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STARFIGHTER by Cloud-Si-Strife1


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Abel’s eyes were drawn to the muscular man stood beside him, his attention grasped when the other’s face was lit in a soft orange glow.

“… You shouldn’t smoke… it’ll kill you.” Abel watched as Cain gave him a passive shrug, happily taking a drag.

It was raining. And that was an understatement. It was absolutely kicking it down. And Cain and Abel managed to find shelter in the doorway of a closed store. There wasn’t very much room, so they were forced to stand very close together, which made Abel rather embarrassed and uncomfortable.

Cain pushed up the sleeve of his leather jacket, looking at the watch on his wrist as the time ticked by with the heavy pitter patter of rain.

“So much for dinner,” he grumbled, causing Abel’s face to flush with the reminder that the weather had ruined their rare occasion.

Cain had offered to take Abel out to dinner.

And that was when it had started raining.

And now they had missed the reservation.

Abel was certain there was someone ‘upstairs’ that hated him enough to ruin this moment. He silently cursed and swore in his head while Cain calmly smoked by his side. After a while of angsting and sulking, Abel snuck a glance over at the taller of the two.

Cain had dressed in what Abel would call his ‘slightly-smarter-than-usual’ causal wear. Black suit trousers – a pinch tight, to follow the curve of those gorgeous legs that Cain had, along with a dark blue turtle-neck sweatshirt. And, of course, Cain’s leather jacket that he wore everywhere, even in the sweltering sun.

Abel admired the man for a moment, the rain having caused every part of Cain to be wet on top of everything. Cain’s dark hair was sticking and framing his face, outlining the wonderful bone structure that Abel adored. He was half tempted to touch Cain and brush the hair from his face, but he was also uncertain of overstepping some unspoken boundary.

“… it’s raining…” Abel murmured softly, trying to break the awkward silence that had fallen on them.

Cain finally looked over at him, taking the cigarette from his mouth. He simply gave Abel a half-hearted smile and flicked the smouldering stick out into the path of the rain.

Abel looked up when Cain suddenly moved closer, causing Abel to back up against the wall in shock. He let out a small sound when Cain reached up and brushed his fingers against one of Abel’s flushed cheeks with surprising tenderness.

“W-What are you—“

“You look cold,” Cain murmured, leaning in close.

Abel wasn’t used to this outside of their flat. He wasn’t used to Cain touching him when people could possibly see them. And now Cain was so close Abel could smell the smoke on his breath and feel the warmth of the other’s lips as they hovered just a painfully small distance from his.

“… you’re trembling.” The speech made Cain’s lips brush against Abel’s in a brief moment. “Relax.”

Abel practically melted when Cain’s lips were pressed against him, opening up for the other as it felt like his body was being warmed from head to toe, as if he had never been soaked by the rain.

Abel felt the pressure of the others body pressing up against him, one of Cain’s large hands pressing against his cheek, and the other gripping his hip. Abel always felt a strange thrill under Cain’s hands, knowing the other could hurt him – kill him, even – without even trying.

But as Cain moved to kissing his neck – and despite the warming in his toes – Abel felt his face turn a darker colour and he put his hands on Cain’s shoulders, gently pushing.

“C-Cain… stop… what if someone sees?” Abel breathed out, finding his chest was feeling like it was filled with butterflies ready to explode from his mouth.

Cain growled a little in reply, his teeth gently pinching the sensitive skin on Abel’s neck, pulling a broken moan out of the other’s frail body. Abel’s fingers curled into Cain’s shoulders as his body shuddered, colour spreading across his cheeks and to his ears.

Cain’s lips eventually pressed against his ear. “Let’s spend this date inside,” he murmured in a low voice, grinning at the smaller male.

Abel was still blushing deeply, looking frustrated and flustered.

“Fine. But you owe me dinner.”
My entry for the Starfighter fanfic contest. XD It's only short. But sweet. <3

My story is basically Cain and Abel in our day and age rather than in futureland~

Cain, Abel & Starfighter (c) *HamletMachine
Story (c) ~Time-Pirate
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ZennaLuvsYaoi Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
omfg amazing :D
Time-Pirate Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2011  Student General Artist
Haha, thank you.
Cloud-Si-Strife1 Featured By Owner Mar 11, 2010
hee hee...WTF?!...hi Sephi-...


it's zooo addicting!<3
Time-Pirate Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2010  Student General Artist
Erm, okay. XD;
Cloud-Si-Strife1 Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2010
I wuv Starfighter! mew~!
Muchacha10 Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2009
this is such an sensitive, wonderful fic. Makes me love cain and abel even more. IN FACT, this story was SO inspiring that i made a lil something something after reading it, and i thought you'd like to see it.


Time-Pirate Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2009  Student General Artist

I'm so glad I inspired you and that you liked the fic! X3 Thanks so much for the drawing! <3
Muchacha10 Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2009
im glad you like it, haha!! now i feel like reading ur piee AGAIN. :)
Time-Pirate Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2009  Student General Artist
YAYS! <3
theblindmute Featured By Owner Jul 4, 2009
Sexy! LOL, I love it. Congrats on coming in third! :heart:
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