Blood. The scent of blood. And cigarettes.
He was not surprised to see Seishirou by his window with one foot stepping inside his room, his hand holding onto the frame steadily, as he opened his eyes. Sleep faded away like it had never existed and for a moment his just watched the man furnished by darkness, appearing to stand in the shadow of moonlight, in perfect calm and alertness.
"Konbanwa Seishirou-san."
He took some pleasure in seeing the sound of his voice made the Sakurazukamori tense just a little-- no one else would have noticed it, but he knew the way Seishirou carried himself far too well. He spotted it easily.
Seishirou turned, half of his face catching moonlight as the other caught deeper shadows, he glared angrily at Subaru as he entered through the open window.
Subaru sat up a little, studying his opponent with exacting care. He knew that it would happen again, but he didn't anticipate it being quite this soon. Only three days had past since he and the dark onmyouji had shared a bed. Somehow he thought that Seishirou would be a little more reluctant.
He looked into those eyes, one an unseeing white, and saw anger burning hotly in them. That was a good sign, Subaru thought, even if his body trembled at the prospect of another night of violence like before.
Anger, Seishirou was angry about something, and directing that anger at Subaru ... blaming him.
There was a thick coat of blood almost up to Seishirou's elbows. Blood almost smothering his once white dress shirt. Blood straining his black coat blacker. Blood that was still warm and slippery on Seishirou's hands ... he had just come from the kill.
It occurred to Subaru that of all the times he had seen Seishirou kill, he had never seen him quite this bloody. Killing was a messy business, but Seishirou had always been ruthless efficient at it. He barely got his cuffs dirty.
Anger...
Tonight's kill had been tough, Subaru thought with much satisfaction. Had he seen something too familiar in the eyes of his victim? Fear, desperation, panic, loss of control...?
The irony of it was not lost on Subaru.
Seishirou walked up to the foot of his bed, resting one knee on it firmly. His eyes never left Subaru's, laced with the kind of determination Subaru didn't think the Sakurazukamori possessed.
Slowly, like a cautious mountain lion on dangerous terrain, Seishirou climbed up on the bed, pulling himself up so that he hovered above the Sumeragi. There was the scent of blood and death all over him. And the scent of fear, but Subaru was not entirely sure if it was the victim's fear.
"How's the Sakura?" Subaru asked casually. They were so close he could feel the tip of his nose brush Seishirou's.
"Content ... for now."
"Really?" Subaru lifted an eyebrow. "Cause it looks like you're wearing more of her meal than she got out of it."
That produced the desired effect. There was a flare, even in that dead white eye, of pure hatred. Seishirou eyebrows were knitted together in a hot and angry glare as he pushed one knee between the Sumeragi's legs and pulled himself up further on the bed. His long black trenchcoat swallowed up Subaru's body.
He run his fingers over the bruises on Subaru's neck, leaving trails on blood sticking to the skin. "Cute Subaru-kun ... cute as always."
Oh this was going to be interesting, Subaru thought. So Seishirou would not be lured into the same mistakes again...
"Neh Seishirou-san, too what do I owe this pleasure? It's quite late you know."
"I'm curious as to where the boy I knew went, and why this thing was left in his place."
He did not give Subaru the time to answer him, as he spoke his hand cupped the Sumeragi's cheek and pulled his head up so that their lips touched. It was an unusual kiss, almost maddening in its gentleness. Subaru could feel the blood dragging across his skin, drying and cracking against the surface, as Seishirou's thumb slid along his cheek bone.
He felt a harsh pull on his hair as the thick pasty blood clung to the black strands, Seishirou's hand stroking Subaru's head tenderly. A tiny whimper escaped his lips as he felt Seishirou's breath slowly pass his ear and kisses fall to his neck.
Seishirou paused, his lips pulling back just enough to break contact with the skin.
Caution.
For a moment they simply stared at each other. Then, Seishirou pushed the blankets away from Subaru's bare chest and slowly began to kiss lightly down it. He felt Subaru try to suppress a tremble as those lips skimmed across one erect nipple.
And he felt a surge of pleasure at the very idea. This was the way things were suppose to be, Subaru was his. His to pleasure or torture as he saw, his life to take and no one else's. His tongue licked slowly over the surface, extracting a small gasp out of the Sumeragi.
He sucked gently, one hand pushing the covers further down his lover's body. Shifting his weight his pressed down on the Sumeragi's hips, straddling the young man ... Welcoming back that which was once again his.
Subaru's hands weakly played with the edge of his coat, trying to push it off the Sakurazukamori's shoulders and out of the way. But they gave up easily and retreated back to the buttons of Seishirou's bloodied shirt, working them open clumsily. He felt Seishirou's smile curve up against his skin as the man removed his dark coat and pushed it off the bed. The Sakurazukamori grabbed his wrists harshly, eyes sparkling with a deep pleasure that went far beyond the physical.
Seishirou finished unlocking himself from the smooth white cotton, his eyes never leaving the spellbound Sumeragi. Subaru, who watched with a mix of arousal and awe, leaning back on his arms, clothed only in a pair of thin cotton pajama bottoms. Subaru, who in that moment looked infinitely small, so easily overpowered in his bed of lush white sheets-- now heavily stained with bloody paw prints. Subaru who believed so much in people he would lie in the bed of his enemy, treated those who wished to harm him with unimaginable care, who blamed himself for every wrong ever committed. Subaru who was sad for others, even Seishirou.
He was fascinated by this behavior. He kissed the Sumeragi's cheek gently and drew those thin wrists up to his chest. His Subaru, who moaned lightly when he kissed down his belly, tongue flicking over the delicate navel. He worked his thumbs under the waist band of Subaru's pants, feeling the Sumeragi tense-- those beautiful green eyes opening fully, glazing over with lust but frightened and innocent all the same.
Slowly, almost tortuously so, he slid the garment down Subaru hips, over his knees, until finally the onmyouji kicked them off in shear frustration. With desperation Subaru rose and wrapped his arms around the Sakurazukamori, burying his face in the crook of Seishirou's neck.
It amused Seishirou, to watch his prey begging for contact so. He enjoyed it a great deal, it stirred up this powerful warm pleasure inside him. He wanted to feel the Sumeragi shudder against him. He wanted to hear him moan, and he want to feel Subaru trying to keep control of himself as Seishirou drove him into deeper and deeper pleasure.
It was an unusual desire, to really want that rather than just harboring the idea of toying with Subaru. It was one thing to want to watch his match be torn apart by sexual desire and principle ... it was quite another to actually want it just for what it was.
But for now all that matter was that, it was clear as the Sumeragi clung to him, he was in control.
Gently he slid his palms over Subaru's shoulders, pushing him back onto the bed, kissing his soft lips sweetly. "Neh Subaru-kun, or you all right? You're making all these strange sounds.." His hand slid down between them, brushing over the hardness that throbbed for his touch. Subaru tried to bite back a moan and stared up at Seishirou, eyes pleading like the rest of his body.
Seishirou's hand made another pass, one finger slowly dragging up the length. Blood meeting blood filled organ teasingly. "Do you like that Subaru-kun?"
A shuddered gasp and Subaru nodded vigorously, his entire body tense and waiting.
The Sakurazukamori experienced a buzz the likes of which he had never known before. Killing had always been amusing. Teasing Subaru had always been enjoyable. The young supple body has always been desirable. But having it here, pleading with him for something that only he could give it. Controlling Subaru and dominating him so completely... "Mmmm?" he nuzzled Subaru's chest, letting his weight slide down against his quivering lover.
"Please..."
Seishirou's finger brushed over the Sumeragi's moist, flushed lower lip, laying his face down on the younger man's belly, looking up at him curiously. "So polite. Please what Subaru-kun?"
Subaru closed his eyes, swallowing hard, and Seishirou could almost taste the suffering Subaru endured in trying to admit the sin that he wanted. To sleep with someone he was suppose to destroy. To abandon himself and give in to it. To want the corruption of his own principles.
"Please..." as if awaiting a strike his body tensed, eyes sealed shut. "Do that again."
Seishirou smiled, kissing just below Subaru's bellybutton before sliding further down and repeating the motion ... with his tongue.
The Sumeragi froze below him with a sudden gasp, his hands gripping the sheets desperately as if they could keep him from falling. He left out a deep moan as heat swallowed him up. "Sei--sei--shirou..."
The dark onmyouji's hot moist breath curved around the sensitive shaft as he teased Subaru relentlessly. Licking, sucking, skimming his teeth gently over the surface. Each moment extracting a gasp out of his Subaru.
Those tender hips that he held down as he tortured the Sumeragi squirmed under him. He ran one hand down Subaru's leg gently, savoring every touch. His hand unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, kicking off his shoes and removing the last bit of clothing standing between him and what was rightfully his.
Subaru's legs folded over Seishirou's shoulders, knowing that Seishirou would not give up his advantage until they were done. His hands reached out for the darkness of the man that would be his lover, desperate, needy.
Seishirou smirked and leaned forward to hover over Subaru possessively. His fingers brushed the side of the Sumeragi's face tenderly. "Tonight, I will make you mine again, Subaru-kun. Then your blood will flow for the sakura..."
"Yes..." Subaru breathed.
The answer amused Seishirou. The Sumeragi's eyes were in a daze, a bright glow from the back of his hands illuminating him in the dark room. For a moment Seishirou wondered if Subaru had any idea what he was saying, or whether the need was too great for him to care.
He looked aimlessly around Subaru's bed room, seeing no need to risk the control pleasure gave him over his prey. There were plenty of things he could use to keep Subaru's pleasure more constant ... he just had to find the closest--
"Nightstand, first drawer.." Subaru panted, moving against Seishirou as if telling him to hurry.
Seishirou raise an eyebrow curiously. "My, my Subaru-kun ... seeing other men behind my back? You little slut." He smiled as he stretched over to the drawer and pulled it open.
He decided not to tease Subaru much more. The younger man's whole body was flushed with pleasure, the creamy skin glowing brightly in the darkness. Filled with that light that only arousal can bring forth.
A low moan worked it's way slowly out of Subaru's throat like a purr as Seishirou pushed in. His face turned away, eyes closed softly, body sparkling with sweat, muscles relaxed in perfect surrender. Each breath that passed those soft pink lips made an intoxicating mewing sound in the air.
The feeling of Subaru wrapped tightly around him was pleasurable, the sight below him was more so. Seishirou pulled out a bit and pushed back in, watching Subaru's rolled his head to the other side and his arms move, trying to grasp the invisible waves of pleasure. He thrusted again, until he had worked up a rhythm that pounded pleasure into his prey's body but would not overwhelm him into Seishirou decided too.
And Seishirou as watched, his eyes clouded in pleasure it was suddenly not the form of the 25 year old under him anymore. But the young undeveloped body of the 16 boy he had claimed years ago. He pushed deeper into the young boy, feeling a sudden rush in the hallucination. A pleasure greater than pleasure ... a need in himself to have this boy.
The soft cries of desire below him slipped away with the realization. To know that he wanted to have Subaru like this so badly he almost needed it.
The pleasure of the friction between them was disrrupting his thoughts, but he could not stop it ... it felt too good to stop. The thin, girlish body, soft black hair-- grown long enough to touch his chin, innocent green eyes filled with a bright pure light, long eye lashes, the face of a child. Subaru moaned and his thick hair brushed across his forehead.
Seishirou leaned down to kiss that forehead, licking a flakey traces of blood off the pale, soft skin. Feeling the pleasure flooding him quickly now, he held onto Subaru in hopes of keeping them closer and driving everything further. Just alittle further.
He wasn't sure when Subaru fell silent, or when the moans he heard in his head were his own. But where once he was surfing over the peaceful, submissive, sea ... now he had swam to far out and waves of pleasure were washing over him as he struggled to keep himself from drowning.
He looked down out the boy, who's eyes opened gracefully and turned to look at him. They were not the eyes of the child, not innocent, not emotional. They were not the eyes of the adult either, not cold, not in pain. They were the eyes he had seen only once before, calm, peaceful, loving.
He didn't have anytime to react, the act had distracted him enough to let the undertoe drag him under the crest of white sea foam. He let out a panicked moan, his body didn't seem to want nor care to listen to his pride telling it to fight. There was no fight as he came, feeling the Sumeragi's own pleasure running down his thigh-- but that hardly seemed to matter. Subaru had lured him perfectly, catching him completely off guard like an innocent lamb without the shelter of it's experienced mother.
He felt drained of everything, too exhausted to do anything but fall into Subaru's waiting arms. "Damn you," he hissed. "You tricked me..."
His words were nothing more than mutters, body slowly dragging what was left of his thoughts to sleep.
"Mmm-Hmm.." Subaru hummed, his hand stroking through Seishirou's hair tenderly.
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"You must let her go, I'm begging you to."
Kamui looked up, his normally empty eyes filled with curiosity. "Why is this so important to you?"
The Sumeragi relaxed, a gentle smile grazing his face. "Because no creature that wants to live as badly as you do should die like this."
"What makes you think I want to live?"
"Because you hold onto it so badly. If wanted to die you could easily let go of her, there'd be no reason to hold on to anything."
"I can't," Kamui said finally. "It's kind of you to pursue this but ... I can't."
Subaru lowered his eyes, casting a dark shadow over his face when he said, "there is ... one thing I can do."
"Can I keep her?"
"If you absolutely must."
"What is it?"
He crouched down at the boy's bedside, taking the frail hand in his. "I can channel and reshape it," Subaru began. "I can take that power, everything that you're holding inside and give it physical form."
Kamui frowned, "like reincarnation or some sort?"
"No, it will still be apart of you ... just a physical part ... it's the only other option." He touched Kamui's chest gently, right over his pounding heart. "There's only room for one here."
"Will you do that?"
"If I must."
Kamui nodded, "Thank you Subaru-san."
Subaru shut his eyes, not wanting anyone to see the bitter tears. It was so wrong, to aid in the trapping of a human soul. It went against everything he was suppose to uphold. But if this boy had enough power to bind her there, Subaru couldn't force him to set her free. And lately...
His duties as a Sumeragi hardly seemed important anymore. He had given them up when he first chose to embrace his relationship with the Sakurazukamori.
He had brought a few supplies should it have come to this. After he had entered the boy's heart the night before, he knew that there was very little he could do to help. But the imagine of those dead violet eyes haunted him all the same. Staring deeply into him from behind a wall of glass.
Until finally he realized the only other option.
With the white chalk he drew the appropriate Kanji on the floor at four points.
Sei... Ki... Dou... Tai..
His hand made the quick stroke marks with chalk as easily as if it was slippery ink caressing the hardwood floors while the boy watched curiously from his bed. The pure powder made dust trails as solid as paint across his room. It would hold, Subaru decided, not too much stress-- so he would have to be careful-- but it would hold.
When the circle was prepared he waved Kamui to stand with him in it's center. He spoke the word to activate the barrier knowing that should all that energy bound thickly inside Kamui somehow escape him he had to make sure it could not escape the room. Else, it would not only wreak havoc, it would kill Kamui.
As the circle flared with blue transparent light, Kamui took a small step back. The light exploded further from the floor and hissed up and around the half sphere. A barrier of wind and light. Subaru raised his hand and touched the boy's cheek. "Don't be afraid," he said gently. The power surged a little longer, whipping around them like a violent whirlwind and casting a soft liquid glow in the room. Then it settled and held tight, only a soft buzz reminding them of it's presence.
Kamui relaxed and let out a small sigh. He looked at Subaru questioningly, wondering what would come next.
"Kneel down over there," Subaru instructed. "This will probably take sometime and be quite painful.."
"Painful?" Kamui swallowed, his eyes twitching with tremors of panic.
"Yes," Subaru smiled. "It's not too late to--"
"No! ...no, let's do it."
Subaru sighed, slightly amused by the boy's determination. He could only vaguely understand the need to hold onto something that badly. To endure all forms of pain and suffering for it. "Powerful and stubborn, very well ... take off your shirt."
Kamui's fear froze him completely this time. "My shirt? Take it ... off?"
"That's correct, not strictly necessary but if you keep it on it will probably be ruined."
Kamui did as he was told, his eyes trusting but weary. "what now?"
"Leave the rest to me."
Subaru sank down in front of the boy and began chanting softly. Words that Kamui didn't understand.
Subaru's hand brushed his forehead and Kamui's eyes drifted shut obediently. He pressed his palm into Kamui's chest, grounding himself in the boy's energy-- feeling it flow across the skin. Then Subaru called out to that one place deep inside of Kamui, the crystal which held the source of trouble. He could feel that trapped power glow and answer him as Kamui shivered below his touch.
Venturing in just a little Subaru cast a more flexible barrier around the crystal and drew a pentacle on the hard surface Kamui's power had forged. It trembled but did not give in completely. Subaru smiled, he had been counting on a little resistance from Kamui here.
Gently he created a small breach in the hard shell and slipped back into himself as what had been caged began to flood out.
Kamui shuddered, feeling his insides melt as they're were freed from their prison. His shoulders sagged a little, a great force neither pain nor pleasure over taking him. Subaru pressed his palm more firmly on Kamui's chest as if to steady him and reached inside the boy not with his heart or mind but with his will.
The boy gasped, it was as if Subaru hands were pushing inside of him. Like his body was made of gel that mounded around the onmyouji's touch as those hands-- not of physical body but of spiritual-- pushed in.
Subaru was gentle, and there was a calming warmth there radiated from those hands. But still, it was an intrusion, and it hurt, as Kamui's own power resisted it ... tried to push Subaru away.
Kamui bit his lip, trembling as the force went deeper. He felt Subaru's lips up against his ear and the man whispered gently to him. The words were soothing, but he did not understand them and could not decide whether that was because they were spoken in some sacred language, or because his sense were swirling. Even if he could not process the exact sounds, they were flawless in their purpose ... seeming to say "It's all right, just relax... Trust me."
"I do trust you," Kamui mumbled, knowing almost immediately that Subaru did not understand what had provoked the statement. He gave in gingerly, feeling the Sumeragi move through him and then touch him deeply.
He collapsed onto Subaru's shoulder with a harsh cry as the formless hands took hold of his heart. It hurt so very much, his body trembled and tensed with pain. A pain he could stop neither by pushing away nor pulling it in. He could only endure it, allowing each spine from the prickly sensation to engrave itself on his memory.
Subaru's other hand came up to stroke the boy's hair tenderly. "Shhhhh..." he murmured. "It will be over soon."
Those hands gently pushed the deep power up towards the surface, and it burned... The delicate web of his soul was being torn through, the troublesome spot being cut away and extracted from the rest. It burned as those hands slowly ripped through the thin threads that kept everything together.
The room started to melt. His eyes opened wearily to watch the thick blackness ooze and consume the walls, the furniture, and crawl towards his feet. He was suddenly very afraid, he was falling apart... being forced apart by the onmyouji's touch.
Pain brought a light that burned away the approaching black tar. For a moment he was blind, his vision flushed with a bright reddish glow. The talons pierced his back and forced the skin open, stretching then tearing the supple flesh as the pure light emerged slowly.
Pain strangled him, choking back cries and screams that were stirred up relentlessly by the feeling of his back being split open. He could only bury his face in Subaru's shoulder and wait with every nerve frozen with torment. His pupils dilated, and for a second he thought he must be dying. Only death could feel so complete. Not just a pain from his back, but from every part of him. Pain so complete that he could not tell what hurt, could not define the pain anymore. The suffering had swallowed him up, he did not know which way was up.
He felt something release then expanded once free of him. The pain began to drain away slowly, leaving only an empty shell of his body behind. He moaned, a soft, weak sound as his voice faded away from the pain's gag. Kamui could feel something shifting, energy realigning itself and his body trying to put back together what had been shattered. It felt strange, and yet he was too numb to properly define it one way or another.
Subaru's voice invaded his tender thoughts. Deep, smooth, calming, it did not cause him any pain. "It hurts because it is unnatural. Power moving in ways it should never, being forced into something it cannot do on its own. But ... it's over now."
Kamui could only whimper in response. The pain was gone, but a coldness that was far harder to deal with remained. He couldn't stop his hands from shaking. He felt so empty ... so cold ... so...
Alone.
More alone then he had ever felt before. He thought at once that Subaru had lied to him and taken her away, because he could not feel her anymore. But his heart corrected him. With Subaru's powers still flowing through him, still inside of him ... he was certain that lies were not possible.
He felt Subaru nuzzle him tenderly and his soft lips brush across Kamui's cheek. Then the Sumeragi's hand filled him with warmth, soothing the broken and bruised pieces of his heart, mending them seamlessly back together. He felt a chill across his back as the wounds closed and fused together with the new skin.
He buried his face against the onmyouji's neck, a pleasant warmth sweeping over him. He wasn't alone ... Subaru was with him, inside of him. Subaru filled him with this tender glow, a beautiful feeling that even his mother's soul nestled in his heart could not rival.
Then the hands, the touch, began to withdraw slowly ... their work complete. Kamui resisted, snuggling closer to Subaru as if he could keep him from escaping if he just stayed near enough.
Subaru smiled, kissing the top of the boy's head tenderly. "You have to learn to let go of people Kamui."
The boy looked down, holding onto Subaru like an anchor keeping him from floating out into his own loneliness. "Don't leave..."
The hands drained away, the warm pleasure began to fade as it melted into him. The emptiness did not return so much, but he felt the loneliness again and held onto Subaru tighter. "Please ... don't leave."
"It will be okay, you have to let people go sometimes. I'm not yours to keep."
"No one is," the boy muttered, tears collecting in his eyes.
"Aa, that's true. People should belong to themselves."
By the time the sun had rose the next day, Subaru had left the town for good-- feeling the Sakurazukamori's approach growing ever closer with each second. He did not say goodbye to Rocky as they parted ways, nor did he tell the boy he was leaving, there was no time too. When the exhausted boy surrendered to sleep, Subaru just left.
