Entrapment
#8
*Subaru POV
Difficult, this spirit. I continued my chants, my practices. I hadn't practiced for years, but I still had my magic. Seishirou had joined with me, clutching my hands in his, he joined the chant. I heard nothing from Fuuma. Kamui, I knew was still unconscious. She screamed, the spirit, like a banshee she cried, screaming Fuuma's name, and her shape slowly fading. Seishirou was helping me, whispering his own chant, doubling our power against Sakura.
"Fuuma!" She made a last effort to call him, but Fuuma made no movement, appearing not to hear her. She just stared at the figure clutching its head. She dissolved. It ended too soon, but she dissolved. Seishirou kissed me on the cheek roughly and embraced me. I returned the affection, kissing him passionately on the lips. "Kamui," I heard Fuuma whisper as he held the limp body up. Kamui coughed, and he choked the word "Fuuma" before his eyes opened fully. His voice was sore, hoarse and sore, to be exact. Kamui smiled contently as Fuuma embraced him tightly, kissing his ear. "I'm alright, Fuuma," he whispered, and Fuuma let go. Kamui gasped as Fuuma suddenly picked him up, nodding to Seishirou. Seishirou smiled, and returned the nod, taking my hand, we left.
"Where are we going, Seishirou?" I asked softly, knowing well that he could hear me. "Somewhere." he replied somewhat suspiciously. We landed in front of a hotel, a hotel called "State". He led me inside, his hand squeezing mine, as we approached the receptionist. I was confused. Why were we here? Why aren't we back at our 'hideout'? Seishirou smiled as he received the keys, "Oui, Mon chere.about that.I think it's safer in hotels." I nodded, and he tossed the keys into the air and caught them again as he whistled and led me to our room.
*Fuuma POV
"Kamui," I whispered again. He smiled at me, his eyes glinting like so long ago. He was never like Sakura. We were in our apartment again, and he was in my arms, recovering from his previous injuries. His internal injuries that is. He told me all about what Sakura had said in his mind, sometimes unable to control himself and ending up sobbing on my shoulder. He said I didn't love him. He said he was the replacement for a dead woman. He knew this wasn't true. He had always known, since the day I made him into what he is now.
I kissed him roughly on the lips. I was free now, free from her torment, free from the pictures of her death. I finally accepted the fact that she was dead. He smiled and returned the kiss, removing his shirt as he did so. I soon pulled my own off, settling down beside him, kissing him, nibbling on his ear as I whispered that I loved him, and always would. He kissed me, his lips wet and inviting. I trailed kisses down his neck; sinking my fangs into his neck I drew blood. I savored the taste and went on, lower down, onto his stomach, my hands slowly ripping off his trousers. He moaned, throwing his head back, giggling as my tongue touched a sensitive spot.
I pushed the trousers down and let it hang at his ankles, and I took his organ in my hand and began my ministrations, enjoying the sound of his pants and breaths. H smiled, his eyes filled with passion and love.
I then took the organ in my mouth, sucking, playing with it. Kamui almost cried. I pulled away and asked him what was wrong, but he just kept crying, sobbing. He embraced me tightly, whispering to me that he wanted me to continue. "Are you sure, Darling?" I asked softly. He nodded. "Yes, Fuuma. I want this." I continued, as he requested of me, and his moans grew louder with each flick of my tongue. He buried his face in his pillow to stop himself from crying. Finally he requested for me to stop.
"Why?" I whispered, as I looked up into those violet eyes I was so close to dominating. He got off the bed, and sat in front of me. "Let me."
***
*Subaru POV
"Seishirou." I whispered, as he held me in his ever so tight embrace. "Please." I whispered. He smiled. I liked that. He liked that.
"Subaru.and I thought you were an innocent little kid." He practically moaned. I laughed. He pushed inside of me now, and I almost screamed.
***
*Kamui POV
"Fuuma!" Fuuma looked up. "Kamui?" His voice was worried. "Stop, stop." I breathed. He laughed. "More like 'No, Fuuma, please, don't stop.!'" I laughed, and then I smiled at him. "Fuuma, no, really. I." I trailed off. Fuuma got up and sat beside me. "I." "You don't think you're ready and you're not quite sure if you want to be severely gay either." I lifted my gaze to his. He was smiling, though his eyes were a bit disappointed. "Get dressed then." He said, and he got off the bed. He moved to the bathroom.
I felt.I didn't know how I felt. It was just.just horrible. But at least I knew he loved me. But didn't I know that a long time ago?
Strange. He kept his eyes on me as he returned and slipped into a shirt and threw me a pair of pants and a sleeveless black shirt. "I don't understand whenever it gets spicy either one of us has to ruin everything." He whispered. I put on the pants and shirt; my previous ones were already destroyed.
Fuuma sighed suddenly. "Let's go." he whispered. I looked up. "Go.?" I said. He smiled. "Yes, go." He took my hand and led me out the door.
***
*Fuuma POV
I led him to one of the now-popular-bars-that-will-close-down-sooner- or-later. 'Dragons tears'. Subaru, I believed have mentioned this place before. He killed here, yes, his very first kill. I laughed out loud. Kamui looked at me. So lovely, these violet eyes. So innocent. Nobody would have guessed what we had almost done. In fact, now that I looked at him clearly, his hair was more disheveled than before. I shook my head slightly. He smiled at me.
We took the bus that night. We alighted at the third stop. We strolled hand in hand past the painted glass windows of the cathedral and we stopped there for a while. He smiled, and he touched the painted glass dove that the moon cast down onto the marble floor. "It's been so long since I've walked into a chapel." he had said ever so softly, with full knowledge only I could hear him. "You like doves," I whispered. He smiled. "Yes, I like doves." I smirked. "I like crows." I pointed to the dark feathers scattered across the floor. He smiled again, and then he saw the painted glass window that showed the devil. Red, black, green, blue. The main colors used in the painting. He glared at that painting. He hated this creature; this being that had made hell, this being that had made evil, lies and misery.
He picked up one of the pieces of stone that was on the floor. He threw it at the glass and smiled as it shattered, he laughed as the moon shone in through broken glass. I took him in my arms and led him out.
"Fuuma, I was enjoying my revenge!" He protested. "Kamui, I need to make sure you're sane." I replied dully, and he kept quiet.
We walked out of the church, and then we reached the entrance of the bar and we stepped inside. The bar was cramped with mortals, men, and women. "Fuuma, it's packed. Besides, why are we here? We could have." he tailed off. "Kamui, Kamui, I know. But then, crowded places are more fun." Kamui stared at me for a moment. Then he smiled. "Yes, fun." he whispered. He took my hand we went deep into the crowd. "Kamui, where are we going?" I asked, and Kamui's smile just widened. "To the bathroom." I gasped involuntarily as someone pushed past me, breaking the contact of Kamui's hand on mine. "Damn it." I heard myself whisper, though I knew I wasn't that type of person that swears without thinking. I guess I've changed.
I elbowed my way through the crowd, meeting a relieved Kamui at the back door. 'I though I lost you' came through my mind. '.lost you'.?
Kamui threw his arms around me, and then he once again took my hand. "I've decided, Fuuma. Bring me through what we started so we can finish it." I smiled. "Are you sure?" I whispered as I slipped my arms around his waist. "Yes." He answered. He tried ignoring the stares mortals were giving us. I looked around. Bikers, Gangsters, women all around us. I grinned.
"Take off, Kamui." I whispered, and I felt his surprise as he turned to look at me. "I said take off." Kamui stared at me as if I was uttering nonsense. "But Fuuma," I cut him off. "Take off, chere." Kamui sighed, and I took one of those delicate white hands and I took off. I dragged him up into the air with me, and soon he was once again clinging to me like a Koala cub to his mother. Gasps, shrieks and yells I heard from below. I laughed, and he glared at me.
I pressed my lips against his cheek, and his grip on my shoulder tightened. He smiled, and no sooner he had his lips on mine. I had discarded his shirt in mid-air, halfway to the apartment, and he was laughing like a child that just heard the funniest joke. I bet the people down there would have wondered how the shirt got where it is now. We stopped on a tree, and he slipped his hand into my shirt, slowly ripping it in two. He dispatched it on one of the branches.
The apartment was still a few meters away.
He caressed me as we made our way to the apartment. It was late, and there was nobody was on the streets anyway. We managed to make our way to the apartment with at least one piece of clothing on, which were our pants.
"Fuuma, yes." Kamui moaned, clutching my shoulder, almost causing pain. ***
* Subaru POV
He smiled. I gave a tired laugh. We were lying in each other's embrace. "I love you." He smiled. "I love you too." I let my head fall against his shoulder. He stroked my hair, and left his hand on my head. I found it some how comforting, that after that vicious lovemaking we could find such comfort.
*** *Kamui POV Hours had passed since he had fallen asleep. I was in his embrace, our bodies entwined; he slept as soundly as a child. 'Kamui, Kamui, finally mine.' I smiled. Yes, Fuuma. Finally yours. And yours forever more. I knew what the dove meant. Pureness now stained with blood. Fuuma. You have no idea how much you mean now to me. I have so much to confess when you awake. We are now. Truly lovers. Author's note: So sorry!!!! I really am.you see, my examination is coming, and I'm getting HUGE piles of homework, so sorry that I made it late. Sorry it's sooooo short too. Honto Sumimasen desu! Dakara, gomenasai!
#8
*Subaru POV
Difficult, this spirit. I continued my chants, my practices. I hadn't practiced for years, but I still had my magic. Seishirou had joined with me, clutching my hands in his, he joined the chant. I heard nothing from Fuuma. Kamui, I knew was still unconscious. She screamed, the spirit, like a banshee she cried, screaming Fuuma's name, and her shape slowly fading. Seishirou was helping me, whispering his own chant, doubling our power against Sakura.
"Fuuma!" She made a last effort to call him, but Fuuma made no movement, appearing not to hear her. She just stared at the figure clutching its head. She dissolved. It ended too soon, but she dissolved. Seishirou kissed me on the cheek roughly and embraced me. I returned the affection, kissing him passionately on the lips. "Kamui," I heard Fuuma whisper as he held the limp body up. Kamui coughed, and he choked the word "Fuuma" before his eyes opened fully. His voice was sore, hoarse and sore, to be exact. Kamui smiled contently as Fuuma embraced him tightly, kissing his ear. "I'm alright, Fuuma," he whispered, and Fuuma let go. Kamui gasped as Fuuma suddenly picked him up, nodding to Seishirou. Seishirou smiled, and returned the nod, taking my hand, we left.
"Where are we going, Seishirou?" I asked softly, knowing well that he could hear me. "Somewhere." he replied somewhat suspiciously. We landed in front of a hotel, a hotel called "State". He led me inside, his hand squeezing mine, as we approached the receptionist. I was confused. Why were we here? Why aren't we back at our 'hideout'? Seishirou smiled as he received the keys, "Oui, Mon chere.about that.I think it's safer in hotels." I nodded, and he tossed the keys into the air and caught them again as he whistled and led me to our room.
*Fuuma POV
"Kamui," I whispered again. He smiled at me, his eyes glinting like so long ago. He was never like Sakura. We were in our apartment again, and he was in my arms, recovering from his previous injuries. His internal injuries that is. He told me all about what Sakura had said in his mind, sometimes unable to control himself and ending up sobbing on my shoulder. He said I didn't love him. He said he was the replacement for a dead woman. He knew this wasn't true. He had always known, since the day I made him into what he is now.
I kissed him roughly on the lips. I was free now, free from her torment, free from the pictures of her death. I finally accepted the fact that she was dead. He smiled and returned the kiss, removing his shirt as he did so. I soon pulled my own off, settling down beside him, kissing him, nibbling on his ear as I whispered that I loved him, and always would. He kissed me, his lips wet and inviting. I trailed kisses down his neck; sinking my fangs into his neck I drew blood. I savored the taste and went on, lower down, onto his stomach, my hands slowly ripping off his trousers. He moaned, throwing his head back, giggling as my tongue touched a sensitive spot.
I pushed the trousers down and let it hang at his ankles, and I took his organ in my hand and began my ministrations, enjoying the sound of his pants and breaths. H smiled, his eyes filled with passion and love.
I then took the organ in my mouth, sucking, playing with it. Kamui almost cried. I pulled away and asked him what was wrong, but he just kept crying, sobbing. He embraced me tightly, whispering to me that he wanted me to continue. "Are you sure, Darling?" I asked softly. He nodded. "Yes, Fuuma. I want this." I continued, as he requested of me, and his moans grew louder with each flick of my tongue. He buried his face in his pillow to stop himself from crying. Finally he requested for me to stop.
"Why?" I whispered, as I looked up into those violet eyes I was so close to dominating. He got off the bed, and sat in front of me. "Let me."
***
*Subaru POV
"Seishirou." I whispered, as he held me in his ever so tight embrace. "Please." I whispered. He smiled. I liked that. He liked that.
"Subaru.and I thought you were an innocent little kid." He practically moaned. I laughed. He pushed inside of me now, and I almost screamed.
***
*Kamui POV
"Fuuma!" Fuuma looked up. "Kamui?" His voice was worried. "Stop, stop." I breathed. He laughed. "More like 'No, Fuuma, please, don't stop.!'" I laughed, and then I smiled at him. "Fuuma, no, really. I." I trailed off. Fuuma got up and sat beside me. "I." "You don't think you're ready and you're not quite sure if you want to be severely gay either." I lifted my gaze to his. He was smiling, though his eyes were a bit disappointed. "Get dressed then." He said, and he got off the bed. He moved to the bathroom.
I felt.I didn't know how I felt. It was just.just horrible. But at least I knew he loved me. But didn't I know that a long time ago?
Strange. He kept his eyes on me as he returned and slipped into a shirt and threw me a pair of pants and a sleeveless black shirt. "I don't understand whenever it gets spicy either one of us has to ruin everything." He whispered. I put on the pants and shirt; my previous ones were already destroyed.
Fuuma sighed suddenly. "Let's go." he whispered. I looked up. "Go.?" I said. He smiled. "Yes, go." He took my hand and led me out the door.
***
*Fuuma POV
I led him to one of the now-popular-bars-that-will-close-down-sooner- or-later. 'Dragons tears'. Subaru, I believed have mentioned this place before. He killed here, yes, his very first kill. I laughed out loud. Kamui looked at me. So lovely, these violet eyes. So innocent. Nobody would have guessed what we had almost done. In fact, now that I looked at him clearly, his hair was more disheveled than before. I shook my head slightly. He smiled at me.
We took the bus that night. We alighted at the third stop. We strolled hand in hand past the painted glass windows of the cathedral and we stopped there for a while. He smiled, and he touched the painted glass dove that the moon cast down onto the marble floor. "It's been so long since I've walked into a chapel." he had said ever so softly, with full knowledge only I could hear him. "You like doves," I whispered. He smiled. "Yes, I like doves." I smirked. "I like crows." I pointed to the dark feathers scattered across the floor. He smiled again, and then he saw the painted glass window that showed the devil. Red, black, green, blue. The main colors used in the painting. He glared at that painting. He hated this creature; this being that had made hell, this being that had made evil, lies and misery.
He picked up one of the pieces of stone that was on the floor. He threw it at the glass and smiled as it shattered, he laughed as the moon shone in through broken glass. I took him in my arms and led him out.
"Fuuma, I was enjoying my revenge!" He protested. "Kamui, I need to make sure you're sane." I replied dully, and he kept quiet.
We walked out of the church, and then we reached the entrance of the bar and we stepped inside. The bar was cramped with mortals, men, and women. "Fuuma, it's packed. Besides, why are we here? We could have." he tailed off. "Kamui, Kamui, I know. But then, crowded places are more fun." Kamui stared at me for a moment. Then he smiled. "Yes, fun." he whispered. He took my hand we went deep into the crowd. "Kamui, where are we going?" I asked, and Kamui's smile just widened. "To the bathroom." I gasped involuntarily as someone pushed past me, breaking the contact of Kamui's hand on mine. "Damn it." I heard myself whisper, though I knew I wasn't that type of person that swears without thinking. I guess I've changed.
I elbowed my way through the crowd, meeting a relieved Kamui at the back door. 'I though I lost you' came through my mind. '.lost you'.?
Kamui threw his arms around me, and then he once again took my hand. "I've decided, Fuuma. Bring me through what we started so we can finish it." I smiled. "Are you sure?" I whispered as I slipped my arms around his waist. "Yes." He answered. He tried ignoring the stares mortals were giving us. I looked around. Bikers, Gangsters, women all around us. I grinned.
"Take off, Kamui." I whispered, and I felt his surprise as he turned to look at me. "I said take off." Kamui stared at me as if I was uttering nonsense. "But Fuuma," I cut him off. "Take off, chere." Kamui sighed, and I took one of those delicate white hands and I took off. I dragged him up into the air with me, and soon he was once again clinging to me like a Koala cub to his mother. Gasps, shrieks and yells I heard from below. I laughed, and he glared at me.
I pressed my lips against his cheek, and his grip on my shoulder tightened. He smiled, and no sooner he had his lips on mine. I had discarded his shirt in mid-air, halfway to the apartment, and he was laughing like a child that just heard the funniest joke. I bet the people down there would have wondered how the shirt got where it is now. We stopped on a tree, and he slipped his hand into my shirt, slowly ripping it in two. He dispatched it on one of the branches.
The apartment was still a few meters away.
He caressed me as we made our way to the apartment. It was late, and there was nobody was on the streets anyway. We managed to make our way to the apartment with at least one piece of clothing on, which were our pants.
"Fuuma, yes." Kamui moaned, clutching my shoulder, almost causing pain. ***
* Subaru POV
He smiled. I gave a tired laugh. We were lying in each other's embrace. "I love you." He smiled. "I love you too." I let my head fall against his shoulder. He stroked my hair, and left his hand on my head. I found it some how comforting, that after that vicious lovemaking we could find such comfort.
*** *Kamui POV Hours had passed since he had fallen asleep. I was in his embrace, our bodies entwined; he slept as soundly as a child. 'Kamui, Kamui, finally mine.' I smiled. Yes, Fuuma. Finally yours. And yours forever more. I knew what the dove meant. Pureness now stained with blood. Fuuma. You have no idea how much you mean now to me. I have so much to confess when you awake. We are now. Truly lovers. Author's note: So sorry!!!! I really am.you see, my examination is coming, and I'm getting HUGE piles of homework, so sorry that I made it late. Sorry it's sooooo short too. Honto Sumimasen desu! Dakara, gomenasai!