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Flashes of a Future Possibility	By : Meirav Category: +S to Z > X/1999 Views: 1642 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Flashes of a Future Possibility
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Disclaimer: X does not belong to me, Clamp came up with it, I merely
play with their characters for my own enjoyment.

Warning: pwp! lemon! If you�re not old enough to read this don�t!
if you don�t like m/m pairing don�t read this! No liky, no ready, no flamy!

Oh, and some OOC.

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Flashes of a Future Possibility

Fuma threw the ball towards the ring. The orange sphere made a graceful
half-arc and smoothly passed through it.

Fuma just loved that hardly audible smooth sound - the net rubbing
against the ball�s rough texture as it�s zooming through it. It was a typical Pavlov
reaction for Fuma to be happy when he heard that sound. If it was the sound of
the ball hitting the board above the ring, or the metallic bang of the ball against
the ring before it passed through, Fuma knew he did not do his best. He was his
high-school�s basketball star and, as such, an expert at doing those smooth
arcs straight through the ring with amazing precision from any location on the
court.

He was here in the school�s basketball court while the rest of the
pupils were deep in studies (NOTE: not sure). As the high school�s most
promising athlete, one who was responsible for five shiny golden trophies in
the headmaster�s cabinet, he was allowed to skip classes from time to time to
practice. Most of the teachers only nodded at his reasons of absence, sometimes
even encouraged him to keep working on his skills.

Fuma walked to the ball and picked it up from the floor. He took a glimpse
at his watch and realized he didn�t have much more time to practice before next
class. Soon it would be recess and students who knew he was here would flock
into the court, and that�s something Fuma didn�t want.

It�s not that he didn�t like their company, or didn�t appreciate the
energy they spent on cheering for him, or the glittering beaming pride and awe that
filled their eyes when they stared at him (NOTE: changed original sentence),
Fuma just liked being alone.

The girls would flock in here too, with their �Kyaaa!�s
and their �Oooo! Monou-kun/san/sempai�s, and that bold bunch of girls (Fuma
would much prefer to call them �crazy� than �bold�) a grade lower than him that
kept hollering �Marry me Monou!!!!� at him. That annoying bunch of idiots. They
always did that whenever he bent down to pick up the ball or wiped his forehead
with his shirt�s end or did something extremely appealing to them, only god
knew what makes them tick off like that.

Fuma hurried his pace towards the shower rooms, thinking about the
upcoming crowd and its dangers. He could stay here and practice a little more
in the half hour he had left before recess, but he was covered with sweat and
he�d rather have a shower than get himself even wetter.

There was a nice thing about their high school�s shower rooms. Whether
it was thought of in advance or a coincidence Fuma didn�t know and didn�t care,
but if you stood at a certain point in the dressing room the mirror could
reflect a great deal down the entrance hall without anyone in the hall being
able to see into the dressing room. This allowed Fuma to run into the toilets
and finish his dressing up there in case any stalker appeared in the helpful
patch of the mirror. He�d dress there where he could make sure no one�s going
to creep up on him. It�s not what it seems, Fuma wasn�t paranoid, he was
experienced�.

He stripped off of his sticky team uniform. Kotori is going to make one
of those annoying faces regarding their smell again when she�ll put them into
the washing machine. He sighed as deeply as only a harassed brother could.

As he grabbed his towel and bathing kit Fuma sensed no one around him to
interrupt his wonderful silence. Nothing besmirched his serenity as water began
pouring down on his body, or as he rinsed himself thoroughly, applying a handsome
deal of shampoo to his hair.

Kotori had said that men neglected their hair and didn�t think it needed
any different treatment than their bodies. She kept picking on him to use some
cosmetics on his spiky dry hair to get some moisture into it, or it�ll keep
looking as ridiculous as it did now. Fuma didn�t see what was wrong with his
hair and he told her that, but she only rolled her eyes and said that men are
so oblivious to their own esthetics that it�s frustrating.

He looked down at the bottle of shampoo she gave him and shrugged,
adding another dose to his already foam covered head.

That�s when he sensed it: there was someone else in the room, in the
very shower room! Right behind him! Watching him!!! Fuma�s rage flamed up in
him like a dragon raising (NOTE: rising? Lifting?)
itself off of the ground. He turned around to see who it was this time,
whoever it was they had some balls to just stand there and enjoy the view.

It was Kamui. Fuma blinked at the boy. Kamui stood there watching him
with a little smile on his pretty face.

Kamui came back home after a six year absence.
He left with his mother and a charming smile and returned without a mother, more
mature, thinner, sadder, more quiet and filled with secrets. Kamui spent most
of his time pushing him and Kotori as further away from him as he could, but he
couldn�t really, because he loved them and they loved him back.

Kotori was very excited about it, chirping on and on about how Kamui was
softening and being nice again and how she fainted in the hospital and he
caught her, and how they talked about indigo in the school library and how this
and how that�..Fuma usually just fazed out of the conversation to think his own
thoughts while she talked.

Kamui didn�t really do anything special so far, besides nearly giving
Kotori a heart attack, and getting badly hurt by god knows who, and attracting
weird southern boys that said they�re his friends while he himself treated them
like dirt.

Kamui didn�t talk to him much; he (NOTE: who?) never really spent any
time alone with him like he did with Kotori after she came back from their sick
father�s room in the hospital, but Fuma didn�t mind. If Kamui needed time then
time he�ll get, as long as in the end it�ll be like it used to be six years
ago.

It suddenly disturbed Fuma that Kamui just stood there watching him and
didn�t even say hello. The purple gaze stayed steady on him most
uncharacteristically to the Kamui that came back and didn�t want to even look
into their eyes.

Fuma took his time to gaze into the mauve deeps and saw something very
different there; they were empty�no, not empty�vague? No, that�s not the word,
blank, dim, as if covered by something obscuring. Fuma found this gaze disturbing,
even if it was cast from a face that was Kamui�s and so beautiful (NOTE: that
was as beautiful as Kamui�s?).

And that smile, what did it mean? He was watching him with a small,
almost cunning smile! What�s going on?

A heavy drop of foam covered shampoo leaked down Fuma�s forehead
straight into his eye, sending searing pain through his head. He mumbled some
unrepeatable words and hurried to wash the substance from his eye and the whole
damned girls� cosmetics from his hair, when he remembered Kamui was still
there.

He turned around to discover Kamui still standing undisturbed. Only now,
to Fuma�s relief, the smile had widened a bit to be more amused than cunning.
Kamui moved now, he walked out of the shower room and into the dressing room,
all this while he did not take his piercing strange eyes off of Fuma.

What was going on? What was the boy doing? What�s with those eyes? What�s
with the smile? What�s with this behavior? Fuma�s head buzzed with questions,
so many questions. He finished his shower, dried himself carelessly, wrapped
the towel tightly around his waist and hurried to the dressing room.

Kamui stood there leaning against Fuma�s locker as if it was the most normal
thing to do; to lean against Fuma�s source of dressing now that he�s practically
naked and stare at him as if to say �Make me move�. Fuma didn�t know what was
going on but he started feeling like he was pulled into something, whether it
was a trap or not he didn�t know. All he knew was that those eyes made
something in him start and he didn�t know what it was.

Sure Kamui was beautiful; the six years that had passed since Fuma last
saw him only served him well in enhancing his magnificent appearance. And sure,
he always kind of felt that he liked Kamui perhaps more than just his sister�s
childhood version of a boyfriend, but he never quite put a finger on what it
was that he felt more of.

But what was he thinking?! Fuma shook his head slightly. He walked to
his locker and Kamui blocking it.

as he stood in front of
Kamui, the boy straightened his strange mauve gaze directly at Fuma�s and
smiled with contempt as if pleased with what he had done. That disturbing gaze,
what was in it that wasn�t Kamui?

�Kamui�I need my clothes from the locker�.a-and it�s mine, the one
you�re leaning on�� Why was he stammering?!

�Are you sure you need them?�

Eh?! ��.�

The cunning smile was back, a light danced in the strange dim eyes.

�K-Kamui�.w-what?....Is, is everything alright?�

Kamui didn�t answer, instead he took his time examining the hardly
dressed Fuma before him, his eyes missing not a spot on the exposed skin.

Fuma suddenly knew what it must have felt like to be a stripper; knowing
that every look directed at you has only one thought behind it and the nature
of that thought making your exposed skin only more uncomfortable.

Fuma really could use a shirt and a pair of pants right now.

Just as he was about to say something Kamui touched him. He sent his
delicate little finger and traced a short line across Fuma�s muscular chest. He
was playing �connect the dots� with little drops of water that clung to Fuma�s
skin after he carelessly dried himself without really putting his mind into it.

Kamui discovered that when he connects the dots he gets a highly awkward
Fuma quivering under his touch. He also discovered that something was starting
to come to life under Fuma�s towel. He examined the phenomenon and the smile on
his face widened from cunning to malicious.

Fuma himself was far too lost in the wide rainbow of emotions that swept
through him to think straight.

Kamui was touching him! Kamui was touching him and he liked it! Kamui
was touching him and he liked it this much! Kamui was touching and he
liked it this much and Kamui knew it! And Kamui liked it
too�.oh�.my�.god!

Kamui found more drops of water to examine now, these lay on Fuma�s
shoulder, right by his neck. Kamui raised himself, standing on his tip toes
(NOTE: not sure about that), placed a gentle hand on Fuma�s arm to stabilize
himself and licked the few drops off. He licked them off, closing his
eyes like he was eating ice-cream, not licking something off of someone�.

Fuma�s head spun, what was going on?! He didn�t even want to think what was
going on under his towel. Kamui seemed oblivious to its meaning�Hell, who was
he kidding?! Kamui started it all! He was watching him naked in the shower! He
was leaning against his locker to keep him from dressing! He was touching him! Now
he�s licking things off of him!!! What�s he doing now?

Kamui stayed on his tip toes (NOTE: not sure about that), straightening
a fierce gaze at Fuma. He was nearing his face. He was tilting his head back a
little. He was demanding a kiss.

Did Fuma want to kiss him? Of course he did! From the second he realized
what Kamui was doing Fuma just wanted to grab the boy and take everything he
could. Hormones raced (NOTE: raged/raced) through Fuma�s body, his thoughts were
vague when it came to anything that wasn�t Kamui right here right now. He
forgot about Kotori having �dibs� on the boy, he didn�t care about anything; he
wanted Kamui and he had him now right before him, ready for taking.

Fuma cupped Kamui�s chin, taking another look at those strange eyes that
actually disturbed him in their current state, and then leaned forward until
their lips met.

Kamui wrapped his arms around the larger teen, pulling Fuma to lean on
him. An eager, hot mouth opened to Fuma, ready for anything. They kissed
passionately, Kamui teasing Fuma over and over again to give him more, to dare
to do more.

Kamui did more than just wrapping his arms around Fuma. His hands began
traveling across the exposed heating skin exploring regions Fuma wasn�t sure he
should go to so fast.

Two small gentle palms landed most nonchalantly on Fuma�s rear,
squeezing a bit. When Fuma tried to evade the touch it only led to a
semi-thrust at the boy he was leaning on and that didn�t seem to make Kamui
stop, it only made it worse. Kamui opened his legs, allowing any of Fuma�s
future thrusts to be well placed ones.

Frozen by this sudden sweep of emotions and sensations in him, Fuma lost
some of his initial passion; everything was going so fast, was this what Kamui
really wanted? What was it with this look in his eyes? Fuma didn�t feel like he
was a part in an equal action, he felt like he was being used and encouraged to
these actions for Kamui�s amusement. He was being seduced and not in a good
way.

Then he felt delicate fingers touch the tip of his penis and every
thought vanished from his mind completely (NOTE: YOU ROCK!). The fingers
wrapped themselves gently around his member and began stroking, just in case
Fuma still had any trace of a logical train of thought.

The pleasure made Fuma�s head spin violently, made his legs want to give
up under him but he pulled himself together and Kamui into another passionate
kiss. The fingers didn�t leave, they only stroked a little gentler now as if
knowing the bigger teen might be pushed over the edge before time.

He didn�t care anymore if Kamui wasn�t behaving like himself, he didn�t
care if this out of the blue thing made no sense and meant it�s wrong, he didn�t
care if the look in those eyes should alert him of danger, he didn�t care about
anything. His fingers fumbled with Kamui�s pants� zipper and undone it.

He earned himself a treat now for being such a good boy, didn�t he?

Kamui pulled himself as high as he could until he reached Fuma�s ear,
then began to gently and most erotically lick it. He traced the outer shell,
nipping gently from time to time and planting silent kisses from the ear down
his neck. A deep moan told him he did right.

Fuma hooked his fingers on the pants and underwear waistbands, pulling
both down in one go. He lingered down there for a while, staring up at Kamui�s
body. Suddenly something stopped in his storm of hormones and actions. Fingers
ran through his hair, pulling his eyes into the possessed mauve deeps. Obeying
silently, Fuma stood up and placed himself better between Kamui�s exposed legs again.

Fuma buried his face in Kamui�s shoulder, showering the silken skin in
kisses, tracing them from the long delicate neck to the soft warm lips. The
smaller boy�s fingers worked on the tight knot that held the towel in place
until the fuzzy fabric loosened up and dropped to the floor redundant and
forgotten.

There was something the boy brought with him here, something he got the
first time he suddenly found himself without control over his own body.

Kamui was walking in the city with Sorata and they had passed by a pharmaceutical
shop. All of a sudden he felt his body loosening and detaching itself from him.
From then on, all he, Kamui Shiro, could do was to watch himself from the side acting
under (NOTE: the influence of) an entity that one day might harbor his body forever
(NOTE: not sure about harbor) or go and stay in another�s.

As if he had never heard any of the Kansai monks� (NOTE: ok?) words of
question about his future acts, Kamui walked into the shop and purchased a tube
of lubricant. He unwrapped the little paper envelope they handed it in and slipped
the tube into his back pocket. Then he simply walked out nonchalantly and
vanished high to the building tops in one hop, leaving the dragon of heaven
behind him bewildered. Even if Sorata had seen what Kamui had bought he would still
be left oblivious and puzzled (NOTE: who? / oblivious?).

Now Kamui sent his hand to the tube down on the floor with the pants
that held it in them until now and unscrewed the top. He had to do this quickly
before the pause in stimulations and sensations snapped Fuma out of the trance
he managed to work him into. He quickly lubricated himself, and then began
applying the liquid to Fuma�s member, massaging it lightly and making the older
teen take in a sharp breath with pleasure. Fuma melted under the touch again,
landing a hand on the locker by Kamui to steady himself under the pleasure. He
moaned Kamui�s name while the boy played with him.

Fuma didn�t bother trying to think anymore. Somewhere in him he was
still aware of his acts and the acts of his new lover. He knew what Kamui was
helping him to, he knew where Kamui was guiding his hard member to and he
didn�t stop himself. His feelings for Kamui cleared until the act made complete
sense.

He raised the boy off his feet and supported him against the locker, slowly
lowering him until he was completely inside Kamui.

Kamui didn�t even flinch, not even under the pain of penetration; in
fact, he seemed to have gained some pleasure out of it.

There was a breathless moment as Kamui tilted his head back with the
pleasure it sent into him. Fuma thrust himself deeper, feeling he is sucked
into the blissful heat, into Kamui.

They started a fixed rhythm Fuma thought would sustain him for enough
time to make Kamui enjoy this as well. He had to work very hard to steady
himself on this calm rhythm and to not lash out and burn with his passion like
his body begged him to.

Kamui was moaning, moving against him to draw Fuma in deeper and deeper
with every thrust, the slim body dancing in the act. He wrapped one arm around
Fuma�s neck, drawing the boy into passionate kisses from time to time. The
other lay on Fuma�s behind, encouraging and stimulating.

Not forgetting his lover, Fuma wrapped his hand around Kamui�s member,
working a rhythm to match his body�s thrusts into the boy. Soon Kamui was
moaning louder, his breath heavy, his face flushed. Fuma looked at the
beautiful face in this state and his head spun again; just the sight of this
could tip him over the edge. But he saved himself for Kamui, he didn�t want to
sink into the wild passion that ran amok inside him might he hurt the delicate
boy.

Kamui knew this, as this entity that took over him could read his twin
star�s every thought, and what Fuma didn�t know was that wild passion was just
what he (NOTE: it?) wanted.

He reached to nip at Fuma�s ear again, remembering the keen reaction for
it earlier. Once Fuma�s attention was somewhat gained through the veil of
pleasure Kamui dealt another sensuous little lick and whispered �Take me harder
Fuma, faster�.

If Fuma had his thoughts wiped away by passion before, it was nothing in
comparison to the burst of passion that swept him now. He didn�t care anymore
about the consequences of his actions on Kamui for the boy had asked for it
just this moment. He lashed out powerfully, taking fast powerful thrusts into
the boy, claiming Kamui his, taking everything he could. He hurried the pace of
his strokes on Kamui�s member as well, feeling it reach its limits under his
fingers.

They fought to silence themselves when they came until only moans and
restrained shouts (OPTION: cries) of pleasure escaped them in their climax.
They were dancing, lost in their pleasure and they couldn�t care about anything
beside the two of them, they were one in this special moment and no one could
stop that.

The moment had passed leaving them to regain control over their breath
and their bodies.

Fuma found himself pushed away and detached. He received a small kiss
and a happy little smile before Kamui cleaned himself with the discarded towel,
put his clothes on and simply vanished away out of the shower rooms. He only
gave Fuma a quick look before disappearing out the door.

Fuma stood there frozen in shock; Kamui just split without a word! He would
have chased after him if he wasn�t still naked in the state he was now and
recess hadn�t started about five minutes ago.

He stood there slowly gaining control over his mind again and looking
down at himself�he needed a shower again damn it.

Once Fuma was back in his clothes and inside the school itself, he
walked the study halls and hallways, looking for the boy to
talk to him, maybe to talk to Kotori if that was a good idea at all.
What would he tell her?!

Then he saw them sitting at their desk in their classroom. They were
reviewing their homework for their next lesson. Kamui looked�..like himself,
shy and restrained and frozen around Kotori who did her best to coo around him
and get some sort of softness or familiarity out of him.

Fuma looked at them like that for a moment and thought that he�s seeing
things differently now as if some kind of obscuring lens was removed from his
eyes. Kotori loved Kamui and she was his little sister whom he�s not supposed
to hurt. And Kamui�.Kamui was�.

Straightening his gaze at him! Fuma walked into the classroom without
even noticing it and now Kotori and Kamui raised their eyes to him.

Kamui�s eyes! They were clear again and the look in them was the usual
restrained affection as always. Nothing of the clouded with lust mauve gaze,
nothing of the cunning spark that pulled him closer into him, as if that was
one Kamui and this is another!

He probably forgot it all, probably doesn�t know what happened. Fuma got
that sometimes; times he�d black out and remember nothing of what happened with
the people around him, panicking because he was doing something really weird
while he was �away�.

There was nothing left of their secret love making in the shower rooms,
nothing of the dance they did together, nothing of that warmth and passion, all
gone and wiped out.

Fuma felt the earth shake under his feet.

Kotori looked away from her silent brother and returned her attention to
the math problem she and Kamui had for homework. She managed to pull Kamui�s
attention to it again.

Fuma found himself just standing there in silence like some statue, what
was he doing here if it was all over?

It didn�t matter, it was gone, over and done with. Fuma turned his back
to them and left the classroom to be on his own way.

(end)
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