A/N: Lol. I had a dream in which half the characters of X got laid and after sharing it with a friend, we decided that it needed to be written. Originally I was going to post it all at once but I'm taking forever to write it so I'll post each pairing as a separate chapter. XD Enjoy this shameless smut.

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Kamui's scream pierced the night air as his back slammed against the ground with the sickening crack of breaking ribs. Ignoring the blinding pain ripping across his nervous system, he struggled against the power lines lashing him against the slab of broken concrete. The cords tightened, cutting into his skin and one wrapped around his torso, pressing against the broken bones and stealing away Kamui's breath until he fell limp, nearly losing consciousness.

"What a lovely scream." Fuuma slid a hand under Kamui's chin and tilted it up to face him.

"Wh-why?" Kamui choked, feeling nauseated at the warm metallic taste of blood that teased the back of his throat.

Fuuma chuckled and ran one fingertip over Kamui's lips. "Because I was born to be your twin star, remember?" He whispered in the boy's ear.

As Kamui struggled to breathe, Fuuma bent closer and pressed his lips to the frantic pulse at Kamui's throat. Kamui felt him smile for a moment against his skin then shuddered when Fuuma lightly licked away the thin trail of blood slipping down his neck.

"I wonder…" Fuuma murmured against his throat with an ominously mischievous tone. "Is all of your skin this soft?"

Kamui tried to choke out an answer but found himself mutely distracted when Fuuma's hand suddenly slid down his chest, tugging his shirt tail out of the top of his pants.

"What are you-" He was cut off with a gasp as Fuuma bit down at the sensitive base of his throat, one hand tightening painfully on Kamui's shoulder when he tried to jerk it up in response. For one brief second Kamui was grateful for the cords as a dizzying rush of adrenaline coursed through his veins. He hated himself for it almost immediately however, and was even more furious with himself when he realized that it was not his wounds causing the blood to rush from his head.

He made a few more feeble attempts at wriggling out of the cords as Fuuma took his sweet time unbuttoning his shirt and tasting each new inch of exposed flesh as though it were a delicacy. But when Fuuma tugged at the edge of his belt, sliding the leather with aching deliberacy through the cool metal of the buckle, Kamui's mind went blank. He was vaguely aware of the surrender but found that he couldn't summon the desire to care much less to continue fighting.

He stared numbly as Fuuma freed him from the constraining boxers. "Enjoying yourself?" He asked with a throaty chuckle.

Kamui merely shuddered in response as Fuuma ran his fingertips along his shaft, cruelly letting them drift millimeters away from his skin just before reaching the head of his penis. He groaned in frustration then bit his lip in embarrassment as Fuuma laughed.

"What's wrong Kamui?"

Kamui bit his lip, willing himself not to make a sound this time, barely suppressing a strangled cry as Fuuma's fingers began to lightly stroke.

"Surely the thought had crossed your mind before right?"

"N-no."

Fuuma raised an eyebrow at him then gave him another cruel smile before leaning in to suck at the blossoming bruise on his neck again. Kamui gasped, ashamed to admit even to himself that it was only partly out of pain.

"You sure about that?" the older teen murmured against his skin as he trailed his lips down Kamui's chest.

"Stop." Kamui protested but the word somehow wavered in the air and even he didn't believe it.

Fuuma acted as if he hadn't heard. Perhaps he hadn't; Kamui thought his heartbeat was starting to drown out any other sounds. Seriously, why couldn't it have been a little quieter? Why did his own body always have to betray him?

He watched numbly as Fuuma dropped to one knee. How did he manage to be on his knees at Kamui's feet and still seem like he was towering over him? Kamui was so caught up for a moment in the thought that he hadn't noticed the stilling of his friend's hand. It wasn't until he felt something warm and wet press against the underside of his penis that he crashed back into the reality of the moment. It was another overbearing heartbeat before he realized that it really was Fuuma's tongue licking painstakingly slow laps.

Fuuma chuckled against him and Kamui mentally kicked himself as he realized that he had gasped aloud at the realization. Worse, the vibration of the laugh was doing horrible things to Kamui's already awakened nerve endings. He willed himself to believe that that was only saliva glistening there at the tip.

Fuuma ignored the gasp and let his cheek brush against him as he planted a kiss on Kamui's hip even as his hands dipped to cup his testicles.

Why? Kamui wondered again even as Fuuma began trailing kisses back up the length of his penis. This isn't how things ever were between us… is it?

He was suddenly distracted from all thoughts as warmth engulfed him and he looked away, trying hard not to see Fuuma taking him all in. It grew harder to ignore however at the first suckle and Kamui couldn't help but glance down in time to see the bob of Fuuma's throat as he gulped. Thoughts gave way completely to sensation as the sucking continued and Fuuma's hands began to wander, teasing every available inch of skin, as if he weren't paying enough attention already.

"Fuuma- ah- I- " Tension built and as Kamui felt a blinding edge approach he felt vaguely compelled to warn the boy but before he could quite reach the climax he had begun to crave, Fuuma pulled away and began to trail damp kisses down his thigh.

"Wha- Why did you…" Kamui bit his tongue too late as Fuuma grinned up at him.

"Because I'm not finished yet." He slid one finger down Kamui's shaft and Kamui bit down on his tongue harder, tasting blood as pleasure grew hazy and began sliding into pain.

It seemed to take hours, the continuous teasing, the build-up so close to a climax, then the abrupt shift to more teasing. Kamui wasn't sure how much more he could take. He had been so determined not to beg but as Fuuma pulled his mouth away and with it that glorious promise of orgasm, he could no longer help it.

"Fuuma… please…"

The older boy merely smirked and slid a hand over his stomach.

Kamui felt the sting of tears at the corners of his eyes and he stared at the stormy sky above.

Mercy. He thought to it.

Suddenly the mouth was back and Kamui held no reservations this time about gasping as he felt the tip of his penis hit the back of Fuuma's throat. He looked down in surprise and was even more shocked to see that that it was no longer his childhood friend below him.

"Su… baru?"

Subaru didn't respond or smirk up at him though; he merely continued as he had begun and surprise gave way to relief and Kamui moaned as he at last was able to come…

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A/N: Oh yeah, I probably should have mentioned that it was a dream… XD But the next chapter isn't, don't worry.