Kamui laid in Fuuma's arms, right on the edge of sleep, his eyes, closing under the weight of the sand man's magic. He listened to the vibrating hum of his partners breathing, and the low rising and falling of the man's chest comforted him. He didn't want to sleep yet; the day had been perfect, and if he slept now, it would be over. He didn't want it to end. Fuuma rubbed the boy's back gently, softly, and the feeling itself was like a lullaby. Kamui took in his scent, and he moaned as it entered the deep crevices of his lungs.

"Kamui, go to sleep…" Fuuma insisted, his voice sounding gentle and soft to the boy's ears. Kamui sat up and rested his head on the elder's shoulder. He let out a soft hum, and he kissed the man on the cheek.

"Don't leave, okay?" he whispered, the sleep winning over his will. Fuuma chuckled, and his chest vibrated softly. He nodded, hugging the youth close to chest, kissing his forehead.

"I love you…" he said. Kamui was too tired to answer, although the man already knew his reply. And he had always loved him, hadn't he? Even though he refused to admit it at times, he had never brought himself to tell Fuuma he hated him; the moment he saw him he knew that he was going to be a big part of his life; at the time, he didn't know whether that was a good or bad thing, but he knew for certain that it was true. Everything he ever wanted was in Fuuma; every desire his mind had ever conceived was reflected in the man.

He remembered the first time he met Fuuma too- that memory was all too clear. It wasn't how Kamui would have wanted it to go, bvut he was glad that it had happened.

There he was. The face of the enemy; just as the people of the Tocho had described. He was handsome, the boy had to admit, but the devil is not an ugly being. Kamui knew that much, at least. His dark hair, pale skin and porcelain features were all too seductive; the hard length of Kamui's sex was throbbing by just the thought. But there was no time for that now; he was in the middle of a battle, there was no time or place to satisfy his erotic needs. He could do that later. The boy clamed himself as the man came closer, that smile never moving. Kamui let out a low hiss that sent vibrations through his whole body.

"So you are their new ally? You don't seem like much…" he man said, but he soon regretted it as a stabbing pain twisted into his stomach, causing him to recoil. The youth had kicked the elder in the stomach; a hard blow, even harder as he twisted his foot into the man's torso. Fuuma feel to the ground, swiftly pulling out a gun and aiming it at the boy. Kamui had darted toward him just in time, ripping the weapon from the leader's grip and tossing it away. The Tocho building was all too quiet; the rest of the battle had been slowly moved to the outside world. They were alone.

Fuuma coughed up a swallow of blood, and it dripped off his chin; Kamui's senses went wild, but he didn't dare show it. The man couldn't move; he was all too injured. Kamui knew this, but he wasn't about to let that man get anywhere near Subaru. He sat down in front of his enemy, watching him intently, ready to strike at any moment.

"So this is how it's going to be? Quite harsh, don't you think?" the elder asked, cocking his head to one side. "What was your name again? I heard it being called out to you before… Kamui wasn't it?" he asked, smiling. Under his cloak, Kamui was try to hide his erotic excitement from the man. He was all too seductive indeed. The boy was able to shake it off before he could notice, though. "My name is Fuuma," the man said, his dark eyes shining in the low light of the government building. Kamui looked over at the bag that was placed beside the man and snatched it away to investigate; he needed to get his mind off of his… needs, as he would call it. What he found wasn't all that exciting, as he had hoped; a few pencils, some gum, whisky, bullets, wet-wipes, bandages, disinfectant, an a bottle of water; all of which the boy took, except for the water. There wasn't much left anyway. Kamui threw the bag back at the man, stuffing the rest into the inside pockets of his cloak.

"So you're going to steal from me? Well that's not very nice…" he said, and Kamui got rather annoyed by the laughter in his voice.

"Shut up, will you? You're giving me a head ache…" he growled, his voice in a rather low monotone; Fuuma liked that. Just as he was about to comment again, a bugle sounded, and Fuuma managed to haul himself before the tune was finished.

"Well, this was fun, but I have to go now. I'll see you later… Kamui." He whispered, running out into the rain as he pulled the hood of his jacket up. Kamui watched him disappear into the thunder of the night.

Kamui thought for a moment, a smile unknowingly crossing his tired face. He thought back to the First time he and Fuuma had shared their first kiss. He had also wished that had gone differently, but, yet again, things wouldn't be the same if they had gone another way.

He was back. That man; Fuuma. Kamui hated that man. He hated him so much. The night was crisp as he watched the human approach the rock on which he sat upon. They way he walked made this jacket swish from side to side. Kamui hissed under his breath as the man veered closer, almost in a drunken manner.

"Hello Kamui." He said, smiling in that way that made Kamui's organ throb.

"What do you want Fuuma? I'm in the middle of something." He groaned, shooting a dirty look toward the man.

"I can see that. What are you doing? Thinking? Yeah right, Kamui." He chuckled, sitting next to the boy, just enough so the youth couldn't reach him. He stared at his young beauty; the boy had an unearthly attractiveness to him; it was almost unnatural. The man scooted closer, and when the youth didn't seem to mind, he scooted closer to him even still. Kamui stopped him with a low growl before he could come too close though. "Alright, alright, I'll keep my distance." He said. The area around them darkened as a herd of clouds blanketed over the moon. Fuuma was able to wedge himself closer to the teen in that moment without him realizing it.

"Watch it Fuuma…" he hissed unpleasantly. Fuuma laughed slightly, staring at the youth. The boy's eyes flicked over to the man and without realizing it himself, his angry look had softened. Fuuma reached out slowly toward him, inching closer and closer, as if trying to pet a lion; Kamui didn't say anything, so the man placed his hand on the youth's cheek. The skin was soft, but the muscles under it were as hard as rock. He rubbed his thumb onto the boy's skin in an intimate manner, moving the pads of his fingers to his lips; they were even softer than the skin. Fuuma leaned forward after a moment, slowly, trying not to make the youth angry in any way, and he kissed the boy on the lips in the softest way he could. Kamui didn't pull back, and he allowed the man to kiss him, until he became engaged as well. Rather hungry from both sides, but Kamui was more beastly than the man; this surprised Fuuma for some reason. Kamui pulled away, his face angry.

The boy pushed the man away, disappearing into the night. Fuuma didn't move though; he hoped that the boy would soon return.

Kamui wished that he could relive that moment; to change the way he had acted. Fuuma had fallen asleep long ago, and Kamui ran a hand over his chest. "I love you…" he whispered, falling into sleep as well. "Will you still love me in the morning?"

-A/N-

Ah, yet another one of my K/F stories. best pairing ever. Do you want it to continue? i was going to have a big surprise at the end, but I want to know if you want it to continue. Will you? leave a review please and tell me how you liked it. thanks to Fascen, who i owe so much, I decided to write this. I am back on the job, since it's been a year sinc ei've been on here. XD LOL hope you liked it.