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Chapter List
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- 2
- 3
Disclaimer: I do not own X

Disclaimer:
I do not
own X.

Author�s
Thanks: to
my beta, Kathy!!! also many thanks to Elizabeth Benedict, author of The Joy of
Writing Sex who�s book helped me map out guidelines to some of the future
scenes in this fic.

Other
many thanks, not a bit fewer then the those of the above, go to Trench Kamen for advising me about this story.

Author�s
Notes: This
is the second adition, 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
character has its purposes and is NOT written out of the belief that this is
how the characters are really or should really be.

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Chapter 2: Destiny Shaking

The
Four Seasons Hotel never held such high promises to Seishiro as it did that
day. He never regarded it as anything other then another fancy building in the ever
busy heart of Tokyo.

But
today, as he walked into its lobby heading for the elevators, it was something
special.

It
would prove exciting, if not interesting, to watch the brat he regarded as an
obstacle in his ownership over Subaru�s heart slowly break and crumble under
his touch.

He
didn�t plan on talking unless he had something extremely nasty to say, he�ll
just break the boy beyond repair.

Just
because Seishiro never did it to Subaru doesn�t mean he wasn�t capable of it at
all.

Lord
knows he had many �lovers� on whom to practice methods of breaking the mind and
heart of men.

He
was going to shatter the brat so badly there will be nothing left of him but a
whimpering, whizzing bloody pulp never to be able to walk, talk or think
properly after he�s done with him.

His
�Kamui� might not approve of it at all. Seishiro always suspected his teen
leader to have sexual interests in the boy.

But
Seishiro couldn�t give a flying fuck about �Kamui�, about Dragons of Earth,
about the earth�s wish or whatever the fuck it is when it came to his Subaru.
You don�t piss the Sakurazukamori off and expect to walk out of it without a
scratch.

As
he rode the elevator to Kamui�s floor Seishiro mulled
the scene he observed with his shiki a few days ago. His Subaru-kun holding Kamui�s hand out of the blue, without a real reason, as he
sat by the brat�s bed.

His
toy had a tendency to attach himself to vulnerable things and Kamui knew
that, the little brat.

Well,
Seishiro sighed mentally; it�s all going to end now isn�t it?

He
was standing before the door of room 498, putting his palm against the door to
gently open it.

*****************

It
was cold in here. Well, what could Kamui expect when he�s stark naked?!

His
wrists were starting to hurt, and the blood was slowly draining from his arms
due to his restricted position.

But
Kamui took hardly any note of it. His mind was feverishly reciting his letter
to Fuma hoping and praying that it worked properly, hoping Fuma would come to
him like he asked, hoping they would finish this meeting in each others arms
happy and spent.

The
soft blindfold was wet, having soaked up Kamui�s
tears of fear, excitement and panic.

He
spent the morning here, preparing for this meeting.

Screwing
in the hook used to hold him steady and making sure it�s secure enough to hold
some of his body�s weight was a nerve wrecking task when his hands were shaking
so violently.

Only
for a shimmering second Kamui thought of how on earth he was about to repair
the hole in the ceiling so that tomorrow when he�ll check out the hotel staff
won�t charge after him with demands of repair. The thought vanished quickly,
drowning in the buzz inside his obsessive mind.

He
took of his clothes and neatly folded them, placing them on the nightstand. He
placed the tube of lubricant near the clothes; the plastic tube falling to the
floor from his trembling fingers a few times before he successfully steadied it
on the wooden surface.

For
a moment Kamui stared out the wall sized window of his room and a flush of hot
embarrassment washed over his face when he noted a man in a far off office
building standing by the window overlooking him.

Surely
the man couldn�t see him clearly from this distance, not his face anyway�so he wouldn�t
be able to recognize him in the street right? He wouldn�t know the naked kid
about to strap himself like an animal in a slaughterhouse is Shiro Kamui right?
Right?

Kamui
shook his head violently as if the thoughts were drops of water soaking into
his skull. He turned his back to the wall and his observer to look up timidly at
the hook in the ceiling.

He
looked at the elegant clock on the room�s wall�.fifteen minutes to their
meeting time�.but what if Fuma arrived early�..?

Kamui
climbed on the bed, almost falling down as his knees betrayed him and tumbled
him to the mattress. The silken bedspread was soft on Kamui�s
exposed skin. Kamui wished to snuggle up in it and hide from the world, even
from the upcoming Fuma.

No!
He was not going to hide from Fuma! He�s going to go through this, he had no
fear!

He
only had love in his heart, passion in his hands, longing in his lips. He was
prepared.

Taking
a deep breath, Kamui climbed back to his feet and reached for the two straps on
the bed. One was a black silk scarf, the other was a tough black leather strap.

He
secured the leather strap on the hook and practiced the bonding knot,
remembering how to do it by touch so that later when he�s blindfolded he would
know how to do it well.

After
a few mishaps Kamui withdrew the BDSM manual he brought with him (Clamp
Campus�s extracurricular activities are not what people often think they are)
and revised the bonding steps again.

When
he felt he was well prepared for it, Kamui tried the knot once more and
succeeded.

Very
well, he thought, and untied himself. He took the silk strip and bound it
tightly around his head. The world was black around him. A strange calm spread
through his mind, completely pushing out the fever of fixation.

Steadying
himself on the soft mattress with no sense of vision, Kamui stood up and
reached for the leather strap. He had to use his inhuman powers to keep
balanced on the mattress, imagining it to be a particularly thin branch on the
very top of a tree.

With
the strap securely in his hand, he bound himself.

The
deadly silence of waiting came. His world turned black, his raging thoughts returning
as a soundtrack, Kamui could scream.

Instead
he whimpered.

He
cried. His restrained body slumped down, testing the hook�s strength in the
wall, succumbed by the side effect of emotional exhaustion and frantic work.

Then
the door clicked. Someone came into the room. Kamui could hear heavy footsteps
on the deep soft rug of his room. Fuma came in.

Kamui
started shaking; biting his lower lip he struggled not to whimper, not to cry
again, not to pant too audibly, not to make a sound.

He
couldn�t help a miserable, helpless, powerless, begging �Fuma�?� to escape his
lips.

****************

There
was a �Do not disturb� sign on the door. Seishiro had to laugh at that.

No,
he had to muffle his laughter so the boy in the room might not pick the
different, lower octave of his voice and realize it was the wolf knocking on
his door and not the savior forest hunter.

�Do
not disturb� on the door. A sign for the room service to not enter the cottage
where Big Bad Wolf chews down on little red riding hood. The brat is indeed a
wandering, foolish, little girl full of innocence and the idiotic notion that
anyone nearing her must be harmless.

Little
Red Riding Hood will soon learn. Seishiro stopped laughing, removed his hand
from his mouth, and grinned to himself.

The
door was unlocked, pretty foolish ne? His �Kamui� could surely open the lock so
locking would be stupid but to not lock at all?

Oh
well.

He
stepped into the dimly lit room. Sunset�s fiery colors started to paint the sky
and the room with a violent deep pink red. Tokyo lay magnificent beyond the
huge wall of a window, its lights starting to twinkle as millions of people
began lighting the million rooms they lived and worked in.

As
soon as he took his eye off the breathtaking view from the immense window
Seishiro found something equally breathtaking to cast it on.

Something
that would not let his eye off of it. Something that electrified his mind and
seeped into his blood so he will not have another good night�s sleep without
consuming it again.

Seishiro
never really took his time to better scrutinize the Seven Seal�s Kamui. It must
have been his hurt pride, maybe it was his �Kamui�s
presence there that made Seishiro dismiss the boy�s looks the first time they
met each other. Whenever Kamui was with Subaru, obviously, Seishiro�s
attention settled on Subaru.

So
he never quite had the chance to see how breathtakingly beautiful Kamui
was.

The
smooth black silk that blocked Kamui�s eyes shone as
brilliantly as his raven hair. The dark fabric enhancing the perfect white of Kamui�s face, which only served to emphasize the pink flush
in the feminine highly set cheeks, and the blush in itself fainted poorly at
the bold pouting pink lips so soft looking and delicate.

It
wasn�t the thrill of hunting that made Seishiro�s
heart beat faster. It wasn�t bloodlust that made his mouth dry in need of
something to run his tongue over. It wasn�t finding a target and making sure it
had nowhere to escape that made his head dizzy.

It
wasn�t emotion either, definitely not. It was excitement of another sort, a
hunger of another kind.

Kamui
was the embodiment of Seishiro�s Achilles heel, but
that will be thought over later for right now all Seishiro wanted to do was to
turn his brain off and let his body wander over and succumb to it�s wishes.

He
toed his shoes off; noting that the boy�s enhanced inhuman-abilities-I�ll-need-for-1999
hearing picked up his footsteps, and neared the boy on the bed.

�Fuma�.?�
The boy whimpered.

For
a second the boy�s letter flittered in Seishiro�s consciousness,
reminding him of what he really came here for. Seishiro shook it off, using the
best excuse ever, the Scarlet O�Hara �I won�t think about it now, I�ll think
about it tomorrow� to make himself forget and give into lust.

To
help stabilize himself on lust Seishiro reached out and lay the very tips of
his left hand fingers on the flat of the boy�s stomach.

The
boy was just like he wanted him to be, somewhere in the back of his head where
he drew an image of the perfect sexual playmate for himself, muscle-less and
fat-less, a waif. A fresh bud.

His
fingers trailed downwards from the edge of the boy�s ribcage to the extremely
sensitive territory of his lower abdomen. The boy�s manhood leaped into action,
hard and ready for him to take.

Seishiro
loosened up his tie, removing it completely and throwing it carelessly to the
floor by the bed. He unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged his jacket off.

His
left hand kept trailing across the boy�s body, registering the milky soft skin
as it relaxed under his touch from the cold inflicted goose bumps. His hand
registered how the boy�s body began to heat up under the simple touch until it
was like a delicately shaped heater. Oh how he was able to get himself started
this boy, like a luxury car�s engine. Seishiro liked luxurious things.

Seishiro
let his mouth take command now as he bent forward and traced little circles
around the boy�s right nipple. Those nipples were driving him a little crazy a
moment ago, so small and pink and perfect they really looked like closed little
flowers.

His
right hand moved over himself, roughly caressing his chest and lower into the
crotch of his immaculate black Armani pants which he unbuttoned a moment ago.

No,
he didn�t want to get off like that, though in a few moments he won�t be able
to��no, he wasn�t able to control himself.

Swearing
under his breath, Seishiro disconnected himself from the magnetizing naked boy
and walked to the nightstand by the large bed, fetching a paper tissue from the
little box situated atop the dark brown wood and cleaning his semen from the
suit he picked up from dry cleaning this very damn morning.

�Fu�.Fuma�.wh�.Fuma?� the boy was whimpering and shaking again.

Seishiro
looked back at him raging and blaming him of his own lack of control.

But
he won�t think about it now, not now for god�s sake, when he�s up and ready
again, not now when the boy has his frail little back to him, not with that
small and perfectly round behind so vulnerable before him.

Removing
his shirt, shaking off his pants, Seishiro climbed on the bed and went on all
fours.

Yes
he went on all fours, Sakurazuka Seishiro, because he wanted to kiss the small
of the boy�s back. Just between the two dimples he found as the most erotic
part in the boy accept those sensual pink lips.

He
let his lips linger there for a while until the boy stopped shaking and calmed
down.

The
boy didn�t really calm down from the moment Seishiro started touching him to
the very end of their act. The boy was always panting or whimpering or
withering or trying to form the name of a person he thought he was with and
failing miserably.

It
didn�t matter really because just like the boy couldn�t speak properly,
Seishiro couldn�t hear properly.

The
two were so locked in their little world of fantasies coming true that anything
else in the world around them faded and unfocused.

Seishiro
rose to kneeling on the bed like the boy, and reached out to the boy�s hips.

He
didn�t like them with too many leg muscles. Boys like that climbed trees in
their life, played with their friends, did some exercise. Boys like that could
get up and run away from him. Seishiro liked them to be like noble Chinese
girls of ancient times; beautiful and crippled so whenever they�d try to escape
they�d fall down and fail. Then he could leap down on them and devour them like
the Wolf on tiny Red Riding Hood.

With
that thought in mind he bit down into the boy�s shoulder, grazing his teeth
against the perfect skin and taking great measures not to inflict even the
tiniest flaw on the boy.

The
boy moaned, so much like a well trained porno star, with such surprise at his
own delight and so much pleasure, so much succumbing in one airy �ah�.�
Seishiro found another plus to the boy.

Looking
up at the knot that bound the boy Seishiro had to laugh. He reached upwards and
pulled the little excess strap that secured the boy from escaping.

Ah,
that knot, the good old day in high school when he could practice it over and
over again in their after school club (after all, Seishiro was a Clamp Campus
student once) indeed it brought good memories. But the subjects of his practice
in high school were never such fine specimens of Seishiro�s
fantasies.

With
his fantasies in mind, Seishiro reached over to the boy�s erect member, busying
his mouth with tracing patters on a pure white ear and making the boy purr,
while his hands began caressing lower turning to pumping the hardness in his
hand slowly.

�No�.�
the boy exhaled suddenly �Don�t play�.� Seishiro bit down on him again in hope
of silencing him so that he could concentrate on his own pleasure �Ju�.just do�..just do it�.please�.Fuma please�.�

The
pleading tone; what a perfect slave the boy would make if Seishiro would have
really ever mastered the studies of BDSM but he never bothered to get too deep
into it.

Seishiro
had a tendency to not obsess as much as he submerged himself in things in a
fashion quite similar to obsession.

He
did it with work and with pretending to be the Kind Veterinarian and by the end
of The Bet he realized it was hard to yank himself out of these submerging whenever
he wished to be free.

But
if this boy was with him in the after school club at the time Seishiro would
have delighted in taking another course and another with him as the dominant
and the boy as his slave and submerge himself so deep he�d truly drown in it.

And
the words�.�Do it��..he didn�t have a choice but to do it now or he wouldn�t be
able to control himself again.

Seishiro
turned around and found the lubricant.

He
registered it earlier when he scanned the room in general, making sure to always
remember where everything is in his environment and help himself gain more
control over a situation.

There
were moments in Seishiro�s fantasies that threw him (mentally)
off the edge. Stripping whomever he was about to have sex with was one. Kissing
whomever it was across the neck and toying with their ears to make his subject
shudder was another. Applying lubricant to his fingers and insert them into whomever
he�s with was another.

Seishiro
could throw his head back and laugh wholeheartedly with how absurd it seemed
that this boy of all the boys in the world followed his fantasies as if
he was going through a list ticking off everything Seishiro ever wanted in a
sexual partner.

When
he slid his fingers in not only did the boy gasp with pleasure (Seishiro didn�t
like the chaste �oh my god what are you doing?!� over-innocent reactions) but
he also bucked his hips, drawing his lower back towards Seishiro to take more
of his fingers in. It was a lot like petting a cat, the animal leaning into the
touch while directing you to where it liked the touch most.

He
played with his fingers inside the boy, twiddling a little and turning them to
different directions. The boy was shaking, gasping and moaning.

It
wasn�t malice Seishiro stared at the blindfolded boy�s back with, it was
amazement. No one ever caught him unguarded like that since his �Kamui� commented
him about how much he couldn�t care less whether he gave cigarettes to a minor
or not.

Finally,
seriously on the verge of orgasm, Seishiro directed himself into the boy and
slid in. he grabbed the boy hard, one arm across his chest and the other
pumping the boy.

His
head became heavy, violently dizzy, so he rested it on the boy�s shoulder to
nip at his neck and collar bone (another over the edge part in his fantasies
because now he could come if he wanted to) Seishiro felt the impending climax
rake through his body with such power like he never experienced before, little
waves preparing his body for the tsunami about to come.

The
only thing that kept Seishiro from reaching climax in honest was the boy, whose
mouth was just by his ear. He was saying his damned �Fuma, Fuma, Fuma, Fuma�
over and over again and for some obscure reason it irked Seishiro enough to rob
him of the precious super orgasm he felt he was going to have.

He
reached out with his free hand and traced the boy�s lips. The boy picked his
middle finger and began kissing it hungrily, sucking on it erotically.

That
was enough to throw him off big time. Usually he would be angry at himself for
letting his mask fall off enough to let someone else hear him scream but right
now nothing could make Seishiro shut his mouth. Besides, by then his body was
so out of control that even if he wanted he couldn�t stop himself from yelling
when he came.

He
was so ignorant to anything else besides the white-hot pleasure that he didn�t
notice the boy was biting down on his finger.

He
did register it somewhere in his foggy mind and connected it to the
boy�s own climax as his unbitten palm registered mildly sticky substance poured
into it.

**********************

�Fuma�.?�

Was
it Fuma? Was it? was it? was it? was it? was it? was it?!

The
silence was eating Kamui alive. Someone was in the room, standing directly
before him, watching him�but was it Fuma?

Kamui
would honestly die if it wasn�t, if it was some hotel worker who decided
it must be funny to come in and watch this pathetic youth hanging, bound like
some twisted hentai movie character, from a hook
where the hotel room�s lamp should be.

Kamui
would tell the whole Battle of the Apocalypse to go
screw itself and flee the country with a new I.D if it was a fellow Seal who
went looking for him after he went missing the whole morning and located him
here, bound and naked like some ancient barbarian shrine offering.

Was
it Fuma? Oh god�.

Kamui
never believed in any religion really but he begged any deity out there to have
mercy on his petty black soul and deliver Fuma here before him now.

Fingers
were touching him softly, kindly, lovingly. Kamui�s
heart beat in his chest so hard it was painful. His throat was dry and
twitching with choked tears of excitement. It was Fuma!!!!!

Fuma
was running his hand down his body, oh yes! He was appreciating him, he was
caressing him, he wasn�t going to hurt him too badly�..oh yes!

They
were going to do it, they were going to make love and end this stupid teasing
dance in the name of Kekkais to be protected and
broken.

Kamui
was shaking as he stopped himself from crying with joy. He wanted to kiss Fuma,
wanted to tell Fuma to kiss him but his brain and his tongue betrayed him,
letting him produce only whimpers and broken syllables.

He
felt a hot tongue playing on his nipple and his head silenced again. There was
nothing in there but bright white clouds shining with light. Kamui�s mind was soaring high in the sky.

Inside
him was a little boy dancing happily, shooting his fists in the air and
hollering at the top of his lungs �YAAAAAY! I DID IT! I�M DOING IT! IT WORKED!�
the boy was screaming.

Kamui
was moaning, thanking whatever deity it was with withering sounds.

And
it stopped! All of a sudden the cold was back as if the hot mouth on his body
was all the heat Kamui had to protect him from the cold on his naked body.

Just
like happiness crushed on Kamui like a tumbling Sunshine 60, so did the fear he
was experiencing now.

Did
Fuma change his mind? Did regret spoil their encounter? Was it their role in
destiny that Fuma thought of and removed himself from him?

Kamui
wished to tear at the leather strap and throw himself at Fuma, to throw himself
at his questionable lover�s feet and beg for more.

Why
did Fuma leave? He could hear Fuma pant and choke a few moans a moment back, he
was sexually excited for sure! Why did he leave?!

Fuma
was walking behind him, somewhere to Kamui�s left �..
what �. what was going on?! Kamui was on the verge of tears again.

�Fu�.Fuma�.wh�.Fuma?� he managed to say, trying to fight the tears
from soaking his voice. Why was it that he couldn�t make a proper sentence?!

It
didn�t matter anymore because Fuma was climbing on the bed behind him and
placing his lips�.yes, his lips on his lower back�..oh he was back! He
was back! Fuma was back!!!!!

He
was touching his legs, stroking him, touching him again. The child in Kamui
started dancing with renewed energies.

Fuma
once said that he knew everything Kamui can and can�t do because he was Kamui
himself.

That�s
why he knew Kamui liked a little pain. He knew Kamui picked the habit of a
little violence ever since Fuma started mumbling things about the End of the
World.

How
else would he know he should bite down on his shoulder? Electric currents ran
under Kamui�s skin every time he felt teeth grazing
his skin.

And
how would he know he didn�t like it when Fuma hurt him enough to make him bleed?
How would he know to bite down without breaking his skin?

Oh
his new Fuma was so wonderful, so considerate and loving, so soft and caring
and brutal and sexual and so fucking brilliant!

The
little tug to the knot binding him came. Kamui read that little manual over and
over again. Fuma was accepting his role in this game; he was taking dominance
over it, over Kamui.

Now
he has no where to run, but who the fuck wants to run anyway?!

Oh
the tongue was back, Fuma was licking his sensitive ears�..he knows just where
to lick�.oh the joy�.

But
his hands were playing downstairs, his hands were going to throw him off the
edge and Kamui couldn�t trust his excitement to support him into another round
if he reached climax now.

No,
he wanted more then just a little hand job from Fuma. He wanted the real deal now
that things had to be proven. They�ll have all the time in the world, when this
is over and they�ll call the Battle off, to play around and
test each other�s abilities. Now what Kamui wanted more then anything was to
feel Fuma fill him.

�No�.�
he tried making Fuma stop. It didn�t help. Goddamn it why was it so hard to
talk?! �Don�t play�.� Fuma only bit down on him again to try and get him off
quicker.

Kamui
was a very stubborn little thing when he wanted it and he wanted Fuma in him now
�Ju�.just do�..just do it�.please�.Fuma
please�.� Begging was something any good
slave would do to his dominant and that was their game was it not?

It
did the trick. Fuma let go of him and disappeared from the little world of
touch-induced lights playing before Kamui�s closed
eyes.

What
brought dancing colorful lights back were two fingers as they entered him,
playing inside a little.

Fuma
had such big manly hands; Kamui always registered that as he saw his object of
affection and lust play basketball.

He
always tried to picture those strong long fingers splayed on the orange ball, forcefully
do the same across him.

Fuma�s fingers were manipulating him into a submissive pulp
now just like they did with the basketball only the ball was not quite as
withering and liquid like as Kamui was now�. metaphors are a hard thing to form
when you�re being prodded the way Kamui was.

Fuma
removed the fingers and Kamui gasped, awaiting the bigger things, awaiting Fuma
himself.

Fuma
never knew it but during that basketball game Kamui came to watch, his high
school team�s uniform pants were just loose enough to make Kamui not quite
concentrate on the game rather on what was bouncing under them as Fuma leaped
and dodged about the field.

When
Kamui really began obsessing over Fuma�s body
that was the first thing he tried to picture. He�d lie in bed and think up how
Fuma might look under those loose red shorts and shiver in his bed from
repressed lust.

Now
that part of Fuma was within reach, fuck reach, Kamui could feel it squeezing
into him.

He
leaned in deeper, taking Fuma completely into him. He wanted to scream out with
joy like the little child within him. He wanted to burst into tears and thank
Fuma for deeming him worthy of it. He wanted to beg Fuma to thrust harder.

He
didn�t need to do that now did he? Because Fuma was pounding into him so
forcefully Kamui needn�t speak. He couldn�t speak though he could hear
himself say Fuma�s name with an ever increasing
volume.

Fuma
was such an animal! Such a delicious and vicious animal! Truly he was some kind
of a predator, clawing at him and pumping him and taking him so forcefully.

Kamui
was loosing his ability to register his surrounding or anything in his body but
the strips of flesh where Fuma�s skin touched his. Everything
was a black void around him like in Hinoto�s dreams
only with an upcoming orgasm to add to the fun. The pleasure was transporting
Kamui into a world where nothing else mattered and no words besides his lover�s
name meant anything.

Fuma
was kissing his collarbone, licking his neck and nipping at it gently.

Kamui
wanted to touch that slightly spiky, sticky from sweat mixed with too much hair
gel, raven hair. He wanted to smell the musk of Fuma�s
sweat, the sweat he seduced out of him.

Fuma
reached to his mouth to feel his lips. Kamui could feel him about to burst
inside him.

He
wanted to toy with Fuma and prove him that he can be erotic and sexy even in
the minimum self control state he was in. He picked Fuma�s
middle finger and sucked down on it, tracing circles with his tongue on the
digit like it was Fuma�s manhood inside him.

And
he didn�t give up on his need to smell Fuma and feel his hair against his face.

If
he gave that wish up maybe he�d be a little saner later when this was all over.

Kamui
moved his head to Fuma hair and took a deep sniff.

IT
WASN�T FUMA!!!!

He
was starting to shake. Sadly it wasn�t because of his new revelation. It was
because he was a stone rolling uncontrollably down a very steep slope and he couldn�t
stop himself from reaching the bottom. He couldn�t help the earthshaking orgasm
about to come upon him.

But
it wasn�t Fuma�..who was it?!

Who
was it that smelled of cigarettes? Not Subaru because Subaru�s hands were more
like his, small and delicate, and Subaru would have tried to talk to him before
doing something like this.

And
it wasn�t Fuma for sure because Fuma didn�t smell of sakura because Fuma was
slightly allergic to the stuff and Kamui knew that since the first time he saw
Fuma break out with a rash standing under a cherry tree.

�Why
do I smoke?� Subaru�s voice filtered through the raking pleasure and the huge
rocks rattling inside Kamui�s mind, the violent pulse
of blood in Kamui�s ears. �Because he smokes�.

He
being
the�..oh no�..

The
Sakurazukamori, which would explain why the hair he was leaning against
was reeking of the pink petal�s scent.

No.
no. no. no. no. no. no. no. NO!

It
couldn�t be Seishiro, Kamui bit down on the finger in his mouth trying to cut
it in half and make the man stop moving so wonderfully inside him.

It
couldn�t be Seishiro who was milking the purest, most powerful and most
delighting sensation Kamui was now experiencing. It couldn�t�..

But
it was too late�..too late��too late�.oh Fu�.no�.not Fu�..too late�..too late
for that�..

If
there was a thought in Kamui�s mind it was gone now,
washed away by the huge tide of climax. He was screaming into the finger and
shaking so badly and thanking not the deity but this man for the orgasm.

After
the bright white light that blinded him came the afterglow and a dead faint.
Kamui was simply too shocked, too charged and too exhausted to keep awake after
it all.

Whether
he fainted or fell asleep Kamui couldn�t remember. All he knew was that there
was something soft at the bottom of the pitch black pit he was falling into and
that was enough to know to let go of control. He crushed into the bed as his
bounding was released and strong arms caught him. He did not want to
think about who�s arms it was.

There
was one thing that lingered in the fragments of seconds before he went blank.
It was like acid in his mind, burning down anything in its path.

It
was Seishiro, not Fuma, who just made him feel so damn good. Sakurazuka(mori!) Seishiro.

(tbc)
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