Chapter 4, YAY! How's everyone?
I hope you all had good weeks. Mine was pretty crazy! Work is busy busy busy right now PLUS I'm scrambling to finish my cosplay before Otakon (it's next week, can you believe it? I can't!) Is anyone going to be there? Let me know, I'd love to see you!
Anyway, this chapter is more fluff, but I like to think there's more substance behind the fluff here than in the last chapter. Funny story, actually: when I was writing the first draft of this by hand in a notebook I was on the bus and completely missed my stop because I was distracted by Kamui getting fucked senseless. You know, as you do. LOL. It's all for my Twin Star!
Right, let me shut up. Enjoy!
Kamui pulled the collar of Fuuma's old shirt away from his neck, feeling self-conscious. He stared at himself critically in his bathroom mirror grateful that the bruise on his neck was totally gone and he hadn't managed to get more. He'd seen Fuuma Sunday afternoon as usual, but had left only with more weed to sell. Fuuma had been between phone calls with that woman, Kanoe. He never said her name, but Kamui could tell who it was because of his tone: disbelieving, threatening and callus, and it sounded like nothing Kamui should be hearing.
He sighed heavily and finished getting ready, dragging his mind away from Fuuma. He was going to see Subaru, after all! Excitement sent soft jolts through his chest, although he'd be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. 'Keys, money, phone, sweet!' He thought, shoving them all in his bag. After putting on his hoodie and headphones, he was out the door.
It was another beautiful spring day. All the trees were beginning to bud and were covered by a soft green mist. They looked as though they were surrounded by the ghosts of their own leaves. Kamui paused, feeling the warm sun on his face, before walking up 1st Avenue and turning left of 14th Street. He passed a homeless man slumped against a building, his limbs stuck out at weird angles. 'On the nod,' Kamui thought at once, his insides squirming guiltily. This man wasn't his customer, but, the way he saw it, the only difference between him and the woman to whom he'd sold all those painkillers was economic class. Kamui left the man some money in the cup he kept next to him, then continued on his way.
At Union Square, Kamui joined the swelling crowd entering the subway, weaving in and out of people walking too slowly. He jumped on a 5 train and reclined against one of the hard, plastic seats, nerves fluttering inside him. He was excited to see Subaru again, excited to have all their interesting conversations face to face, but mostly to see him when he wasn't in some kind of emotional distress. Everything had seemed okay in all his recent messages, but Kamui had the impression that even if there were something going on, Subaru wouldn't say so. The last two times they'd happened on each other had been luck, and any barriers they'd crossed with each other had been accidents.
The train pulled into 86th Street and almost everyone got off. Kamui joined the crowd inching slowly up a narrow set of stairs, keeping close to the wall to avoid those unlucky people fighting their way down to the train. Finally he climbed up to the top floor, where what looked like a school group was clustered around the ticket machines. The kids were screaming, laughing and messing around while their teachers attempted to control them, looking increasingly distressed. Kamui swerved to avoid them and headed up out of the station. He remembered going on countless field trips to, it must be the Met or the Guggenheim, when he was in elementary school. His mother had always kept a photo of him in front of the Temple of Dendur with his first grade class.
Kamui passed two people conversing rapidly in an unfamiliar language and emerged onto 86th Street and Lexington Avenue. Once he got oriented, he headed west towards Park Avenue. The Upper East Side was warm, sunny and crowded with nannies, strollers and small children. He turned right to head uptown, anticipation growing.
Park Avenue was lined with huge, old-fashioned buildings, all with awnings over their entrances and doormen in suits. The wealth hiding behind the attractive, ornate edifices gave Kamui chills as he proceeded. A man in a maintenance uniform was spraying the sidewalk with a power washer, such a waste of water and energy. At 91st and Park, Kamui paused, feeling his nerves tauten. He wasn't sure of the exact address and didn't want to text Subaru in case he was still busy. He stood awkwardly on the corner, listening to his music and holding his phone tightly, waiting.
A soft breeze ruffled his hair and he looked up. A smile lit his face as he saw Subaru emerge from the nearest building. He exchanged a few words with the doorman before looking around, spotting Kamui and heading over to him. He too was smiling, though he looked rather flustered. "Hi!" Kamui exclaimed, taking off his headphones and putting them in his bag with his phone. He was unsure how to greet Subaru. A hug? A handshake? Subaru seemed to debate the same thing, but decided to continue the conversation to cover the moment.
"Did I keep you waiting long?" He asked, eyes widening anxiously.
"Nah, I just got here. Um," Kamui paused, shyness suddenly erupting in his chest as he looked at Subaru, but he recovered himself. "Sorry, I just woke up, what do you want to do?" Subaru smiled nervously, hands in the pockets of his coat.
"I don't mind, um, do you want to get coffee or something?"
"Yeah! I just don't know this area well because I'm never up here. Oh but there's this place across town that's really nice, we could walk through the park!" Kamui said all of this very fast and cringed inwardly. At least when he was working he was smooth, what the fuck. Subaru smiled encouragingly, though he still felt rather flustered.
"Okay! Which park, Central Park?" Kamui raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah, dude, haven't you been there yet?" Subaru shook his head, feeling rather stupid, and Kamui's eyes widened incredulously.
"Come on," he said, starting to walk. "This is happening." Subaru laughed and followed Kamui across Park Avenue, his energy irresistible. "How long have you been here?" Kamui asked, curiously. They paused for a moment so that Subaru could light a cigarette.
"Since January." He took a deep inhale, immediately feeling more at ease.
"Ahh okay, so not long," Kamui conceded. They crossed Madison Avenue, lined with high-end children's clothing stores. "How many cigarettes do you smoke a day?" He asked, curiously. Subaru thought for a second.
"It depends," he replied, exhaling smoke. "I can put it out if it bothers you," he added, hurriedly, but Kamui shook his head.
"Nah, don't worry about it."
"It helps me with my onmyoji work," Subaru continued, sheepishly. Kamui refrained from sighing with difficulty: he knew a lot of people who swore that marijuana, cocaine or alcohol made them better at their jobs. Out loud though, he said,
"My vice is coffee, so I can't judge." Subaru appreciated the attempted solidarity and smiled at Kamui, who smiled back. "What were you doing up here, anyway?"
"Just a house blessing," Subaru replied, shrugging. "For someone from the party-" he stopped talking abruptly, smoking. Memories filled the space between them: they hadn't talked about that night at all over text.
"Um," Kamui began, hesitantly, watching Subaru smoking, both of them rather pink in the face. "I know it's none of my business, but, is everything okay? With you and your boyfriend?" Subaru didn't answer at once. He'd spent all weekend in bed with Seishiro, which was as close as he'd get to an explicit statement of forgiveness for their argument. He was still working his long, grueling hours, but at least when he got home he was in a good mood. It would have been awful if the week leading up to his departure had been tense and angry, but, for now at least, Subaru felt okay.
"Yes, everything's fine, don't worry," he assured Kamui, appreciating his concern.
"You seem better," Kamui observed, deciding not to comment on Subaru's blush or pleased expression. They didn't know each other well enough, and truthfully he didn't like to think about it. They turned right on 5th Avenue and paused outside a park entrance so Subaru could finish his cigarette. "What do you do during a house blessing?"
"It depends," Subaru said, exhaling and stubbing out his cigarette on the lid of a metal trashcan before throwing the butt away. "This one was simple; I just lit incense and chanted protection mantras."
"Oh yeah, so basic," Kamui replied sarcastically, though his face was alight with curiosity. Subaru rolled his eyes, despite being flattered by Kamui's interest.
"Well, people here don't want anything too complicated! And I don't want anyone messing around with magic they don't understand." Kamui nodded. They entered Central Park and followed a dirt path lined with trees also surrounded in green mist. The weak sun was warm overhead, but all the lawns were still roped off and covered in grass seed: early spring.
"I don't think people would take onmyo magic as seriously here," Kamui started to say, "I mean, they probably think 'oh it's Buddhism! It's all loving kindness, it's all good!'" Subaru sighed heavily, feeling incredibly validated.
"To be honest, there were people like that in Tokyo too. They were always the ones who would use spells incorrectly and it would end up a total mess."
"Oh word I bet!" They continued along their path, passing people in exercise clothes walking their dogs and taking photos. "Do you also get people who are the opposite?" Kamui asked after a few minutes.
"How so?"
"Like… they think there's something supernatural going on but really they're just crazy?" Subaru sighed a little sadly, thinking of last week's case.
"Certainly, but with supernatural phenomena, the more you believe in them the more real they get. So if you believe your apartment is haunted, it will seem that way." Kamui nodded thoughtfully.
"So it's like pain?"
"What?" They looked each other in the face, and Kamui noticed just how green Subaru's eyes looked in the sunlight.
"Well," he said, a soft breeze ruffling his hair and a flush creeping up his neck. "With pain, even if there's nothing physical going on, it'll still hurt." Subaru held his gaze thoughtfully. "And if you ignore pain that's real it'll always bite you in the ass," he added, and Subaru laughed.
"I never thought about that but it makes sense, especially with curses…" He continued to look thoughtful. "That's an interesting comparison." He wondered whether Kamui was used to pain. It felt like he saw a different side to him every time they met, and just then-
"I just see a lot of people trying to treat pain I don't think exists," Kamui said, shrugging, and understanding blazed in Subaru's mind.
"I suppose you would, wouldn't you?" He said, slowly. He could feel Kamui's real concern for those people under his flippant tone, but said nothing about it. Yes, he definitely felt something weird…
"Speaking of curses, you never told me about Thursday night!"
"What? Oh right!" Kamui laughed.
"Way to pay attention," he teased, making Subaru blush.
"I'm sorry, I'm all over the place," he muttered, echoing Seishiro's words in spite of himself. Looking mortified, Kamui reached out and touched his arm without really meaning to.
"It's okay, I was just messing with you!" He said, earnestly, terrified he'd upset him. Subaru looked back at him, a little unnerved by his worry.
"It's okay," he said, bemused. Kamui withdrew his hand, looking embarrassed. "My sister always calls me a space cadet," Subaru continued. Kamui smiled.
"You can be up in space, I don't mind." Subaru laughed, again appreciating the solidarity. "Seriously though, was the apartment actually haunted or were the upstairs neighbors being loud for no reason?" Subaru laughed softly at Kamui's eager face.
"It wasn't haunted, no, but there was a lot of residual anger."
"Residual anger?" Kamui asked, raising his eyebrows. Subaru nodded seriously.
"Strong emotions always leave traces." Kamui nodded too, listening intently.
As planned, the superintendent had met Subaru at the front door of the building at 2:30 in the morning, then led him up to the supposedly haunted apartment. The building didn't seem to hold anything truly malevolent, but Subaru was still cautious. The super unlocked the door, and Subaru thanked him and told him to wait outside before walking slowly into the apartment. He took a meditation posture and began to chant. "On sanmaji hando-mei kiriku. On sanmaji hando-mei kiriku. On sanmaji hando-mei kiriku." Over and over, moving deeper into a meditative state, until suddenly a scream of fury echoed through the apartment. Subaru's eyes flew open and he felt the wave of emotion like a punch to the gut. He sprang to his feet, whipped out his ofuda and followed the trail of rage and sadness to what must have been a bedroom.
YOU'RE DISGUSTING! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!
YOUR HOUSE?! I PAY ALL OF THE RENT, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT! YOU'RE AS BAD AS YOUR FATHER!
A crash sounded suddenly and Subaru was almost knocked off his feet, but he maintained composure, breath calm, eyes focused. "Ha!" He shouted, throwing an ofuda towards the voices. It stuck in midair and the room was ablaze in blue white light. Subaru saw, clear as day, a man and woman up in each other's faces, screaming, before the figures melted grotesquely into the brightness, and the light was gone. Subaru sank to his knees, breathing heavily, but satisfied everything was taken care of.
"Imagine being that angry at the person you love," Subaru finished, eyes alive with a deep sadness. Kamui had been about to exclaim in wonder at the story, but felt struck dumb by Subaru's words. His own heart swelled at how intensely Subaru felt for those people; his empathy and compassion were almost overwhelming. He wondered if his problems with his boyfriend had made him more receptive, if he ever got that angry with him. "Sorry," he said, sheepishly.
"Huh? What for?"
"I, did I say too much?" Kamui shook his head firmly.
"No way! It's just," he paused, struggling with what to say. "You just, really give a fuck, it's pretty awesome." Subaru burst out laughing and Kamui's heart sped up alarmingly.
"You think so?" Subaru asked, casting him a furtive look. Kamui nodded. "Thank you," Subaru said, and he meant it, feeling Kamui's strange but sincere complement nestle into his chest.
They had reached the other side of the park, lined with more huge old-fashioned buildings with ornately carved facades. Although they were similar to those across town, this grandeur had a different flavor. They crossed Central Park West and headed along 96th Street. "So what about you?" Subaru asked, after a few minutes. "I feel bad I've been talking this whole time, how was your weekend?" Kamui laughed appreciatively.
"I'm always down to hear you talk!" Subaru's eyes widened.
"Oh no, you'll get sick of me!"
"Bullshit." They looked at each other for a second, then turned away, laughing quietly.
"Really, though," Subaru persisted, his face warm. "How was your weekend?" Kamui shrugged theatrically, also slightly flushed.
"It was whatever, just work. Well, no, Friday was fun because I saw my friends," he corrected himself.
"I loved the pictures you sent me," Subaru told him, the heat in his face intensifying. "I'm sorry I couldn't be there…" Kamui waved the words aside as they crossed Columbus Avenue.
"Here we are, this place," Kamui said, indicating a small café. It was warm, with wood paneled walls, subway tiles and soft lighting. All around them people sat alone or in pairs, reading, talking or working. "Go steal that table," Kamui told Subaru, eyeing one in the far corner. "What do you want?"
"What? No no, let-"
"I'll get coffee, you get the table," Kamui said, in such a firm tone there was no contradicting it.
"Just regular coffee is fine," Subaru sighed, defeated.
"How do you take it?"
"Black."
"I thought so." Kamui flashed him one last smile, which Subaru returned before walking over to the table for two by the window. He took off his coat, hung it carefully on the back of his chair and sat down, watching Kamui across the room. He looked so much younger in his slim fitting jeans and hoodie than he had done at the party, though no less beautiful. His shiny black hair caught the light as he threw his head back, laughing at something the barista had said. He stuck a dollar in their tip jar and walked back over, carrying two cups on saucers with the utmost concentration. Subaru smiled affectionately as he placed one cup in front of him.
"Thank you," he said, quietly. "I'll get yours next time."
"Next time?" Kamui repeated, sounding excited.
"If that's okay!" Subaru added, eyes widening.
"Of course it is," Kamui assured him, his own eyes very bright, feeling the "next time" reverberate in his chest. They smiled at each other, continuing their conversation, trading stories. Kamui learned that Subaru was born in Kyoto, but lived most of his life in Tokyo with his twin sister, Hokuto, and their grandmother. Subaru learned that Kamui had grown up in the city, though his mother was originally from Tokyo, and she had travelled a lot for her job as a journalist.
"What type of journalist?" Subaru asked, curiously.
"She did everything, but mostly investigative work," Kamui replied, slowly, sipping coffee. Subaru noticed the past tense, but didn't say anything. Kamui swallowed. "She had all kinds of sources and weird people, it was sus as fuck, but she kept me well out of it. It was cool, but, also scary." Subaru nodded, that same weird feeling from the park back in full force.
"I can imagine." Kamui held his cup in both hands. He didn't often talk about his mother, but, it wasn't as painful with Subaru. He was so empathic; it wasn't scary to tell him things. He took a deep breath.
"She was killed two years ago, working overseas. I was twenty one," he said, almost challengingly. Subaru's eyes widened and his hands flew to his mouth.
"I'm so sorry!" He exclaimed, through his fingers, feeling Kamui's pain acutely in his own heart.
"Thank you," Kamui replied, aware of how genuine Subaru's sympathy was. He smiled sadly across the table, still gripping his cup, trying to convey his gratitude without words. Subaru returned the smile, aware Kamui didn't want to say anything else, or maybe couldn't.
"Is your father still with us?" Subaru asked, swallowing the sudden burning in his throat.
"I have no fucking idea," Kamui said, bluntly. "I never knew my dad, and my mom never talked about him." Subaru noted that this didn't cause Kamui any pain, or at least any recent pain. "All I've got is his last name, supposedly, but it's whatever. My mom's best friend, my Aunt Saya, lived across the hall from us with her daughter, so it was like having two parents anyway. I used to stay with her when my mom was away." Subaru smiled, listening eagerly. Truthfully, he found Kamui fascinating. It was like when he'd first met Seishiro, except that he'd come off as so mysterious and alluring, even now Subaru felt in the dark sometimes. Kamui was alluring too, but for the exact opposite reasons: he was open, honest, and genuinely interested in what was going on around him. There was a power in that, Subaru thought, and he felt totally unafraid of being drawn in further. Outside, the sun began to sink low in the sky, gilding everything in soft orange gold light.
"I should probably head home," Subaru said, regretfully, checking the time on his phone. Kamui looked at him reproachfully, though he understood.
"That's cool. What train do you need?"
"The 1."
"Oh word that's easy." Kamui stretched his arms above his head, pulling his shirt up and revealing pale skin and hipbones. "You're in the Financial District, right?" Subaru's eyes snapped up to Kamui's face.
"Yes, by the Freedom Tower." Kamui held his gaze, his expression softening.
"That must suck, with your powers," he said, sounding concerned. Subaru nodded, shuddering slightly.
"It does, I mean," his tone shifted. "Our building is very nice, and I put protection wards up in our apartment. Seishiro tells me it's weird, but he lets me do it, so…" Kamui blinked, but smiled.
"I'm glad," he said, kindly, wondering contemptuously why Subaru's boyfriend would say such things. "Should we head out?" Subaru nodded, still feeling regretful. Kamui stood up, picked up their empty cups and placed them in the bus bucket across the room. Subaru stood up too, putting on his coat and checking his phone again, though if there wasn't anything from Seishiro a minute ago, there probably wouldn't be anything now. "Ready?" Kamui asked when he returned, putting on his hoodie and picking up his bag. Subaru nodded and they headed out the door.
"What train are you taking?" Subaru asked, shivering slightly in the cool evening air.
"Same as you!" Kamui replied, grinning, and they headed west.
"Are you close by me?" Subaru asked, surprised.
"Not at all, I'm on 7th Street and 1st Ave, way the other side of town. I can show you, though, next time." Now the "next time" was reverberating in Subaru's chest. "Speaking of," Kamui said, sounding as if he were gathering his courage. "What are you doing Saturday?" Subaru took a deep breath, heart beating nervously.
"Nothing, unless work comes up, why?"
"My friends and I were all gonna chill and have dinner and play Mario Kart, and they told me to bring you." Subaru raised his eyebrows.
"They told you?" He asked, though he was smiling. His heart beat faster as he thought of Kamui telling his friends about him.
"Well my one friend, Yuzuriha, and I have a score to settle and I want witnesses."
"This sounds serious!" Kamui nodded gravely.
"Dude it's Mario Kart, you gotta check your friendship at the door." Subaru burst out laughing, and Kamui felt his heart swell.
"I'm terrible at literally all videogames, but if you just need me to watch…" Kamui inhaled sharply, his face glowing.
"You'll come?" Subaru bit his lip, but truthfully he had no real reason to say no, and he was having such a good time with Kamui…
"I'll come."
"Fuck yes!" They entered the train station at 96th Street, the same one where Subaru and Seishiro had waited for the train after that party. Now, though, Subaru was going home after a fun day out with a friend he was liking more and more every second, and they were going to hang out on the weekend, and he wouldn't just be stuck in his apartment waiting for Seishiro to come home… "Do you want me to pick you up on Saturday? We'll be on Roosevelt Island again and it's a pain in the ass to get to."
"That'd be awesome, if it's not totally out of your way."
"Not at all!" The 1 train rattled into the station and people rushed out of it in an attempt to catch the 3 train across the platform. Subaru and Kamui stepped onto the 1 and chose seats in the corner. Around them, groups of students made noise and commuters stared dispassionately at their cellphones. "Just text me your address when we get service again," Kamui said, suddenly. "If you tell me now I won't remember."
"I'm the same way," Subaru replied, thinking again of Seishiro's words, even though Kamui didn't seem to mind. Out of nowhere he wondered if he should tell Seishiro about his plans with Kamui. He hadn't told him about today, yet, and honestly wasn't sure if he would. His faith in their relationship had been restored by their weekend of almost constant love making, but Seishiro was always unpredictable, and it would be so much easier if he left for Tokyo while they were on good terms…
"Are you okay?" Kamui asked, quietly, holding his bag tight to his chest.
"Yes of course! Sorry," he said, shaking his head. "Just, thinking about Seishiro leaving." Kamui groaned sympathetically.
"When does he leave?" Subaru sighed.
"Thursday. He won't be gone long, but…"
"You'll miss him, though." Subaru nodded. The train continued downtown, emptying and filling.
"I hope this isn't rude to ask, but, are you seeing anyone?" Subaru asked, a little awkwardly. Kamui breathed in slowly, thinking about how to answer.
"I mean," he began, just as awkwardly. "I don't have a boyfriend or girlfriend, if that's what you mean."
"But you have something else?" Subaru asked, curiously. The train paused between 34th and 28th Street because of "stop signals." Kamui looked Subaru in the face, noticing his eyes were still pretty even in the ugly orange light of the 1 train.
"You could say that." Subaru tilted his head to the side, and Kamui continued, evasively, "I'd miss him if he left for Tokyo for a week." Subaru smiled, but didn't ask anything else. Kamui decided not to add that what he'd miss most about Fuuma in that situation was how good he was in bed. "Honestly I have no idea what I'm doing, I just like hot interesting people." Subaru laughed, and Kamui's heart throbbed in his chest. "I had an awesome time with you today," Kamui said as they pulled into 18th Street.
"Me too," Subaru said, well aware of how true it was.
"The next stop is mine," Kamui said, regretfully.
"It's okay, we're hanging out Saturday, right?" Kamui loved hearing Subaru be playful and relaxed, hearing him laugh. He nodded, grinning.
"Just text me your address and I'll let you know what time I'm getting you." The train inched its way into 14th Street and Kamui stood up, swinging his bag over his shoulder. "I'll see you later!" Again, there was the awkwardness of how to say goodbye, but Kamui just waved over his shoulder as he left the train. Subaru watched him return his headphones to his ears and disappear into the swelling crowds, affection lapping in his chest. Subaru retrieved his own cellphone and preemptively typed out his address to send when he was back above ground. He reclined against the plastic seat, happily anticipating the weekend. As Subaru left the train at Rector Street, he felt his phone go off and saw a text from Seishiro.
"I'm coming home early and bringing dinner, see you in an hour" A smile broke out across Subaru's face. Seishiro's good mood was persisting and he was seeing Kamui this weekend. At least for now, things really were okay!
The rest of the week seemed to blur together after that. Kamui sold all of his remaining weed at a party he was randomly invited to (it was spring break for both NYU and The New School) and needed to get more. "You're so good," Fuuma told him as they stood in his living room, and Kamui felt the praise in his entire body.
"I try," he replied, shrugging. He couldn't remember exactly how the conversation had gone after that, but… "Oh fuck!" He moaned, throwing his head back in ecstasy, digging his fingernails into Fuuma's shoulders. They were on his couch, Kamui straddling his hips and riding his erection in hard, intense thrusts.
"You love this, don't you? Fuuma asked in a low voice, his expression a lustful sneer and his composure absolute. Kamui gasped, the question pulsing through him, making him blush and shudder.
"Y-yes!" He moaned, locking eyes with Fuuma, who grabbed onto his ass almost painfully hard.
"You love my dick inside you?" He asked, voice lowering still further, thrusting his hips up sharply to illustrate the point. Kamui cried out, a spasm of pleasure shocking his body. His hands shook, but he held tight to Fuuma's shoulders, trying to stay focused. He swallowed, then nodded, his face hot with his blush.
"Yes!" Fuuma's lip curled as he brought his hand around and took hold of Kamui's erection. Kamui let out another ecstatic moan, desperate for more.
"You think about me fucking you when you do this yourself?" Fuuma breathed, stroking him. Kamui moaned even harder, the question hitting him like a lightning strike. He shut his eyes tight, his entire body shaking, his orgasm so close…! Then Fuuma took his hand away. He held Kamui's ass firm, keeping him in place, as he cried out in frustration. He tried to keep moving, but Fuuma dug his fingernails into the soft skin, smiling. "Answer me," he said, eyes flashing as they locked with Kamui's. A violent shiver ran through Kamui's body, but he glared back at Fuuma defiantly.
"Yes!" He said, trying and failing to sound unabashed. Fuuma's eyes narrowed.
"Show me."
"What?"
"Show me," Fuuma repeated, eyes darting to Kamui's erection, then back up to his face. Kamui's mouth fell open in a soft gasp, but any embarrassment he might have felt was no match for Fuuma's pull. He swallowed, but reached between them and took hold of his erection. He shut his eyes tight as he pleased himself, moaning at the rush he got from the wanton exhibitionism. Fuuma groaned appreciatively, and Kamui opened his eyes, smiling down at him. He felt powerful as he sped up his strokes, Fuuma's burning gaze feeding his arousal. "Come," Fuuma commanded, holding painfully tight to Kamui. The order alone was enough: every muscle in Kamui's body tensed up, then released all at once as he came all over his hand, groaning and gasping. Fuuma smiled in satisfaction as he watched Kamui's chest heave, pleasure pulsing through his body. He grabbed the back of Kamui's head and pulled him into a kiss, and he moaned even more, feeling swept away.
Then, out of nowhere, Fuuma wrapped his arms around Kamui and slammed him down onto the couch. He cried out in surprise as Fuuma pulled out of their kiss. He smirked down at Kamui before straightening up, pulling out and thrusting back, deep and hard, inside him. Kamui moaned at the force, and even though he was more than spent, it felt absolutely amazing. He groaned with each successive thrust, feeling Fuuma's hands pressing him down, his intensity, his pull, until he came with a low, guttural moan. He paused, eyes closed, deeply satisfied, before pulling out and relaxing against the couch. Kamui gasped softly but remained still, breathing, watching and waiting. Fuuma peeled off the condom he'd been wearing and stood up, apparently looking for his cellphone. Kamui swallowed, emptiness already spreading from his erection to his heart.
The morning of Seishiro's departure, Subaru got up at the crack of dawn to say goodbye. He made him coffee, trying to impart as much love as he could into the act. His chest ached and his throat burned, but they'd been apart before, and the last few days had been so good, and Seishiro would be back in time for them to celebrate his birthday together- "Subaru?"
"Yes? Sorry…" Seishiro smiled impassively and sipped from his mug.
"Be good while I'm gone," he said, softly.
"I will," Subaru assured him.
"I hope so." He drank more coffee, eyes still on Subaru, who swallowed before taking a bold step forward and kissing him tenderly on the lips. Seishiro emptied his mug into the sink, then, quick as a flash, lifted Subaru up onto the kitchen counter, kissing him violently. Subaru cried out in surprise, but wrapped his arms and legs around Seishiro, chest heaving with emotion. He moaned, gripping the back of Seishiro's shirt and- the intercom next to their door buzzed loudly, making Subaru jump. Seishiro cast the intercom a cold look and Subaru let go of him, arms and legs falling limply. Seishiro's lip curled as he picked up the receiver. "Yes? Right, thank you." He hung up and returned to Subaru, placing his hands on the counter on either side of him. "My car is here."
"I know," Subaru whispered. Seishiro's eyes glittered.
"I love you."
"I love you too." Seishiro kissed Subaru and pulled away very slowly, exhaling against his lips. Subaru wanted to grab onto him, pull him close, but Seishiro reached between them and grabbed his erection through his pants, distracting him completely. Subaru gasped, stomach muscles pulling in and up.
"Take care of this yourself," he breathed.
"Right now?"
"Obviously not, send me a video."
"S-seishiro!" But he withdrew, stepped into the hallway and picked up his suitcase.
"Bye, Subaru." And with that, he was gone. Subaru watched the door shut behind him, the crash echoing in the emptiness. Subaru stared at the door blankly, his body aroused, heart sad and mind mortified. The minutes dragged by, but Subaru remained perched on the kitchen counter, staring at the closed door. Finally, he slid off onto the floor, washed Seishiro's mug and put it back in its cabinet before returning to their bedroom.
He lay down on the bed and picked up his cellphone from the bedside table. Holding it in one hand, he opened the camera. With the other, he pulled up his shirt, then reached into his pants, making himself hard again. He pressed record, then looked away, pleasing himself in fast, deliberate strokes. He moaned softly, forcing himself to think of Seishiro watching this, the way Seishiro looked when he was turned on, Seishiro's desire for him…
Subaru's face grew hot and his legs started to shake. He opened his eyes a millimeter to make sure everything was in frame, then snapped them closed. He'd done this over Facetime and Skype before, of course, but he never liked watching. Subaru thrust his hips up into his hand, moaning as the pressure built, speeding up his strokes. "Seishiro!" He gasped, then, with one last soft groan, Subaru came all over his hand and his belly. He shivered and gasped, collecting himself. He stopped recording, dropped his phone on the bed next to him and stared blankly at his other hand as he had at the door. He flexed his fingers, feeling a sense of ill usage creep into his body, or was that just loneliness?
Subaru yawned and decided he was too tired to think about it too much. He got up to go rinse off, hoping he'd be able to go back to sleep.
See? It's building, I swear! Next week's chapter is going to be... interesting. See you then!
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