HAVEN Side Stories

Pancakes
An Arashi/Ian fiction by Setsuna-Jikan

Whistling some tune to himself, Ian trotted up the front steps of the complex. As he opened the door he caught sight of his grinning expression; he just couldn't stop, he was too damn happy! When he'd left the dive in Shinjuku yesterday, he'd never imagined that Arashi would take him back so easily. In fact, he'd half convinced himself that Arashi would have shacked up with Ryuze or something while he'd been gone. It was a real relief that not only was Arashi still single, Arashi wanted him back. Talk about good luck!
Crossing the main lobby he aimed for the elevators, juggling the shopping bags to his the (^) button. Nine out of ten times the elevators were broken, but it was worth a shot. That, and Ian was feeling lazy and really didn't want to carry all this crap up eight flights of stairs.
When the elevator arrived with a dying 'ding', Ian let out an estatic "Woot!" and bounded in. Pressing the grimy (8) with his elbow a few times--the damn button was sticking--Ian swayed in place, whistling again.
'This is going to be great!'

Arashi woke up to the smell of something baking, nose twitching. Brow furrowed, he sat up, confused.
'Who...?' Scrubbing a hand against his eyes, he sat up, swinging his pale legs over the side of the bed. Eyeing the room muzzily, he took notice of the shed clothing around him, spread out like debre from a tornado.
'Huh. Guess I was a bit impatient last night,' he thought with a dry mental chuckle, getting up with a stretch. Spying a loose pair of grey sweat pants hanging off a chair, Arashi shrugged them on before padding out into the main living area towards the kitchenette. If this was another one of Ryuze's attempts to 'play nice', Arashi was going to--
He stopped dead, jaw falling open as he walked into the kitchen nook. Last night cam rushing back.
"Idiot," he said affectionately, turning around in Ian's grip to wrap his arms around his boyfriend's neck, smiling brightly. Ian grinned.
"Yep," he said simply, bending down towards Arashi.
"...Ian?" he whispered, eyeing the energetic blonde disbelievingly. Ian turned around, brown eyes blinking innocently before his face broke out in a grin.
"Oh, Arashi! You're up!" he exclaimed loudly, placing a spatula down on the counter before coming out, hugging his boyfriend close. Before Arashi could respond Ian was pulling away, placing a light chaste kiss against Arashi's forhead. "Sit down, I'm almost done." Whistling, he danced back to the stove. Following him in, Arashi settled down in one of their battered chairs, watching his lover cook.
"...What are you cooking?" he asked flatly, staring at the pasty glob next to Ian's elbow; Ian laughed.
"Pancakes," he said simply, flipping one of the golden brown pastries. Arashi looked closer.
"Do they taste good?" he asked, and Ian nodded.
"Yep! A roomate of mine gave me this recipe; the ones my mom makes make you want to swear off breakfast for life!"
Arashi thought on it.
"And why are you cooking them?"
"Because I love you and I wanted to do something special for you. That and you had no food." Reaching over towards Arashi's oven*, he slid a pan out and flipped a few pancakes onto the top. "Here we go. Would you mind getting the plates?" Arashi snorted and handed Ian the asked for dishes. Ian quickly placed a few pancakes on each plate before handing them back, sliding the pan back into the oven. "Thanks. All set now, and I got some real maple syrup!" He sat down accross from Arashi, placing the butter and a brown jug between them. After watching Ian butter up and cut his pancakes, he mimicked him, ending up with a pile of several small buttered squares bordered by a brown puddle. Awkwardly, he speared a few pieces with his fork, dipping them in the puddle before plopping them in his mouth.
He froze, green eyes wide in shock as his jaw hung open. Ian frowned, swallowing quickly.
"Arashi? Are you okay?" he asked worridly, reaching a hand out. "Do you not like them? I'm really sorry--"
"These are the best things I have ever tasted," Arashi interupted reverently, swallowing his mouthfull, hastily shoveling more into his mouth. Laughing, Ian continued eating his own share, watching Arashi with fond eyes. It was really good to be back...
"Er, Ian?" Arashi's voice broke into his musings.
"Yeeeees?" he drawled, scooping some more pancakes into his mouth. Arashi gestured with his fork.
"Your wings are out." Message delivered, he went back to his food, already on his second helping. Looking behind himself, Ian saw the gleaming white wings loosly hanging. Flexing them absently, he watched as a few feathers floated away. A lightly clawed hand caught one; Ian turned back around to see Arashi's face right in his.
"It's been a long time since I've seen those," he whispered, black hair falling into his eyes; Ian's breathing slowed.
"Yeah?" he breathed, reaching a hand up to brush his fingers through that silky hair. Arashi laughed softly, moving closer to Ian's face.
"Yeah..." And then their mouths were pressing together, kissing with a slow passion that was no less then last night. Gripping Arashi's hair with both hands, Ian pulled the boy closer, plunging deep into that mouth. Mixing in with Arashi's natural taste was the flavour of maple; Ian moaned and pulled Arashi into his lap.
Straddling Ian easily, Arashi bent his lags around Ian's, pushing him back with a slow shove. Breaking the kiss, he moved to Ian's neck, nipping sharply before lapping at the mark apologetically. Ian moaned, hands spasming in Arashi's hair; he shifted his hands down to press Arashi closer.
"Oh, god, Arashi..." he breathed, hips rising off the chair slightly. Arashi pulled back, smirking slightly.
"Ian," he murmured, moving up to nip at an ear. "I want you to make love to me..." Groaning, Ian held Arashi close as he stood up, quickly moving back to the bedroom. Moving through the doorways, his wings folded slightly before loosening back up once through. Arashi stroked the wing bases lovingly, playing with them. Ian gasped, stumbling onto the bed.
Looking up at his lover--who was panting heavily, eyes half-closed with bliss--he smirked.
"Sensitive?" he purred, dragging his claws lightly around the bases; Ian moaned, body shaking ontop of Arashi's.
"Yes..." he moaned, moving his hands down Arashi's bare sides to his sweats. Arashi lifted his hips up, helping Ian get his pants off. Kissing Arashi deeply, Ian reached down and grabbed Arashi;s erection, squeezing slightly before slowly stroking up and down.
"--nngh!--" Arashi gritted his teeth, hips bucking upwards. His nails dug into Ian's soft wings; Ian's eyes went wide and he moaned, hips bucking down.
"Wow, that felt good," he panted, twisting his head back to glance at his wings; no bleeding, thank god. Carefully, Arashi extracted his nails, moving his hands to the safer territory of Ian's shoulders to pull him down for another kiss.
Releasing Arashi, Ian got up onto his knees, quickly shucking his faded jeans and shirt.
"Arashi, where's the lube?" he asked sheepishly, hand partially extended towards their crappy bedside table. Blushing slightly, Arashi rolled over and dug around under the bed, pulling out a slightly used tube of lube.**
"Not a word, Brookes," he said irritably; Ian smiled, bending down to brush his lips across Arashi's forhead.
"Course not," he agreed. Quickly slicking up his fingers, he kissed Arashi languidly as he slid a finger inside. He felt Arashi's claws dig into his back. "Sorry..."
"Shut up..." Arashi muttered, shifting around slightly as Ian stretched him. It was uncomfortable, but--
"Ah!" He arched his back, hips bucking helplessly against Ian's fingers. Smirking, Ian ran a finger agaisnt that bundle of nerves before withdrawing his hand. Grabbing the tbe again, Ian started to squeez out the contents; Arashi stopped him with a hand on his wrist.
"Let me..." Sliding his hand down, Arashi took the tube from Ian's limp hand, squeezing a fair ammount out onto his palm. Supporting himself on one elbow he grasped Ian, slowly spreading the gel around his erection. Gasping, Ian fell forward, catching himself before he collapsed ontop of his lover. He moaned helplessly, body quivering as Arashi's nails lightly scraped him; his wings looked like they were shimmering.
"Arashi..." he whispered, eyes drifting shut; Arashi released him, wrapping his legs around Ian's.
"Ian." Nodding, Ian positioned himself, weaving a hand with Arashi's before thrusting in. They froze, gasping; Ian waited a moment before pulling out slightly and thrusting in again. Shifting uncomfortably, Arashi helped Ian with changing the angel, reaching, reaching--
"--Ngh!--" Arashi jaw clenched tight, smothering his moans. Flashing a quick grin, Ian hit the spot again, coaxing out a small, wavering moan. Slowly forming a rythem, Ian would smile whenever Arashi made a noise of pleasure, ignoring the steadily increasing pain from Arashi's claws. When he reached a hand down to stroke Arashi's erection, Arashi screamed.
"Oh, god, IAN!" His claws dug in tight as he bucked against Ian, body and cries coming freely. Ian cried out Arashi's name, wings stretching as far as they could before his body collapsed weakly.
He couldn't help it. He was facing Arashi, smiling like an idiot. Arashi felt an answering smile twitching threateningly on his lips.
"What the hell Brookes?" he finally asked, rubbing his hand apologetically over the punctures in his back. They'd have to deal with those soon. Ian's wings quivered slightly.
"'m just looking at you," he said happily. "I'm glad we're back together again." Arashi smiled back.
"Me too." They lay there together, just taking in each other. After awhile, Ian pulled out and got up, hissing slightly.
"Sorry, love, let me take care of these," he apologized, scratching the back of his head with a laugh. Scoffing, Arashi sat up, leveling Ian with a look.
"Idiot," he said finally, getting up and leading Ian over to their bathroom. "Let me help you." Ian blinked then smiled.
"Alright."
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AN: A much, much belated art trade for the loverly Grisom. Gris, I apologize, though I hope this makes up for it! ^^;
I've been trying to do something with Ian and Arashi and Ian's wings since I offered the art trade at the beginning of the summer, but everything wen 'pleh'. Then, around the start of school, I got bored in class and this came out! Basically, this is the morning after 'Missing' (to which there is a reference to). I needed some sort of breakfast food for Ian to cook and since I don't really know too many Japanese ones I decided, PANCAKES! Cause everyone loves pancakes!
* -- They have a cooktop as opposed to a conventional stove, so they have a wall oven. This is sorta what I have, so it kinda popped into my head.
** -- No, Arashi hasn't been sleeping around while Ian and him were apart. In whatever lil universe my stories tend to take place in (seeing as I think I bend reality a few times), Ian and Arashi are definetly 'together'. Buuuut, one does get lonely (*coughcough*horny*coughcough*) sometimes, and Ian gets that.

Ian and Arashi are two of Grisom's characters from her comic HAVEN. This lil plot thingy mabob is mine.

Hope the sex was okay!
Sets, out!
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