((Author's Notes – Second chapter. Somebody stop me! You may remember that the last chapter ended on big 'FLASHBACK!' …Well, I'm carrying on from there… Must warn you, I'm so hyper right now, I can't even read what I'm typing… Must've been that white powder I licked off Su-… Uh… nothing.))

Disclaimer – All the characters belong to Clamp. Of course they do. If they were drawn by, say, Kohato Hirano, drew X-1999, then it would be a lot more interesting, but by no means as much fun.

Come As You Are.

"So, Kamui…?"

The pretty bishounen looked up at his counterpart awkwardly. The fact that Fuuma was talking about someone else while pinning him to a wall and biting one of his fingers was enough to make him more than a little jealous.

"…So what?"

"Would you like to join Seishirou-san and I at a last party?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"Whether you and the Sakurazukamori are going to be touching me up the whole time."

"Of course not, Kamui-kun."

"…"

"…Sei-chan will be much too busy touching the Sumeragi up to pay any attention to you."

Kamui squeaked indignantly and went a lovely fuchsia pink, "You think he thinks Subaru-san's better than me!"

"Yes."

"…Do you think Subaru's better than me?"

Fuuma grinned and licked the bloody bite mark on Kamui's finger. The other dragon shuddered. "Of course not, Kamui-kun. You're more delightfully masochistic than he is."

The tomato ripened a bit more, then preceded to melt as /Kamui/ leant over and bit down on his collarbone.

"So that's a yes?"

"Just… ah!... shut up…"

"Good." With a sinister smirk, the sadist carried on molesting his uke.

Meanwhile…

"How many times do I have to say it! Get out!"

Subaru was having issues with the foot jammed in his doorway. It was a quite handsome foot; shoed in black leather with a shiny, discreet buckle off to one side. But, despite it's obvious good upbringing, wealth and good intentions, the foot was most unwelcome and hard-pushed to leave.

The foot spoke, "…Subaru-kun, I just want to talk!"

Looking up from the foot to it's owner, Subaru glared at Seishirou through the gap in the doorway, "…Talk?"

"Yes, Subaru, talk."

"…Nothing else?"

"I promise, Subaru. I'm not planning any kind of molestation, sadistic sexual games, or other entertaining pastimes."

"…" Subaru relaxed his hold on the door a little, starting to step back.

"…That's not until later."

Seishirou grunted in mild pain as the door started to crush his poor foot again, as Subaru threw himself against it and held it as tightly as he could with the air of a person trying to stop an enraged bull from breaking down the door, even though he knew it was useless. If the bull wanted to break the china, then no pissy uke was going to stop it.

For a moment, it looked suspiciously like Subaru was going to win the fight with the foot. Then, something dangerous sparked behind the door and Subaru immediately let go, stepping back and letting the door go. Seishirou strode in, looking pleased, returning the two black slips of paper to his inside pocket.

Sunglasses and typical black badass outfit. As always. It was almost disappointing.

"Thank you, Subaru. I didn't want to have to break the door down."

"…What do you want?" Subaru was cautious.

"Fuuma-kun and I…"

Fuuma-what!

"…Were talking earlier, about the fact that-…"

Since when did you talk to that sadistic bastard!

"…We're all going to die." Seishirou stopped. He blinked at his lover/nemesis/twin star/property, "…Subaru-kun, what did I just say?"

"What?" The Sumeragi was fuming quietly. Jealous much? "I heard. You and /Kamui/ were talking about the world ending… or something…"

"Not quite, but it's basically the same principal. And, well, we thought that maybe it was about time we actually had some fun."

"…F-fun?" Subaru knew the kind of 'fun' that Seishirou was probably thinking of. And he didn't like it. Well, not much, anyway. Okay, so he did like it. But not with Fuuma involved. Sumeragi strike zone was between 33 and 35 years old only. He didn't date graduates. And he definitely didn't have 'fun' with them.

"Yes, fun. I've spoken to Fuuma about it, and he has gone to ask Kamui." Seishirou paused. He wondered, absently, how Fuuma intended to 'ask' Kamui…

.:You know that he's just going to coerce him into going via a mix of seduction, sadism, and guilt-tripping:.

'I know, but it's fun to think about…'

.:My, my. What would Subaru think if he knew you were fantasizing about the Kamuis? Voyeuristic bastard:.

'Shut up. I knew perfectly well how much you like to watch, too…'

.:I'm a tree. It's my only source of sexual gratification:.

'…That's besides the point.'

"Seishirou-san?"

"Hm?" Seishirou looked up, blinked, then flashed a cheerful smile.

"…Who were you talking to?"

"A voyeuristic pervert."

.:I heard that:.

'Bite me.'

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, nothing. So, Subaru-kun, are you coming to the party tonight?"

"…Well, I don't know…"

"Please?" A little persuasion never hurt anyone. Stepping closer, Seishirou's arm hooked around the Sumeragi's shoulders and he pulled him into an erotic-looking position. "It won't be the same if you don't go."

"U-urp…" Blinking rapidly, Subaru's hand reached up and touched the edge of the sunglasses. Seishirou didn't react. Encouraged, Subaru pulled them off gently and blinked as he saw Seishirou was staring at him.

"Something on my face, Subaru?"

"N-no… uh… Fine, I'll come."

"Good." Seishirou let him go.

With a soft 'whoomp', Subaru fell onto his backside on the floor. Frowning and letting out an indignant 'hey!', he struggled back to his feet and resisted the urge to rub his backside. That had hurt.

"H-hey!"

"Yes?" Seishirou had been about to put his sunglasses back on.

"…H-how come Kamui always gets some, and I don't?"

Seishirou smirked.

.:…He's a horny kid, isn't he:.

'You keep out of this.'

.:Oh, go on. He's getting desperate:.

'…You only want me to so that you can watch.'

.:Your point:.

"Because you are supposed to be more mature than Kamui."

"…" Subaru pouted and looked away. He didn't get any when he was sixteen, either.

"But…" Seishirou's hand crept up to his lover's cheek and cupped it gently, "…Seeing as someone is so insistent today, I think…"

Subaru coloured and then sighed softly as the assassin kissed him tenderly but a little awkwardly.

Perhaps the lack of Seishirou and Subaru together-ness was all down to nervousness on the Sakurazukamori's part?

…Nah.

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.:Lani:. This has to stop. It's getting ridiculous.

.:Seishirou:. Tell me about it.

.:Fuuma:. I'm-…

.:Lani:. Enjoying it! Of course you are! But the readers aren't! Right! Please tell me to stop before I do something I'll regret. Like karaoke. And drunk Kamui and Subaru…

.:Subaru&Kamui:. !

.:Sakura:. …When am I actually going to get an appearance in one of your fics?

.:Lani:. When I want you to.

.:Sakura:. …I hate you. Treating me like a pet…

.:Seishirou:. If you're anyone's pet, that would be mine, wouldn't it?

.:Sakura:. …I prefer to think of myself as more of an appliance, really…

.:Subaru:. Like a paper shredder?

.:Sakura:. Something like that…

.:Kamui:. I don't drink! XO

.:Fuuma:. –Grin-

.:Lani:. …Someone call the Uke Preservation Society before this gets out of hand.

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