...” he muttered to him before pushing himself into Luc slowly who tensed under his weight.

Luc whimpered audibly, his left hand clenching tightly into a fist and pulling at the ties from the pain while his right hand grasped on the sheets beneath them. Tears that had gathered in his eyes fell as he felt the older man bury himself fully into him. It hurt. It hurt a whole lot. Even if he was gentle, it still bloody hurts like hell. Tir paused for a moment, kissing the brunette on the forehead, to allow some of the pain to pass and waiting for the younger teen to relax before finally moving his hips back and thrusting forward yet again.

A yelp escaped the wind mage’s lips before he bit down on it from the unfamiliar feeling of being invaded as thus, muffling any sound that tried to escape from his mouth. He wrapped his legs around Tir’s waist as he began to move steadily in and out of him, slowly finding pleasure in their activity. Though clouded by the sensations of pain, he tingled in anticipation as he felt Tir’s breath hot against his skin. He knew well enough that he wasn’t going to last longer.

Luc felt dizzy beyond comprehension, teeth coming close to drawing blood from his lips. Immediately, Tir leaned forward to kiss him profoundly to stop him from making it any worse.

“Don’t.” Tir whispered between kisses, thirsty for breath. “Let... me hear.”

Following just as Tir commanded, Luc allowed himself to gasp and whimper out loud if not muffled by their kisses. He desperately clung to the edge to prolong their lovemaking, but to much avail. He moaned audibly against Tir’s lips as he reached his climax and Tir finished soon after, collapsing heavily onto him, breathless.

They laid together on the bed in silence and waited for their senses to return as well as their breath to calm before Tir finally pulled out and moved to lie beside the younger man. He reached to touch some of Luc’s tousled hair with one hand as the other wrapped around him from beneath. In exchange, the brunette looked at him with half lidded eyes, visibly exhausted and still a bit breathless from their latter activity.

“I’m sorry...” Tir muttered to him gently as his hand moved from his hair to wipe away some of the tears remaining in Luc’s eyes. “It hurt for you.”

Luc said nothing in reply and the older man dragged him closer, cradling him in his arms. Another long pause of silence followed, allowing the two to revel in each other’s presence.

“McDohl...?” the wind mage finally broke the silence as he muttered against Tir’s shoulder.

“Hm?” he replied sleepily.

“Can you untie me now...?”

“....” Tir nuzzled the younger teen’s hair before breaking into a content grin. “No.”

“...You bastard.”