title: Anniversary of a first time (Feb.05)
author: Lady Charena
fandom: Kung Fu - the legend continues
codes: P/P, NC-17
archive: TOSTwins - others just ask

sum: A little celebration. Little plot, but lots of lovin'

Disclaimer: This story's mine, but I do not intend to touch the rights of the owner of the characters from KF-TLC I've used. No moneymaking, no offence meant. Lyrics belong to Kylie Minogue, taken from "I believe in you".

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...I don't believe I'd love somebody
Just to pass the time...

...I don't believe a masterpiece
Will ever match your face...

...And if you ever had to go away
Nothing in my world could ever be the same
Nothing lasts forever but together till then
I'll give you everything I am again and again
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He stops at the door, obviously surprised to find me sprawled naked across his futon, the main room sparsely lit with a few, scattered candles, the others dark. Their soft glow creating an almost vacant appearance, like the room looked one year ago, at the shaky time after his return from a six-month-quest to find his way. No, I don't want to think about that, not right now. Better things to think... or better not think at all. Just do. And feel. And taste... I get up to my elbows and look at him. "Do you remember how it was between us that first time, Pop? The night a year ago?"

His eyes take me in, leaving not an inch of me untouched, a slow smile spreading across his features. Otherwise there is no reaction.

"Did I say anything wrong?" A year ago his intense gaze would have me make waver and quiver inside. Now I simply smile and casually  tretch
my body.

"You asked if I remember how it was between us. Yes, I remember," he finally says. "Every word. Every touch. Shall I tell you, how it was... that first time?"

His voice sends a shiver along my spine and I close my eyes. "Yes."

"Open your beautiful eyes for me, my love. Look at me, Peter."

I obey, cause there is nothing I would not do for him.

"It was after my return. After the fight with the Chi'Ru. I was meditating, here in this room... trying once again, as I had since our reunion, to put the feelings you evoked in me... to drive them away. To bury them so deeply you would never know. I could then not bear to be near you, but neither could I bear to be apart from you."

He crosses the room until he stands in front of the platform, his hands gripping the edge as if not to reach out for me.

"You came to me that night... came to my new home."

I will him to touch me, but he just shakes his head and I know, even if it was I who set this game up, we will now play it following his
rules. And I find I couldn't care less...

"You came to where I was sitting on the floor... and held out your hand."

I do it again, reaching out for him.

"You waited - with a patience I have never before observed at you."

I smile and feel heat rising in my cheeks. But I bite my tongue and will him to speak more, with my eyes only.

"Finally I put my hand in yours."

In the silence between us, he does the same now.

"You brought me to my feet."

He tugs at my hand, until I rise to my knees.

"I thought I had lost you. You were so cold, so... full of pain... in the hospital garden. My heart cried out for you then." My throat feels dry and he runs the fingertips of his free hand along my neck. "Do you wish to say something to me, Peter?"

"I... Pop..."

"Say it."

"*I* thought I had... lost *you*. I thought I disappointed you and drove you away and you didn't want me anymore. That you only returned because of the Chi'Ru." His eyes burn my soul. "I was so desperate for you that night... I would have done anything to make you see. To make you stay. To make you... love me..."

"You placed your hands on my face." He takes both my hands in his and pulls them around his face. "And then you tilted my head... and you
kissed me."

His lips on mine. So sweet. Gentle and warm. Warm enough to heat the cold, evoked by memories, inside me. I can feel it slip away once more, like it did in that night. He wraps me into his love, the gentleness that once almost destroyed me.

"Say what you said then, Peter. Let me hear it again."


"Say it, Peter."

I draw in a shaky breath. "Father. I... I love you. Oh, God. I love you. Never again leave me."

"And I love you, my son. More than my life. More than my soul. With everything I have. With everything I am."

Tears fill my eyes and spill over. He smiles and leans forward to kiss them from my skin.

Than he withdraws slightly and my hands fall away from his face. "That first time you moved so slowly, hesitantly, when you opened my robe. Your hands trembled."

His are steady and calm as he opens the buttons of his shirt and undoes the sash. A shrug of his shoulders and the white silk slips down his arms, to pool at his feet. A moment later, he gracefully steps out of the slack pants, shedding them like a second hide he no longer needs. He doesn't with me. Naked he leans forward.

"'Let me make love to you.' That is what you said to me that first time. Do you remember?"

A whispered murmur against my neck and I nod, shivering with expectation. "Yes."

"I knew, you would stop if I asked."

Hot lips sear the nape of my throat. Instantly I'm achingly hard.

"Let me make love to you, Peter."

I slip over to make room for him on the platform. He kneels close to me and looks at me for one long interminable moment. Rakes me with his hot glance while my cock strains and twitches at his inspection. Then he raises his eyes to my face.

"When you looked at my naked body, you said I was beautiful," I whisper.

"You are... you define beauty."

His eyes caress me and I find it hard to breath. Then he moves forward, crossing the little distance left between us and pulls me in his arms. A current surges up as our bodies come together, almost more pain than pleasure, leaving me shaking with desire. We touch chest to chest, belly to belly, cock to cock... and his body sears me everywhere we touch. I lift my eyes to watch him and what I see revealed on his face, I know reflected in my own. Desire. Love. A love too awesome for words. Too overwhelming for most people to even understand...

He gently pushes me back until I sprawl on my back in front of him and I watch him tower above on his hands and knees. Our heat releases the distinct scent I have always connected with my father: incense and mysterious herbs and a hint of smoke and candle wax.

"You kissed me," he says. "Here."

His head bents and his lips graze my collarbone.


His mouth comes to rest at my chest, where his tongue flickers across a nub.

"And here."

I buck beneath him and fight to keep my hand from clutching the silver strands of his hair, not sure if I can touch him now with the tenderness and timidity of our first time.

"I have never known such pleasure," he whispers against my skin. "Never knew I could feel the things you made me feel that night."

His tongue pays equal attention to my other nipple.


His mouth takes mine again and the words I meant to speak slip away forgotten and unsaid. I touch him then, any place I can. Because I have to. The silken hair. His face. His strong shoulders. The place at his neck where I can feel the rapid pulse of his life's blood coursing through his veins.

He lays a path of kisses down my belly, pauses only to lick at my navel, holding down my squirming body with the gentle strength of his. I stifle a cry as he blows into the hair at my groin and finally takes my cock in his mouth, sliding down inch by inch to the root. The muscles at the back of his throat milk me and the room blacks out, my control gone. "Stop me! Pop!"

A hand at the base of my cock eases the need till I can think again. He pulls back. We both are breathing heavily.

"That first time," I pant. "You didn't want to come that way. You stopped me, pushed me away."

"I wanted... I needed to feel your body beneath me, welcoming me."

I push up to my elbows and smile at him. "We didn't have any lubrication then. Or now." I expect him to get up to get some. But he only sits back on his heels, motionless, except for his heaving chest and the quivers that make his cock jump in time with his breathing. And then I know. He is waiting for me to say again what I said that first time, when he loved me. "Let me wet you with my mouth. That is all the lubrication we will need."

He smiles, that rare and elusive smile he seldom gives. It stays on his face as I move up and take him in my mouth...

And then he is sliding, endlessly, into me, my body accepting him with ease, like the first time, like welcoming a traveler long feared lost.

We come as one...

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Afterwards we rest, limbs entwined, for a long time. The sounds coming from the streets below us play counterpoint to the steady thud of my heart. He stirs and raises his head from its place between my neck and my shoulder. One finger reaches to brush at the corner of my eye, brushing away a tear I never noticed.

"I love you, my Peter," he says and that, too, was what he had said that first time we became lovers.

This time, my answer can be no other. "I am yours, father."