ne...Tanuki-dono...i think you killed my pairing. now all i want to write is sei/sub! though...it keeps turning out so creepy...ah well much love to you.. lovelovelovelove! -fireun
Cornering Subaru was an art form. One couldn't merely sneak up, one had to properly stalk. Fear not only had to be inspired, it had to be cultivated.
It was deliciously addictive, the insecurity, the apprehension in the other mans face. He could smell it, a slight musk in the air, almost taste it in the sweat on Subaru's neck. He adored the minute trembling that shattered the image of the proud man held captive in his arms.
"Ne, Su-ba-ru..." He murmured, delighting in the way his voice inspired a shiver, goose-bumps, and arousal.
It was the arousal that let Seishiro know he was utterly in charge of the situation. The fact that he could terrorize and at the same time tempt made the situation all the more enjoyable.
His Subaru. His delightful, addictive Subaru. It was the hunter in him that was drawn to the fear, the anger, but it was the man that reveled in the little gasps, the shaky whimpers. The two together combined into a feast for the senses beyond compare.
Which is why no one else was allowed to touch- Subaru was his and his alone.
"Where were you going, Subaru-kun?" Seishiro inquired, smiling. The uncertainty in Subaru's eyes was simply priceless. Seishiro couldn't resist…He drew back, pulled free a pack of cigarettes, and politely offered one to the young man, knowing he had acquired that particular vice a few years ago.
It was almost as if he were paralyzed. Subaru stood still and silent, sure something terrible was going to happen, and that he was sure to be the victim. Never in his experience had Seishiro randomly become uninterested like this, and Subaru was unwilling to trust that he was free to flee.
He wanted to though, and hated himself for wanting it. Seishiro had seen that look in Subaru's eyes countless times, the desire and hatred of same. It was a charming combination, and it made Seishiro smile.
"Hey, Subaru, why don't we get some ice cream? If I remember correctly you are fond of sweets."
Seishiro had the distinct pleasure of causing complete and utter bafflement on Subaru's part with that simple, innocuous suggestion. He almost preened, so pleased was he with himself. A dumbfounded Subaru was not as…delectable as an angry or frightened one, but it was a rare feast indeed. It was so hard to catch the young man off guard.
He threw an arm over Subaru's shoulders, pleased with the way he felt the man shudder at the contact. This was his personal vice, tormenting, tempting, teasing the young man, seeing how far his control would stretch, how much he could take. Thus far he hadn't managed to actually break the man- Subaru still had his hatred to hold onto.
But, Seishiro reminded himself as he casually led the unresisting Subaru in search of ice cream, there was always tomorrow…