Title: Conflict (1/1)
Author: Sailor Seraphim
Disclaimer: I do not own The Neverending Story or any of its related characters. I do, however, own the situations which occur in this fic.
Warnings: Yaoi, rough!sex implications, a vague D/s relationship, angst. All part and parcel of The Night universe.
Notes: Drabble written for trowacko
for the WIP drabble meme here
. Crossposted to plotbunny_hutch
Summary: Sometimes, Atreyu just wants Bastian to prove his claim.
"This is getting ridiculous," Bastian growled irritably, pacing the length of the room. Perched on the windowseat and glaring at the Night sky, Atreyu bit his tongue, forcibly trying to ignore his lover.
"How many times do I have to apologize? Not that I should, since I explained already." Bastian's hands cut angry arcs through the air and he spun around again, facing Atreyu. "This is utterly childish. Atreyu, look at me!"
Atreyu refused, though every molecule in his body wanted to obey. Being at odds with Bastian -- had they ever really fought so badly before this? -- made Atreyu's heart feel heavy in his chest, made it difficult to breathe. But Atreyu knew that if he gave in now, that he would open himself for more pain in the future. He was still a Warrior, still had his pride. He would not back down, even if he craved to be in Bastian's arms again.
"It's not my fault I couldn't visit sooner!" Bastian continued on. "I told you already that I had so much to do at home, and with school and tests and my dad... dammit, Atreyu! Just stop giving me the cold shoulder."
Atreyu just straightened his shoulders, turning his back to Bastian more. That one small movement -- rejection -- sparked Bastian's already irritable mood. With fierce strides, he was across the room in a flash, and before Atreyu knew it, Bastian had his fingers hooked into Atreyu's collar and dragged the Warrior off the windowseat and to the floor. Atreyu landed heavily, all tanned skin and leather skirt, then nearly choked as Bastian hauled him up by the collar into a kneeling position. His hands came up, scrabbling against Bastian's arms, trying to draw a deeper breath, but that seemed impossible. Impossible when Bastian loomed over him so strongly, so full of fire and heat and everything that made Atreyu want to melt and submit.
"You belong to me!" Bastian snarled, his face bare inches away from Atreyu's. "You belong to me and you'll obey only me, and only I get to touch you, no matter how long I've been away!"
Atreyu shuddered and his eyes slid closed, and he submitted to everything as Bastian pulled him into a rough and bruising kiss. It was possession. It was jealousy. It was passion. It was everything Atreyu had hoped to see from Bastian.
-- Owari --