WARNING!!! WARNING WARNING WARNING!! THIS PART CONTAINS ADULT MATERIAL!! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!! OR IF YOU DO, DON'T COME CRYING TO ME!!! Eheh.
Part Nine
Due to the fact that Seishirou had to make up for missing a day's work, and the fact that he'd been neglecting the Tree lately and it started to make him pay for it by working long nights, Seishirou's visits over the next few days were brief and uninteresting. Subaru wanted to cry.
The doctors insisted on keeping him in the hospital well past when his shoulder was mostly healed. They were worried that he might relapse, since they never figured out what had caused the coma, and Subaru couldn't exactly tell them he was vacationing at the oceanside with a friend.
Johnny came in the next day and promptly ripped Subaru's head off. Subaru just sat there cringing through the entire thing, then offered a hesitant apology. Johnny replied to that with "Don't apologize for something you're not sorry for."
Subaru just shrugged. It was almost two weeks before he got home. He still had to be careful with his arm, but had regained most of his ability to move it. He spent the first week at home moping, doing absolutely nothing to attempt to gain Seishirou's 'affection.' He didn't even cook. Seishirou, for his part, was concerned. Subaru was hard to deal with when he got into a funk.
Maybe I could just give him a little encouragement, Seishirou thought. Then again, if I do that, I'm doing exactly what I got mad at him for: leading him on. That's unacceptable.
At this point, his inner voice piped up, it's all or nothing. Either get over yourself and admit you're in love with him, or . . . never mind, there is no 'or.' Just get over yourself and admit you're in love with him.
He sighed slightly, looking out over Tokyo. Subaru was reading on the sofa, or at least pretending to read.
I don't know how to tell him, he thought. It goes against everything I am.
It had happened nonetheless.
Seishirou smiled wistfully. You were right all along, Subaru-kun . . . I made this bet because I wanted to lose. I wanted you to prove me wrong. I wanted you to make me feel. And you won.
His smile widened. And so did I.
"Subaru-kun . . ."
"Nani?" Subaru glanced up from the book he had been staring at, lost in his own thoughts.
Seishirou walked over, sitting down on the sofa next to him. "You risked your life to make me love you."
"Yes." Subaru looked down. Other than that first day in the hospital, this was the only time they had talked about it.
"I mean that much to you?" Seishirou asked quietly.
"Yes," Subaru repeated, his voice only a breath, the thinnest of whispers.
"Why?" Seishirou asked.
"Because . . . I love you."
"Is that what love is?" Seishirou asked curiously, taking off his sunglasses and putting them on the endtable. "When the other person means . . . everything to you?"
"Yes," Subaru said for the third time. "That's part of what love is."
Seishirou thought about this for a second. When I wake up in the morning, I look forward to seeing . . . him. I think about him all the time. I want . . . I want to make him happy. Seishirou tried to wrap his mind around this strange series of thoughts and couldn't. He's the only thing in my life that holds any importance to me.
He is . . . everything.
"Subaru-kun . . ."
"I'm sorry," Subaru suddenly blurted, eyes glued to the floor. "I know it was wrong of me to try to make me love you. I should have seen you for what you were, and given up. But I couldn't . . . I just . . . couldn't . . . let you go . . ."
"Is that what you think of me?" Seishirou asked, surprised and a little bit angry. "As what I am?"
Subaru looked up at him with horribly wounded eyes and whispered, "You've never given me reason to think differently . . ."
Seishirou thought back on that and realized that the Sumeragi was right. When, in the months that Subaru had lived with him, had he ever given the younger man any encouragement at all, except that one night on the sofa?
"I'm sorry," he heard himself say.
Subaru blinked. "You're what?"
Seishirou closed his eyes and gave up. "Subaru-kun . . . I lost."
He heard Subaru's sharp intake of breath, then nothing.
"I've known for weeks now . . . before you even got hurt. You didn't have to do that . . . or maybe you did, so I would admit it. But I lost. I feel. I care." He raised his eyes to Subaru's. "And I'm glad."
"You . . ." Subaru raised one hand to his mouth and let out a strangled whimper. Then, before Seishirou had even entirely realized what he'd just said, Subaru flung his arms around the older man's neck, knocking both of them backwards.
Seishirou realized with shock that Subaru was crying. Bewildered, he lifted one hand to smooth the Sumeragi's hair. "Subaru-kun . . . what's wrong?"
"I can't believe it worked," Subaru sobbed into Seishirou's shirt. "Oh God, I can't believe it actually worked."
Seishirou hugged him tightly, lying flat on his back on the sofa with Subaru sheltered in his arms on top of him. "I'm sorry, Subaru-kun," he finally said. "I'm sorry for everything. I love you."
Subaru pulled away abruptly and stared down at him. "But how do I know . . .?"
Seishirou winced. He'd known that it would eventually come down to this. And what reason had he ever given Subaru to believe him?
"Let me Within you," Subaru said.
"Huh?" Seishirou asked inelegantly.
"Let me Within you," Subaru repeated, putting his hands on either side of Seishirou's face. "Let me see you. Prove to me that you trust me. That you're telling the truth."
"Subaru-kun, I do love you," Seishirou said softly. "But if you go Within me, you may not like what you see."
"I know." Subaru smiled weakly. "But I'm willing to risk anything . . . for you."
Seishirou hesitated.
"Please?" Subaru asked softly.
"All right," Seishirou said, just as softly. "But be careful."
Subaru nodded once, then closed his eyes and began to chant.
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Author's Note: I'd just like to insert here and point out that I wish I could make references to X/99 here, but I can't because it hasn't happened yet. Subaru went Within Kamui and saw what I presumed to be Kamui's true self, i. e. a child. So I'm assuming it would work the same thing here, so you all get to see what I think the real Seishirou is like! Cool, huh? Or not. Anyway, this reminds me to bring up the point Karasu made: namely, what the hell are they going to do about X/99? Well, my theory is that Seishirou will probably stick to Subaru's side since Subaru definitely won't go to Seishirou's. And Kakyou probably will too. So the Angels would probably lose. Whee! I'm glad now. ::sticks tongue out at Fuuma and runs off to dance::
Subaru's first thought was that Johnny was extremely good at what he did, and not the part he got paid for.
Seishirou's inner barriers were a simple barren landscape. There were rivers of ice water and crooked sakura trees. Cold wind. And the trees were bleeding human blood.
Subaru shivered and kept walking. There were shards of broken glass littering the ground. Subaru kicked some of it, and it fell into the river with a splash. The water seemed to take on a life of its own, leaping up to try to grab Subaru and pull him in.
Inner defenses, Subaru thought vaguely, and backed away quickly. The air smelled like sakura and blood, that cloying, sickeningly sweet smell. Subaru could barely breathe through it. He walked faster.
He came to a wall of glass that was starting to break. He traced a pentagram on it, chanted a little, and the wall shattered. He stepped through it carefully.
It was warmer in this new section of Seishirou's heart. And the smell was gone. Not gone, changed. It smelled like lavender.
Like me, Subaru realized.
But there was something more . . . lavender and . . .
Seishirou's aftershave?
It's us, Subaru thought. The two of us together. He holds this close to his heart.
That thought pleased him, and he kept walking. It wasn't long before he got to the inner barrier, the one that kept everyone from reaching Seishirou's inner self, from who he really was.
Subaru traced a pentagram on it and chanted again, but it didn't work.
He swore softly and looked at it for a long second. He had to get beyond it, or else he would never find out the truth.
And Seishirou would never be free.
He traced the fading pentagram again, then leaned forward and kissed the very center of it, nearly sealing his lips to the freezing surface. "Let me in, Seishirou-san . . . I love you."
The wall shimmered for a second, then dissolved into dust.
Subaru kept walking until he found Seishirou.
Then stopped.
Why wasn't I expecting this?
Seishirou was hanging by his wrists, a single rope that stretched up into eternity. Subaru looked up, but his eyes lost track of it before he could see where it ended. Seishirou was bound and gagged, and his two matching brown eyes stared at Subaru. His entire body seemed wrapped in lengths of rope and chains. His feet dangled a few inches above the ground.
This is . . . the real Seishirou-san . . .
"They're bound. It's a spell performed by the parents at birth. They're held by bonds of 'jitsu that keep them from interfering with being the Sakurazukamori."
"Well, this just has to go," Subaru informed him.
You can't.
Seishirou was gagged, but Subaru could hear his voice anyway. "I can't?"
It's too dangerous . . . a spell like that could backlash . . . I could be killed, or you could.
"But if I could break it," Subaru protested, "you would be free. We could be . . . together. The way it's supposed to be. I'm willing to risk that. But only . . . if you are."
You're breaking it just by being near me, Seishirou thought to him. I used to be blindfolded, too. But that left . . . with you.
"Let me try," Subaru said.
Seishirou just looked at him.
"Are you scared?" Subaru asked quietly.
Yes, Seishirou admitted.
"It's okay," Subaru said. "There's nothing wrong with being frightened. But don't you want to be free?"
Seishirou looked up, his eyes traveling along the length of rope. Yes. I do.
"Then trust me."
I trust you.
"Let me try."
All right.
Subaru smiled, folded his hands into prayer position, and began to chant. The rope hanging above Seishirou dissolved, sending the older man tumbling to the ground. Subaru hastened to catch him and keep him from falling too hard. Then he knelt over him and continued to chant. He reached over and began to untie the ropes as he did so. It got easier as the spell unraveled further, even if they were hopelessly tangled around Seishirou. The more Subaru untied them, the more they dissolved, until they were finally gone.
It's done . . . Subaru breathed a sigh of relief. "Seishirou-san? Daijoubu?"
Seishirou half-sat up, propping himself up on his elbows. "My head aches," he said vaguely.
Subaru looked down at Seishirou's wrists, rubbed raw and bleeding from the ropes. "But you're free."
"Hai . . ." Seishirou's eyes were confused. "I guess I am."
****
The energy ran out of Subaru like water and he collapsed on top of Seishirou; the older man wrapped an arm around him slowly, as if he was in a dream. The world spun around Subaru; he closed his eyes and waited for it to steady. Seishirou was trying to sort out the tangled flood of emotions that had surged through him when Subaru had finished his spell.
"Well," he finally said, voice hoarse, "we're not dead."
Subaru let out a trembling laugh into his shoulder.
"Are you all right?" Seishirou asked.
Subaru moaned a little, and that was all.
Seishirou felt concern flood over him and was nearly sick. The world paled before his eyes and he hung onto reality, trying not to be swept away by the rush of emotion. "There's so much . . ." he heard himself say, and it hurt. He didn't know why, but it hurt deep inside of him, and somehow it was a good hurt. A clean hurt, as if Subaru had cut him open and taken out something that was rotting inside of him. Still, his head was spinning, his mental defenses trying to cope with what they'd never had to cope with before. Love, grief, joy, sorrow, excitement, pain, regret, desire, fear, anger, everything. Every emotion that had ever been felt, crammed into one little package and let free in his brain; twenty-five years being lived in twenty-five seconds. Seishirou breathed deeply, trying to steady himself.
"Seishirou-san . . ." Subaru managed to lift his head a little, magical backlash sending lightning bolts of pain through his head. "Are you . . . okay?"
"I think so . . ." Seishirou looked up at Subaru and a wave of gratitude and love threatened to engulf him. He swallowed hard. "Though I don't think I have the hang of this quite yet . . . are you?"
"No . . . but I'll live . . ." Subaru lifted one shaking hand and rubbed his eyes. "You were right about the backlash . . . I'm glad it backlashed onto me and not you, though . . . you have enough to deal with right now."
"That's certainly true," Seishirou said.
"Did you know what was inside you?" Subaru asked quietly.
Seishirou shrugged. "In a technical way, yes. But it never mattered . . . until you came."
Subaru rested his aching head on Seishirou's shoulder. "I love you, Seishirou-san."
"I know, Subaru-kun . . ." Seishirou closed his eyes and for once let the flow of emotion take him. "I love you too."
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Author's Note: Good God, that is so sweet . . . Hm, 12:25 A. M. . . I'm going to bed.
Author's Note Part Two: It's now been at least a week since I wrote any of this . . . I barely remember what I had planned, and I'm really tired. Ugh. By the way, my father the doctor has informed me that my biology is a little off in that scene where Subaru gets shot . . . ::sighs:: and I thought I planned it so nicely, but Dad said something about severing arteries . . . so, if this was real life, Subaru probably would've been much more hurt than he really was, but it's a fanfic and I don't feel like redoing the scene, so you'll all have to live with my laziness. At least I'm being honest. ^_~
Subaru was in bed for the next two days recovering, much to Seishirou's extreme concern and dismay. Seishirou called in sick to work and told the Tree quite firmly that he wasn't going to do any work as the Sakurazukamori until he had a hold on himself again. Surprisingly enough, the Tree seemed to agree and didn't argue. Seishirou realized at that point that what Subaru had done must have been irreversible - or else the Tree certainly would've been trying to reverse it.
It made sense, though; as an infant his emotions were extremely limited. It was easy to put a spell on them to contain them. Now that he was a grown man, with an entire set of powerful emotions, it wouldn't be possible again. The spell was broken, and there was no way to bind his feelings again.
He decided over the first pack of cigarettes that this was a good thing, though it was going to have distinct drawbacks. For one thing, he had no idea how he was going to keep doing his job. That was probably why the Tree wasn't bothering him; it wouldn't do for him to have a fit of conscience while in the middle of committing a murder. The other, as he would quickly find out, was that it left him far more susceptible to emotional pain.
He was anxious over Subaru, but the Sumeragi had reassured him that he would be fine, before he'd passed out and slept for ten hours without twitching. By the time Subaru got out of bed again, Seishirou had mostly figured out how to have emotions without it knocking him over every time they spoke up.
"You can't feel everything at full force," Subaru told him from where he was wrapped in blankets on the couch with a mug of tea. "It would kill you. If you hurt someone's feelings, say, you can't take that to heart unless it's someone you really care for and it really was your fault. There's a million and one factors that go into everything."
Then he had fallen asleep again.
Johnny came by to visit once during Subaru's time as an invalid. Seishirou politely went to his bedroom to allow them some time to talk. After about an hour, he came out to get some tea. Johnny was pulling on his jacket. "You leaving?"
"Yeah," Johnny said. "Subaru fell asleep again."
"I'm assuming he told you everything that happened."
"Yeah," he repeated. He put on his shoes and then gave Seishirou a long, level look. Then he nodded briefly. "Take care of him."
And he turned and walked out the door.
Seishirou just shook his head and made tea.
Subaru was up and about and back to his normal self the next day. "I think Johnny still doesn't like me," Seishirou said, pulling out a chair for Subaru at dinner.
Subaru shrugged. "He was a friend of Hokuto's. And if Johnny hates anything, it's cowards."
"He thinks I'm a coward?"
"He thought you were a coward. He's reluctantly owned up to the fact that you're more than he gave you credit for." Subaru smiled. "I think he said something about how he guessed he could see why I was in love with you."
Seishirou half-smiled. "He should clue me in. I'm still lost."
Subaru smirked. "My Seishirou-san is admitting to being confused? That has to be a first."
Seishirou shrugged. "I don't know why you're in love with me, Subaru-kun."
Subaru tapped the edge of his tea mug silently, thinking. Eventually he just grinned and said, "Me neither."
Seishirou face-faulted, then quickly recovered. "Then we're an ill-matched pair, Subaru-kun . . . I know exactly why I love you."
"Well, to keep things even, you'd better not tell me," Subaru said, putting a finger over his lips.
Seishirou laughed. "All right, I'll keep it to myself."
The rest of dinner passed in peace, until the very end, when Seishirou decided that a blushing Subaru and a stammered "S-S-Seishirou-saaaaan!" would do a great deal to restore his peace of mind. So he leaned over so he was very close to the Sumeragi and said, "There's just one thing I don't understand, Subaru-kun . . ."
"And what's that?" Subaru asked skeptically.
"Why are you still sleeping on the sofa?"
Predictably, Subaru turned the color of a tomato. But he didn't stammer. He just lowered his eyes and said, "Seishirou-san, I thought you'd never ask . . ."
Seishirou laughed, leaning backwards. "Subaru-kun, you amaze me."
"I know." Subaru grinned. "But you know what they say. Ask a stupid question, you get a stupid answer."
"I didn't think your answer was stupid," Seishirou said. "I thought it was . . . intriguing."
"Very elegant, Seishirou-san."
"You still haven't answered it, though."
"What if I said I prefer the sofa?"
"You'd be lying, and I know it."
"Your arrogance hasn't changed, has it."
"Not a bit," Seishirou answered. "Are you going to answer me or not?"
"I'm still sleeping on the sofa because I've felt terrible the past few nights. Magical backlash and all."
"And are you feeling terrible now?" Seishirou was inching closer.
"Not quite as terrible . . ." Subaru watched him with a tiny smile.
"Terrible enough to sleep on the sofa again?" Seishirou asked, leaning close to him and speaking directly into his ear, flicking his tongue over it.
Subaru couldn't help but jump, startled, but recovered quickly. "I don't think that would be necessary, no . . . if someone else was prepared to offer something better . . ."
"Subaru-kun, you really are a little tease, you know that?"
"Of course I know that, Seishirou-san."
Seishirou looked pained. "And must you persist in using that honorific? I hardly find it appropriate."
Subaru shrugged. "It's habit."
"Learn some new habits, then."
Subaru looked up with a glint in his eyes. "I'd think I'd learned enough new habits for now. The habit of being a tease, for example."
"Ah, but I like that habit in you. To a point, that is. It's very cute."
"Cute?"
"All right, maybe cute's not quite the right word."
"Mm hmm."
"Now the point is - "
"Oh, there was a point to this?"
Seishirou ignored him. "The point is, for one thing, stop using the honorific, and for another, stop being a tease."
"And how do I do that?"
"Subaru-kun, are you sleeping on the sofa or not?"
Subaru smiled.
That was all the encouragement Seishirou needed. He leaned close again, and was somewhat perturbed when his lips landed on empty space as Subaru suddenly stood. He cleared his throat and looked upward questioningly at where the Sumeragi had started to clear the table.
"Nani?" Subaru asked innocently, dumping the dishes in the sink. "We can't leave all this here."
Seishirou attempted to strangle his frustration. "You do this on purpose, don't you."
Subaru shrugged his thin shoulders. Seishirou watched them shift under the silk shirt he had 'borrowed.' "I said I wasn't sleeping on the sofa. But it's only eight o'clock in the evening. It's hardly time for bed yet."
Seishirou considered this perfectly logical and incredibly frustrating point. "You know what, Subaru-kun?"
"What?"
"I don't care." He grabbed Subaru around the waist and started to pull him down the hall. Subaru just laughed.
"You're too impatient," he informed the older man once they were safely inside the bedroom.
"You've been torturing me for weeks. Months. I claim the right to be impatient." He crossed the room to stand in front of Subaru and put an arm around the younger man's waist. "Besides, you said you'd stop being a tease." With that, he lowered his lips to Subaru's.
Subaru closed his eyes and held perfectly still as Seishirou kissed him, for one second terrified of waking up to find it had all been a dream. But the warmth of Seishirou's lips pressed against his was to real to be denied. He slid his arms around Seishirou's waist and clung to him desperately. His lips parted slightly, but Seishirou pulled away. Subaru's entire body flinched at the sudden chill. "What's wrong?"
Seishirou looked down at him, meeting his eyes. (The sunglasses having long ago been abandoned.) Then he reached up with one finger and traced Subaru's jaw. "You're sure . . . that you want to do this?"
Subaru nearly melted at Seishirou's concern for him. He opened his mouth to say yes, of course, but the words caught in his throat. "I-I don't know."
Seishirou ran his fingers through Subaru's hair. "Just let me know . . . if you want me to stop . . ."
Subaru nodded, then pulled Seishirou down for another kiss. The height difference between them had decreased quite a bit, making it easier. Subaru reached up, draping his arms around Seishirou's neck and keeping the older man pulled close to him. Seishirou pushed his lips gently against Subaru's, sliding his tongue inside. Subaru let out a tiny moan and pushed himself closer against Seishirou. Then he started to pull away, blushing, as his hips pressed against Seishirou's. Even through the jeans he was wearing, the contact made him shiver. Seishirou glanced at him, concerned, then realized that his actions were caused by embarrassment, not fear. He smirked and pulled Subaru back to him, very deliberately pushing their hips together. Subaru forgot about being embarrassed and moaned, his fingers clutching at Seishirou's shirt.
Seishirou's lips found his again and Subaru let him in, kissing back desperately. Seishirou started to unbutton Subaru's shirt, taking his time over each button, apparently seeing no reason to rush now that he finally had the Sumeragi in his arms. Subaru shivered as Seishirou finished with the last button and pushed the shirt backwards off his shoulders, then hooked his fingers under the T-shirt he'd been wearing underneath it. Subaru whimpered as Seishirou's fingers ran up his sides, pulling the shirt over his head. It dropped to the floor, unnoticed, as Seishirou traced patterns on Subaru's back and chest, exploring every inch of the Sumeragi's smooth skin.
"S-Seishirou-san . . ." Subaru managed as Seishirou's lips left his.
"Nani?" Seishirou asked, brushing his lips against Subaru's neck.
Subaru gasped for breath. He realized he had no idea of what he'd been about to say. "Don't stop . . ."
Seishirou laughed softly, right into Subaru's ear. "It only gets better, Subaru-kun." He flicked his tongue over the Sumeragi's earlobe, then nibbled on it gently. Subaru responded to that by starting to fumble with Seishirou's shirt, managing somehow to get it pushed over Seishirou's head. He put his hands tentatively on Seishirou's lower back, determined to return the pleasure that Seishirou's caresses had caused. He was inexperienced, but a fast learner, carefully noting down what seemed sensitive and returning to it. Seishirou let out a soft gasp as Subaru's fingers slid down his chest and trailed over his stomach.
Seishirou took a few steps forward, guiding Subaru over to the bed and gently pushing him down onto it. He settled himself carefully over the Sumeragi, leaning down for another kiss. Subaru twined both of his hands into Seishirou's hair, trying to keep his fingers from clenching down. Seishirou pulled away a little and moved downwards, kissing Subaru's shoulders and chest. Subaru moaned as Seishirou's lips brushed over one of his nipples, then moaned louder as the older man started to suck on it.
While Subaru was completely distracted, Seishirou managed to unbutton Subaru's jeans, sliding them and his underwear off. Subaru let out another little gasp and closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to see Seishirou's face. After a moment, though, he cracked them open to see Seishirou looking down admiringly. "Seishirou-san?" he asked questioningly, unable to raise his voice above a whisper, his cheeks turning bright red.
Seishirou leaned down so his lips were next to Subaru's ear. "Subaru-kun . . . you're even more beautiful than I had imagined . . ."
Subaru's blush deepened.
"Are you sure?" Seishirou persisted.
Subaru looked up and met Seishirou's eyes. "Yeah," he said, and he was. He smiled. "Please . . . Seishirou-san . . . I want to feel . . ."
Seishirou kissed him gently, then whispered, "But I should get a little payback first, right?"
"Nani?" Subaru asked, raising an eyebrow.
Seishirou pouted adorably. "You've hardly been fair to me these past weeks . . ." Before Subaru could make him say anything else, he leaned down and kissed him again. One of his hands slid downward, over Subaru's chest, then stomach, then lower. It traced over Subaru's hip, then down his leg. Subaru's fingers dug into Seishirou's back as his hand came around to slide up his inner thigh. Then his hand moved outward, purposefully avoiding the more sensitive areas. Subaru moaned.
"Seishirou-san, you're such a bastard . . ."
Seishirou chuckled, repeating the action on Subaru's other side. Subaru pulled his mouth away from Seishirou's long enough to say, "If you don't . . . stop that . . . I'll . . ."
"You'll what?" Seishirou asked, smirking, moving his fingers so they just barely brushed over Subaru's manhood.
Subaru whimpered, having completely forgotten what he was going to say. Seishirou's lips moved downwards, kissing his way down Subaru's chest, then stomach. Subaru took in a ragged, gasping breath as Seishirou's tongue flicked over his arousal. "Oh God . . ."
Seishirou took pity on him. He wrapped his fingers around the base of Subaru's erection and took it into his mouth. Subaru cried out and his hips jerked upwards, pushing himself deeper into Seishirou's mouth. Seishirou pulled back. "And you say I'm impatient."
Subaru moaned and his hips jumped upwards again. Seishirou smirked and leaned down again to finish what he'd started. He began a rhythm with his mouth. Subaru pushed up against him every time he dipped down.
No . . . not yet . . . Seishirou removed his mouth, causing Subaru to whimper in disappointment. And why the hell am I still wearing my pants?
Subaru had apparently had similar thoughts; his hands came up and awkwardly tried to undo Seishirou's belt. Should've done this while we could still think . . . a corner of his mind reflected absently. He finally managed to get rid of the offending belt and, from there, Seishirou's pants. His hands took hold of Seishirou's boxers and tugged on them. Seishirou's hands closed over his and pushed them downwards. He lifted himself up a little and managed to kick them off. Subaru tried not to stare, but it was a lost cause. Seishirou smirked again, lowering himself down onto the Sumeragi. He pressed his lips against Subaru's and let out a surprised moan as Subaru's graceful fingers found his manhood. He hadn't realized Subaru would be that forward . . . not that he was complaining. He could barely keep his breath as Subaru's fingers moved up and down his length. Then they were gone, and Seishirou managed to get air into his lungs again. He looked down at Subaru, who had a faint smile on his face.
Seishirou kissed him again, deeper than before, and one hand fumbled for his dresser and the massage oil he kept in the top drawer. (He had started keeping it there after he and Subaru had come to their 'understanding,' in the hopes that it would reach this conclusion quickly.) He managed to find it and pour some of it onto his fingers. Distracting Subaru with his tongue, he reached down and gently pushed one finger into him.
Subaru let out a small cry, and nearly bit down on Seishirou's tongue. He ended the kiss quickly and whispered, "It's okay . . . it'll stop hurting . . . after a minute . . ." He moved the finger cautiously, then added a second, looking for a particular spot. A sudden gasp from Subaru let him know that he'd found it. He very carefully added a third finger, then pulled them out. Subaru was as ready as he'd ever be.
He applied some of the oil to his erection, then leaned up to kiss Subaru again. "Are you ready?" he gasped out.
Subaru kissed back fiercely. "Seishirou-san . . . please . . . I'm ready . . ."
Seishirou carefully positioned himself, then slowly pushed into him. Subaru let out another gasping cry. It hurt, but there was pleasure underneath the pain. He grit his teeth, fists clenching down on the blankets beneath him, as Seishirou thrust inside him. After Seishirou was sure Subaru was all right, he pulled out a little, then pushed in as Subaru's hips rocked up against his. He angled carefully as the friction began to build between the two of them, making Subaru cry out again.
Seishirou knew he was close, but pushed the hormones down. He reached down and took Subaru's length between his fingers, moving his hand in a rhythm that was growing steadily faster. He could hear Subaru gasping for breath. "S-Seishirou-san . . ." Everything was hazy. He couldn't see; he could only feel. Seishirou's hand on him was enough to send him over the edge.
Seishirou gasped out Subaru's name as he let go. The rhythm slowed and stopped. Seishirou caught himself with one hand before his body went limp and eased himself down. "Subaru-kun . . ."
Subaru's breathing was ragged and his cheeks were still vaguely blushing, but he had a faint smile on his eyes.
"Ai shiteru, Subaru-kun . . ."
Subaru smiled and pushed Seishirou's hair out of his eyes. "I know. I love you too."
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And, um, yeah. The fic isn't over yet, folks. I have some more stuff in store for our heroes.
