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Chapter List
- 3
- 4
- 5
lDisclaimer: 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.

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

Author�s Thanks 2: for Nancy from FF.net, the
new addition�s first reviewer (thank you!!!), to Mana_13 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 FF.net
(thank you so much!).

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 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 then 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 artificially 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 never mind how much he turned
his head. Such wide spaced apartments were 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 their labels off their spines he would be surprised to find a variety of
artistic movies, sophisticated east European movies, several well spoken of
Canes 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 bulletproof 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 it�s
owned 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 it�s 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 will return.

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 owners fought to realise what was done to him.

He
smirked as he noticed the frail back shuddered.

�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 then 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
take the step Seishiro led him to do.

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 deemed 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 then 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 into 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 will 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 plans 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
pray was in no state of mind to object 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 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 headboard and left the bed to fish for his boxers.

While
he applied his little vibrating toy to the boy he 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 then the
cuffs, seeing how the days were still 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 soar 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 legs 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 and 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
will 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, hop across Tokyo until he located the
Sakurazukamori and, once he finds him, kick his ass.

He
wouldn�t really kick his ass would he? If anyone�s ass will be in any form of
pain it�d be his.

Kamui
has taken into 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 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 was in the gutter.

He
placed the pencil down by his notebook, leaned his chin on his hand and day
dreamed.

Why
was he daydreaming about Seishiro? He should be daydreaming about Fuma like he
always does when class is boring and his morning woody was 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. Pin pointing 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�s 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 turning his
cigarette off 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
to Subaru�s dorms television set.

He
never noticed how small it looked, how backwards technologically it seemed, how
poor this dorms furnishing now seemed.

Once
he had been excited at the sight of furnishing in his own independent apartment,
as poor as it were, for it meant he was responsible for his own life. Kamui
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 furnishing 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 purring it (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 needs to, but
whenever he�d speak to him Subaru had such a warm and caring quality to it. 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 kind� 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 wouldn�t have 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 bladed 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 thought lately he was able to do it again. But not
tonight, tonight Seishiro was extremely rough on 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 will 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 can.

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
will 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 the 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 was 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
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 book;
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 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 does you pulled out 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�ll 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.

Seishrio�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�s 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.�

/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 thought
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 will be over where will you be? What would 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
life.�

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)
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