((Author's Notes - Alright. Now, this chapter was kind of stolen from Angelic Intervention, but I've made around a hundred million subtle changes, and a few huge ones. Kudos go out to Kouri, for not crucifying me. xD If she does anyway... well... I'll revoke this chapter. But I would beg not to! Oh, and many sorrys for taking so long with this fic!))

Disclaimer - I don't own the characters or locations. -Nod- I own Christa, Meowea, Lisa, Lyndsey, Ozzy, Nemo, and the rest of The Yaoi Club. Well... not really... I ALSO OWN THE SORBET!

Kishuu

Part V

This was... an entirely surreal situation. Here he was, sitting in his own kitchen/dining room with the ultra-cool, ultra-heartless, ultra-scary Sakurazukamori. And that same person seemed hell-bent on attending to all of his wishes, however minor. It was unnerving Subaru, and he was almost scared.

Even as he shovelled the last of his pasta into his mouth, he had to wonder when the torture would end. Apparently, not yet. Even as he set the knife and fork onto the plate and glanced up for his white wine, he saw Seishirou standing up and swooping down to collect his plate with a soft, confidential smile. That smile made him worry, almost to the point of panic. When Seishirou smiled so pleasantly, he knew better than to think he was being sincere.

Yet, dinner had passed with no interruptions. No qualms. Completely clear-sailing, from what he could see. The food was nice, the wine was nice, and the decor was nicer. Even as Seishirou disappeared into the kitchen, he reached out and picked up a small petal and played the pink satin between his fingertips delicately. Yes, they were real.

Interesting.

Even as Seishirou turned around again, two glass bowls of something sticky and sweet in his hands, Subaru dropped the petal as if it burnt his fingers. Looking up, almost guiltily, as he lover/nemesis re-entered the room, he almost failed to notice the dessert he was holding. Well, almost.

It was two bowls of strawberry sorbet. Topped with actual strawberries. And the delicate smile on Seishirou's face made it clear just what he intended by serving up sorbet. Now that intentions and innuendoes weren't always thick in the air whenever Seishirou was around, but this was a special occasion. Well, in a way, anyway.

As the Sakurazukamori set the glass bowl down in front of him with a small silver spoon and took his own seat, Sumeragi Subaru had to wonder what the hell was going on. Up until around two days ago, he had been spending his afternoons rather boringly. Bolting down a quick dinner, then spending the rest of the afternoon in some kind of half-empty, half-angsty stupor. Then again, for the Sumeragi to descend into angst wasn't entirely abnormal.

Taking a mouthful of the sorbet, he gasped softly as the cold touched his tongue and felt his arms flick up a little. Just a natural reaction, and he hadn't really been expecting it to be so cold. This flinging up of arms subsequently tipped over the glass of wine that Seishirou had so thoughtfully refilled moments before.

Giving a little cry as the cold liquid rushed into his trousers, hitting knee, thigh and painfully near to a rather sensitive area, he failed to notice Seishirou standing. What he did notice, however, was the Sakurazukamori returning with a dishcloth. And he noticed even more acutely as Seishirou knelt beside him, dabbing at his crotch almost tenderly with the cloth.

Subaru froze. Painfully aware of where Seishirou's fingers were brushing, he looked down, his entire body rigid. Seishirou smiled back up at him, and proceded to make an admonishing clicking noise with his tongue. Even as he watched this, Subaru felt himself squirm a little. Just thinking of Seishirou's tongue when the older man was touching him like this.

Now, the poor Sumeragi's divestment was becoming painfully obvious. No. Seishirou was taking another trip up the inside of his thigh. If he found out just how much Subaru was enjoying, or rather, not enjoying this... Well... it didn't bear thinking about.

Just as Seishirou's hand lifted to bring the cloth down on the Sumeragi's trousers (Which were growing steadily tighter), Subaru reached up and grabbed his wrist.

"N-No. I'm fine. Don't w-worry about it."

"But Subaru-kun... you've got wine all over your.... yourself."

".....It's fine. I'll take a shower later, and change my clothes. Just.... just leave it. Please."

The note of urgency on Subaru's words slipped out unnoticed, and he quickly averted his eyes from where he'd been looking at Seishirou's face. Seishirou wasn't helping the situation, as a rather pointed smirk was highlighting his features.

"Alright then, Subaru-kun. If you're sure." He stood. Standing for a few seconds, he finally put on a pleasant smile. Leaning forward, his eyes glittering rather maliciously, he brought his face close to Subaru's. Ah, to be this close to the Sumeragi... But no. Even as he whispered into his lover's ear, he felt him stiffen as warm breath crept over the back of his neck.

"...You can give me my hand back now, Subaru."

Ignoring the way Subaru immediately released the Sakurazukamori's wrist, he laughed softly. Dropping the cloth to the ground, wasted, he brought the hand up to cup the Sumeragi's cheek tenderly. "...I've thought of a better use for it."

Turning Subaru's face towards him, noting painfully the way he looked perfectly terrified, he studied him. A very beautiful face, it had to be said. All fine lines, soft curves. No harsh angles. Perfect. And the eyes... perfect emeralds. But they were glittering with tears now. No, please don't cry, Subaru-kun...

Leaning closer, he brought his lips down onto the Sumeragi. The young man's lips tasted of strawberry sorbet and something sweeter. Expecting him to pull away, Seishirou was surprised when his prey didn't. On the contary, he felt a hand at his chest, which tightened on his shirt and held him still.

Perhaps it was just lasting arousal from his tender treatment. Probably. Something like that can confuse the mind, of course. But...

No. He shouldn't be thinking about this. Subaru didn't love him.

...Yes he does...

'Don't you dare start!'

...Why not?...

'...Because... because I don't want a Tree setting me up with another man. How about that? And besides, you're wrong'

...Well, don't say I didn't warn you...

'...What do you mean?'

...I mean, quite literally... now... how was it....?

...Get in there...

'Shut up!'

Without warning, Seishirou pulled back from the kiss. Feeling the hand on his shirt tighten, he gave a small bitter laugh and reached down, detatching it. Retrieving the dishcloth, he raised it in a slight indication.

"...Don't get overconfident, Subaru-kun." And he left.

Subaru was left on the chair, breathing hard, flustered. And heartbroken.

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.:Lani:. Ack!! I hate you, Seishirou-san!!

.:Seishirou:. ...As I said before, I'm not the one who writes these. If I had my way, I'd've sc-... Mppphhhhhh!

.:Subaru:. -Having just covering Sei's mouth- ...That's a story for another time, Seishirou-san. Still... you wouldn't really lead me on like that, would you?

.:Lani:. Don't ask him that question. You won't like the answer.

.:Subaru:. TT You mean... you wouldn't?!

.:Lani:. o.O'''' ...I think someone's got confused somewhere allong the line. If he wouldn't... isn't that a good thing...?

.:Subaru:. ...Look who's talking. Miss. Hentai... Miss. Y Hentai....

.:Lani:. YUP! AND PROUD!

.:Subaru:. Not something ot be proud of...

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