Disclaimer: I do not own X. I own Sei-Sei's cat.
Author's Thanks 1: To Whitesakura the co-writer and to Irresistibly Cruel the wise advisor. And, last but not least, my lovely, lovely beta, Cait-hime-sama/
Other many thanks, not a bit fewer than those of the above, go to TrenchKamen for advising me about this story.
Author's Thanks 2: For Nancy from the new edition's first reviewer (thank you!), to Mana13 from AFF (thank you!), to Katana from AFF (how did you know Kamui's gonna have a puppy theme this chapter? You must have read my mind!) and to Starkitsune from (thank you so much!).
Author's Notes: This is the second edition, re-edited version of Equivocal since I've been feeling that the way the story was told the first time failed to hit the right spot in you readers and get the right result from you.
Disclaimer 2: This story is a non-humor satire, aimed to mock a certain way far too many writers focus on the yaoi quartet; Fuma-Kamui-Subaru-Seishiro.
Any OOC, over-the-top, non-canon and downright stupid behavior by the characters has its purposes and is NOT written out of the belief that this is how the characters are really or should really be.
Chapter 4: The Illicit
Kamui
A fresh breeze of pine scented air blew gently at Kamui's face as the fancy black wood, silver-framed door to Seishiro's apartment opened before him.
The coolness of the air was nothing but an effect; the air blowing from the apartment had indeed been changed in temperature by Seishiro's first class air conditioner, but it had not been turned to a temperature as low as Kamui sensed it. The air blew into the youth's face that was covered by a thin film of sweat and so it was registered as far colder than it really was.
The fresh pine smell was due to the cleaning lady's visit to the Sakurazukamori's apartment today. A same smelling aerosol Seishiro purchased once the cleaning lady made her choice of cleaning substances matched the scented cleaning liquid. He ordered the woman to spray the stuff into his wide-spaced apartment once every time she finishes her cleaning, just before she leaves. Due to the fact that Seishiro liked to keep his apartment at an artificial temperature he kept his apartment's large windows closed. The cleaning lady came twice a week and so the refreshing smell hung in his apartment's air constantly.
Kamui blinked a few times after noticing that he was still standing at the entrance to the apartment with the man to whom the apartment belonged behind him awaiting his next move patiently.
Swallowing nervously, Kamui stepped in. it was not just the air that was cool, it was Kamui's mind as well. Cool and numb like it is before battle, when you survey the place where you'll soon fight.
Was it the shock of his own actions; following Seishiro like that after such a hint of what might lay ahead of him that made Kamui suddenly numb and cold?
Was it the realization that he is walking into the private domain of the Sakurazukamori now and that after the older man closed the door behind him there might not be a way back, that these might be the very last seconds in which he would live and breathe?
Was it the fact that he had accepted Seishiro's invitation, completely understanding what he was invited to, despite Subaru, despite destiny, despite his love for Fuma?
He kicked his mind back to reality and took the first step into the apartment. The pale light of a single bulb above the door cast a golden halo into the house before Seishiro walked in behind Kamui and flicked the main light switch on.
Registering what lay before him made Kamui gasp.
This was some apartment the Sakurazukamori kept here!
It was so big Kamui could not see the whole of it, no matter how much he turned his head. Such wide spaced apartments were a luxury in Tokyo, no, in the whole of Japan.
As he looked to his left he could see the edge of Seishiro's fingers as they lay on the light panel. A silver panel controlling lights all over the apartment via a computerized system. Such technology, such sophistication!
The living room area, into which the apartment's door opened, was perhaps the biggest of the apartment's room.
Long, wide, terribly comfortable looking black leather sofas lay well organized in the wide space with a stylish silver and white marble modern designed coffee table half circled by the sofas.
To the left of the sofas stood an ebony chest topped by a large cutting edge stereo system. Speakers of various sizes spread across the living room space; one atop the stereo system, two on each side of the huge flat screen television, two others hung on the walls a little away from the television and VCR set and two at the entrance to the small but modern designed kitchen to the left of the living room space.
The television and VCR set, both in glistering silver plastic, lay on another, and wider, ebony chest.
The glass doors of the cabinet under the television held back a pile of various videocassettes, all bought, which Kamui could not recognise yet. If he could read the labels off their spines he would be surprised to find a variety of artistic movies, sophisticated east European movies, several well spoken of Cannes Festival winners' South American movies, all back to back with an amazingly large collection of gay porn videos.
The wall of the living room was made of bullet-proof glass sliding doors leading to a wide white marble balcony. Besides an ashtray, a simple plastic garden table and chair, only a large catnip pot plant stood in the large open-aired space.
To Kamui's right, a wide corridor opened leading to the master bedroom (the second biggest room in the house), the large bathroom equipped with a Jacuzzi, a bidet and a computerized temperature controlled shower.
Beyond the corridor, opposite to the bedroom, lay Seishiro's study containing several trinkets from his traditional home, a fully occupied bookcase (another mixture of literary masterpieces and fiction written specifically for its sex scenes), a small footpad complete with a mechanized massager and a large deep leather sofa to cuddle into and read in peace.
The Sakurazukamori's fax machine lay in his study; which is why Seishiro never bothered to lead Kamui there.
Seishiro stood behind the gasping boy and awaited his prey's next move to act out his plan.
Kamui turned his head to look at the little ebony table by the door. Seishiro's key set was placed there with a small metallic rattle that went ignored by Kamui a few minutes ago.
Next to it stood a small pile of unopened envelopes the cleaning lady placed there for her employer. Kamui scanned the envelopes as much as he could and gathered nothing new about the man behind him. There was a gas bill, an electricity bill, a water bill and a few meaningless commercial spam mails.
A bonsai tree stood on the table. It was a cherry tree, blooming with tiny pink flowers. Its branches were well trimmed and tamed to grow horizontally like a strange savannah tree. Its pot was white marble, cold and glistening.
To his surprise, Kamui noted a small toy by the bonsai's pot, a roughly made tweed mouse.
The sound of tiny bells caught his attention. He turned his head and saw a large sleek black cat gracefully stepping into the living room space. It eyed its owner with big yellow eyes which both recognized and dismissed Seishiro's presence then moved on to his food bowl by the kitchen's entrance.
Kamui felt his brow hurt a bit; unaware of it, he raised his eyebrows in wonder at the sight of a pet belonging to the man he so far thought of as a murderous cold-hearted bastard.
Toeing off his shoes unconsciously, Kamui stepped into the house and walked towards the feeding cat. His feet almost slipped on the shiny smooth parquet floor.
The youth crouched by the plump black cat and offered his hand for the animal to smell.
Once finished with his feeding (and not before that) the cat turned its head to Kamui, sniffed the air a bit and with a tiny shake to the tip of his tail walked back to Seishiro's study where he was napping on the large sofa before his owner's entrance disturbed his slumber.
"Gees, that's some snobbish cat you have here. What's its name?" Kamui climbed back to his feet while scrutinizing the shiny silver food and water bowel.
Seishiro did not answer him. Instead, he walked into his bedroom, while Kamui was courting his cat, and fetched what he wanted from there.
The cold realization struck Kamui again. His Seal comrades will wonder where he is and will interrogate him when he returns.
What will he tell them? That he went off deep into the Tokyo suburbs? That he lost his way and wandered around the city bewildered and confused? Will he lie so bluntly to the people who care for him? Could he?
And what will happen if Subaru would enquire him of his doing? Could he lie to this man who loves the owner of the luxurious apartment Kamui stood in right now?
His eyesight was snatched from him, cutting his train of thought off completely. He reached for his eyes and discovered the silk scarf he bought for his unlucky encounter with Fuma. Gentle tugs to his head meant that Seishiro was securing the blindfold carefully.
Fingers reached into his raven unruly bangs to slightly fluff them above the black strip. What Kamui thought as gentle caresses were mere arrangements of his hair back to esthetical condition.
He was, he realized, just another beautiful trinket Seishiro brought into his apartment. His fists clenched, he was about to say something.
Seishiro placed the black leather collar to the delicate white neck of his prey. He smirked at the lovely contrast between silky alabaster and black rough leather.
Kamui gasped. He could feel something metallic lying on his neck; it was a silver ring attached to the collar.
Seishiro placed the two black leather cuffs on Kamui's hands and watched as the fists unclenched and dangled as their owner fought to realise what was done to him.
He smirked as he noticed the frail back shudder.
"Now, boy, follow me." A metallic click close to his head and a slight tug at his new collar told Kamui that Seishiro will not only use words, but also a chain he had just attached to him to lead him forward.
The chain had two uses to Seishiro; first, it served its purpose in heightening the specific experience Seishiro planned on having with the boy. Second, its length and the distance it built between himself and his prey served well to keep Kamui from hearing Seishiro's rapid breathing as excitement stormed within him.
The blindfold kept Kamui from seeing the painful bulge in Seishiro's pants: twitching in demand for attention to its needs. It kept Kamui from seeing that Seishiro was sweating and excited; that his eyes were afire with desire and lust.
Such a perfect toy he now led down the wide corridor to his bedroom, would he not be excited?
Once inside the bedroom Seishiro attached his end of the chain to his large ebony bed's headboard and stood observing his toy.
His hands lashed forward a bit too eagerly and nearly gave Seishiro's condition away to the bound youth.
The Clamp Campus uniform tie was cast aside carelessly.
The buttons of the starched white shirt were untangled quickly, almost with a single brush of Seishiro's fingertips.
Kamui could feel the digits touching him shook slightly as they traced lines on his chest while removing his shirt.
He wanted to be kissed before being exposed so suddenly. He would have asked the man to do so, but he could not find the strength within him to call out that name with such a demand.
It is true that his head has been reeling since the blindfold was placed on his eyes, that his heart was racing madly, that he was excited and burning with desire, but he was still being stripped by a man he mistrusted as much as he hated.
The fingers fumbled with his belt buckle and squeezed a stutter out of him, "Sei…Saku…ah…kiss me…" His voice came out more hoarse and pleading than he wished it to.
Seishiro smirked. "You should learn some manners young man. When in such a condition as you are now I'd expect you to talk a little less bluntly to me. You will refer to me as 'sir' and you will say 'please' like a good boy when you ask for something."
Kamui's face flushed deep pink around the black silk blindfold. The blush was so deep it reached his ears, though Seishiro couldn't see them under the mass of silky black hair.
"P…please kiss me…s…sir."
"Say that again, in the right sequence now."
Kamui took a deep breath. "Sir, please kiss me sir…please."
"That's a good boy." His thumbs rubbed in slow circles around the boy's delicate pink nipples. His tongue did the same a moment after and made Kamui gasp.
"No…I mean, no sir, not there…please." His delicate flesh was bitten into and he gasped again, whimpering right after.
As he grabbed the side of his prey's beautiful face and leaned in for a passionate, rough, hot kiss, Seishiro slid his hand violently into the boy's partially undone trousers, right into his underwear. What he found there he grabbed powerfully while rubbing it with the base of his palm.
Kamui yelled into the rough kiss and threw his arms around the man involuntarily. His arms were torn away and slapped on the back of each palm making him hiss in surprise. The other hand, the one that did not slap him was still making the bright white stars dance before his closed eyes. He tried begging the man to stop, but it was too late. He fought to stay on his feet as the climax rocked through him.
Withdrawing his hand from the youth's crotch, an idea shot into Seishrio's mind.
"Go down on your knees, boy." He tugged the boy's leash downwards along with the order.
Unwillingly, Kamui obeyed. His legs shook under him, his lower abdomen was burning with the wonderful heat of afterglow, his head spun inside and his mouth was dry. His lower lip complained the rough biting he received with the kiss.
Something wet was smeared across his lips by Seishiro's finger. Kamui lapped at it and nearly coughed; it was his own semen.
"Lick it, boy."
Kamui obeyed. Fear and excitement burned in his stomach but the ice-cold tone carved through them all and forced him to do as he was told. He lapped at the palm before him, trying to imitate a cat, thinking it might hit the right spot for the apparently cat owning Seishiro.
The Sakurazukamori smirked and yanked the boy back to his feet, forward this time.
With his pants bunched at his feet, Kamui almost toppled forward when he tried to walk the in the direction Seishiro led him to.
As he collapsed forward he almost slipped again as his outstretched hands met the soft deep mattress of Seishiro's bed and slippery white satin bedcover.
A further yank signalled Kamui to climb onto the bed. Seishiro walked all the way around the bed to yank Kamui to the middle of the bed. With one palm he signalled Kamui closer to him and with the other he unbuttoned his own pants and pulled out his straining erection.
The yanking stopped and Kamui began settling down on the bed on all fours when he felt the head of a hot, rock hard penis nudge at his lips. Fingers wove into his hair and gripped it, nudging his head forward. He opened his mouth.
"Mind your teeth, boy." Seishiro cringed backwards involuntarily. "You've never done this before have you?"
Kamui gulped and tried better. He earned a deep-throated moan. The fingers in his hair pulled at it painfully.
"Keep it in your mouth, don't spit boy, swallow."
With some bitterness, Kamui obeyed and frowned.
"Good boy." Seishiro pushed the boy down to the mattress. He pinned the delicate wrists to the headboard. Linking the chain through the metal rings on the leather cuffs, Seishiro bound Kamui's hands to the black wood.
Kamui was breathing heavily, shaking all over. His excitement, melting with his fear, made his head buzz. If only he could look at the man who just rendered him helpless and exposed…
He felt a hot wet tongue circle across his chest again, the hot breath making his sweat-covered skin feel cool. His lower lip quivered as he whimper-stuttered into the pine-smelling cool air.
His underwear was yanked off his body leaving him completely exposed. He tried closing his legs but found that the man had placed himself between them and by the feel of iron stiff fingers on his inner thighs he realised they were needed open.
The tongue travelled down his belly making him giggle and squirm. Whenever he moved he could feel teeth grazing against his skin as punishment and stopped.
Seishiro was enjoying this to no end; this beautiful perfect body was splayed before him helplessly for him to ravish. He looked down on the perfect white skin, the delicate limbs, all so available like a delicious meal. The sauce he borrowed from the ice cream parlour served to make this a finer meal.
Seishiro reached out to his ebony bedside cabinet and fished his tube of lubricant from the first drawer. His hand stopped as it collided with hard plastic.
He peeked into his drawer and snickered silently.
Kamui gasped as his entrance was tested gently, and then breached violently. Strange, he thought, surely Seishiro would feel hotter than this.
When the buzzing started Kamui yelped loudly, arching his back until he almost leaped up from the mattress. He couldn't do anything but squirm on the mattress, shiver and whimper. His eyes were running as he begged Seishiro to pull it out.
"Please sir…oh god no…no…please sir, please…take it out...oh my god no…"
The cool pine smelling air around him contained a low-voiced snigger that shunned Kamui's pleading.
"Please sir, I'm begging you take it...aaa…haaa!" His voice was high pitched, almost shrilling as the device brought him to climax.
Seishiro's laughter was cold and bloodthirsty, mocking as it rolled into the cold air.
Kamui was shivering on the bed. The blush reached all the way to his shoulders.
He was crying fully now, as a certain onmyouji invaded his mind.
What would Subaru think of him might he see him like this? What would the Seals think?
He turned his head away, burying it in his arm, and cried into the black silk.
His tears went ignored.
A hot palm rested on his lower belly and snapped Kamui back to his desires.
The hot tongue was tracing curly lines down his collarbone to his nipples again. Hot fingers massaged his inner thighs and relaxed them to open up a bit more.
As his chest was explored again, his legs were hurled to lie on two wide strong shoulders and Kamui's mind blanked as he realised what would happen next.
What entered him now was definitely Seishiro.
The Sakurazukamori was thrusting into him powerfully, savagely, pounding him harder and harder as he chased his own climax down. After seeing his toy's reaction to the vibrator his hunger to feel the boy around him burned like a raging fire within him.
Kamui was yelping again, fragments of his name, fragments of begging words to go faster, harder, take me sir, take me.
There was something Seishiro wanted to see the boy do again if he planned on having that pure brilliance of an orgasm like last time.
He dipped his fingers in the brown little puddle by the knocked down chocolate syrup tube and placed it on the boy's mouth again.
His prey was in no state of mind to object to anything at the moment. If there was common sense in his mind it had melted down with the white-hot pleasure, the excitement of his unusual acts and the 'forbidden fruit' taste of it all. Willingly, he sucked on the fingers in his mouth.
Kamui was too spent to climax this time, but he gained his pleasure from the man pounding into him. He could feel the thrusts getting more and more desperate and short until finally he could feel the small shudder, the delicate twitching, and the thrusts stopped.
The mattress to his left sank a bit as Seishiro planted his arm at his side to lean on and recover.
He could hear the man was breathing heavily, panting even, and his blush deepened.
He felt something dripping on his chest and realised he made the man sweat. His heart skipped a beat. He shunned it immediately.
Fuma…where was Fuma now? Could he sense him here, doing this?
His hands were untied from the headboard. Kamui rubbed his aching wrists and shoulders. The tips of his fingers were numb with the lack of blood they suffered.
He sat up on the bed and rubbed himself. Seishiro sat a little distance away and observed the boy.
An hour ago the boy refused him and hissed at him to go away, leave him alone. Now the boy sat bewildered and spent on the bed.
Oh, the great shining innocence besmirched. Oh, the pure goodness of the Dragons of Heaven's leader tainted so. Seishiro smiled brightly and sent his finger idly across his toy's chest.
The boy shuddered under his touch and whimpered.
Seishiro leaned across the bed and yanked the boy back to the headboard. He tied the chain's free end to the headboard and left the bed to fish for his boxers.
While he applied his little vibrating toy to the boy he had undressed himself carelessly and only after a good few minutes of search did he find them cast under the bed.
He walked out of the room to feed his cat, sat brushing it on the sofa watching the evening news, ate some dinner and only then walked back to his bedroom to resume his deeds; an hour and a half later.
An hour and a half in which Kamui lay in bed recovering; then doubting…then fearing…then contemplating…then finally regretting.
When Seishiro walked in and started another session, Kamui altogether forgot.
The night outside was warm and pleasant and there really wasn't any need for Kamui's upturned shirt collar.
Only Kamui was not trying to hide his neck from a harsh blowing wind; he was trying to hide the love bite on his neck.
His shirt's long cuffs were closed tight thus stopping the leather cuffs he was still wearing from slipping out of his shirt and making themselves visible.
Either Seishiro had a hand fetish or he just liked marking his territory there, Kamui decided, because now both he and Subaru were in a sense marked by him on their hands.
Maybe, just maybe, Seishiro knew Kamui would have more trouble hiding the collar than the cuffs, seeing how the days were getting chilly enough to wear your shirts with long sleeves.
Could it have been an act of consideration? Kamui blinked into his shock.
The subway swayed on its tracks and nearly sent Kamui tumbling to the floor. His hand holding the plastic loop to gain more balance in the car shook a bit, its upright position reminded him of its early state bound to the headboard. He blushed.
The car around him was almost deserted save for a few workaholic corporate drones coming back home too late, making Kamui pray Aoki was not amongst them.
He could have picked a nice bench to sit on, but his sore rear end made him refuse the silent offer.
He tried sitting earlier, he even chose the more comfortable looking seat, but he still hurt and so he leaped to his feet and stood in the car hoping no one eyed him suspiciously.
His neck still hurt a bit from Seishiro's last trick.
Kamui blushed even deeper as the fresh memory of being on all fours, his back straightened by one palm on it while his neck was yanked as high in the air as he could without suffocating. Being like that made Seishiro unable to pleasure him but somehow Kamui still came.
Thinking about it made Kamui shudder and clutch the plastic hoop tighter. His legs wobbled and it was suddenly very cold.
But this is definitely the last time he's doing this, sleeping with that bastard, it was enough the son of a bitch left him to wait in bed forever before he came back again!
He looked out to the sights of the city at night through the car's windows. The neon lights drew long glowing lines as the subway car zoomed past them with great speed.
Kamui sighed.
He loves Fuma! Is in love with Fuma! Will always love Fuma!
What was he doing today?
...Uh…gaining…experience, perhaps? So as not to be an innocent blushing virgin when his time would truly come with Fuma?
Ridiculous, isn't it? Yes, it is…but he still loved Fuma with all his heart.
Seishiro the Sadistic Bastard is another issue that Kamui preferred not to think about right now.
"What's the noise?"
"What noise?"
"I don't know…like metallic clicking or something."
"M…metallic…" Dread filled Kamui.
It made a mess out of his concentration on what the teacher was dictating.
It's enough that his handwriting is a mess to begin with, but when he writes quickly it becomes almost completely unreadable. As he jotted Kyle-sensei's missed words as quickly as he could to catch up with what he heard now he winced at the sight of his notebook. That damn teacher won't slow down!
"Listen, I can hear it! It's definitely something metallic clicking on the table! Can't you hear it, Kamui?" Keiichi bent over to whisper closer to Kamui's ear.
The boy flinched back and blushed. Keiichi was taken aback. Did Kamui just…really pick up the hint? Finally…his heart skipped a beat. Oh, wow!
Keiichi misinterpreted it. Kamui blushed not because of the voice of his friend getting closer to him, but because he traced the source of Keiichi's mysterious metallic clicking.
The metal ring on his right wrist's cuff was dancing on the table as he wrote down the teacher's words. He bit his lower lip and re-positioned his hand so that it would not move so much on the table.
"Hey, the clicking stopped."
"Shhh Keiichi, I'm trying to listen to the teacher."
"Oh…sorry." Now it was Keiichi's turn to blush as the boy he always regarded as beautiful and amazing, perhaps a future boyfriend, sent a harsh glare and a hiss at him.
On the inside Kamui felt like leaping out of class through the window, hopping across Tokyo until he located the Sakurazukamori and, once he found him, kicking his ass.
He wouldn't really kick his ass, would he? If anyone's ass will be in any form of pain it'll be his.
Kamui has taken to patrolling around town a lot lately, where he 'accidentally' met Seishiro.
He didn't mean to do that actually, he wanted to be a useful DoH and stop feeling guilty after each time he comes back from patrols with a love bite lurking somewhere on his body.
But Seishiro would track him down. All the time…every time…
They'd go to the Sakurazukamori's apartment…or to a nearby relatively dark and shadow-filled park or a public toilet. Seishiro liked Kamui to squirm and fight to silence himself might they be caught.
Or maybe Seishiro was just an exhibitionist? That would explain the ordeal on the penthouse's balcony.
Kamui begged and gasped and grovelled and said so many "Sir"s and "Please"s that he was sick of the sound of his own voice by the end of it. But Seishiro would not let go.
Bent over the balcony's railing, gasping and withering, shuddering and sweating with excitement and orgasm, Kamui could only wish that Fuma would not leap on the rooftops somewhere near them and see him in this act of…
Kamui shook himself back to reality and realised that he had just missed a whole page of what the teacher dictated to them. Damn, and there's a test in three days! He'll ask Keiichi to lend him his notebook later.
For now, he realised, there's no use in pretending to be a good student when you're mind is in the gutter.
He placed the pencil down by his notebook, leaned his chin on his hand and daydreamed.
Why was he daydreaming about Seishiro? He should be daydreaming about Fuma like he always does when class is boring and his morning woody is lingering.
He shouldn't think about that bastard who hurt Subaru like that! He shouldn't because Subaru is his good friend and has done so many nice things for him. Why, if it weren't for Subaru, Kamui would have failed his last math exam!
No, if it weren't for Subaru he'd stay in bed, inside his heart, forever running away from reality.
He will pay a visit to the onmyouji today.
"What's that smell? Have you begun smoking, boy?"
Seishiro's nose was planted in the juncture between Kamui's slender neck and his slim shoulder, teeth grazing over the delicate skin.
Kamui did not feel like talking at the moment. Pinpointing what Seishiro was talking about was a bit too difficult at the moment; it meant he had to row through the gushing waves of hormones and dark red burning passion to form a coherent thought.
This was difficult since he was half naked and they were in the very back of a subway station where anyone might walk in and discover them, but most of all it was difficult to concentrate on what Seishiro was referring to because the man was deep inside him and thrusting the sanity out of Kamui's mind at the moment.
"I asked you a question, boy." The sneaking suspicion that crept into Seishiro's mind banned all thoughts of carnal pleasure with this boy.
"No, I don't smoke, it's bad for you." Did he just look into the eyes of that bastard and said it like he cares about him?
"Then why do you smell of cigarettes, boy?" The eyes returned a powerful, dangerous glare.
- - - - - -
"Subaru-san?"
"Ah, Kamui, good day. How are you?"
"I'm fine…." Kamui was about to tell his friend not to bother with putting a cigarette out because he's used to the smoke's smell now that he spent many afterglows with a man who likes to smoke after sex...and before it…but he decided against it.
"You look disturbed, please sit down." Subaru removed his legs from the sofa he stretched himself on and patted the now vacant seat by him to signal Kamui.
The boy plopped down by the onmyouji and spent a good few minutes staring forward at Subaru's dorm's television set.
He never noticed how small it looked, how backwards technologically it seemed, how poor this dorm's furnishing now seemed.
Once he had been excited at the sight of furnishing in his own independent apartment, as poor as it was, for it meant he was responsible for his own life. Kamui had moved on from the 'penniless student surviving barely but proudly' phase. He moved to the next stage, the 'found a source of better living quality' phase.
Now Kamui was starting to get used to larger, more luxurious furnishings with a plump and scornful black cat curling up on them once in a while.
Actually, Kamui had gotten into trying to bond with the cat, heaven only knows why. He'd pick the cat up and cuddle it (which earned him several bites and scratches), sit down by it and try making it purr (lasts about five seconds before the cat would bite him to stop it because Kamui would not provide him with the right fondling).
Most of the time the cat came to him only when asking for attention when its master was too spent to get up and refill its food bowl. Kamui didn't even know the cat's name and already he felt obliged to it, to take good care of it and satisfy it.
Brilliant, isn't it, he was now toyed and owned not only by the Sakurazukamori but also by his cat…
"What's on your mind, Kamui?"
Kamui never noticed how Subaru's voice was so soft and calm when speaking to him. Kamui knew Subaru could speak harshly; even yell at someone if he needed to, but whenever he'd speak to him, Subaru had such a warm and caring quality to him. It was like snuggling up into a duvet heated by the sun on a cold crisp winter morning.
He snapped. Crushing into the onmyouji's surprised arms. Kamui wrapped his arms around the slim back and burst into tears.
Subaru's palm rubbed his back softly, his chin rested gently on Kamui's head.
"Shhh, it's alright, it's alright, tell me what's wrong Kamui…"
Kamui whimpered a mumbled version of what's on his mind: a lie.
He was worried about Fuma (which was halfway true) and missed Kotori (which was very true) and wanted his mommy here (also true) and worried about the fate of the earth (great, big, whooping lie) and was frustrated and miserable in general (frustrated no more, miserable only at times…most of the time…five seconds after the afterglow).
Oh, right, he forgot to tell Subaru that he's sleeping around with his boyfriend…
Subaru nodded and "hmm"ed into it all, listening to every complaint the boy muttered, asking him to repeat it when he couldn't make out his words through the sobs and whimpers.
When he calmed down a bit, Kamui nearly jumped out of his skin as he sensed something; Subaru was hard. Which is exactly what Kamui needed right now. Not. He wondered if he has 'fuck toy for onmyoujis of all kinds' written on his forehead.
And where the hell is Subaru's mind at the moment?
He swallowed deeply and withdrew trying to make the reason for it as oblivious as possible.
"Uh…Subaru-san…thank you," he mumbled, unable to look the man in the eye.
"Please Kamui, call me by my name, without the honorific."
Kamui shot his eyes to the onmyouji's. Then he smiled "Sure, Subaru…"
Subaru smiled at him.
Kamui liked to make the man smile like that, a true soft smile. Even with all the things he's doing as of late, he can still make the man smile "I'm glad…I'm glad I can make you smile, Subaru," he mumbled before thinking.
Subaru's eyes widened and a slight blush covered his cheeks "Ah…thank you…" He looked away bashfully. His nimble finger fumbled with his cigarette pack, pulling one cylinder out and reaching it to his lips shakily.
"I'd like to make you smile too, Kamui."
If Sorata hadn't come into the room that moment looking for Kamui, the boy would have stayed there stammering and moving giddily trying to tell Subaru that it's not like that, it's not what he's thinking, please don't get so excited over me, I'm not worth it, honestly.
- - - - - -
"Come boy." Seishiro's harsh tone yanked Kamui out of the memory. It must have been that hug which placed Subaru's smell on him.
Seishiro did not take it lightly. He was angry, very angry. He ordered his toy to dress himself and come with him to his penthouse.
Kamui never had such rough treatment like he received later that night.
It served two purposes, like a double edged sword. It served to plant a very real fear in his heart. It also served to carve Seishiro deeper into Kamui's awareness.
On the subway car back home Kamui looked out the window and made a silent prayer. He wished to sort his heart out, to make sense in this chaos he started in his life as of late.
He couldn't sit down again, though lately he had been able to do it again. But not tonight, tonight Seishiro was extremely rough with him and Kamui knew it was punishment for being in touch with Subaru.
So the bastard still cared for Subaru…did it upset him because he hated the way the bastard treated Subaru?
Or was there another reason for his heart to feel sour and resentful?
"Ah, Kamui-kun! How surprising to meet you at this time of the day."
Kamui blinked the veil of thoughts out of his sight to look at the editor before him.
Seiichiro beamed a warm fatherly smile at Kamui making the boy feel like breaking into tears again.
If he breaks into tears, if he seeks out the man's embrace and comfort, would Seishiro be angry with him might he find it out as he did about Subaru today?
Stop thinking ridiculous thoughts already!
"Kamui-kun, is everything alright?"
"Ah…yes…um…"
"How was your patrol? You must have exhausted yourself, you look drained."
Drained was a good word for it…
"Uh…yes…no Dragons of Earth though…"
"Ah yes, but it's a good thing, really."
"Yes it is." No it isn't! Kamui wanted to see Fuma! All those patrols he wished to meet Fuma, even if the man would only end up hurting him! He just wanted to see Fuma again.
What if Fuma knew and shunned him out? What if he disappeared from Kamui's sight on purpose, to punish him? Kamui gasped at the tears forming in his eyes. He blinked them away before the editor could notice them.
"I took a day off next week. I've arranged for Kasumi-san and I to go out on a patrol as well for the whole day. How does that sound to you, Kamui-kun? Some help from us old folks? Ha, ha, ha."
Kamui forced a tiny smile on his lips.
"At last I'll feel like I'm doing something after you kids running around town so much, working so hard."
Kamui nodded, his mind already miles away.
"But Kamui-kun, you look exhausted, you really should take better care of yourself…"
'Blah, blah, blah…I'm a big four eyed nerd…blah, blah, blah…the soap-land mistress makes me hard…blah, blah, blah…I hope my wife doesn't suspect.'
Kamui tried not to snigger.
Seishiro
The damn brat still messed with his Subaru-kun! God damn it. No matter how much he lashed out at the boy today it still did not quench the burning fire in his temples.
He thought he tricked Little Red Riding Hood with this sex and games, he thought he tore the kid's mind away from his property, he thought he put an end to it. But apparently the cheeky little brat still fucked around with what was his. HIS.
Seishiro stopped himself before punching the sofa's pillow to his left. Sitting in his living room, contemplating things with his fifth cigarette since the sex between his lips, Seishiro seethed as much as a man of his status and profession could.
His cat kicked its rear legs in sleep, chasing something in his dreams.
Seishiro crushed the cigarette into the black glass ashtray and stormed out of the room. He will not let that boy-toy claim his Subaru-kun! His prey was his and no one else's; his prey will not play with one another!
He slammed his apartment's door behind him.
Subaru
Of all the visits of that sort, this visit must have been the most burning, passionate, enthusiastic meetings Subaru ever had with Seishiro.
Of course, he mistook it all, seeing the world through his black and pink tainted glasses.
He mistook angry ownership to passion. He mistook the carving, clutching, clawing fingers to needy ones. He saw possessive and seething eye as lustful. He mistook the quickness of it to Seishiro's need of him, when it was the need to mark his territory and be over with it before his already drained resources would fail him in the worst of places.
When it was over, Subaru lay in bed feeling how his body was so pressed into the mattress from his early activities that he was actually sunk into it even after the bigger man left the room.
He stared up at the ceiling and smiled. Seishiro still needed him, still wanted him, still recognised him as his, as existing.
He caressed the back of his palms and his smile broadened.
So what if Seishiro left in a hurry? So what if he was short tempered and bordering on aggressive? So what if he stormed into his apartment without a word, only a knowing smirk and claimed him almost immediately.
Subaru lived for these encounters, as often painful and humiliating as they were. They were the links in the chain of his life, the stuff that made him wake up and drag himself out of bed whenever dark clouds named Hokuto and love for a non-existing veterinarian hung over his head. The encounters soothed the pain of being stabbed in the back at sixteen.
He sighed deeply and gave into his exhaustion. He'll clean himself up tomorrow morning; right now he didn't mind falling asleep even in his sweaty, semen-y state.
If he sleeps like this he can close his eyes and imagine that he is sleeping with Seishiro-san.
Fuma
An arm hooked across his waist, pulling him closer to the neatly suit-draped strong body.
Fuma removed the strong fingers from his body one by one and gently removed the whole limb off of him. It didn't help, the other arm hooked around him.
"These leather coats suit you wonderfully, you know." A deep purring voice sent a wave of cigarette smoke past Fuma's ear over to his nose.
"Would you like one?" the smoky voice asked when he noticed the teen picking up the cigarette's scent.
"No thank you, I am busy at the moment Sakurazuka-san."
Ah, such coldness! Was the brat trying to punish him for claiming his prey last night? Perhaps he's trying to punish him for claiming what's his against his direct order.
Oh, I'm so sorry /Kamui, am I stepping on your toes too hard? Am I being a bad underling?
"What are you doing?" Seishiro looked around the room at the minimal urban furnishing soft wood and simple builds. The desk with its piles of study books, the bookcase with its lazily stacked piles of half-heartedly read youth's books; Shonen magazines and classic literature schools force their students to buy and read for class.
"I have moved the boy named Fuma's belongings to this room." The Dragon picked up a cardboard box full of stuffed toys and placed it neatly by the simple single bed.
Seishiro scanned the poster of the famous American basketball player when the glinting golden trophies on the little cabin under it grabbed his attention.
"You played basketball a lot didn't you/Kamui?"
"The boy called Fuma did. I do not need to play basketball these days; I have far better things to do."
"Oh right….so…why are you moving all this stuff here?" He noticed the way Fuma's eyes tracked him as he lazily began dribbling the basketball across the black marble room at the bottom of the Metropolitan building. If I take another of your toys into my hands will you snap, Fuma-kun?
"The latest Yamanote derailing action started a fire that had by now consumed the house formerly belonging to the Togakushi shrine."
"You mean your old home was about to burn down and before it did you pulled all your old sentimental belongings out of it?"
"I have no sentimental belongings. I do not need sentimental belongings of this body's former life." Monotonous, but getting heated with anger. If Seishiro presses him more maybe he'll be able to crack that annoying condescending shell the brat has.
"Uh-huh…you need these sentimental belongings because you are empty and meaningless when you're not out there, ruining a building or two."
The Dragon stared at Seishiro. There was a twitch at the very edges of his eyes. Seishiro smirked.
Now he will get back at the brat for reading him so openly whenever they spoke. Now he will show the brat who's the man here, and who is too young and inexperienced, Kamui or no Kamui, to boss him around.
"Doesn't it hurt? The emptiness…the sheer meaninglessness of your existence? Put upon this world for someone else, built to serve a purpose; you had nothing before you awakened, when you win you'll have nothing to live for anymore."
He was pushing the Dragon backwards until the youth's legs hit the bed and they both came tumbling down on it.
Seishiro's intense eye bore into the Dragon's eyes, never leaving them as his cold collected voice spoke on.
"Doesn't it hurt? The way you are meaningless, useless without one boy, without a city you can easily destroy with a whiff of your hand? Ah, but you can destroy it in one big attack from all of us Harbingers. You could use the fact that Kamui can't bring himself to hurt you and slay the boy easily. But you wouldn't do that, would you? Because when it was all over where would you be?"
His fingers worked across the buttons of the Dragon's leather coat. One hand opening the coat while the other dealt with the buttons of the white shirt under it to expose the teen's skin as quickly as possible.
Seishiro's hunger rose to new levels. This was exciting! Another prey, another conquest! And what a prey he finally snagged.
Oh, the fun he would gain from claiming this youth as well, from informing his precious Little Red Riding Hood of his doings.
He can twist and manipulate this new situation to his delight in so many ways. He will make them dance and watch it all from above like a smug puppeteer.
"So, now you collect the relics of your former life trying to bring some meaning into your empty life, trying to find a name to give to the face you see in the mirror.
"You think you're the Dragon of Earth's Kamui and nothing else, that you don't care about anything else, but you're lying to yourself, bluntly."
The DoE Kamui's breathing was even and calm. His eyes blinked from time to time as they stared up at Seishiro carelessly. He lay there stiff as a manikin even though Seishiro had unbuttoned his shirt completely and was now running his fingers greedily across tanned skin stretched tightly above well-carved muscles.
"When this war is over where will you be? What will you do? Destiny will discard you like a used plastic cup and forget all about you."
"I do not care about that; it does not bother me." the Dragon's voice was calm and slow, pronouncing the words as clearly as he could.
"If I were you, who was born to serve the cherry blossom burial mound and for that only, I wouldn't make such snippy comments about other people's seemingly empty lives."
This comment dealt enough of a shock to the assassin above him to allow the Dragon to sit up on the bed away from the entrapping body above him.
"Now, if you do not mind, I have many more things to do today, I would appreciate it if you climbed off of me."
Seishiro backed away, glaring at the youth. He collected himself a fragment of a second later.
"Hn, very well then Kamui." He bent down and picked a stuffed bunny out of the box by the youth's bed and played with it a little bit.
The Dragon had noted it, but ignored it.
Seishiro stood there for a while longer, toying with the bunny and trying to grab the youth's attention. He failed. With a shrug he turned around and left the room.
The Dragon sighed. "You are childish, Harbinger Sakurazuka, so very childish," he said as he dusted off Fuma's old pile of Young King Ours magazines.
(tbc)