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Mauve Silk Pajama	By : Meirav Category: +S to Z > X/1999 Views: 5191 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Mauve Silk Pajama
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Disclaimer: I don�t own X, duh�..this is so silly!

Silk Pajama

Fuma crawled into Kamui�s
bedroom through the window in the middle of the night.

He had to wait a long time until the
younger boy finally fell asleep before he could do it, and to wait even a little
longer before he was sure Kamui was sleeping deeply enough to execute his plan.

He had had to wait until the latest
security patrol went past him so he could walk through every part of CLAMP
campus to get to where Kamui was.

Tricky business that was, because he had
to go through 16 different patrol areas. But his aim was clear and his goal was
precious, too precious to be abandoned because of such difficulties.

Once he was in the small dark room,
seeing the figure on the bed lit by the strong moonlight coming through the
window, he knew it was all worth it.

Kamui lay on his bed deep in sleep,
unaware of his twin star tip toeing towards him.

Fuma had to be extremely careful now as
he climbed in the slowest and gentlest of movements onto Kamui�s
bed and towards him.

He remembered that once, on a sleepover
many years ago, Kamui woke up from the almost unheard noise caused by Kotori
dropping something soft on the floor.

If Kamui wakes up now, with three other
Seals in this apartment to help him fight the intruder� Fuma could fight as
powerfully as he could but the chances of his defeat were too risky.

He had to be even more careful as he
removed the thin blanket that covered Kamui, so that his whole delicate frame
was revealed to Fuma�s hungry eyes like a tasty dish
on the white plate of his bed sheets.

Once the offending fabric was removed,
Fuma crawled ever so carefully to sit between the boy�s legs.

In the earlier stages of Kamui�s sleep, whenever the usual guilt trip nightmares of
painful events in the near past washed over Kamui, the boy twitched his body in
the real world fighting off the troubles of his dreamscape. Due to one of these
blessed nightmares Fuma got the privilege of sitting by Kamui displayed in such
an appetizing position.

Now all Fuma had to do was to enjoy what
was before him as shown to him by the kind full moon�s light.

Kamui�s angelic features were softened to a painful level of
beauty. His sleep made him appear more relaxed than Fuma had seen him in years.

He did see him like that once, on that
far away sleepover.

Kamui was sleeping on his futon bed positioned
between Kotori�s and Fuma�s.

When Kotori and Kamui were deep in sleep
Fuma couldn�t do the same so easily. He stayed up all night watching the boy
sleeping by him and not even knowing why he did it. At the time he was as much fascinated
by the amazing features as he was now but he had yet to acknowledge the reasons
for doing it. His body didn�t react the way it did now, he was far too young
for it back then.

Fuma looked at his twin star�s face and
found it indeed a work of art deserving a whole night of musing over, but he
did it before in his life and now he was old enough to want more.

He had noticed what Kamui was wearing to
sleep: a light purple silk pajama that glistened silver as the light fell on
it.

It wasn�t the light that fell on the
fabric that caught Fuma�s attention, nor was it the
thought of what the pajama�s color would do to Kamui� eyes.

It was the way the delicate fabric fell
on the gentle body it was covering. Just like any other garment Kamui ever wore
that wasn�t tailored for him, this pajama was too big for him and waves of
fabric fell to the sides of his frame, enhancing its effeminate delicateness.

Fuma looked at the sleeping body before him
from chest to feet, lingering on the lower abdomen and lower. The fabric fell
there with such kind precision, revealing while hiding Kamui�s
features, that Fuma actually felt like bowing and thanking the mauve pajama.

Fuma had to work hard to get Kamui to
wear this pajama, though his twin star was completely oblivious to it.

Fuma had noticed the pajama in a store
while walking to a kekkai he wanted to destroy.

The color was the first thing that attracted
Fuma�s eyes, and then the idea it sparked allowed the
kekkai to live to see another day.

His chameleon abilities allowed Fuma to
stand in front of the viewing window for hours on end without arousing any suspicion
from passersby or from the store keeper.

He stood there looking at the pajama, seeing
and not seeing it as the wheels in his mind rolled to plot how to get the
pajama to Kamui and actually have the boy wear it.

He couldn�t give the thing to Kamui for
he knew that not only will the boy never wear it out of pure fear/puzzlement,
but also because the actual process of giving it to him might turn out
fatal to any of them and/or their Seals/Harbingers.

So he started thinking of who could give
Kamui the pajama to get the boy to wear it. Who was trusted by Kamui? No one.

Who was close enough to seem innocent when
giving such a thing to Kamui?

Sorata? Nah, why would the monk give Kamui
pajamas?! And a silk one�.that kendo-shrine-maiden-thingy would eye him angrily
for that�

Subaru! Fuma could see wishes, which
meant that he could see that lately Subaru�s eyes were wondering from Seishiro
to Kamui, if only slightly.

If he gets Subaru to notice the pajama,
Fuma just knew that the same thing that happened to him would happen to the onimoji.

Now came the really tricky part: how to
get Subaru to see the pajama? He couldn�t drag the Sumeragi by the hand and
point at the thing in the viewing window whispering �Wouldn�t this look really
good on Kamui?� something made Fuma feel like his appearance might not lead to
any nice reaction from Subaru.

Who could turn Subaru�s attention from angsting to this pajama? The answer was so easy Fuma hardly
bothered to finish forming this question: Seishiro.

But how will he get Seishiro to get
Subaru�s attention to something that would look really good on Kamui of
all people? Fuma could see wishes which meant that he could see Seishiro�s wish to tear at Kamui�s
guts whenever he thought of his precious Subaru-kun not thinking about him and only
him.

There was a blunt solution to that, a
very firm and aggressive solution that Fuma found no replacement to.

�Seishiro, I need you to get Subaru near
�Ajitsa Night Dress Center��

Bewildered stare from one golden eye and
a blank one from the white marble one. Fuma loved getting the Sakurazukamori to
break his usual poker face and actually show a true puzzled expression. �Why?�

�Just do it�

�Will it help break a kekkai?�

�No, not really� Well actually there is a
kekkai further on the way there but I need you to get
Subaru to stand right in front of the main viewing window so that he could see
what�s displayed there. You can go break that kekkai
later but first you have to do as I tell you�

�Why?!�

�Because I said so! Don�t argue with me Seishiro!�

�What�s displayed there?�

�None of your business! Oh, and be extremely
annoying to Subaru so that when you�ll go away it�ll leave him with a �that
bastard Seishiro� taste in his mouth�

�It�s something you want to get Kamui to
wear, isn�t it?�

��..� sometimes Seishiro loved watching
his Kamui break his mask of authority and pure evil to show a true puzzled
expression. �N-no it isn�t!�

�You know I don�t like this whole idea of
Kamui distracting my Subaru-kun, then why do you send me of all people
to get him more into it?�

�I won�t repeat my orders Sakurabaka, just do it!�

A long sigh and a final moaning in
complaint: �Hai�.

After that the plan worked so smoothly
Fuma almost became paranoid: Subaru, highly pissed off at Seishiro, noticed the
pajama and the possibilities behind it and decided to purchase it.

Subaru, like Fuma, understood what it was
like to have an eye on Kamui: you could never have your fingers, or any other
organ of yours, on him.

Kamui was the kind of boy that yelled
your name loudly when your lips were inches from meeting so that you�ll sober
up from whatever surely crazy ideas you had in your head and made you attempt
to kiss him.

The kind of boy that knew what he wanted
and knew what other men wanted from him as well, but was far too shy to do
anything about it.

The kind of boy that had to be admired
from behind a wall of glass called �Kamui�s
insecurity and suspicion�, like precious gems displayed in a museum.

Like Fuma, Subaru learned to appreciate
the little brilliant glimmers of Kamui�s beauty in
the few times life threw them at him: When the sun fell in a complimenting way
on Kamui�s features, when the clothes he wore fell
gracefully on his frame, when he made this gesture or the other that just made them
melt inside.

So with endless angsting
over �this isn�t going to work and Kamui will just freak out and throw this
thing in my face�, Subaru, ever so awkward, handed the gift to Kamui and then
ran off to curl in a corner and pretend he�s not there while Kamui opened it.

Surprisingly Kamui just accepted it with
many thanks that in Japanese could mean �Oh thank you so very much� as much as
they could mean �My god what were you thinking when you bought this thing?!� Subaru
actually had an extremely OOC wave of optimism as he thought the thanks had the
first meaning.

Kamui indeed found the gift odd if not
disturbing. He chucked it at the very back of his little closet, pretending not
to have it at all.

Fuma had no idea of how lucky he was that
Yuzuriha put too much bleach into the latest laundry session. The chemical ate
at Kamui�s favorite and only pajama, thus leaving him
with the sin-inviting silk pajama.

But Fuma didn�t know that. All he knew
was that Kamui was wearing his violet silk pajama.

What Fuma was doing now was not done for
the first time; Fuma�s nightly visits were becoming
almost a matter of routine, to such extent that he started thinking he was addicted
to the stuff. This visit, unlike the others, was the first one with Kamui�s silken pajamas.

Fuma�s eyes grew tired of fabric and hungry for naked flesh.

He used little sparks of his power to
unbutton Kamui�s pajama shirt without the need to
touch. He used more to wave off the fabric, the shirt opening before him like
doors leading to a fabulous room.

Fuma sat back on his heels watching the
new spectacle before him:

The soft skin like pure milk and surely tastier,
soft delicate perfect features like a work of art, small nipples that begged
for physical attention, curves that were to die for. In his sleep this lovely
view rose and fell softly in steady breaths assuring Fuma that the boy was
still unaware of his presence.

The room around him was getting hotter,
or was it just him? He loosened up his own shirt collar, unbuttoning it, noting
as his fingers brushed against his skin that he was sweating.

He tried to clear his head just a little bit;
if he lost himself to passion he might stumble in his actions and wake Kamui.

Still Fuma found himself tugged down by
his addiction to get more of Kamui.

He slowly crouched over the sleeping boy,
checking beforehand that Kamui was still asleep, before fully leaning over him.

He carefully lowered himself until his
nose was inches away from the creamy skin of Kamui�s
chest and inhaled deeply.

Once when they were little Kamui smelt
like many things:

He smelt of the herbal shampoo his mother
believed was good for his hair, despite the fact the actual process involved
soaking in the damn paste for a long time, which annoyed Kamui (but proved
right, for Kamui�s hair reached to unbelievable silken
qualities and kept them). He smelt of the grass and flowers he rolled in during
their play in parks or in Togakushi shrine�s backyard.
He smelt of little campfires from playing Indians. He smelt of ironing and
laundry as his mother was a bit of a cleaning freak. He sometimes smelt of Fuma�s mother�s different perfumes that Kotori used to
spray on him and herself while playing �ladies� (God knows why Kamui was
playing �ladies� instead of anything a bit more masculine. Fuma supposed that
could be due to the bizarre reason that made Kamui say he�ll be Kotori�s bride one day).

Now what Fuma smelt like was a mixture of
the many things showing the difference between the little boy he was then and
the Dragon of Heaven Kamui that he was now:

He smelt of faint cigarette smoke, the
result of hanging around the Sumeragi. He smelt of faint sweat, the result of
his nightmares. He smelt of too much laundry in his sheets, the result of a
house run by teens who never kept their own house chores and knew not how to do
them right. He smelt of dried tears, the result of Fuma�s
actions and destiny�s cruelty.

But above all Kamui always smelt, back
then and now, of Kamui: a unique scent of vanilla mixed with coconut and cinnamon,
like the exquisite delicacy that he was.

Fuma inhaled and inhaled and inhaled a
little more until his head spun with hyperventilation.

Still he didn�t stop, he couldn�t, he was
addicted to the boy since he first met him ages ago.

Just as Fuma sniffed up Kamui�s collar bone and the lovely junction between Kamui�s neck and shoulder he stumbled as he knew he would
while driven by passion and need.

He leaned in on one arm too much, tilting
the mattress under Kamui so that the difference of heights was noted by Kamui�s sleeping mind enough to rouse him.

Just as Fuma almost lay on top of him, just
as he was practically half naked and obviously brought to that state by Fuma,
just as Fuma was smelling one of Kamui�s most erotic
features

Kamui woke up.

Kamui lay on his bed frozen for a while.
He didn�t know what to do, what to think, what to say.

He woke up gently from a little thing,
the kind of thing your brain notes but never bothers to tell you about.

When he opened his eyes he began noting
things that slowly led him into a nice frozen little shock:

Someone was lying on top of him, between
his legs.

That someone was Fuma.

His pajama shirt was open and that�s not
how he left it when he went to sleep.

Fuma was lying on top of him, between his
legs�.

Fuma�s head was by his, he could feel the older boy�s hot
breath on his neck in a rapid rhythm.

What was Fuma doing? Why did he take such
short and speedy breaths?

Kamui closed his eyes and tried to get
back to sleep; maybe it was all a strange dream. But it wasn�t a dream because
by now, with all his Hinoto experiences, Kamui knew a dream from reality.

Knowing�..was Fuma trying to do it to
him�.biblically�?....oh god�.

He felt the boy above him change position
on the bed and didn�t find in him the strength or the will to do anything but to
stay as he was; eyes open and awake.

Fuma drew his head away from Kamui�s neck to look at the beautiful face from a better
angle. In the breathtaking face he looked upon there were two lavender eyes
open and seeing.

They stared at him in shock and fear.

Fuma stared back, the exact same look in
his dark red eyes.

Oh my�.

�Kamui�..� he finally managed to mutter.
Was that a sweat drop Kamui noted on Fuma�s face?

�Fuma�..?.....what�..?�

Fuma felt a horrible urge to correct his
twin star with the usual �I am Kamui� speech but something told him this was
not the time to be the big bad DoE.

Then it was time for what?

Kamui stared at Fuma, Fuma stared at
Kamui. It was an awkward moment.

�What are you doing here Fuma?� A simple,
logical question that should have been followed by a few blasts of energy and
maybe some bloodshed if Kamui had any common sense in him.

But Kamui didn�t have any common sense in
him when it came to Fuma. Kamui was, like his twin star, Fuma obsessed.

He dreamt about the older boy, about
their childhood, about ways he might have changed what had happened by acting
differently in the distant past or in the closer one.

Kamui wanted Fuma to be his friend again,
but did he know that he wanted more then just friendship?

Kotori was a problem, the dead girl
between them. If they could learn to walk over her body in order to get closer
to one another a lot of their problems would be solved.

They couldn�t, of course, because
whenever they saw each other on top of some building or in a destroyed site
that used to be a building they would flare out into a fight like they�re
supposed to.

In a way, they needed this incident
to happen in order to have some sense knocked into them.

�What am I doing here�.good question�.�
And with that Fuma began rising himself from Kamui, about to leave. He knelt up
on the bed, still between Kamui�s legs.

The younger boy just stared at him. Only
now, as Fuma sat up, could he see the open buttons in Fuma�s
shirt and their meaning. He also saw the front of Fuma�s
pants and it flared something in him.

Something Kamui didn�t know about, a
fire. He could feel it in his chest; he wanted something but he didn�t know
what. He felt the heat rising in him, he knew what that was, but he didn�t know
why he was reacting like that towards Fuma.

Looking down at Kamui once again Fuma saw
the little change in Kamui. There was something growing in the lavender silk
pants. It hardened until it stood fully erect.

He saw Kamui looking at himself and
turning into a very charming deep shade of red. There was desperation and
misunderstanding in the eyes that matched the fabric covering him. It was like
he was silently saying �Shut up! Shut up already!!!� to his body.

Fuma had to smile, couldn�t help it. He
didn�t think his nightly visits would ever get to this but apparently this one
did. Lovely.

�Kamui� he had his evil grin on, the kind
he had when he killed Saiki. Kamui didn�t know what that grin was doing here
and now but he didn�t like it.

�Fu�.it�s, it�s not what you�re thinking
I�m�..� he was cut off as Fuma bent over him again and pressed their lips
together.

Kamui jerked upwards, trying to toss off
the man above him. Since the movement was not done full heartedly he didn�t
succeed, only caused some full body touch.

When they touched Kamui could feel Fuma
was hard too. The Dragon of Earth positioned himself so that their manhoods were leveled one above the other. The brief touch
sent ideas spinning in Kamui�s head.

�My god he�s got a hard on�.too�.�

�He�s kissing me with that thing down
there�

�He�s a good kisser�

�I wonder who he�s been practicing on
before�

�I bet Subaru wouldn�t like the answer to
that�

�That actually felt good�

�Oh god�

His mouth was ravaged by Fuma�s tongue, exploring every part of it, toying with his
tongue, getting out only to lick his lips and dive back in. it was Kamui�s first kiss. it was a bliss.

Fuma stopped the kiss to look into Kamui�s eyes. They were closed, and the breath he felt from
the boy was rapid as if he just ran a marathon.

Fuma waited for Kamui to open his eyes, and
then his hunger took over him and drove him for another kiss.

The fire in Kamui was wild, burning through
all of his body, making him jerk up again to rub against the boy above him,
demanding.

Fuma stopped the kiss again �You�re hot,
Kamui, you�re burning. Is it because of me? Did I do that?� he whispered into
the little ear, moving the thick soft hair to access the skin he licked gently.

It was driving Kamui mad, Fuma enjoyed
feeling the boy squirming under him; begging for attention and fighting that need
at the same time.

He wanted to watch Kamui�s
expression as he did all these things but from the little looks he snuck at
Kamui he only saw the boy looked like he was sleeping. He was concentrating on
the sensations. It was a good thing in a way.

Fuma planted gentle little kisses on the
neck he smelt before; enjoying the fact that now he didn�t have to make do with
only smelling.

Kamui wrapped his gentle arms around the
bigger body, enjoying the feeling of something like Fuma between them.

The broad shoulders from all the sports
he did back in high school. The strong back muscles, the hot member against
his.

Fuma returned to kiss his twin star, this
time not bothering about his passion; he knew it was equal to Kamui�s.

As his lips worked his fingers began
traveling across the body he so delightfully watched before.

With one hand he lifted himself above
Kamui for stability and with the other he saw without eyes.

His fingertips traveled across Kamui�s chest, circling a nipple and another one, noting
the little jerks of pleasure from the body they were attached to. He dug his
supporting hand under Kamui�s body, drawing it
towards his.

His hand traveled lower, gently caressing
the hard member in Kamui�s pants. A cry was muffled
by the kiss.

Fuma slid his hand over Kamui�s thin legs, enjoying the texture of the smooth
fabric that covered them. But he didn�t want fabric, he had enough of fabric,
now he wanted skin.

He hooked his finger into the waistband
of the lavender pants and was stopped by a weak, shaking hand. It was brushed
away almost violently.

It came up again, placed on Fuma�s chest just under the last button to be opened in his
shirt. It began opening the shirt shakily and doing a very wobbly job at that.
Fuma had to laugh at that.

�Are you trying to strip me?� his voice
was hoarse with lust, he really wanted just to take the boy and screw his brains
out. But he had to keep himself content or Kamui might start fighting. He�s
better off like that, the shy little lamb that tried to undress him.

There was desperation in Kamui as well,
he was hungry for something immeasurably, he wanted something so powerfully he
was almost screaming. Vaguely, he knew what he wanted but couldn�t put it to
words or actions.

He finally managed to open Fuma�s shirt all the way down, his hands moving gently over
the sinuous chest still unsure of what they�re doing.

His hands were moved as Fuma bent down
and began to kiss the other boy�s chest. He started licking little eight
figures from Kamui�s neck down all over his chest.
Whenever he found a nipple he�d lick it gently then bite down ever so lightly,
making Kamui jerk a little.

While he sucked gently on the second
nipple, his hand hovered lower, the finger tips touching from time to time,
down to Kamui�s member, gently stroking without real
touch. His hand moved lower, running up his inner thighs until they met the
hard hot member, yet still avoiding it.

It unnerved Kamui, the more Fuma touched
him the more he wanted yet didn�t want it. It was Fuma after all, who had
licked the tears off his eyes erotically, their lips so close, then slammed him
against a wall and broke his ribs.

A finger hooked into Kamui�s
pajama waistband again, not brushed away this time.

Fuma removed the offending garment,
feeling like he�s opening a present. When he looked up at Kamui he felt like
there�s water in him, ready to gush over and flood out. He rushed to lay
himself on top of Kamui, smothering him with kisses all over his face,
finishing with a long breathless, hot, passionate kiss.

Kamui was naked yet he didn�t mind it
anymore. The look in Fuma�s eyes was all it took to
break down the walls stopping his heart from feeling. As Fuma kissed him he kissed
back, just as passionately. Wrapping one arm around Fuma�s
broad back, the other resting on a buttock, pushing it towards him a little.
The friction between Kamui�s naked body and the
fabric of Fuma�s pants was a pleasure that hitched Kamui�s breath.

The kiss was broken as Fuma began kissing
down Kamui�s neck again, nipping and licking from
time to time. He kissed his way down until he found what he was looking for.

�Fuma!� Kamui had to clamp his hand on
his mouth to keep himself from screaming any louder and awaken the other Seals
as he suddenly felt a hot mouth enveloping him and a slight suction.

�God, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god� he was biting
his clenched fist to keep himself from screaming as Fuma ran his tongue up and
down Kamui�s shaft then took him fully in his mouth
again.

Fingers tangled the black hairs of Fuma�s head, grabbing and letting go as waves of pleasure
ran through the body he was pleasing. He felt like his scalp would probably be
left in Kamui�s hand by the end of it if he keeps it
this way and so he stopped, leaving Kamui breathless and hungry.

And it was hunger, a hunger for something
Kamui didn�t know about up till now. Only now did he realize what he wanted,
what his body ached to have. When Fuma�s mouth was
hovering over his, ready for another kiss, he whispered �Fuma�take me now��

One sentence, that�s all it took, almost.

If Fuma hadn�t come back to his lair
after each one of his nightly visits with a raging, painful hard on he wouldn�t
have learned how to control himself.

He�d close himself in his room, lie on
his bed and touch himself, dreaming of Kamui. He thought up words, speeches,
cries and whimpers, acts, movements, pleads. So Fuma knew how to stall himself,
how to keep himself from going over the edge over an idea of something such as
what Kamui had just said. If he�d just have a quick session and end it, his
fantasies wouldn�t live as long as he wanted them to, and he wanted them to be long.

Kamui was almost shaking with need, he
was begging Fuma with every movement he made, every breath he drew, to take him
and satisfy this need he started in him.

Now Fuma sat on his heels on the bed,
looking at Kamui with his mind elsewhere. He didn�t want to hurt Kamui with
this. If he did then maybe something of the magic of it would disappear and
Kamui would shrivel down to the cowardly �you�re not Fuma anymore, I want Fuma�
desperation he�d get lately. Fuma didn�t want a submissive Kamui of that kind.
He wanted the live wire Kamui that grabbed his ass a moment ago and initiated a
thing with just saying the words �take me�.

The problem that was on Fuma�s mind was of lubrication (1). Kamui wouldn�t have
anything as simple as a KY tube, nah, to people like Kamui that would be
considered �professional� (and not �obvious� like it was to some people Fuma
knew).

He bent down over Kamui again, running
his hands over the silk skinned chest without even a thought of it, and
whispered in his ear �Kamui, you wouldn�t have some sort of a lubricant here,
would you?�

It was a break in the current of what
they were doing so far, like an unfitting shrill note in the middle of a harmonic
melody. If Fuma hadn�t whispered it so sexually in his ear Kamui would probably
faze out of the whole air he was in.

�W�what do you need it for? I mean, what
sort of a thing do you need?�

�I need something oily so that I will be
able to enter you better, smoother� followed by a little thrust from a Fuma
that started to have his pants removed by Kamui�s
still shaking fingers.

It was the right thing, Kamui�s hands faltered for a moment over the half removed
black pants. �Enter you� it made Kamui shudder and the fire in him to flare out
wildly.

�I�think�.� Words were so hard to form
when you�re hard �I have�it�s a�.massage gel�.something the Campus came
up�.it�.the physiotherapist�.� And words are hard to form when your lips ache
for other lips that are now kissing up and down your neck �used it for my�.�
Sex is a hard thing to think of when you remember broken ribs and half torn
limbs made so by the one you�re having sex with.

�I see. where is it?� Fuma was toying
with Kamui�s earlobe, kissing, biting, kissing again,
licking, biting.

He raised his head from Kamui�s scented hair and skin to look at the nightstand
that probably was the only option. He rummaged through the drawers, pulling out
a box of tissues here, a tube of TCP (2) there, then finally the right tube. He
knew it was right by a little �erm� from Kamui.

He looked down at his twin star that was
darting his eyes, clouded with lust, from the tube to his own shrouded eyes.
The moonlight fell on the porcelain skin, showing the delicate jaw line, one
high cheekbone, streaming light into one lilac eye.

Taking the tube with him and lying on top
of Kamui again, Fuma ran his hand across these features that turned to him and
out of the moonlight. �You�re flawless, simply flawless, a perfect object, unblemished
and pure�

Kamui tried to smile, but on the back of
the palm of one hand laid on Fuma�s chest, he could
see a long scar from a sword that had once stabbed his hand there. Not
unblemished, flawed, no point trying to forget that just because they seem to
be about to have sex.

For a moment a thought flew threw Kamui�s mind; is that what Subaru thinks whenever he looks
at the inverted stars on the back of his hands?

His thoughts were cut off when Fuma
snatched the pillow from under his head and placed it under his pelvis.

A purple gaze full of puzzlement landed
on Fuma�s scarlet sure one.

�I�m taller than you so I need this for
better access, you�ll find it�s more comfortable this way�

�Better access��.oh god�..

Fuma emptied a small dose of the gel onto
his palm. It was indeed oily, so it might just serve the purpose.

Dipping his finger in it, like an artist
with his brush in a bowl of paint, and began applying Kamui with it.

Hands that lay on a chest curled,
creating little scratch marks. Was it from pain or pleasure?

Fuma repeated the procedure, adding a
second finger and this time curled them both in a �come here� gesture inside
Kamui.

A fast instinct deprived the other three
Seals in the dorms from waking to Kamui�s scream of
unexpected pleasure.

Kamui fought to gain his breath again
feeling a pleasure he never thought he�d ever experience from this source, or
at all. It wasn�t the first one for this evening.

�Kamui, open your eyes� he obeyed. �Take
some of this and put it on me�. Soft voice, hushed and emotional.

Kamui�s hands, ever shaking, emptied a little too much on his
hand. His breath hitched a little with a tint of fear when Fuma relieved
himself of his underpants.

And there he was, naked, and there they
were, about to make love. Oh god.

Seeing the boy falter Fuma wrapped strong
arms around a delicate waist and pulled the boy to a hug. They kissed for some
while, building their emotions and courage for what�s to come.

When their lips departed all Kamui had in
his head was the fire inside of him, and the need. He quickly lubricated Fuma,
enjoying the pleased expression on the older teen�s face. Fuma was biting his
lower lip and closing his eyes as Kamui�s hand closed
on his shaft and moved to apply the lubricant.

Fuma placed one hand on Kamui�s chest, gently pushing him back to lie down, the
other grabbed his own manhood as he lowered himself towards Kamui.

He felt his way in, both with hand and
organ, then began to gently push in. gently until passion took on all of his
acts, then he just trusted.

Kamui arched his back with pain and
pleasure. He jerked his hips upwards, taking Fuma in deeper. His breath hurried
to a pace he knew was abnormal. His head spun, his body ached, but the fire had
never burnt so powerfully.

He wanted movements, he was desperate for
it, after all that Fuma built in him.

�Fuma�� oh god he was thrusting, long
rhythmical thrusts �faster�.� Not enough, Kamui was almost completely sunk in
the pleasure �harder�.�

Fuma grabbed Kamui�s
member, matching his thrusts to his hand�s movements and faster.

Kamui whimpered and moaned under him, his
breath short and hitched. He was mouthing something, requests, pleads, just
like Fuma wanted it.

�Harder�.� It was a plea that unlashed
Fuma. He flew into a powerful rhythm, thrusts so hard Kamui was almost
screaming. The beautiful expression was twitched as lips were bitten to silence
cries.

There was a unique sensation Kamui longed
for since Fuma placed the first finger inside; something moved in him thus
creating such sensations that whenever Kamui would think of it he�d feel like
he�s ready to burst.

�Please Fuma, please, please, please,
Fuma, oh god please!�

�Kamui�..oh�..Kamui�.Ka�.mui!!!�

They were sweaty, and sticky. Exhausted,
satisfied yet burning for more.

The bed that soaked up all the body heat
now beamed it back at Kamui, making him feel on fire, when the fire inside him
weakened a bit.

He held Fuma in his arms, his twin star
was heavy, sweaty as he was, still inside of him but he didn�t mind, it was a
moment he didn�t want to waste. those were minutes Kamui promised himself he�d
never forget. That fulfillment, the completeness. Kamui felt like a broken
circle now mended again. He held the boy above him tighter.

When they realized they were dozing off
and that the morning after would be too hectic to finish the night with, Fuma
began dressing again.

Slowly, garment after garment, with the
slow movements of someone yanked from a long sweet sleep, Fuma dressed.

He pulled on the last sock when he heard
his name carried on a voice that hurt him as well as pleased him.

�Fuma� it was meant to start a
conversation.

He brushed it off, pulling up one boot,
then the other.

�Fuma� it meant �answer me�

He tied his shoelaces. Damn these high
boots with their complicated lacing.

�Fuma� it meant �please pay me attention�
in a moment he�ll be desperate and cry.

Fuma got up, his head bowed, avoiding eye
contact �What is it Kamui�

It meant �I know what you�re going to say
and I don�t want to open it for discussion, it�ll only hurt us both�

But he didn�t understand the
understatements �What about�the battle�.�

Fuma felt like cringing, bending into
half and breaking into tears. He felt like screaming and tearing everything he
had in sight into little bits.

Instead he kept it all inside, already
longing for the company of the pillow on his own bed where he�d curl around and
take it all out.

�I don�t know� he walked to the
windowsill and climbed it. He gave the boy on the bed a short little glance.

Naked, and so painfully beautiful, and
his, not his, never his, always his, beautiful.

�Goodnight� a whisper on the wind.

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(1) eh he he he�.yea, I sorta forgot to think
of lubrication when I started this�.silly girl, what kind of a yaoi addict am I? Well�.not addict but I used to write a
lot of smut so I�d expect more from myself�.never mind�.

(2) TCP = an antiseptic for flesh wounds
that could also be used for pimples. I guess Kamui could use both.
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