Final Fantasy X. Isaaru/Maroda. PG-13. 100 words.
Fear Filled Kisses
I can’t get that sound you make out of my head. The moan that’s halfway to a sigh. The one that echoes in the air as you pull me into your arms.
Pacce is sleeping half a room away, dead to the world after the day’s walk has taxed his young body to its limits.
You hold my face between your hands and I taste your fear when we kiss. “Maroda,” you whisper, “do you think I’m strong enough?”
Saying yes is hard, but I can’t lie to you, Isaaru. My summoner, my brother, my lover…we’ll face Sin together.