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A/N:
Okay...from this chapter on,
things are going to get a little weird... Hn... probably a lot
weird.
Also, not much going on here plotwise; just lots of smut. I'll get
back to the actual plot in the next chapter, but for now... Smut
ahoy!

Thanks
again to all of you who read and review!

Lost
Ground, Lost Souls

Chapter
6

By
the end of the week, Ryuhou was able to perceive a definite
improvement in Kazuma's condition: the younger man seemed to be a
little stronger now, no longer tired as easily or as often as he had
during their journey. Of course, he was still a long way from a full
recovery, but he was at least strong enough to occasionally accompany
Ryuhou when he went out to run one errand or another. There had been
other changes as well...Kazuma seemed...happier now, more at peace.
The younger man smiled more now, and didn't seem as witdrawn or
indifferent as he had before. He took more of an interest in his
surroundings, and in the day-to-day activities of village life going
on around him. The changes in his companion, small as they might be,
had given Ryuhou hope. This place was good for the younger Alter,
and as Kazuma seemed to feel at home here, Ryuhou decided that
perhaps he should provide the other man with a real home: something
neither of them had had for a very long time.

Having
kept their room at the inn for a second week, the former HOLY officer
had ample time to effect his plan. The first step was to find a
reasonably reliable vehicle to allow him a bit more mobility. As the
village was a prosperous one, this fortunately proved to be easier
than he had hoped, and after a single day of searching, he was able
to find a small jeep similar to his old one.

That...had
been a good day. When he had returned to the inn with his prize, he
had gone up to the room to get Kazuma and had taken his companion out
for a ride into the desert, where they had parked to watch the sunset
and consume the small picnic lunch that Ryuhou had purchased for them
in the village. As the last vestiges of light faded from the sky,
the pink, orange and violet hues deepening to a velvety indigo,
Ryuhou had reached out for the other man, pulling Kazuma close as his
lips sought out his companion's for a deep, passionate kiss, which
the other man returned with equal enthusiasm. A good day, indeed.

Of
course...not all the days were so good. Kazuma was still quite ill,
and there were days when the younger man could barely move—or
even get out of bed in the morning. On those days, Ryuhou would stay
home, torn between wanting to take care of and comfort the other
man...and wanting to beat him senseless for being such a pain in the
ass. And then he would feel guilty for becoming annoyed with his
companion when he was obviously still so ill.

And
then there were other days...days when Kazuma was able to get up and
move around with relative ease, but seemed somehow...lost. Days when
Kazuma would look at Ryuhou with no sign of recognition in the
clouded amber eyes. Days when he seemed to have forgotten the past
few weeks entirely or seemed to believe he was back in his own past,
somewhere during the time he had been living with Kanami; sometime
before the events leading up to his first encounter with HOLY. A
time when he had been happy...and relatively innocent.

Those
were the hardest days for Ryuhou to face. It was bad enough to see
the once vital man physically weakened to such an extent, but seeing
his former rival reduced to such a childlike, dependent state was
almost unbearable. On those days, the former HOLY member stayed
close as well, afraid that if he strayed far from Kazuma, the younger
man would wander off, and Ryuhou would return to find only an empty
room.

For
the most part, however, the good—or at least tolerable—days
outnumbered the bad, and within a relatively short time, Ryuhou was
able to put his plan into effect. The hardest part, of course, had
been keeping it a secret from Kazuma. Of course, his companion knew
that something was up—with Ryuhou going out for long periods of
time every day, he could hardly fail to notice, after all. As Ryuhou
wanted his gift to be a surprise, however, he responded to Kazuma's
almost relentless questions with only the comment that he would find
out once everything was ready.

Looking
back, it had been too easy—almost frighteningly so—to
accomplish his purpose, but by the end of the week, he had found and
purchased a modest sized house on a small parcel of land, far enough
away from the center of things to allow for privacy when they desired
it, but near enough that they weren't totally isolated. Not only
that; he had also managed to gather enough furniture together to make
the place habitable. What repairs needed to be made were, for the
most part, simple enough for him to do himself; the few he couldn't
handle, he hired out to a few of the skilled laborers in the village.

While
the repairs were being made, they'd had to stay another two weeks at
the inn, but finally, by the end of the fourth week, everything was
ready. Returning from the house where he'd just finished making a
final check to ensure that all was in readiness, he parked the jeep
outside the inn. As he climbed out of the vehicle, a small smile lit
his face at the sight of Kazuma, a little dusty and disheveled,
playing ball with several of the village children. Although it was a
welcome sight to see his companion smiling and laughing as well as
taking an interest in things again, Ryuhou couldn't help being a
little concerned as well. Kazuma was still weak and far from well,
and he was afraid the younger man would exhaust himself.

As
Ryuhou moved towards the group, Kazuma happened to glance up, a
bright smile breaking over his face as he spotted the other man.
Leaving his companions, he jogged up to Ryuhou—who struggled to
hide his concern upon seeing how out of breath the younger Alter was.

“Hey...
you're back!”

Smiling
faintly, Ryuhou nodded, “Yes...” Reaching out, he
lightly gripped Kazuma's shoulder, “I'm sorry to break up your
game...but it's time to leave now. Go on up to the room and get your
things. I'll be up in a minute, after I've settled our bill.”

“We're...leaving?”
A slight frown furrowed the younger man's brow as he blinked up at
Ryuhou. “But I thought...”

“We're
only leaving the inn,” Ryuhou assured him, “And we're
not going far.”

“Then
where...?”

Reaching
up, Ryuhou gently caressed Kazuma's cheek. “You'll see in a
few minutes,” he promised, “Like I said, it's not
far...Now, go on; I'll be up in a minute..”

Still
frowning a little, Kazuma looked up at Ryuhou for a long moment.
Finally, he nodded and then turned, heading back to the inn,
occasionally pausing to glance back at Ryuhou, his confusion evident
as he slowly moved across the yard before disappearing through the
door.

*
* * * * * * * * *

“Well...?”
Ryuhou asked, a trifle nervously as he watched Kazuma slowly make his
way from room to room within the small bungalow. “Do you like
it?”

Dazedly,
Kazuma lifted his gaze to meet Ryuhou's, his head nodding slowly in
the affirmative, “Yeah...it's great, Ryuhou... but...I don't
get it...” Glancing around the kitchen where they currently
stood, he gesture vaguely at their surroundings, “Why all this?
I mean, the inn was fine...”

Smiling,
Ryuhou moved toward the other man, his arms wrapping around Kazuma as
he pulled his former rival into a gentle embrace. “Well...you
seemed to like this village so much,” he murmured, nuzzling his
cheek against the younger man's. “I...just thought it might be
nice to have a place of our own...” Pausing a moment, he
pressed a kiss to Kazuma's cheek. “So...do
you like the idea?”

Kazuma nodded slowly, although the
frown never left his face. “Yeah...sure I do, but... I
dunno...it seems like a lot of trouble to go through...considering
I...probably don't have a whole lot longer.

Ryuhou couldn't help but be a little
disheartened by the other man's somewhat lukewarm reception of his
gift...and the fact that Kazuma still seemed to be intent on
dying...on leaving him...Getting angry or impatient with the ailing
man would serve no purpose, however—and as he quickly reminded
himself, Kazuma was still quite ill. The younger man had also
improved, however—perhaps he simply didn't realize how much
better he was now.

“Well...for the time you have
left, then,” Ryuhou replied, trying to keep his tone light.
Forcing a smile, he pressed another kiss to his companion's cheek
before pulling back. “Come on, you haven't even seen the
bedroom yet. You can rest there for a bit while I make us something
to eat.” Taking Kazuma's hand into his own, he gave the other
man's fingers a gentle squeeze as he led his companion further back
into the house.

* * * * * * * * * *

After dinner, Ryuhou took heart as
despite his earlier remark, Kazuma seemed to be in good spirits.
During their stay in the village, the younger man had regained
something of his prodigous appetite—and now that they had
removed to their own place, that hadn't changed...and Ryuhou watched
with some satisfaction as his companion enthusiastically polished off
a second helping of the simple stir-fry he had prepared.

With the other man in such a good
mood, Ryuhou thought that this might be as good a time as any to
broach the second part of his plan. During a lull in the
conversation, he glanced up at the other man, “Kazuma...”
he began hesitantly, “I've been thinking...about...your
condition...”

Halting the almost relentless
shovelling of food from his plate to his mouth for a moment, Kazuma
paused, his laden chopsticks poised halfway between. Looking over at
his companion, the younger raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

Taking a deep breath, Ryuhou pressed
on, “Well...I still think your condition isn't as hopeless as
you think...” Raising a hand as the other man opened his mout
tho protest, Ryuhou cut him off, “Please, just hear me out.”

“I already told you, I don't
want any fucking cages or any fucking hospitals. I just want to
enjoy what time I got left...”

Slamming his own chopsticks down onto
the table, Ryuhou glared across the table at the other Alter. “Damn
it! Will you just listen to me, Kazuma? I'm not talking about
putting you in a hospital!”

Kazuma scowled back across the table
at Ryuhou, but after a lengthy pause, he shrugged. “Go on...”

Somewhat mollified, Ryuhou continued,
“Well... you remember Tachibana?” At the other man's
brief nod, he added, “Well, his Alter has other aspects than
just mind-control, you know. It has healing abilities as well.

With a soft grunt, Kazuma went back to
inhaling his dinner, “Yeah... so?”

Pushing back his own impatience,
Ryuhou reminded himself that in all likelihood, Kazuma wasn't really
trying to be an annoying, obnoxious jerk...the other man had
simply been one for so long that it was second nature to him now.
“So...” he continued, forcing a faint smile, “I
think he might be able to help you...”

Kazuma was silent for a long moment,
his gaze focused upon his half-empty plate. Finally, he looked back
up to Ryuhou, his shoulders rolling in a small shrug. “I
dunno... I don't really like the idea of someone else poking around
in my head... It's already fucked up enough, don't you think?”

“I don't think it would be like
that,” Ryuhou assured him. “It wouldn't be the same as
when the two of you fought—he wouldn't be trying to control
you.”

After another lengthy silence from the
other side of the table, Kauzma made another concommittal grunt
before once again turning his attention to his food. “So...you
know where to find him, then?”

With a faint, relieved smile, Ryuhou
raised a bite of stirfry to his own lips. “Yes, I believe so.”

After dinner, while Ryuhou tidied the
kitchen—Kazuma, surprisingly enough, even volunteering to
assist him—the younger man suddenly turned to him, asking the
question that seemed to be the only one on his lips whenever Ryuhou
did...well...anything for him.

“Why...?”

Placing the last of the dishes into
the cupboard, Ryuhou slowly turned to face his companion. Truth be
told, he wasn't quite sure of his motives, himself. It made no
sense, really. Even when he and Kazuma had worked together to expel
the Mainland forces from the Lost Ground, they hadn't exactly been
the best of friends. And in the four years since their final,
all-out battle, he had carried on with his self-imposed duty, rarely
giving the other man a thought from one month's end to the next. But
now...having once again fallen in with his long-time rival, he
realized that...without the other man as a daily fixture in his
life...something...had been missing. He didn't know what that
something was, but he simply couldn't let the other man go before he
found out.

“I...dont' know if I can explain
it, really,” Ryuhou replied with a vaguely sheepish smile. “I
just...can't let you die—not without a fight. If I did...I
feel like part of me would die as well.” Blushing darkly, he
lowered his gaze, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the
other. “I...can't give up on you, Kazuma... I won't...”

Again, Kazuma was silent, and when the
other man still hadn't spoken after several minutes, Ryuhou forced
himself to look up, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of the
other man standing before him, visibly trembling, pale-faced...and
looking almost as ill as he'd been when Ryuhou had first found him.
As their gazes once again meshed, Kazuma strode forward, covering the
short distance between them in a few strides. Reaching out, he
desperately clutched at the front of Ryuhou's shirt, yanking the
older man closer.

“I'm not worth saving!”
he spat, his face a mask of agony as he pressed in close to the other
man. “Everything I've done... I deserve this—what's
happening to me—I deserve it! I've fucking earned it!”

“No!” Reaching out,
Ryuhou wrapped his arms tightly around Kazuma, pulling the younger
Alter into a protective embrace. “You don't deserve this...”
he murmured, brushing soothing kisses over Kazuma's hair, his neck
and the side of his face. “You don't...I promise... So
please, let me help you see that...”

Leaning down slightly, his lips found
Kazuma's own as he engaged the other man in a searing kiss. Of their
own volition, his hands moved restlessly over his rival's body,
impatiently tugging at the bottom of his shirt before greedily
caressing over the warm, scarred skin of the other man's back. He
could feel Kazuma responding in kind, the other man's hands tugging
at his own clothing, roughened palms rasping over his own suddenly
feverish feeling skin.

By mutual consent, the two men moved
toward the bedroom, their frenzied hands leaving a trail of discarded
clothing in their wake. Together, they tumbled onto the bed, limbs
tangling in a lover's knot as their bodies meshed together. In the
darkness, lips sought out their mates, as hands reached out,
caressing, kneading, needing...

* * * * * * * * * *

Sitting crosswise on the bed, his
thighs spread wide apart, Mujou Kyoji leaned back on his elbows, a
very satisfied smirk on his face as he watched the brown-haired young
man kneeling on the floor between his spread legs, the youth's lips
currently wrapped most pleasantly around Mujou's cock, sucking for
all he was worth. The boy was certainly...talented; it was easy to
see why Kazuma had been so fond of him—although he seriously
doubted that the auburn-haired Alter had utilized—or even known
of—one tenth of his former lover's talents. This, of course,
only made his possession of Kimishima, body and soul, just that much
more delicious.

Of course, it wasn't really Kimishima
that Mujou had wanted, but Kazuma himself. Many times during his
exile he had imagine the brat occupying the exact same spot where
Kimishima now knelt, the punk's obnoxious mouth finally silent for
once as Mujou gave him something better to do with it than
trash-talking. If all went as planned, he would soon have the chance
to see that idle daydream become a reality. With Kimishima's help,
it would be a simple matter to break his nemesis, and once that had
been accomplished, he could amuse himself with the younger man's
humiliation until that ceased to be entertaining...and then he could
have the final pleasure of destroying him. Or...he might even give
his young companion that pleasure.

Although it had been an incredible
stroke of luck finding the boy on the Other Side, it had been child's
play to pretend to befriend him. The task of providing the youth
with a material body had proven to be a little more difficult—it
had taken him almost two years after his banishment by Ryuhou and
Kazuma to regain enough strength to do so. Once that had been
accomplished, the rest was fairly simple: blocking out the majority
of Kimishima's memories was accomplished by a simple adjustment to
his old Absorption Alter. Transforming Kimishima into an Alter was
simply a matter of taking him to the Alter forest.

Oh...but the most amusing thing of all
had been the story he'd fed the youth once he'd awakened from his
ordeal. According to Mujou's highly edited version, Kazuma was the
vilest of betrayers who had used Kimishima—and everyone else he
cared for—in a quest for more power, and then callously
sacrificed Kimishima when it became convenient, leaving him for dead
when the youth had been injured and slowed him down. Fortunately,
Mujou had found him in time and was able to nurse him back to health.

During the younger man's
convalescence, Mujou had painted a very different portrait of his own
involvement with the Shell Bullet than what had actually occurred.
According to Mujou's revisionist version of history, he had been one
of the few Alters to take a stand against Kazuma and Ryuhou during
their reign of terror, and as a result of their repeated clashes,
he'd lost most of his power—and almost his life, as well.

It was truly a pity that he'd been
unable to find Ryuhou's annoying little blue-haired girlfriend as
well—that would have truly made his triumph complete.
Unfortunately, he had been unable to locate her during his
exile...or, perhaps, she had hidden herself from him...but it didn't
really matter; he'd find a way to avenge himself on the former HOLY
officer as well; it was simply a matter of time...and patience. Both
of which he had in abundance.

In the meantime, he had Kazuma's
beloved one to toy with—and Kimishima was, indeed, a pleasant
diversion. The younger man was only too happy to do anything that
Mujou asked of him, and the Mainland Alter had taken great pleasure
in degrading and humiliating his enemy's former lover—not that
Kimishima was aware of what he was doing, of course. But when they
were ready to...go public, as it were, he would make sure that Kazuma
had a ringside seat to witness just how completely he now possessed
the fiery Alter's ex-lover.

Of course, his plan had evolved over
the two years since his return from exile. Originally, he'd planned
to simply destroy Kimishima after the youth had served his purpose of
luring Kazuma to him—after their little demonstration, of
course. But...over the time they'd been together, he'd become rather
fond of his companion—the young man was indeed talented—and
he had altered his plans to accommodate that change of heart. Once
Kimishima brought Kazuma to him, he would keep both men with him. He
and his playmate would have such fun breaking their quarry—and
Mujou was quite looking forward to the day when he would have Kazuma
broken and kneeling before him. Perhaps he'd even allow Kimishima to
take the other man for old time's sake. It wasn't necessary, of
course...but Mujou had always been something of a sentimentalist.

Allowing his head to fall back,
Mujou's eyes slowly fluttered closed, his thighs trembling, his body
tensing and arching as he finally surrendered himself to the amazing
sensations that Kimishima's mouth sent flooding through him.
Reaching down with one hand, he gripped the short, spikey brown hair,
holding the younger man's head in place as he thrust hard and fast
into that incredible mouth. After only a few thrusts, he arched
suddenly, an almost triumphant shout tearing itself from his throat
as the hot rush of his orgasm swept over him, his seed spilling from
him into the younger man's waiting mouth.

Panting heavily, Mujou collapsed back
onto the bed, shuddering slightly as Kimishima's lips and tongue
continued to pleasure him until he was drained and sated. As the
other man's hot, slick mouth slid away from his waning erection, a
low moan broke past Mujou's lips.

“Did I please you, Mujou-sama?”

Smiling broadly, Mujou sat up,
reaching out a hand to coax the younger man up onto the bed beside
him. “Yes, very much—as you always do, Kimishima.”
Reaching out, he caressed the side of the younge rman's face, his
gaze raking over the muscular body so close to his own, finally
coming to rest on the rampant arousal bobbing up between the other
man's legs. “That looks...most uncomfortable, pet...” he
purred, reaching down to trace one fingertip lightly along the
quivering length, a soft chuckle rising from his throat as a visible
shudder wracked the other man's body. “Would you like to take
care of that now, Kimishima?”

“If that pleases you,
Mujou-sama,” came the prompt reply.

Smiling broadly, Mujou leaned in to
press an effectionate kiss to Kimishima's cheek. “Such a good,
obedient boy...” Laying back on the bed, he propped his head
up on the pillows, his gaze resting possessively on his companion.
“Yes, it pleases me... You know how much I enjoy watching
you...enjoy yourself...”

Smiling, Kimishima crawled over the
bed to stand on his knees, straddling Mujou's legs, exposing himself
fully to the older man's view. A faint blush colored his cheeks as
warm brown eyes rose to meet Mujou's gaze and after a moment, the
younger man reached down, his fingers curling around hot, hard flesh,
his eyelids fluttering as the muscular body arched, a low moan rising
from his throat.

From his vantage point, Mujou
continued to watch his companion avidly, drinking in every tremor,
every moan and gasp, every blissful expression that flickered over
the younger man's face. The boy really was beautiful like this,
completely shameless and wanton, willing—even eager—to
debase himself for Mujou's pleasure. Not for the first time, Mujou
was glad that he'd decided to spare the younger man even after he'd
served his purpose. Once they had disposed of Kazuma, he could amuse
himself with the other man indefinitely...or for as long as Kimishima
continued to divert him, at any rate.

“What are you thinking about,
Kimishima?” Just watching the other man, knowing his past, his
former devotion to his bothersome lover...and seeing the control he
had over Kimishima now...all served to fan the flames of his own
desires. Every time he took the other man, every time he made him
gasp or scream in pleasure it was a blow to Kazuma's pride—even
if his nemesis was unaware of it as yet.

“You...” Kimishima
murmured, his unoccupied hand moving, sliding up over taut, tanned
skin, releasing a small gasp as his fingers played over his chest,
toying with his own nipples. “Only you... Mujou-sama...”

The power...the control that he held
over his creation inflamed him more completely than the most powerful
aphrodisiac, and Mujou felt a restless stirring between his own legs
as he once again began to grow hard. “Do you want me, pet? Do
you want me to touch you, Kimishima...? To take you...?”

“If...If that pleases you...”
Kimishima replied humbly, his hands continuing to move restlessly
over his lean, hard body, his face flushed with pleasure, the soft
brown eyes bright with lust.

Sitting up, Mujou rose up onto his own
knees, moving over the bed to kneel close behind the other man.
Wrapping his arms around Kimishima's waist from behind, he leaned
down, scatter moist, open-mouth kisses over one broad shoulder.
“But...does that please you, my pet?” Sliding his
hands up over the flat stomach to caress over the planes of the broad
chest, rolling the pebble hard nipples between the thumb and
forefinger of each hand. “Tell me...” he whispered, his
lips playing sinfully over the side of Kimishima's neck, “Tell
me what you want...”

Moaning loudly, Kimishima's head fell
back to rest on Mujou's shoulder, his body trembling with need as he
arched into Mujou's touch. “Take me...” he gasped,
writhing wantonly against the older man, “Fuck me...hard and
fast...until I scream...”

Again, images of Kazuma crowded into
Mujou's mind. The Shell Bullet, on his knees before him, broken,
weeping with need, begging Mujou to take him, to touch him, to
possess him. That strong, vibrantly alive body trembling against his
own, that foul mouth pleading with him for release—and he would
oblige the younger man, oh yes, indeed, and he would definitely allow
his charming Kimishima to help him. How exciting it would be to
observe over Kazuma's shoulder while Kimishima wrapped those
incredible lips around the younger man's cock, devouring him like a
piece of candy while Mujou fucked him from behind. And once he had
sated himself, he'd allow Kimishima to take his old lover as well
while he watched them both.

Pleased with Kimishima's answer, Mujou
smiled, one arm tightening around the other man as his other hand
moved down to encircle his own cock, guiding it to the younger man's
entrance, rubbing the tip teasingly against the quivering ring of
muscle. Pressing a kiss to the back of Kimishima's neck, he thrust
up hard, abruptly entering his unprepared partner, a broad grin
forming upon his lips at the other man's cry of mingled pleasure and
pain. “Hmm... so you like that, did you, my Kimishima...?”
Without giving the younger man a chance to adjust, he began to rock
his hips furiously, pounding into the other hard and fast, as he had
asked for.

Trembling violently, Kimishima arched
back against his lover, his own hips rocking rapidly as he matched
the other man's pace. “Nnng... y-yes, Mujou-sama...”

* * * * * * * * * *

Much later, after they had both sated
themselves, Kimishima lay awake besisde his beloved master. Although
he was weary, the sharp—but oddly pleasant—ache that
radiated up along his spine kept him awake. Kimishima minded neither
the pain nor his inability to sleep—he had pleased Mujou-sama
yet again, that was all that really mattered, after all.

Smiling faintly, he drank in the sight
of the sleeping man beside him, the pale, silvery hair fanned out
around his face, hair that seemed to almost glow as it caught the
last few rays of the fading light. The moon-pale skin, the full
lips, slightly parted and curved into a faint smile. Gazing upon his
lover, Kimishima felt his heart swell with love and adoration...and
gratitude. If not for Mujou, he would be dead now. The older man
had found him, nearly lifeless in the open desert...and had taken
pity on him...something his own lover had failed to do.

By all rights, Mujou should have hated
him, should have killed him when he'd stumbled upon him. It would
have been no more than he deserved; he had been working with
Kazuma at the time, after all. Together, he and his ex-lover had
almost destroyed the beautiful man now sleeping peacefully beside
him, had burned out Mujou's own Alter, leaving the other man broken,
nearly defenseless. Instead of seeking vengeance, however, Mujou had
shown compassion; taking him home, binding his wounds, sharing what
little he had: food, shelter, and finally...love.

It was...humbling to receive such
kindness from one whom he had so grievously wronged—but that
was simply the type of man Mujou was. Even now, he didn't seek
revenge—but only justice. That was...so typical of the gentle
man he loved. Over time, as he slowly began to understand just what
he had been a party to, his disgust and self-loathing grew until he
believed that the weight of guilt he carried would consume him—as
it might well have had Mujou not seen his pain. Speaking to him
gently, the older man informed him that he was not truly to blame; he
too had been duped, and by the very person he had trusted most. It
had all been Kazuma's doing. Kazuma, the Shell Bullet...the Alter
who would do anything for money...or power. Still, despite
everything he had suffered at the bastard's hands, Mujou didn't seek
revenge, only justice...for all of the rogue Alter's victims.

Kimishima, however, wasn't so
forgiving.

It had been a long, painful process,
but he was becoming stronger every day. Soon, he would seek out his
ex-lover and destroy him for what he'd done to Mujou-sama. But
before that, he would break the Shell Bullet by taking away everyone
and everything he cared for—if the bastard cared about anything
other than himself.

It was a pity that he didn't remember
more about his time with Kazuma...Mujou had only been able to tell
him a little... But his former lover was hardly invisible; he'd be
able to find him, to watch him from a distance, and once he found out
what the younger man held dearest, he'd take it from him. He'd take
it all, everything; just as Kazuma had taken everything.

He could hardly wait.

Smiling faintly, Kimishima rolled onto
his side, wincing a little as tender flesh protested the sudden
movement. Curling himself around the slender body beside him, he
pillowed his head on his lover's shoulder, inhaling the musky scent
of sweat and sex that clung to them both. Winding his arms around
the fragile-seeming figure, he tipped his face up, pressing a soft
kiss to one pale cheek.

“I'll protect you,
Mujou-sama...” he whispered to the sleeping man. “I
won't let him hurt you again...”

* * * * * * * * * *

Crying out, Kazuma threw his head
back, his fingers digging into Ryuhou's shoulders as he rode the
firm, searing flesh buried deep within him. Rising up onto his
knees, he pulled himself almost completely off the other man before
slamming back down onto Ryuhou's lap, grinding his ass against
Ryuhou's hips.

This
is wrong... I shouldn't...but... oh God, it's been so long...and it
feels so good...

Strong arms wrapped tightly around
him, holding him close, and Kazuma wound his own arms around Ryuhou's
shoulders, his head falling forward to rest in the curve of the other
man's neck, his face buried by a spill of soft, forest green hair.
Wrong...this is wrong... Oh God... Long, elegant fingers slid
through his sweat-drenched hair and soft, wet lips trailed slow,
lingering kisses over his shoulder, neck and brow as his long-time
rival rocked into him, each thrust sending electric jolts of pleasure
singing through him. Oh, God... don't stop...don't ever stop...

Pulling back slightly, Kazuma's back
snapped into a sudden, deep arch, another loud, impassioned shout
ripping itself from his throat as Ryuhou's cock once again slammed
home, ramming squarely into his prostate. Shuddering with pleasure,
he could do little but gasp and writhe against the other man.
Finally, however, the wave passed long enough for him to grind out,
“Harder...Fuck me harder...Ryuhou...”

Kazuma had barely gotten the words out
before he found himself suddenly toppled onto his back, his legs
hooked over Ryuhou's shoulders. Above him floated the other man's
face, flushed with desire and pleasure, sweat-dampened green hair
clinging to his brow and cheeks. Bracing himself on one arm, Ryuhou
quickly picked up the rhythm they had established, pounding into
Kazuma hard and fast.

His own hips bucking wildly to meet
Ryuhou's frenzied pace, Kazuma cried out again as a strong, gentle
hand encircled his own straining sex. How can I do this? I love
Kimishima...not him...So...How can I let him do this? Why can't I
stop this?

Above him, Ryuhou leaned down,
claiming Kazuma's lips in a rough, possessive kiss, his slick, warm
tongue swiping over his lips, demanding entrance. Hating his own
weakness, he parted his lips, allowing Ryuhou to explore as he liked,
his own tongue welcoming the other man's. It was, however, another
pair of lips he yearned to feel pressed against his own, another's
warmth, another's heat gliding effortlessly into him, and even though
Kimishima was gone, Kazuma couldn't help but feel as if he were
betraying his lover. However, not even the loss...the grief...or
even the guilt he felt over Kimishima's death could erase the almost
unbearable need that now consumed him. The need for contact,
for warmth, the need for there to be something in the darkness
other than his own haunted dreams.

How had he become so...weak? Even as
Ryuhou's mouth claimed his own with hungry kisses, the other man
driving into him hard and fast, Kazuma still longed for his lost
lover's touch; thoughts, memories of Kimishima filling his mind even
as Ryuhou now filled his body. He...shouldn't be doing this...even
after all this time, it still felt wrong...but despite the fact that
his mind...his soul...his heart cried out for Kimishima, his arms
wound themselves more tightly around Ryuhou's shoulders, clinging to
the other man as his hips pumped frantically to meet his former
enemy's thrusts.

God,
you're so pathetic...Nothing but a fucking whore...HOLY's whore..
Ryuhou's whore...

Gasping, Kazuma arched back against
the pillows, his fingers clawing desperately at the sheets as Ryuhou
drove deeply into his body. His body vibrating with pleasure, he
rocked his own hips upwards, grinding his aching sex against his
companions' stomach. Wrong...so wrong...but so good...so good that
nothing else mattered: not life nor death nor pain, not memory nor
loss nor grief...not even love or need or betrayal. Only pleasure
mattered, pleasure so intense that everything else fell away, leaving
him hollow and empty.

Crying out once more, he shuddered
violently as the white-hot bolt of his climax spiked through him.
After a few more hard, deep thrusts, Ryuhou came as well, the older
man's final thrust striking squarely against Kazuma's pleasure zone
as well, sending the younger Alter just that much higher until both
men collapsed together in a panting, sweaty tangle, clinging to each
other more like shipwreck survivors than like lovers.

After several minutes, Ryuhou rolled
off of Kazuma, almost immediately reaching for the other to draw him
closer. Crawling into his companion's arms, Kazuma huddled against
the older man like a lost child. Winding his own arms around
Ryuhou's neck, he hid his face against the other man's shoulder as he
wept almost silently in Ryuhou's arms.

* * * * * * * * * *

Hours later, after Kazuma had cried
himself to sleep, Ryuhou remained awake, still holding the younger
Alter in a protective embrace. He wasn't sure as to the reason for
the younger man's tears—Kazuma hadn't been able to explain, and
Ryuhou hadn't pressed hm...but the incident disturbed him. Had he
somehow made things worse by making love to the other man?

This...had been his first real sexual
experience. His first with another person, rather than his own hand,
at any rate. Although he had received his share of offers in the
past, he had always been too busy...or perhaps just too stupid to
pursue a relationship with anyone. And in the years since the
destruction of HOLY and the nominal freeing of the Lost Ground, there
had been no one to really develop a relationship with. Or so he had
thought, at any rate. Even now, who could have foreseen that when he
did finally enter into a relationship...it would be with Kazuma?

If
this is a relationship...and not just a one-time occurrence, that
is...

Frowning slightly at the thought,
Ryuhou pressed a comforting kiss to Kazuma's temple as the younger
man stirred restlessly beside him. Would Kazuma want a
relationship with him? The younger man seemed so trapped within the
events of his own past that Ryuhou wasn't sure that he would ever
break free...or if he even wanted to.

It was almost preposterous—he
and Kazuma had never gotten along—they had tried to kill each
other on numerous occasions. They were close...but in the way that
enemies are close. Even if that weren't the case, Kazuma
was...well...to put it bluntly, he was a psychological mess at the
moment; a lover was probably the last thing the other man needed.

But...if
I can help him...maybe...

Yes...perhaps he could help the other
man come to terms with the loss that still haunted him. And once
they had dealt with the past, they could work towards finding a way
to halt the illness that was rapidly sapping away the younger man's
life...and once that had been accomplished...perhaps Kazuma would be
able to find a reason to live, after all.

Next to him, Kazuma shuddered, moaning
incoherently as if in the grip of some horrendous nightmare.
Tightening his arms protectively around the too-thin body, he
murmured soft, comforting nothings to the sleeping man as his hands
rubbed soothing circles over Kazuma's back.

Please,
Kazuma...Live... If you can find no other reason, then...live for
me...
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