((Author's Notes - Well, here we go. Another chapter to appease everyone. Gahhh... I'm having to juggle two SeiXSu fics at the moment. This one, and 'Anata'. Could you please send me your opinions on which one to continue with? I'm a little... uhh... snowed under. I'd still update the other, only not as frequently. School's started again for us British kids, you know? And whaddy'a all mean, small chapters? I have balance this lot with school work, y'know!))
Disclaimer - I don't own anything. Nothing. Zilch, nada, nothing. The CLAMP mistresses own all of the stuff in this fic. Oh... no... wait!! I own the layout to Subaru's apartment! Yeah!! -CLAMP swoops down. Meep- ...I guess not, then.......
Ketsueki
Part III
"Subaru-kun...?" Seishirou raised his head from where he was laying on the bed. It was... almost an hour since he saw the Sumeragi depart into the bathroom, and Seishirou was starting to worry. Of course, no shower took up the best part of an hour, especially if Subaru had a job. So what...?
Sitting up, biting down on his lip hard to stop him crying out in pain, he finally got to his feet. The room spun, and his head ached. Loss of blood, probably, his mind told him. But still, he didn't really care why it hurt so much. The fact was, it hurt.
Half-walking, half-stumbling to the door, he leant against the wall for a moment, breathing heavily. Reaching up, his pale fingertips brushed over the wound very lightly, testing it. The flesh surrounding it tensed as he did so, and Seishirou let out a hollow groan of pain. Subaru had done a... good job of trying to kill him. Chances were, he'd be safe inside the sakura by now, had not Subaru intruded.
Still, now to the job at hand.
Raising a blood-stained hand, he knocked on the door very lightly, "...Subaru-kun...?" He could hear the sound of rushing water. No answer from inside the bathroom. Lowering his hand, ignoring the red patch left on the door, he took hold of the handle lightly. Couldn't turn it. Seishirou wasn't surprised. His Subaru-kun probably expected some kind of lechery from the older man. With good reason, too.
Still, a locked door couldn't keep out such an accomplished onmyouji as the Sakurazukamori. Although he would rather just use the door normally. After all, he wasn't really in a condition to be doing much. Then again, Seishirou could be stubborn enough, when he put his mind to it.
Closing his mismatched eyes, Seishirou's fingertips brushed across the doorknob lightly, and a small red pentagram was marked there. It glowed briefly for a moment, and there was a small click and the door opened. So perhaps it wasn't such a huge exertion, but in his present state, Seishirou was feeling none too powerful.
The scene that greeting his sight upon stepping into the bathroom was not what he expected.
Subaru was still lying where he had fallen, his shirt now soaked from the shower, which he was half-way inside. It was still on, and sending waves of cold water all over him. Subaru was shivering, and on his back and shoulders, the shirt was stained red.
Despite himself, Seishirou felt his eyes grow wide, "...Subaru-kun....?" No answer, "...Subaru-kun!" Diving forward, kneeling, the excruciating pain in his chest became just another dull ache. Like the one that was building in his chest.
"Subaru-kun...! Wake up!" A hand, red with his own blood, reached out and he shook Subaru by the shoulder slightly, eyes wide, "...Subaru-kun, this isn't funny! Stop playing around...!" Still no response.
"...Wake up, damn you..!" Seishirou reached out, hitting the boy savagely across the face. The Sumeragi let out a cry, opening his eyes, where tears were rapidly starting to build up, "S-Seishirou-san... d-don't... please don't hit me..."
Relief and guilt washed over Seishirou like water, and he leant forward, about to embrace the Sumeragi. Apprehension lit up the Sumeragi's eyes and he backed away, whining pitifully. Seishirou felt something spark in the back of his mind and he stayed still, returning his hand to the wound on his chest, "What happened?" His voice was cold, empty.
"...I... I don't... I sat down... and I just... like I was... fading."
Seishirou made sure to keep the concern, the growing ache in his chest, out of his voice, here."
Subaru, unsurprisingly, didn't comply. He pulled further away, actually, "W-why...?" And, bolder now, "I don't trust you, Seishirou-san."
"With good reason. But still, come here." Seishirou was losing patience.
"Just tell me what you're gonna do!" Subaru sounded like a five-year-old. Or a sixteen-year-old, actually.
"Subaru-kun, I have plenty of experience with pets. Now come here."
((Random Author Insert - ...Ouch. Burn...))
Subaru visibly blanched at the remark, but allowed himself to come forward. No matter how much the Sakurazukamori ticked him off, Subaru had to admit that he needed medical attention, and Seishirou would know what to do. Or, have some kind of idea, at any rate.
Crawling forward, tentatively, on hands and knees, trying to put away the image, knowing how provocative it looked. But, of course, Seishirou wouldn't. Smirking down at him, one eyebrow arched coyly, he watched with the kind of calm, seductive gaze that made Subaru want to hit him across the face, and dive into his arms, all at the same time. Neither of which were very possible, of course.
Finally, the Sumeragi seated himself just beside Seishirou, albeit rather tentatively. Soon, he felt the other man's hands in his hair, parting it lightly to look at the skin underneath. Seishirou's fingertips brushed the sensitive skin of his scalp and Subaru felt himself shudder. How could something as mundane as looking at an injury into something so intimate? Forcing his body under control, he spoke, to calm his nerves more than anything. His fingers twitched, and he realised he was dying for a cigarette.
"...How bad is it?"
"...Hm. Not so bad. What did you do, bang your head against the wall...?"
"Now that won't do. I can't have my Subaru-kun indulging in self-harm, I love him too much." A chilling laugh, and Seishirou's hands lowered, brushing across the back of Subaru's neck before hooking under the Sumeragi's arms and pulling him into a tender, intimate hug.
Seishirou was smiling. Turning his head to the side, his breath on Subaru's neck made the Sumeragi stiffen and a sharp intake of breath was heard. A smug satisfaction, that he could invoke such a reaction. The Sakurazukamori tightened his arms across his prey's chest, pulling him closer. In his ear, he whispered, very softly, "...I hurt you that much, Subaru-kun...? I wish you wouldn't. You're only hurting yourself more by resisting, and you know it."
The veterinarian's hand ran up the lithe, slender body, and he cupped the Sumeragi's cheek in his palm, turning his face to look into the deep green eyes.
This close, Seishirou's blind eye was truely scary, Subaru thought absently. But then, Subaru loved that eye. For all it's ugly, blind properties, he loved it. That was the old Seishirou. He lost that eye for him, and it would always be there to remind Seishirou of the fact. Somewhere, Subaru felt a small swell of something that was not quite happiness. More... danger. Thrilling, electrifying danger. The thrill of the chase, apparently. Was this what Seishirou felt for him...? This thrill, that made his blood race and his heart beat so hard.
He could felt Seishirou's heart, he realised, with almost numb disbelief. Against his back, the Sakurazukamori's chest was throbbing, it felt like. His heart was hammering so hard, it would almost break out.
"...Y'you're.... nervous...? Seishirou...-san...?"
The gaze with which Seishirou had been watching his darling Subaru-kun's face with solidified, and he seemed to grow visibly colder. It was only then he realised how hard his heart was beating, how fast his pulse was racing.
Anger. Anger than he would, could, feel like this. It couldn't be Subaru. The Sumeragi couldn't provoke such a reaction. Sumeragi Subaru was just a toy. A plaything to grow tired of, evantually, and to break, and throw away.
...Then why haven't you?...
'Keep out of this.'
...No...
'I said, keep out of it!'
...And who are you to tell me what to do, Sakurazukamori?...
'...Shut up. You know nothing.'
...I know enough to know that the Sumeragi is breaking you in half...
'Are you implying that I can't handle this?? Your stupid Bet...???'
...I am implying that this stupid game has gone on too long. That you are getting too... emotionally attacted...
'...Emotionally attatched? Me? I'm heartless.'
...Then what is that beating in your chest? And why does it beat faster, whenever you are close to your darling Sumeragi?...
'...I'm heartless. Shut up.'
"Seishirou-san...?"
"...I'm not nervous."
"B-but... your heart.... you-..."
"When I want your opinion, Subaru-kun, I'll.... I don't want your opinion."
Stung, the intimacy shattered by the harsh tone his lover's voice had taken on, Subaru attempted to pull out of the Sakurazukamori's hold, but his arms were like cold vices, and he felt himself weakening.
Slowly, delicately, Seishirou leant forward. A pair of pale, sensual lips pressed against his neck as he whispered a soft 'Shhhhhh...' Subaru froze at the kiss. Slowly, he felt himself buckle, falling back. How could such a small token bring such a reaction? Subaru was disgusted with himself, and pulled up, or attempted to. Seishirou was holding him tightly where he had slipped, the Sumeragi's head cradled against his chest, in his arms.
No time for sweetness, but a bitter kiss will bring him to his knees.
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.:Lani:. Is it me, or are these chapters getting smaller?
.:Subaru:. It's not just you.
.:Lani:. Oh well. That line just popped into my head and I wanted to end it on a cool line... so...
.:Lyndsey:. OI!!
.:Lani:. ??? What the hell are you doing here?!
.:Lyndsey:. That's MY QUOTE!
.:Lani:. Eh? Oh. Yeah. Well... y'know. Heh. It suited the situation.
.:Lyndsey:. -Grinds teeth in the corner-
.:Lani:. Oh, go away. You're not in this fic. Shoo. -Pushes away-
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Disclaimer - I don't own anything. Nothing. Zilch, nada, nothing. The CLAMP mistresses own all of the stuff in this fic. Oh... no... wait!! I own the layout to Subaru's apartment! Yeah!! -CLAMP swoops down. Meep- ...I guess not, then.......
Ketsueki
Part III
"Subaru-kun...?" Seishirou raised his head from where he was laying on the bed. It was... almost an hour since he saw the Sumeragi depart into the bathroom, and Seishirou was starting to worry. Of course, no shower took up the best part of an hour, especially if Subaru had a job. So what...?
Sitting up, biting down on his lip hard to stop him crying out in pain, he finally got to his feet. The room spun, and his head ached. Loss of blood, probably, his mind told him. But still, he didn't really care why it hurt so much. The fact was, it hurt.
Half-walking, half-stumbling to the door, he leant against the wall for a moment, breathing heavily. Reaching up, his pale fingertips brushed over the wound very lightly, testing it. The flesh surrounding it tensed as he did so, and Seishirou let out a hollow groan of pain. Subaru had done a... good job of trying to kill him. Chances were, he'd be safe inside the sakura by now, had not Subaru intruded.
Still, now to the job at hand.
Raising a blood-stained hand, he knocked on the door very lightly, "...Subaru-kun...?" He could hear the sound of rushing water. No answer from inside the bathroom. Lowering his hand, ignoring the red patch left on the door, he took hold of the handle lightly. Couldn't turn it. Seishirou wasn't surprised. His Subaru-kun probably expected some kind of lechery from the older man. With good reason, too.
Still, a locked door couldn't keep out such an accomplished onmyouji as the Sakurazukamori. Although he would rather just use the door normally. After all, he wasn't really in a condition to be doing much. Then again, Seishirou could be stubborn enough, when he put his mind to it.
Closing his mismatched eyes, Seishirou's fingertips brushed across the doorknob lightly, and a small red pentagram was marked there. It glowed briefly for a moment, and there was a small click and the door opened. So perhaps it wasn't such a huge exertion, but in his present state, Seishirou was feeling none too powerful.
The scene that greeting his sight upon stepping into the bathroom was not what he expected.
Subaru was still lying where he had fallen, his shirt now soaked from the shower, which he was half-way inside. It was still on, and sending waves of cold water all over him. Subaru was shivering, and on his back and shoulders, the shirt was stained red.
Despite himself, Seishirou felt his eyes grow wide, "...Subaru-kun....?" No answer, "...Subaru-kun!" Diving forward, kneeling, the excruciating pain in his chest became just another dull ache. Like the one that was building in his chest.
"Subaru-kun...! Wake up!" A hand, red with his own blood, reached out and he shook Subaru by the shoulder slightly, eyes wide, "...Subaru-kun, this isn't funny! Stop playing around...!" Still no response.
"...Wake up, damn you..!" Seishirou reached out, hitting the boy savagely across the face. The Sumeragi let out a cry, opening his eyes, where tears were rapidly starting to build up, "S-Seishirou-san... d-don't... please don't hit me..."
Relief and guilt washed over Seishirou like water, and he leant forward, about to embrace the Sumeragi. Apprehension lit up the Sumeragi's eyes and he backed away, whining pitifully. Seishirou felt something spark in the back of his mind and he stayed still, returning his hand to the wound on his chest, "What happened?" His voice was cold, empty.
"...I... I don't... I sat down... and I just... like I was... fading."
Seishirou made sure to keep the concern, the growing ache in his chest, out of his voice, here."
Subaru, unsurprisingly, didn't comply. He pulled further away, actually, "W-why...?" And, bolder now, "I don't trust you, Seishirou-san."
"With good reason. But still, come here." Seishirou was losing patience.
"Just tell me what you're gonna do!" Subaru sounded like a five-year-old. Or a sixteen-year-old, actually.
"Subaru-kun, I have plenty of experience with pets. Now come here."
((Random Author Insert - ...Ouch. Burn...))
Subaru visibly blanched at the remark, but allowed himself to come forward. No matter how much the Sakurazukamori ticked him off, Subaru had to admit that he needed medical attention, and Seishirou would know what to do. Or, have some kind of idea, at any rate.
Crawling forward, tentatively, on hands and knees, trying to put away the image, knowing how provocative it looked. But, of course, Seishirou wouldn't. Smirking down at him, one eyebrow arched coyly, he watched with the kind of calm, seductive gaze that made Subaru want to hit him across the face, and dive into his arms, all at the same time. Neither of which were very possible, of course.
Finally, the Sumeragi seated himself just beside Seishirou, albeit rather tentatively. Soon, he felt the other man's hands in his hair, parting it lightly to look at the skin underneath. Seishirou's fingertips brushed the sensitive skin of his scalp and Subaru felt himself shudder. How could something as mundane as looking at an injury into something so intimate? Forcing his body under control, he spoke, to calm his nerves more than anything. His fingers twitched, and he realised he was dying for a cigarette.
"...How bad is it?"
"...Hm. Not so bad. What did you do, bang your head against the wall...?"
"Now that won't do. I can't have my Subaru-kun indulging in self-harm, I love him too much." A chilling laugh, and Seishirou's hands lowered, brushing across the back of Subaru's neck before hooking under the Sumeragi's arms and pulling him into a tender, intimate hug.
Seishirou was smiling. Turning his head to the side, his breath on Subaru's neck made the Sumeragi stiffen and a sharp intake of breath was heard. A smug satisfaction, that he could invoke such a reaction. The Sakurazukamori tightened his arms across his prey's chest, pulling him closer. In his ear, he whispered, very softly, "...I hurt you that much, Subaru-kun...? I wish you wouldn't. You're only hurting yourself more by resisting, and you know it."
The veterinarian's hand ran up the lithe, slender body, and he cupped the Sumeragi's cheek in his palm, turning his face to look into the deep green eyes.
This close, Seishirou's blind eye was truely scary, Subaru thought absently. But then, Subaru loved that eye. For all it's ugly, blind properties, he loved it. That was the old Seishirou. He lost that eye for him, and it would always be there to remind Seishirou of the fact. Somewhere, Subaru felt a small swell of something that was not quite happiness. More... danger. Thrilling, electrifying danger. The thrill of the chase, apparently. Was this what Seishirou felt for him...? This thrill, that made his blood race and his heart beat so hard.
He could felt Seishirou's heart, he realised, with almost numb disbelief. Against his back, the Sakurazukamori's chest was throbbing, it felt like. His heart was hammering so hard, it would almost break out.
"...Y'you're.... nervous...? Seishirou...-san...?"
The gaze with which Seishirou had been watching his darling Subaru-kun's face with solidified, and he seemed to grow visibly colder. It was only then he realised how hard his heart was beating, how fast his pulse was racing.
Anger. Anger than he would, could, feel like this. It couldn't be Subaru. The Sumeragi couldn't provoke such a reaction. Sumeragi Subaru was just a toy. A plaything to grow tired of, evantually, and to break, and throw away.
...Then why haven't you?...
'Keep out of this.'
...No...
'I said, keep out of it!'
...And who are you to tell me what to do, Sakurazukamori?...
'...Shut up. You know nothing.'
...I know enough to know that the Sumeragi is breaking you in half...
'Are you implying that I can't handle this?? Your stupid Bet...???'
...I am implying that this stupid game has gone on too long. That you are getting too... emotionally attacted...
'...Emotionally attatched? Me? I'm heartless.'
...Then what is that beating in your chest? And why does it beat faster, whenever you are close to your darling Sumeragi?...
'...I'm heartless. Shut up.'
"Seishirou-san...?"
"...I'm not nervous."
"B-but... your heart.... you-..."
"When I want your opinion, Subaru-kun, I'll.... I don't want your opinion."
Stung, the intimacy shattered by the harsh tone his lover's voice had taken on, Subaru attempted to pull out of the Sakurazukamori's hold, but his arms were like cold vices, and he felt himself weakening.
Slowly, delicately, Seishirou leant forward. A pair of pale, sensual lips pressed against his neck as he whispered a soft 'Shhhhhh...' Subaru froze at the kiss. Slowly, he felt himself buckle, falling back. How could such a small token bring such a reaction? Subaru was disgusted with himself, and pulled up, or attempted to. Seishirou was holding him tightly where he had slipped, the Sumeragi's head cradled against his chest, in his arms.
No time for sweetness, but a bitter kiss will bring him to his knees.
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.:Lani:. Is it me, or are these chapters getting smaller?
.:Subaru:. It's not just you.
.:Lani:. Oh well. That line just popped into my head and I wanted to end it on a cool line... so...
.:Lyndsey:. OI!!
.:Lani:. ??? What the hell are you doing here?!
.:Lyndsey:. That's MY QUOTE!
.:Lani:. Eh? Oh. Yeah. Well... y'know. Heh. It suited the situation.
.:Lyndsey:. -Grinds teeth in the corner-
.:Lani:. Oh, go away. You're not in this fic. Shoo. -Pushes away-
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