Disclaimers: I only wish they belonged to me...well, Saionji at least. Not so sure about Touga *eyes him suspiciously*
Author's Note: I could write so much about the two of them, so I guess I'll begin with this first part for now. ^^
"Finding you is always so easy," Touga said in a pleasant purr from behind Saionji as he continued to scrub the floors of the kendo room.
He made no reply to that. I'm always so very easy, he thought bitterly.
"I meant no offense," Touga said crouching down next to him to finger his green curls.
Saionji half-heartedly growled and moved away from him concentrating on the floor which--truth be told--he had been washing for the last two hours.
"Sometimes, Kyouichi, I think you stay here so long in order for me to some up. And when I do, you act like a feral beast," he smirked.
"Not that I'm complaining, mind you," he added gracefully sitting on the floor and pulling Saionji to him by the loose black belt holding his hakama closed.
Saionji sighed balefully as he was drawn into Touga's lap and his arms tightened around his waist. He tried to pull away but that just made Touga hold onto him all the more firmly.
"Let go of me," he hissed through clenched teeth.
"I don't think I will. Not yet anyway," Touga said coyly leaving one arm in an iron grip around Saionji's waist and using the other to finger his chin. "I'm enjoying myself. Aren't you?"
Saionji scowled.
Touga chuckled moving his fingers down Saionji's throat and to his chest. Saionji resisted his sudden desire to moan and continued to try and move away.
"Worried about your floor, Kyouichi?" Touga asked teasingly before kissing the base of Saionji's throat with soft lips before grazing the skin with his teeth like a vampire.
More of a psychic vampire, Saionji thought miserably as he failed to bit back his next moan.
"N-not hardly, " he managed in a choked voice. "Get off of me, Touga."
"I would, but this is so relaxing," Touga said looking up with smoldering blue eyes.
It was a shame that Saionji missed seeing them. He would have been surprised to see not only devilish lust but a sad soft of love in them as well.
"Which reminds me, my Kyouichi," Touga added in a soft lull caressing Saionji's thigh with the hand that he previously been moving down his chest. "I had something to ask you."
Saionji squirmed frantically trying to get free of him as he did so.
"W-what?" he stammered out in a defeated voice confident he knew where this was going.
It almost made him cry, this endlessly trapped feeling. In addition to the keen sense that he was about to be used again. He couldn't escape it not even in the one place that he still naively hoped would someday provide solace: Touga's arms.
"C-can't you ask Utena whatever it is?" he added trying to affect annoyance. Instead his voice only reflected hurt and jealousy.
"No. It has to be you that I ask," Touga said firmly snaking both his arms around Saionji's to better keep him in place.
Saionji kept silent fighting off a desperate whimper caught in the back of his throat. He might not be able to remain arrogant and indifferent around Touga but that still didn't mean he would show weakness.
Touga stood up abruptly picking Saionji up in his arms as he did so. He smirked before setting Saionji on his feet.
He moved to smack Touga, but he pulled away and caught Saionji's hand instead.
Touga smiled and shook his head bemused. Saionji and Utena weren't so different at all, he thought.
"Come with me, darling and I'll tell you," he said gently pulling Saionji to him by the wrist. He leaned forward bringing Saionji's upturned palm to his lips, kissing it in soft tenderness.
Saionji's facade was torn open during the kiss showing a chasm of pain more deep than Touga had imagined. He hid a wince as Saionji snarled pulling his hand away as though stung by a wasp.
"Fine,'" Saionji said turning away to cradle his hand as though it was broken.
Touga stared at his hands as they moved to seek Saionji out by what he felt to be their own volition.
end part 1
