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Keiichi\'s Big Night In	By : Meirav Category: +S to Z > X/1999 Views: 2188 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Keiichi's Big Night In
- 1
Disclaimer: I
don’t own X, I just play around with it’s characters to satisfy my sleazy
needs.....and yours...you have ones or you wouldn’t read this, admit it!

Kamui
was having a little sleep-over at Keiichi’s place. The older boy was ever so
excited about it. He hoped the younger boy would understand that this was meant
to be more than just a pajama-party kind of a sleep-over.
They became a
couple a little while ago. So far so good, no fights, no arguments.... Not much
physical activity either....
From the
moment Keiichi had laid eyes on Kamui he could see nothing but the boy. The
whole classroom seemed to have brightened up, anything that wasn’t Kamui simply
melted into the glow coming out of the new student, blinding Keiichi’s vision with
love.
Keiichi
thought he had scared the beautiful new student in his class when he approached
him for the first time. Kamui did often seem awkward in Keiichi’s presence but
he got used to the noisier teen.
Slowly Keiichi
made his approach to Kamui, first talking to him, then
having lunch with him, then mustering up enough guts to ask him over to dinner.
He remembered
the day there had been an earthquake and he had defended Kamui (against
nothing) with his body. Kamui was so fragile under him, so delicate and yet so
inviting. Normally he’d expect the young man, who seemed to keep to himself and used to slightly and awkwardly edge away from
those who approached him as friends, to shake him off, to fight the sudden full
body contact. But Kamui didn’t! he just lay there
accepting the protection, even laying a hand on his leg.... Keiichi’ body would
shudder with the sensation as if Kamui’s hand was still there whenever he
thought of that moment.
He’d flip into
a completely different world whenever he thought of that, a world of storming
body needs and shifting emotions that ranged from crude lust to all consuming
love.
He wanted the
boy and loved him endlessly.
The first time
they kissed Keiichi thought he was in a dream. He had leaned closer to Kamui’s
lips, cruising on auto-pilot; his mind was so excited it was numb. He
had dreamed and fantasized of such a moment a million times before. Only when he had felt the warm mouth open and return the kiss did
he snap back to reality and his heart almost snapped with joy.
If only Kamui
would hold his hand, Keiichi would drag after him like a doormat wherever the
boy would take him. If Kamui would ask him affectionately, Keiichi would follow
him to the end of the earth, to hell and back, through fire and water, go anywhere,
do anything.
He was the
boy’s complete admirer, fan, devoted mate, loving companion, big brother
figure, and lately he was mindlessly happy to have become Kamui’s boyfriend.
Keiichi spent
the whole day, from morning till noon, preparing his room.
He had such a cleaning session that his mother would have been in tears with
joy and pride if she was alive to see it.
He tidied the
room until it was immaculate. Then he looked around and thought of how boring
he would seem to be all clean and tidy.
He messed his
room and looked at it again to see if it's any better. Horrified he began
tidying up again, he didn’t want Kamui to be disgusted with the mess.
He thought he
might keep the room just between the two states: a normal teen’s room, half
messy and half tidy, all in good measures. After he made sure the room looked
normal and sane from every possible angle, including the position of lying on
the bed (he checked that giggling and blushing madly), only then did he leave
it.
He turned to
cooking a few dishes: something for a late lunch, something to nibble on,
something for dinner. Whatever Kamui needed, he’d have it here without any
trouble; he’ll prepare a perfect sleep-over for them.
The last thing
Keiichi prepared, he did with a burning face the color of burgundy.
Earlier that
week he had asked a senior student who looked a little less like a teenager to
buy him a pack of condoms. He was advised by said student to rather buy a tube
of lubricant – “two virgins don’t need condoms”, he messed ruffled Keiichi’s hair
laid on top of a dark red face.
Keiichi now had
to sit and decide where he’d keep the tube. He thought of the top of his
nightstand, nah, too flashy and rude. He thought of his bag, same rudeness,
Kamui would think Keiichi is more experienced then he was.
And Keiichi
wasn’t experienced at all. Not only was Kamui going to be the one he’ll lose
his virginity to, but he was also Keiichi’s first kiss.
Keiichi
clutched the tube close to his heart, and even through the box with it’s contents Keiichi could feel his heart pound powerfully
at the thought.
Finally
Keiichi decided to casually place the tube in the drawer of his little
nightstand. It was neutral enough.
Ever since the
morning of this blessed day Keiichi was physically ready for Kamui. He had to
take his state into consideration when he chose an outfit for the evening:
something baggy and not too tight, maybe a long shirt that would flap over his
groin would hide his obviousness.
Now he had
time to spend until he'd have to pick Kamui up.
Watching the hours tick by. Trying to sleep, trying to watch
television, trying to read some manga, trying to relax, trying to do homework.
Keiichi failed miserably at all of those but at least he killed some time.
Homework was a
useless idea for a long time now. Unless he was before a test, Keiichi couldn’t
concentrate on anything educational. Whenever he’d try to do this or other class’
homework he’d remember what Kamui was doing during that class.
Keiichi
perfected a special skill: observing Kamui while completely attending class.
He’d catch Kamui in the corner of his eye, moving his desk and chair a little
here and there to get the perfect viewing point, then constantly dart gazes
between the teacher/blackboard and his admired elf (he decided that’s what
Kamui must be closest to since he was so perfect and beautiful).
Keiichi would
keep each and every little note they would exchange during classes. He had a
little plastic bag attached to every notebook he had where he’d keep the notes
for times when he carefully took them out and read them again.
He admired
Kamui’s delicate, slightly childish and messy handwriting and his wit or mood
on general themes and in his answers.
He always
mentally bashed himself for writing the wrong thing when he did, or for not
answering wittily enough when he’d think of a better reply.
Keiichi kept the
notes they exchanged since they became boyfriends in a little box in his study
desk. It was a golden little thing that was probably designed for a teen girl
to keep her little manga stickers and collectibles in, or her first perfume and
make up, or the cinema ticket of her first date, or the dried flowers her
beloved/first boyfriend gave her.
But this box
contained the things that were the light in Keiichi’s life, a life that had he
not met Kamui would easily turn angst filled and miserable. Keiichi had lost
both his mother and father, he was all alone in this
world. If he wasn’t the type of creature that would mentally grab anything to
make him happy, he would have probably commit suicide a long time ago.
But Keiichi
didn’t see it like that, he had cried so much over his parents that now he felt
obliged to have lots of laughs and jokes to compensate for it. Kamui was the
perfect thing to help him with that.
Keiichi snuck
to that drawer in his desk and took out his golden box. He took out a sheet of
paper that was the peak of his ecstasy of love, the priceless jewel in the
pricy treasure. He unfolded the page carefully and gingerly, straightening it out
on the desk he made sure to be clean and spotless beforehand.
He read the
conversation, melting from one moment to the other.
Keiichi:
boring class isn’t it Kamui....can I call you Kamui-kun now?
Kamui:
(little doodle of a smiling face) of course you can call me that Keiichi-Kun.
Keiichi
stopped reading and took a deep admiring breath, Kamui
had first called him that in that exchange of messages.
Keiichi:
(little manga doodle of himself blushing looking very genki) I’m so happy! Did
you like the movie we went to yesterday?
Keiichi lost
himself in the memory of that date, the first time they kissed.
He snapped
back to reality some good time later, his crotch was starting to demand
too much attention and it also started to cause him pain. He tried to put it
off his mind by returning to the written conversation.
Kamui: I
don’t remember much of the movie......
Keiichi: so
do I......
Kamui: I do
remember what a good kisser you are.....(little doodle
of a winking smiling face)
Keiichi’s head
was spinning, like it was spinning the first time he read what Kamui wrote. He
remembered he had spent the rest of the class drifting between dreams,
fantasies and thoughts of Kamui. Reality became an unimportant blur when Kamui
would show him affection.
Having sunk into his love trance, his body was more painfully demanding
attention. Keiichi sighed, got up and went to the bathroom. He sat on the edge
of his tub and handled himself. Closing his eyes he tried to imagine how things
would go tonight.

He
had agreed to pick Kamui up from his dorms, and that’s where he was headed now.
Keiichi had
some trouble walking in a straight line on his way to CLAMP academy. His climax
at that little bathroom session was more powerful than he had thought it would
be, or than any other he had ever had over anything or anyone. Maybe it was the
proximity of the real thing that made him so excited.
Now he was getting
nearer and nearer to it, his body ready again, his heart pounding.
The numbness,
the auto-pilot, the feeling of walking in a dream was back just like the first
time he leaned to kiss Kamui. He completely forgot everything he passed by on
his way to CLAMP campus, even the strange sight of a young looking man with
white hair dressed in Chinese style with a long ribbon that floated around him,
nearing the train station, didn’t do anything to ruin his bubble of joy or to pull
him out of it.
He knocked on
the dorms apartment, entered after being invited in and chatted a little with
the youngest resident. She looked a little bandaged but still as happy and
energetic as ever.
What was it with
these guys, appearing with new scars and bandages every other day? Kamui
himself was hurt during the earthquake that had killed Keiichi’s mother, but
slowly Keiichi turned his worries and little angst from the dead to the living
and those still wounded, focusing on Kamui.
The oldest of
the residence, a young man called Sorata went upstairs to call Kamui. Keiichi
didn’t like Sorata because he kept telling Kamui to solve his math problems the
wrong way. Then again he did like him a lot because then he could go and
correct Kamui’s mistakes while talking to Kamui
and leaning over his shoulder.
Keiichi heard
a bit of the conversation between the two.
“Kamui, your
friend is here to pick you up”
“oh”
“have fun together you two, get him to play with you!”
P...play?! Keiichi nearly jumped a mile at the sound of that. In
Japanese, “play” also means “sex”....ehh......Keiichi turned to that lovely
shade of scarlet again, making the long haired older girl give him a funny look.
Finally, Kamui
came down the stairs and Keiichi lost his vision with his love’s beauty again.
He was used to it by now, Kamui turning into a walking star whenever he saw him
for the first time in a day, or after a long time separated.
Kamui smiled
gently, holding his little bag to himself: “Well, are we going?”
Keiichi had to
kick himself into action to stop staring admiringly at his love. “Yes, let’s”.
They were off.
On the way
home Keiichi was still walking on clouds, his head light and numb. Usually he’d
stay focused around Kamui in order to be a good companion but now his plans for
the evening were too much of a source for both joy and dread - he couldn’t
balance himself between the two.
When they
closed the apartment door behind them he finally felt the pressure on him, and
the love threatening to overflow and burst out, causing him to lose control
over his actions. He turned around to look at Kamui. The boy stood in the
middle of the living room simply holding his bag and looking at Keiichi.
Kamui stared
at Keiichi staring back at him and smiled to himself. Keiichi used to that all
the time when he was around him.
Keiichi was
the most responsible head of class, the most active sports class member, the
cleverest student in the most difficult classes, the most mature of all the boys
in their age....most of the time....
But around him
he’d be a scattered and lost ghost of a thing, a blind thing fumbling through
the world, falling in and out of focus on himself and
his surrounding. It made Kamui laugh, his boyfriend reminded him of a manga
doctor becoming completely blind around his loved one, dancing joyfully with
his plastic skeleton.
“Keiichi”
Kamui called the boy’s name for the third time without an answer. Finally he stepped
closer to Keiichi and placed his hand on his boyfriend’s slightly blushed cheek,
making his eyes focus finely. “you were daydreaming
again, are you all right?”.
Keiichi smiled
softly at him and looked him deep in the eye “You know how I am around you, I drown in your beauty”.
Now Kamui was
getting dizzy. He was mostly drowning in Keiichi’ powerful
love. Sometimes Kamui wondered if he deserved such a whole-heartedly
devoted boyfriend and companion, was he really that good?
Whenever
something went wrong in the battle of the apocalypse and Kamui would feel like
a worthless nothing Keiichi’s love would remind him that he is in someone’s
heart, that he is being loved, that someone in this world that wasn’t a halfwit
or insane or a blood relative found him good enough to love.
Without
Keiichi’s loving presence Kamui would have sunk into a million swamps of
endless depression by now.
They kissed,
Keiichi caressing his body softly. yet differently. There was always such
delicacy in whatever Keiichi did with him, like he was afraid he’d break Kamui
if he was too rough, like he was afraid to breath
might he destroy a magical moment. Now there was a little more force in
Keiichi’s caresses, as if he wanted to squeeze him, to hold him even tighter to
himself than the embrace he already drew him to.
There was
something demanding in the way Keiichi was closing the distance between their
bodies until they met. Kamui knew what it was when he felt the state Keiichi
was in; it made him cringe a little, frightened.
There was
something dark in Kamui, something he kept a secret and locked away might
anyone recognize it. Even when Subaru got into his heart Kamui managed to hide
it from him, knowing it must be something forbidden or something to frown upon.
That dark something made him wonder if he’ll ever be able to react that way to
Keiichi. The boy was a little different from what he deeply wanted, as ashamed
as he was of what he wanted.
But he lost
himself in thought and during that time he let his body react automatically to
Keiichi’s kisses without paying much attention to what the boy was doing to
him. Keiichi was caressing his back and lower, finely cupping his behinds and squeezing
a little. It made Kamui’s mind snap back to reality.
There was
something demanding in what Keiichi was doing and Kamui liked it, he liked a
little tone of near violence in the obvious lust that moved Keiichi’s body.
Kamui returned
caresses, half thinking of why he liked Keiichi rather more in this demanding
form than the delicate careful Keiichi. He pulled Keiichi to switch sides with
him and leaned them both against the wall by the door, his body pressed to the
wall by Keiichi’s body.
Keiichi had
long ago lost his track of thought; he just flew with the current of emotions
and needs that flowed freely through his body. Kamui had kissed him back,
didn’t brush his hands from his body, didn’t jerk
away. He pulled him over his body, asking for more of this, encouraging him to
go on. He was blind and deaf and dumb, his only working sense was touch. It was
enough.
He broke the
kiss, whispering Kamui’s name in a husky voice, charged with love and lust as
he kissed Kamui’s neck frantically up and down. He nibbled at the young boy’s
ear making the body pressed against the wall quiver. He felt it harden back into
the state he was in since this morning.
Looking for
more, Keiichi lifted Kamui’s leg with one hand, caressing the thin shin and at
the same time spreading Kamui’s legs and placing himself between them.
They were
rubbing against each other through the fabrics of their pants, lost in ecstasy.
He didn’t
expect such a thing so fast but he didn’t mind it. That was the only logical
thought that ran through the storm in Keiichi’s mind.
Kamui was
whimpering and gasping Keiichi’s name, sending the boy into a deeper trance.

The
Dragon of Earth’s Kamui stood on the railing of a porch in a nearby house,
watching the scene through the window of Keiichi’s apartment.
He enjoyed
what he saw, very much. If he wasn’t outside in such an exposed place he would
help himself into the situation the two teens in the apartment had worked
themselves into.
Through it all,
the Dragon read out something he liked a lot. Kamui was constantly thinking of
him all this time: his touch compared to the boy’s, his roughness as better than
the boy’s delicate touch.
It made him
feel proud and winning, yet hungry for something else. He wished he could do
something about it, to please Kamui the way that boy was, and better. Because, after all, deep inside Kamui liked it whenever he was
violent towards him, with a touch of sexuality.
If he just
hurled energy balls at him Kamui would get angry, if he just wounded him Kamui
would be hurt, if he threatened him coldly Kamui would fear. But when he’d lick
his neck, when he’d caress his cheek, when he’d draw his face to Kamui’s, the
boy’s heart would skip a beat, his knees would weaken, his
head would become dizzy with something pleasurable.
Kamui was
forming a little wish within his heart, making it clearer and more determined.
He was wishing Keiichi would make him feel as good as Fuma made him feel
sometimes.
The Dragon supposed
it was possible to twist and turn it until what he wanted to do would look like
granting the wish. Yet it wouldn't go unnoticed and he'd probably ruin the
moment. He smirked to himself and willed himself into beginning his act.
Keiichi felt like
he was soaring somewhere in a different atmosphere by the sensations Kamui was
causing him.
They were
struggling to undo each other’s shirts, Keiichi managed to get rid of his and
Kamui's in spite of his shaking sweaty hands. Kamui’s delicate fingers were now
tracing delicate paths on his bare back. They were kissing but Keiichi hardly
noticed anything in the storm of sensations except that the mouth he was
kissing was heating up more and more.
Now he was
drawn a little within, half seeing what’s around him and half sunk within himself. There was someone else there, a tall man dressed in
a long black coat smirking at him.
“You seem to
be a little lost in action my dear friend, do you need any help?” Keiichi was
falling into the spell the Dragon worked the best; his chameleon abilities to
look like anything whoever looked at him wanted to see. He made himself look
like something unthreatening and acceptable.
Keiichi
couldn’t put his finger on exactly who this man was. He had no real features,
no specific body structure, but Keiichi was sure this man was okay.
“Let’s make a
little deal: I’ll help you out with this and in the meantime I’ll feel whatever
you’re doing. If you’ll feel like doing something just do
it, it’s not a problem, but I have to feel everything too and do what I want to
from time to time. What do you think?” Keiichi smiled inwardly and nodded. The
stranger was smiling too.
“Kamui”
Keiichi was nuzzling Kamui’s neck up to his ear again “Let’s move to my bed” he
purred hoarsely, his hot breath sending shudders through Kamui’s body.
“Y-yes” it was
more of a sigh than a whisper.
As he turned
his back on the older boy, Keiichi, his body half possessed now, took the
unbuttoned shirt that still hung on Kamui and pulled it off powerfully.
They walked into keiichi’ bedroom. The older teen closed
the door behind him, then approached Kamui who froze
in front of the bed.
He wrapped his
arms around Kamui’s delicate frame, closing his hands on the boy’s pants
buttons, one finger “accidentally” brushing against the bulge at the front.
Keiichi lips were brushing against Kamui’s ear “having second thoughts,
Kamui-kun?”.
The younger
teen looked up at Keiichi, a little frightened, a little wondering, a little asking. Keiichi returned a mature, comforting and
loving stare, then leaned to kiss Kamui again. Without
Kamui answering, one hand traveled higher to caress Kamui’s chest and the other
stayed where it was to unbutton Kamui’s pants, then to pull them off.
He spun Kamui
around breaking the kiss, then gently but determinately pushing him towards the
bed. All along, Kamui’s big mauve eyes stared dazed and wondering at Keiichi’s eyes
smiling back. Finally the older boy placed him on the bed and lay on top of
him.
“K...Keiichi....I...”
Kamui was muttering as Keiichi began trailing little kisses down his collarbone
and all over his chest.
They were more
than pleasure causing kisses, they were the kind of kisses one gives to please himself, to admire better the body he was kissing.
Keiichi hooked
one finger on the younger's underpants’ elastic band when his hand was stopped.
The little hand that was placed on his slightly rougher one,
now rose to fumble pathetically with Keiichi’s pants. The older teen smirked at
Kamui and drew himself up to kiss Kamui’s lips again,
helping the boy to unzip his pants and to get rid of them. With the other hand
he caressed Kamui’s groin, seducing and tempting. The boy under him quivered
and whimpered, battling with himself between doing something in return and
succumbing to the treatment.
The Dragon
enjoyed watching Kamui torment himself a little even now, it made him feel good
about how much he had accomplished with the boy.
Suddenly Kamui
shot his eyes open “Keiichi! We....I mean I.....I can’t....I mean”. It was
true, he couldn’t give all of himself to Keiichi, not to this delicate caring
Keiichi who would probably fumble and stumble with him.... he loved the boy
with all his heart but...that wasn’t what made him tick.....
An almost
frighteningly familiar look in Keiichi’s eyes made Kamui suddenly stop thinking
like that. If it wasn’t in Keiichi’s eyes, the look would have made Kamui
afraid. A finger was placed on his lips, “shhh Kamui”
came a purr and nothing more. The finger was replaced by Keiichi’s lips,
shutting his mouth, forcing a passionate kiss on him.
Forcing, it
made him rub desirably against Keiichi, begging and becoming pleased again.
Keiichi wrapped his arms around Kamui’s body squeezing a little, rubbing
himself even more in thrusting movements, powerful ones yet subdued enough so not
to frighten too much.
Keiichi’s hand
shot over to the nightstand, opening the drawer he chose this morning with so
much effort and pulling the precious tube out of it. He squeezed some of the
gel onto the palm of his hand, covered two fingers with it and moved to put
them into Kamui.
It made the
boy whimper and shriek a little, saying Keiichi’s name. But he wasn’t afraid of
hurting Kamui because a little pain was just what Kamui liked from time to time
in the sea of delicateness that his lover surrounded him with.
Massaging the
boy from within, Keiichi caused him to lose himself in pleasure, grabbing the
sheets under his palms into wrinkled tight knots. The finger that moved within
him massaged a spot there that drove Kamui mad.
He continued
this treatment, adding another finger to put a taint of pain to the pleasure, the
way Kamui liked.
He kept it all
the way until Kamui was screaming Keiichi’s name in his climax. “oh god...” Kamui exhaled, dropping back to the bed after
arching himself upwards with the pleasure. He was struggling for breath.
The pleasing
fingers were withdrawn to Kamui’s complaints. “Kamui,
do something for me” There was some slyness in the usually loving-lusting look
in Keiichi’s eyes.
Deep lilac
eyes opened in question. “what?”
“Kiss me”
Keiichi was sitting on the bed now in the Japanese manner, right in the middle
of it, between Kamui’s legs. The boy smiled and rose to sit too, trying to
reach Keiichi’s lips.
Within inches
from them, the lips moved, “Not there Kamui”. The boy stopped, the look in
Keiichi’s eyes encouraged him downwards.
Kamui looked
at his destination and lowered himself to it until he had the hard member
completely in his mouth, enveloping Keiichi completely.
The older teen
let his head drop back, closing his eyes to fully enjoy the sensation. He was
giving Kamui little notions on what to do more of and what not to do at all,
but most of the time he was sinking in sensation. Close to the end he was
completely unable to speak, simply repeating Kamui’s name over and over again.
When he
reached his climax he kept a firm hand on Kamui’s head to keep the boy from
evading the semen that came along with it. A little battle Kamui didn't
know of occurred inside his boyfriend, whether to knot his fingers in Kamui's
hair or just to keep them there firmly. Kamui choked on it a little, then struggled to swallow it. When he finally did he was
pulled up to face Keiichi again and drawn into a passionate kiss.
Keiichi pushed
his lover back to the bed. He still had a little of the gel in the palm of his
hand. He now offered it to Kamui “Now, put some on me”.
Kamui nodded.
Encouraged by his boyfriend's never ending kisses he applied the gel to
Keiichi’s still erect member, massaging a little bit as he went along.
His hand was
now taken away and placed beside him a bit stiffly. It seemed like Keiichi
was fighting something within him for a fragment of a moment, perhaps over the
choice of where to place the hand. The Dragon wanted both hands pinned
powerfully above Kamui's head while Keiichi just wanted to tie his fingers with
the boy's. Finally, the hand was pinned but to the side of Kamui's hands, and their fingers were joint together lovingly.
He began
kissing Kamui again, rubbing against him but not penetrating, kissing him
passionately, nipping at his neck and collarbone. He was getting Kamui out of
the focused state all this work brought him to, and into a daze of pleasure
again. He was pulling him to an edge yet not giving him release or even the
beginning of what he truly wanted.
“Keiichiiiiii”
came a moan from Kamui as the boy continued to kiss
him, now nipping and kissing at Kamui’ left nipple.
“What?” he
purred back, determined to get what he wanted.
“Keiichi-kun”
Kamui now purred like a spoiled cat.
“Say it, I
want to hear you say it Kamui” The boy gasped as Keiichi began putting his
fingers into him again.
“No...not that....Keiichi...I....god....please....please....do
it...Keiichi...please” delicate fingers dug into his back, emphasizing the
begging.
Keiichi
smirked to himself and kissed Kamui deeply while aiming and pushing himself into
Kamui. The fingers that dug into his back now scratched it, just a little but
Keiichi himself liked it too, the pain caused him pleasure.
Slowly Keiichi
began building a rhythm to his thrusts inside Kamui, matching that rhythm to
the one he was working in on Kamui’s erection. The boy bucked his hips into the
movements, rocking with Keiichi, losing himself in the sensation like the young
man inside him.
They rocked
together in ecstasy until both reached their climax. They filled the
heating air in the little room with sounds of groans and whimpers, broken names
and syllables.
Keiichi
lowered himself gently over Kamui, withdrawing from the boy “Dear god....that
was....my....where?....” He was lost in thoughts for a
while and babbling.
The vague
personality-less man that had helped him and worked him through this was slowly
fading away from him, still smirking. “Thank you” he finally found the word he
was looking for.
“You’re
welcome” came a little giggle from the boy under him “You shouldn’t thank me,
Keiichi-kun, at least let me thank you as well” his elf smiled at him,
radiating beauty. He was really beaming, not in the usual way Keiichi was
seeing him.
He made Kamui
happy, truly made Kamui happy! Made him come too, pleased him, made love to
him. Keiichi could burst with happiness and love for the boy.

“Keiichi-kun...”
“hmmm” Keiichi was lying on top of Kamui, both slowly sliding
into sleep. “You’re heavy....”
“Oh my...I’m
so sorry, I really am” He slid off Kamui and spun the smaller boy until they
were spooning, hoping he didn’t hurt his lover.
They drew the
covers over them and wandered off each into his own
dream world.
“I love you
Keiichi-kun, I do”
“I love you
too Kamui, I always have”.
A lovely silence
spread in the apartment.
“Auuuu, isn’t
that sweet” the Dragon was standing on the railing again, watching the boys
fall asleep.
“And next time
you’ll try to fool around, Keiichi would be delicate and fumbling and you, my
dear Kamui-kun, will find yourself disappointed.
"Then
your Keiichi-kun would tell you of the man in a long black coat that looked
like no one but seemed trustable, who helped him and then.....” he took a break
to feel dramatic and gazed at the stars a bit, relishing on his plan and lighting
a cigarette he nicked from the Sakurazukamori.
“You’ll run to
me, knowing that only I can give you what you oh so crave. So,” he
smiled a genuine smile “spoon up while you still can”.
(the end)
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