Title: Sanctuary Psych Ward
Rating: Rated R
Disclaimer: I do not own Angel Sanctuary and I do not claim to.
Warnings: Alternate Universe (AU), Yaoi, Yuri.
Pairings: RosielxKatan, KiraxSetsuna, KatohxArakune, KuraixSara
Genre: Angst, Romance

Thanks to the Reviewers

RekiaReium:  Setsuna+ no clothes= very happy reviewers.  Oh yes I'm working SOO hard. *roll eyes* Between sleeping at school, and not having homework...oh! It's just so hard! Lol ^___^
Tia: O___O Do you WRITE enough in your reviews?!?!  -_____-;;; So I lied, you'll live.  So I'm not allowed to tease someone who constantly tells me to update when I don't want to?!  No, Kira can not kill them, and I need Setsuna/Sara's Mom in later chapters.  I told you that you'd cry when you were reading the suicide attempt.  I'll think about the naked Kira/shower scene.
beldingsliver:  I know, I'm slowly making it to the KiraxSetsuna. I'm just not one of those people who has chapter fics where they get together with in the first five paragraphs of the fic.
Cat Youkai:  That's so what I was going for... -____-;;

Sanctuary Psych Ward: Chapter Six: Lust
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Fresh from the shower, Setsuna was on his bed with his leg hanging over the side dressed only in his black sweat pants.  Now that his shirt was removed, it was easier to see all the scars he had accumulated over the years.  Arms, chest, shoulders, and the tops of his hips were littered in scars of varying sizes.

Changing the bandages on his wrist, he paused, allowing his fingers to graze over the stitches.  When he had cut into his wrist, he had dig in so deep that the stitches had to stay in longer.  He had to change the bandages daily, and Setsuna hated it.

Lately, Setsuna hated a lot of things.  He hated his parents, his life, himself.  He hated the place he was currently was at, therapy, having to keep a journal, the rules.  At this point, Setsuna hated everything.  One of his journal entries was a list of things he hated.  That went on for three pages, front and back.  Things on that list that he truly hated, he went over with a highlighter.  That process took about two hours.

Other then that entry, and his very first entry, all of his entries went with what part of his disorder he went through.  He had more depression entries then mania entries.  The one entry that made him mad was when he went through a mania 'spell', as he put it, and had hit on Kira when they were stuck in their room.  They next day, Setsuna told Kira not to every tell anyone.

Sighing, Setsuna grabbed the book he had borrowed from Rosiel, opened it to the page he was on, and began reading.  He was so engrossed in the book, he didn't realize that someone had opened the door and entered the room.

Sara went to the bed her brother was on, and laid down next to him, "Good book?" She questioned.

"Very, Rosiel has good taste." Setsuna replied, marking his page before turning to Sara.  "Did you have a nice visit with mom and dad?"

Sara shook her head.  "Mom got bitchy when I told her you weren't coming, then blamed dad for the fact that we're here."

"Of course she would." Setsuna muttered.  "She's always blaming him for everything."

Sara nodded.  "I'm sorry you got stuck living with her."

Setsuna shrugged.  "She was gone most of the time."

"That's not such a good thing." Sara commented solemnly.  "Well, I just came by to say good night." She kissed his cheek.  "Night, Big Brother."

"Night Sara." Waving, Sara left, walking past Kira, who was entering the room.  Rolling his eyes, Setsuna went back to reading.

"What was she doing here?" Kira asked.

"Talking to me.  We are related after all." Setsuna replied.  Placing his book on the bed, he got up and grabbed a shirt.  "I take it that it's lights out?"

"No.  It's just time for everyone to be in their rooms." Kira said.

"Alright." Setsuna pulled the shirt over his head, and then laid back down.  He picked up the book again and started reading. 

Rolling his eyes, Kira went to the stereo and turned it on.  Grabbing his Alkaline Trio CD, he popped it in then turned up the volume as far as he could before orderlies would come into the room and turn it off.  As the heavy bass poured into the room, Kira flopped down on the bed, his head bobbing to the beat.

Setsuna looked up from his book, glaring at Kira.  He knew telling him to turn the music off wouldn't work, since he doubted Kira could hear anything over the loud music.  Growling, Setsuna got up and went over to the stereo. And turned the volume knob with a quick spin.  The spinning stopped when it went down as far as it could go.

"Hey! Turn that back on!" Kira ordered angrily.

"It's not off." Setsuna stated flatly.  "I just turned it down so I can hear in the morning."

"Then turn it back up!"

"No." Setsuna went back to his bed and started reading again.  Fuming, Kira got up and turned the volume back up.  Again, Setsuna got up from the bed, only this time he headed for the plug.

"Kira stepped in front of him.  "Leave it alone." He growled.

"No.  I came in here because it was quiet and it's going to stay that way." Setsuna said, looking up at Kira.  Angry brown met pissed off brown.  Setsuna was half a head shorter then Kira.  He couldn't help but look away when he met Kira's piercing gaze, and looked at the stereo, then back at Kira.  "I don't want it that loud." Setsuna stated.

"Well, I do, so it's staying on." Kira retorted.

"Too bad, I'm shutting it off." Setsuna said, walking past Kira.  His had barely had a hold on the cord when a larger hand grabbed his wrist, and applied pressure.  Setsuna tried to jerk his hand away, but was unable too, and grimaced in pain.  "Let go!" Setsuna said, trying to backhand Kira.

Kira grabbed his wrist when Setsuna tried to hit him.  "I said that it's staying on." He stated, applying pressure to the blonde's wrist.

Setsuna winced at the new pain to his damaged wrist.  "Let go!" Setsuna said, trying to squirm from Kira's iron grasp, with no avail.

"Only if you leave the stereo alone." Kira whispered into Setsuna's ear.  He smirked when he felt the smaller boy shudder.

"Fine...now please let go." Setsuna begged.  "You're hurting me...." He added softly, barely audible.  He didn't like people knowing they were hurting him.  Kira loosened his grip in Setsuna's wrist, but didn't let go entirely.

"Kira, let go." Setsuna said, trying to get his wrist out of Kira's hands. However, even with Kira's lessened pressure, he still wasn't able too. 

"You're so weak." Kira muttered.  He moved one of Setsuna's hands into the other. Moving his now free hand to the hem of Setsuna's shirt, he started lifting. 

"W-what are you doing?!" Setsuna asked, backing away from the hand as it raised the shirt, and right into Kira.  Setsuna started to struggle, feeling trapped.  He stopped when he realized that he was rubbing against Kira's hips and chest.  Setsuna shivered, feeling one of Kira's large fingers traced a scar above his left hip.  "Your hands are cold..." Setsuna complained.

"That one doesn't look like it came from a broken CD." Kira commented.

Setsuna's eyes darkened. "That's because it's not."  He somehow managed to turn around enough to glare at Kira. "Now, let g—"  Setsuna was cut off when Kira's lips pressed roughly into his own.

Kira turned Setsuna all the way around, pressing him against the nearby wall, never breaking contact.  Slowly, his hand traveled up Setsuna's side, fingertips brushing against his skin.  He could feel Setsuna squirming, and gasping at the small touches.  He heard Setsuna moan as his thumb passed over his nipple. 

Setsuna couldn't help it.  He wanted nothing more then to push Kira away from him.  However, even if he did have use of his hands, he doubted his would be able to push him away.  And truthfully, he wasn't sure he even wanted too, even if his mind was screaming for him to do so.  He groaned when Kira bit down on his bottom lip, sucking on it.  He willingly allowed Kira's entrance. 

Kira smiled into the kiss, enjoying Setsuna's reaction.  When Setsuna parted his lips, Kira surged forward, tongue gliding over tongue.  Setsuna moaned, and returned Kira's advances, when he felt the tip of the taller boy's tongue graze over the roof of his mouth.  Kira finally pulled away, pulling on Setsuna's bottom lip as he went.

Setsuna stood there, staring at Kira, panting heavily.  He could clearly see the lust in Kira's eyes, and truthfully, it scared him a little.  Kira smirked.  "Night, kid." He said, releasing Setsuna's wrist, and headed to his bed.

Setsuna was too shocked to be angry, or to produce a coherent though.  "Night...."  He muttered, pushing off the wall and went to his bed.  He didn't sleep that night.   As too why, he concluded it to be a mixture of his disorder, and from him constantly thinking.