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Lost Ground, Lost Souls	By : Quycksylver Category: +S to Z > s-CRY-ed/Scryed Views: 4059 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Eh heh� I think I channeled Clive Barker while writing the opening dream sequence� ^_^;; Kazuma goes a little ukish in this chapter - and will seem wildly out of character a little later. There�s a reason for this--it�s all part of my evil plans, muahahahaha! Mostly from Kazuma�s POV, but I couldn�t get around having a small section in Ryuhou�s POV--hope that�s not too confusing.

Chapter 2

"Kazuma-kun..." The teasing voice seemed to call to him from across a great distance, rousing him from the warm darkness he floated in, comfortably weightless. As he slowly surfaced into consciousness, he was dimly aware of the obnoxious glare of sunrise as it attempted to pry its way in between his eyelids. Grumbling, he rolled over onto his side, pulling his pillow over his head, hoping to block out both light and voice. A soft chuckle was followed by the malicious theft of his pillow...and the even more malicious repeated smacking of said pillow over his head.

"Asshole..." he muttered, pulling the covers up over his head in a futile attempt to escape the incessant fwapping. This, of course, only resulted in the covers being yanked rudely down to his waist, exposing his bare back to the early morning chill of the room. Almost immediately, warm hands caressed over his chilled skin, strong fingers massaging the knots of tension from his always-aching shoulder. Sighing softly, Kazuma rolled his shoulders a bit, his eyes fluttering closed as he began to relax. "Baka... I was trying to sleep... I'm tired, dammit..."

"Why should you be tired?" Kimishima inquired, a hint of laughter in his voice, "I was the one doing all the work last night..." One hand slipped around to ghost teasingly over the Alter's chest and stomach, before tracing a line down the younger man's hardening length, his fingers curling into a fist around the shaft, pumping him with sure, steady strokes.

"Bastard..." Kazuma sighed, although his heart clearly wasn't in the insult, "I...was talking about...nnngg... the job I did for you...ahh.. before..." His eyes fluttering closed, Kazuma pressed back into the warm body spooned up behind his own, his breathing becoming shallower as he rocked subtly into the tight grip. �You know� the one you still haven�t paid me for yet��

White, even teeth nipped into the nexus of his neck and shoulder before continuing their path up the side of his neck, Kimishima's soft laughter spilling steaming puffs of breath over his skin. "Well...I was talking about the job I did for you afterwards..." he murmured, gently squeezing the Alter's erection as he quickened his strokes, "Not to mention the one I'm doing for you right now... So... I'd say we're about even..."

Groaning, Kazuma gave up on the argument and rolled over onto his back, pulling his lover's body down to blanket his own. "'Shima..." he murmured, his voice thick, roughened by desire, "'Shima... I-I..." Two insistent fingers pressed against his lips, silencing his words before he could finish saying them. Opening his mouth obediently, he suckled upon the other man's slightly calloused fingers, laving them thoroughly, a small grin forming upon his lips as he wrung a groan from his lover with a teasing flick of his tongue at the webbing of skin between Kimishima's fingers.

Then it was Kazuma's turn to groan as Kimishima withdrew his fingers, only to press them urgently against the Alter user's entrance, gently massaging the tight ring before slipping into him. Moaning unabashedly, Kazuma rocked his hips against the invasion, his breath catching in soft gasps as his lover�s fingertips brushed over that spot within him that made his heart pound and his body vibrate with pleasure. Once Kimishima had prepared him as well as either boy's impatience would allow, he shifted slightly, repositioning himself between eagerly spread legs before pushing into the younger man's body.

Throwing his head back, Kazuma cried out wordlessly as the thick, searing flesh penetrated him, sending electric jolts of pleasure rippling up his spine. Wrapping his arms and legs tightly around his lover, he arched up reflexively, another incoherent groan ripped from his throat as Kimishima was pulled more deeply into him. "'Shima... " he began again, only to have his words -- the words he could never bring himself to say under normal circumstances -- once more cut off, this time by the press of feverish, demanding lips covering his own in a kiss that seemed to steal the breath from his body. Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, he surrendered to the other man, his hips bucking wildly to meet the frantic pace his lover had set.

When he could at last breathe again, Kazuma forced his eyes open, his breath catching slightly as he gazed up into Kimishima's flushed, pleasure-filled face. Reaching up, he traced his fingertips over the other man's face, almost tenderly mapping out the angular contours, as if trying to commit them to memory...not that he'd ever forget them. As strong, warm fingers curled around his own twitching arousal, Kazuma gasped raggedly, arching up greedily into this new sensation, his eyes once again fluttering slowly closed, his body already beginning to flutter and shudder with the beginnings of his own climax.

A sudden, sharp cry from his mate caused Kazuma's eyes to fly open, "Kimi�shima...?! What...?" Above him, the older youth was poised, his body arched back, every muscle strung taut as if in the grip of passion. It was shock, however, not pleasure, that was etched into the lines of Kimishima's face. Pain-filled brown eyes gazed pleadingly into his own as the other man's body convulsed in a parody of orgasm, "Kaz..u..." A gout of red-black blood spilled over his lover's lips as he collapsed on top of the younger man, his cock slamming into the Alter user�s pleasure zone, sending a disturbing ripple of pleasure up along his spine. Already close, Kazuma was helpless to stave off the intense climax that shook him in its grasp, and he came, shrieking, and covered in Kimishima's blood.

Still screaming, Kazuma sat bolt upright, slapping frantically at his arms in an attempt to wipe away the blood that he was sure still clung to him--even though he could see nothing in the almost total darkness that surrounded him. Scooting backwards until he reached the cavern wall, he leaned back against the cold rock surface and hugged his knees to his chest, his breath coming in short, sobbing pants as he darted a panicked gaze around his surroundings.

Where�am I�?

He could see nothing, so thick was the surrounding darkness that seemed to press in around him, almost suffocating him. Digging his boot heels into the ground, he tried to scoot back even further, but his back was already flush against the wall, preventing any further retreat. Disoriented, afraid�and apparently alone, he leaned back against the wall, squeezing his eye tightly shut, a strangled, keening whine rising at the back of his throat. �And then, two strong hands gripped his shoulders, and he could feel the warm, comforting presence of another next to him in the darkness.
��Shima!� His voice had the sound of a rusty hinge as he flung himself into his lover�s arms, burrowing his face into the other�s shoulder, his arms wrapping fiercely around his lover�s waist. �Oh, God��Shima� I-I had the most awful dream�� The other man�s body stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed, one arm encircling Kazuma�s waist, the other hand rising to tentatively stroke the matted auburn hair.
�It�s� alright� I�m here now�� a hushed voice murmured in his ear. �Try and sleep now, okay?�
Nodding against the other man�s shoulder, Kazuma curled up closely to the familiar and comforting presence. Winding his arms more tightly around his lover, he soon fell asleep, a faint smile upon his lips.

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Having been awakened out of a sound sleep by Kazuma's screams, Ryuhou had only sought to calm the other man down. He hadn't counted on the other mistaking him for...someone else. Uncertain what else to do, he had simply gone along with it - it seemed the easiest course of action for the moment. Once Kazuma had relaxed against him, the younger man�s breathing shallow, but regular, Ryuhou debated lowering him back down to the cavern floor, but hesitated. The stone floor was cold, and without some source of heat would soon leach away every bit of warmth from the other man�s body. At the moment, Kazuma seemed to be radiating enough heat to warm a small house, indicating that he was running a high fever--which made it even more dangerous to do so. If Kazuma was ill already, the last thing he needed was to catch a chill on top of everything else that was wrong with him. Ryuhou refused to allow the other man to die�at least not until he discovered what was going on. So for the time being, he continued to hold the gaunt, wasted body against his own while the other man slept.
As the night wore on, Ryuhou turned the events of the past several weeks over in his mind, trying to make sense of them. He knew, of course, why Kazuma had distanced himself from Kanami and everyone else whom he cared for--it was for the same reason he himself had chosen to live in almost total exile. But how had the other Alter user declined into such a state? And more importantly, why?
And�who was this�Shima�whom the younger man had mistaken him for? Obviously they were someone close to Kazuma�so�why weren�t they here with him now? Was the younger Alter user simply keeping his distance as he did from everyone else in his life? Or was there some other reason?
Frowning slightly, Ryuhou shifted a little in an attempt to find a more comfortable position. Leaning back against the hard surface of the cavern wall, he turned his thoughts to more important matters�such as what to do with the man currently resting like a dead weight against his chest. If Kazuma had simply gone rogue, he would have to answer for his crimes, of course. But�if his long-time adversary�s mental state had deteriorated along with his physical, then that�complicated matters. The tempestuous Alter would still have to be confined so that he couldn�t hurt anyone else, of course, but still, in that event, justice could still be tempered with mercy. Which would prove to be the case, however? The sleeping man didn�t seem inclined to provide him with any answers at the moment. Typical. Closing his eyes wearily, Ryuhou determined that all answers would have to wait until the other man regained consciousness.
Despite his own weariness, sleep continued to elude the former HOLY officer, however, and he continued to turn the enigma over in his mind for the remainder of the night. As the first glimmer of dawn crept in through the mouth of the cavern, it occurred to him that it might not be wise for Kazuma to find him so�close�upon waking. Carefully lowering the sleeping man to the ground, he retreated to the other side of the cave to await his companion�s awakening.

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Kimishima�? As always, he reached out for the other man, only to encounter cold, empty space. Even after almost four years, he hadn�t grown used to the absence. Damn you� how could you�leave me? �Bastard� He knew, of course, that his lover was dead�long dead� So why did he cling to this futile hope that it was all a bad dream�a mistake that might be rectified with each new dawn? Why did he continue to torture himself by hanging onto an existence that had long since lost any meaning for him? Why did his body still struggle for life? Why didn�t it just give up�like the rest of him�
He knew why, of course. After what he�d seen �but no�he knew better. What he thought he�d seen had been a mirage�a memory�wishful thinking�nothing more. The last several days had proven that. Rolling over onto his side with a groan, he curled up tightly on himself, a confused frown furrowing his brow as he opened his eye to gaze upon his surroundings. Where the fuck am I�and how did I get here? The last he could remember, he�d been out�hunting�in the open desert, several kilometers to the east of the mountain. So�How had he gotten here? �Wherever here was�
Curling up into a tighter ball, another groan forced its way past his lips. Fuck�why do I feel so beat up? His entire body felt like it had been slammed repeatedly into the side of a mountain�and then stuffed into a locker and left for a week. His head was pounding, and his right arm was numb�as if he�d recently Altered� but he didn�t remember having done so--not for weeks. What the hell is going on?

His scowl deepening, he levered himself up with his good arm, his one-eyed gaze darting around the cavern�s interior as he tried to get his bearings. Only then did he come to the realization that he was not alone, and as he discovered the identity of his unwelcome guest, one amber eye glittered balefully as he forced himself to his feet, the faint glow of prismatic light outlining his form as he took a menacing step towards the other man.
�Ryuhou��
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