I thought that it was more appropriate if Fuuma and Kamui had a lemon scene instead of Seishirou and Subaru (is killed by SeiSub fans). I'll make a lemon for them too! Eventually…and in a different fic…Maybe…
I firmly believe that Kamui is a masochist and that he's asking for it. He really is. I actually find him very slutty in the series, practically throwing himself at every single guy around him—! (deep breath) Anyway.
And yes, I know Kamui being ambushed by Fuuma in an alley is cliché, but hey, sue me. And sex in an alley is kinda…I dunno…I'm not even sure if this is non-con. Maybe pseudo-non-con? Probably non-con…Don't ask. I'm not in my right frame of mind.
I can't believe I actually wrote 'manhood' XP [/offtopic
CHAPTER FOUR: DAMNATION
Kamui was walking home from school. Today, he had seen Fuuma; had watched as the older teen acted like a normal person with no inkling about the impending end of the world.
It had been hard meeting that warm brown gaze and acting like there was nothing wrong between them. Every time Fuuma smiled, Kamui remembered him smiling before piercing his hand with the holy sword. That was the hardest part; seeing Fuuma smile at him with all the affection and friendship, he felt shining in his eyes.
Noting that it was beginning to grow dark, Kamui began to walk faster, wanting to get home as soon as possible; Subaru was probably waiting for him. As he passed an alley between two seemingly abandoned buildings, hands suddenly shot out of the darkness, dragging him into the small space.
Strong hands pinned him to the wall of one building, making sure he couldn't move. Kamui looked up to see Fuuma smiling at him. "Hello, Kamui. What brings you to this part of town?"
Trying not to panic, Kamui forced himself to answer. "I'm on my way home, Fuuma. And I'm kind of in a hurry, so please let me go."
"But Kamui that would be no fun at all…" Fuuma whispered, leaning in closer to trace a path down Kamui's cheek with his tongue. The smaller teen whimpered softly at the feeling, hands coming up to clench the fabric of Fuuma's uniform. Kamui wanted to push him away and make a run for it but the other teen's weight and size made things look grim for any hope of escape.
"Kamui, I missed you," Fuuma said evenly. One hand released his shoulder and ruffled the smaller teen's hair absentmindedly. "I missed hearing you scream, watching you bleed, seeing tears flow down your cheeks."
Kamui's breath came in short gasps, still too frightened to move even if Fuuma's grip on him wasn't as tight as before. "Fuuma…let me go…" he managed to whimper.
"Kamui," Fuuma said patiently, his tone not unlike the tone of a mother who is scolding her child, "I've already told you that my letting you go would be no fun at all. We haven't seen each other for a long time and I really missed you. You wouldn't want to deprive me of this much-awaited reunion, now would you?"
The smaller teen was finding it increasingly difficult to think since Fuuma's free hand had somehow found its way beneath his uniform jacket and shirt and was now caressing his stomach. It was surprisingly gentle but Kamui knew that Fuuma could easily plunge his hand into his body and rip out his stomach or any other internal organ it encountered.
"I knew you would understand," the brown-eyed teen whispered, pressing his body against Kamui's, both hands now busy removing Kamui's uniform jacket.
"I've found new ways to make you hurt, Kamui," he said softly, lips moving against Kamui's neck. "Seishirou-san helped me."
His mauve eyes were filling with tears for some reason. Kamui tried to push Fuuma away but he didn't really have the heart to put up much of a fight. Somehow, being around Fuuma always made him weak, as if he relied on the brown-eyed teen to protect him and that when Fuuma was there, he didn't feel the need to be strong.
Hands began to undo his belt, leaving his jacket open. Kamui leant against the wall, still partially pinned against it by Fuuma's larger body. Fighting would lead to injuries and he still hadn't healed sufficiently since their last encounter. He was surprised when he was suddenly turned around, his cheek scraping against rough brick.
His lower half was totally exposed to the cold evening air, Fuuma's hands holding his hips. "Scream for me, Kamui," Fuuma whispered before ramming into him.
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The scream that ripped through the cold air made shivers of pleasure run down Fuuma's spine. His grin was feral as he waited a few moments before moving again. It wasn't so Kamui could adjust but because he wanted to savor the feel of being inside Kamui's tight ass. With a moan, he pulled out then slammed in again.
He noticed that Kamui was being quiet, his hands trying to find something to hold on the brick wall he had him pressed against. Even though he was holding nothing back, all that he could draw out from Kamui were whimpers and winces, no more screams. A bit annoyed that he wasn't getting the reaction he wanted, Fuuma reached up to hold Kamui's chin. He jerked the smaller teen back, exposing his neck. He bit down brutally, breaking through skin, and feeling hot blood rush into his mouth.
Kamui cried out, hands flying up to grip the strong hand that was holding his chin. For a few moments, he tried to get free but quickly settled down. He stood limply, half-leaning on Fuuma for support, blood running down the side of his neck and the back of his thighs. It was a shock to realize that Kamui was actually letting Fuuma have his way with him.
"What's wrong with you, Kamui?" Fuuma asked, more out of curiosity than worry.
"Don't…stop…Fuuma…"
Fuuma had to place his ear near Kamui's mouth to hear what the mauve-eyed teen whispered. He licked his bloodstained lips then the wound he had made on Kamui's neck. He smirked, eyes glinting. "If that's what you want."
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Somehow, it didn't really matter what happened to him. For some reason, he had lost the will to care anymore. What was the point? Fuuma was always going to be stronger than he was, always going to be better whatever happened. Resisting only made things worse; Fuuma would get angry and Kamui would get hurt. Nothing good came out of resistance so Kamui decided that he would just… go along with it.
The pain still elicited automatic responses though. Kamui cried out a few times and whimpered but he wouldn't scream. He lay limply in Fuuma arms, letting the older teen have his way with him. Blood began to run down his legs and Fuuma was still busy licking the side of his neck where the wound had stopped bleeding.
Kamui was surprised when he felt a hand snake down to his front, loosely cupping his manhood. Frantically, the mauve-eyed teen tried to stop Fuuma from stroking him, slowly making him hard. The larger teen squeezed Kamui's member in warning before whispering, "Little boys get rewards for being good." He ground his hips into Kamui's ass for emphasis, making the Seal gasp in pleasure as he hit his prostate.
In spite of himself, Kamui slowly grew hard. His hands flew to grasp Fuuma's wrist, trying to stop him but Fuuma merely shook them off before continuing in his ministrations. The smaller teen gasped and whimpered, burying his face into the crook of Fuuma's neck.
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The world had shrunk down to just the two of them in a dark alley. The cold air didn't bother him and he didn't worry about anything else besides the warm body pressed against him. Kamui was being very submissive and though it was initially annoying, he found a certain appeal upon seeing the mauve-eyed teen lying helplessly in his arms and mostly covered in his own blood.
A sudden rush of power flowed through him and with one final thrust, he came hard into Kamui's willing form. The smaller teen clamped down onto his neck, not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to leave a mark. Kamui came as well, his seed covering Fuuma's hand and splattering on the brick wall in front of them.
Fuuma pulled out of Kamui and let go of him. Without the larger teen's body as support, Kamui collapsed and lay panting on the ground. The backs of his legs were covered with blood and semen, crimson streaks were on his neck and uniform, and semen coated his front. Fuuma cleaned himself off using his handkerchief throwing the soiled cloth carelessly over his shoulder and fixed himself before kneeling down beside his spent twin star.
"You've been very good, Kamui," he said softly before kissing the younger teen's forehead.
Kamui merely lay there, seemingly broken. His eyes were filling with tears and Fuuma leant down to lick them, as usual. He was surprised when Kamui grabbed the front of his coat to pull him down for a kiss.
It was quick and chaste. And quite unexpected. When the small hands released him, Fuuma's face was blank but his mind was whirling. His hand closed around Kamui's throat on instinct but he didn't really do anything else, simply let his hand rest there.
"A very good boy," he said after a few more minutes. He helped Kamui stand up and using the mauve-eyed teen's uniform jacket and shirt, cleaned him up. He threw both of the dirty clothes deeper into the alley as well. As he watched Kamui shiver in the cold night air, he took off his leather coat and helped the smaller teen put it on.
Fuuma wasn't gentle; he was brisk and business-like. He didn't speak while he was going through the motions of helping Kamui and he silenced the other teen with a stern look whenever he tried to ask a question or say something.
He wasn't doing it because he cared for his twin star. Of course not. He was simply playing with Kamui's mind, making it even more difficult for the Seal to understand his motives. It was an attack on the psychological level and Fuuma enjoyed it almost as much as he enjoyed physically hurting Kamui.
Wordlessly, he picked up Kamui, carrying him bridal-style as he leapt up onto the roof of one of the buildings. Quickly, he made his way towards CLAMP, the night air slicing through his thin shirt but he simply ignored it and let Kamui keep the coat.
Fuuma dropped off the smaller teen at the entrance to the campus grounds and turned to leave when a small hand grabbed his wrist. He wanted to leave but his instinct to torture Kamui kicked in; he would stay only for a little while then leave, making sure to depart when Kamui was sufficiently emotionally unstable.
"I want to know," Kamui said softly, "if I was with Fuuma or with Kamui tonight."
Fuuma smiled though his twin star couldn't see it. "Maybe you were with a little bit of both."
He left.
