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Immortal Passion	By : anniechan Category: +S to Z > X/1999 Views: 3426 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own X/1999, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author’s Notes: My first X fic! Well, if you count Tenshi no Awaremi (which is posted in the Trigun section, if any of you are interested), this is my second X fic. But, this is my first X fic that isn’t a crossover, no matter which way you look at it. I should say that this fic takes place after the MOVIE (with a slightly longer time frame, because the movie was too short and condensed to contain some events that I briefly mention), so don’t expect it to go along with the manga or TV series very well. I really don’t know how the manga or TV series go, because I’m not familiar with them. -_-0 Don’t worry, I’m working on familiarizing myself with the manga.

Be warned: this is a yaoi fic, which means it deals with romantic love between two males (in this case, Fuuma and Kamui). It’s also a lemon, rather obviously displaying just how passionate their love is. If you don’t like that, stay away. I don’t want to get flames for the sole reason that I’m putting two male characters together in a non-canon couple. I can do whatever the heck I want in fanfiction (all fanfic authors can). So there. Nyah.

Disclaimer: X, Kamui, Fuuma, and all the other characters belong not to me, but to Clamp, a wonderful group of four very talented ladies over in Japan.

Immortal Passion

By Annie-chan

Tokyo.

As with all great cities on Earth, the skyline is always lit up. There is always traffic in the streets, though in the dead of night the traffic is pretty sparse. Many buildings are lit up as if it were daytime, it’s nighttime workers working like bees to get as much done as possible without lowering quality. Like all great cities, it never seemed to take a rest.

One boy, an insignificant speck in the grand scheme of things, wished it would take a rest. A permanent rest. He wished it would all just go away.

Shirou Kamui lay in bed, his soul in ruins.

He had spent the last week here, in a half-awake, half-asleep daze. Tears were constantly sliding down his smooth, pale cheeks, sometimes faster, sometimes slower. His bottomless violet eyes were red with fatigue and sorrow. His already willowy body was getting steadily thinner, as he had not gotten up to eat in almost eight days. He didn’t seem to care if he starved to death here.

In truth, he didn’t. A week ago, he had won the war, had saved humanity, had defeated the Chi no Ryuu. He was the leader of the Ten no Ryuu, and Earth’s greatest savior since Jesus Christ.

But, at what cost?

He had lost all his friends. He had witnessed the deaths of thousands in the fight that seemed so unnecessary. He had witnessed his dearest friend gut his sister without a single thought toward the fact that her life was precious, as was all human life.

Everyone he loved was gone. His mother. His friends. Everyone.

God, Thy will is hard, he thought mournfully. Doushite?! Why did You choose to make Fuuma, of all people, the one I had to fight and kill?! He had thought this many times over the past week, and was no closer to an answer than when he first realized Fuuma headed the Chi no Ryuu.

Fuuma! he thought, his tears getting stronger again. I love you so much! I thought I loved Kotori, and I do! She’s like the sister I never had! But, when I saw my Shinken go through your neck… He broke off the thought and sobbed into the pillow. He had killed the one he loved more than anything else in the world. He had ended the life of the one he would have wished to spend his life with. He had destroyed the one who was doubtlessly his soul mate with his own hands. It was just too much for his already broken down psyche to handle.

He knew it was inevitable. He had to do it. It was either that, or let Fuuma kill him and destroy all of humanity. Were his own life and the lives of all the people on Earth worth sacrificing to avoid killing the one he loved?

He knew the answer. No. No single life is worth the deaths of billions of others.

He wailed pitifully. It hurt. It hurt so much to know that he had to kill the one he would have died for in any other situation to fulfill his destiny. It hurt so much that that person he had to kill had been stripped of his memories and filled with an irreversible lust to kill and destroy. That was the worst of it. Fuuma had never been outgoing, but he was kind and gentle, like his sister, in his own way. To see him with that horrible bloodlust in his eyes, to see him want nothing more than to kill his Twin Star to fulfill his destiny tore at Kamui’s heart more than anything else that had taken place.

It’s not fair! he mentally cried to whoever may be listening.

Through his closed eyelids, he saw a bright flash of light fill the room, the fade away. “Iie, it’s not fair,” a painfully familiar voice said at the bedside, “but it had to happen to someone, and God chose us for it.”

Kamui had stopped breathing. His lower lip trembled almost enough to make his teeth chatter, and his tears intensified. But, this time, it was out of joy, not sorrow. He opened his eyes and stared at one of the most perfect specimens of beauty he had ever remembered seeing.

Monou Fuuma stood at his bedside, smiling gently down to him. He was surrounded by a faint golden aura that made him look like he was covered in a gold dusting. He was dressed in rich gold- and bronze-colored robes, his hands folded into his sleeves. From his back spread two human-sized wings, the feathers pure white except for a gold tint around the edges of each one. Everything about him, from his skin to his eyes to his hair, was perfect. Absolutely perfect. He had never seen such a radiant creature.

“Tenshi,” Kamui whispered incredulously. “Fuuma…you’ve…you’re a…”

“I, and all the Ryuu, including Hinoto-san and Kanoe-san, have been taken under God’s wing,” the newly arrived angel said. “We were all following God’s designs, so you don’t have to fear any of us going to Hell for what we did.” He then added, a little quieter, “Although, some of us did some horrible things to so many innocent people.”

Kamui suddenly leapt up and flung his arms around Fuuma’s neck, hugging him tight. “Oh, Fuuma! I’m so happy! You don’t know how afraid I was for you! I…I couldn’t bear the thought of you damned, but I couldn’t help but wonder…”

“Shh,” Fuuma soothed, stroking Kamui’s hair lightly. “The Chi no Ryuu have all been cleansed of their desires to kill and destroy. I’m Fuuma again. I’m not your enemy anymore. Don’t cry, Kamui. Your whole body is shaking.”

Kamui wept openly on Fuuma’s shoulder for several minutes, the tears soaking into the silken fabric of his robes. He couldn’t stop. He felt ready to faint, he was so elated.

Finally, he began calming down, and eventually stopped. But, he refused to loosen his hold. He didn’t want to risk having the one he loved snatched away from him again. He wanted to stay in this angel’s arms for the rest of his turbulent life.

“Kamui,” he heard Fuuma whisper into his ear, then felt fingers tangle in his hair and tug gently. He obeyed and brought his head back to look into those hypnotizing golden eyes. Their lips were so very, very close…but, he couldn’t do it. Fuuma may reject him, and Kamui wouldn’t be able to exist without him. At least, not knowing, he could imagine they both loved each other. If he were rejected, not even Heaven would be able to offer enough solace to his broken soul.

“Kamui,” Fuuma whispered again. Kamui felt two strong arms wrap around his waist, and suddenly his lips were taken completely by the angel who held him so tenderly. His eyes flew wide, shocked by the sudden contact, but he immediately closed them and tightened his hold around Fuuma’s neck and shoulders. He felt like he was going to swoon, and indeed went slack in Fuuma’s grasp. His lips tingled distinctly under the strong, sure kiss. It was akin to the feeling on his tongue after eating peppermint, but Fuuma’s lips tasted so much better, so much more satisfying. A hot, slick tongue suddenly thrust deep into his mouth, spreading the tingling sensation, ravaging his dark depths mercilessly. It felt so good, so good…Kamui shuddered violently, and his arms slipped from Fuuma’s neck. He would have indeed fallen back down to the bed if Fuuma’s arms hadn’t been holding him up. Tears of pure happiness flowed from his tightly closed eyes. He was moaning loudly, ecstatically against the lips ravishing his innocence, taking it away in the most pleasurable of ways. He was still a virgin, not surprising at his young age, but he had never even felt the beginnings of sexual attraction toward another yet. Now, a desire deeper than any emotion he had known before had started with stunning quickness, and had grown to a nearly lustful need he never had thought capable before. It needed to be satisfied. Now.

He was gasping for breath by the time Fuuma drew back, and he almost whimpered for more. He opened his eyes and stared adoringly into the eyes of the one who held his heart, and realized with a start that he was flat on his back on the bed again, Fuuma draped over him, the angel’s wings lying to either side.

At the same time, Fuuma seemed to realize their position as well, but didn’t appear so pleased. “Go…gomen nasai, Kamui…I…I didn’t mean to…to…”

Before Fuuma could finish his sentence, Kamui flung his arms around his shoulders again and held tight. “Iie, Fuuma! Don’t apologize! I…I need you! I need you now! Onegai…t-take me! Oh, God, I need it!” The last sentence was spoken through tightly clenched teeth, the desire in his body growing more intense by the minute. There was no doubt left in his mind, body, or soul. Monou Fuuma was his mate, and the hunger he felt for the older boy would never cease until satisfied.

Fuuma had tensed when Kamui had confessed to needing him to go further, and his breath had caught in his throat when Kamui practically begged to be taken.

“K-Kamui,” Fuuma said shakily. “Iie…I…I can’t do it! Gomen nasai, demo…it’s impossible.” He finished matter-of-factly, though his voice still had a trace of apprehension in it, and pushed himself up off of the smaller boy. He froze when he looked back down and saw the intense hurt in Kamui’s eyes.

“Im…impossible?!” Kamui cried when he finally found his voice. “Fuuma! Ai shiteru yo! Hontou! I…I want nothing more right now than for you to have me!” Once again, his tears had changed, this time from elation back to misery. “Fuuma…onegai…I need this. I need you! I…I’ll die if this desire within me isn’t satisfied! It’s so strong…”

Fuuma forced his eyes away from Kamui’s. It would be so much easier to explain without looking into those perfect pools of dark light. “Kamui…ai shiteru mo. I want you as much as you want me, I’m sure. But, I should never have kissed you, especially not to the point where I pushed you back down on the bed.” He paused, for a minute, but Kamui made no sound. “Did you feel a tingling when I kissed you?” he asked.

“Hai,” Kamui said quietly.

“That was the holy power that is within all angels that you felt. The power within me is best described as like a fire, and if I made love to you, it would burn you alive. It would kill a normal human immediately after it was over, but you would be subjected to a slow and painful death, because of the power within you making you stronger. And, I, with all my healing powers, can do nothing to save you from such a death once the deed is done.” He sighed. “Gomen nasai, Kamui. I want to so much, but—”

“I don’t care!” Kamui suddenly burst out. “I don’t care if I die or how I die! I need this, Fuuma! I need it so much it hurts!”

“Kamui…”

“I want to die,” Kamui continued more softly. “I’ve wanted to die for so long. And, the best way to die is in the arms of your true love, ne?”

“Kamui, don’t—”

“Onegai, Fuuma!” Kamui nearly screamed, clenching his fists. “I don’t care how much it will hurt! I’ll suffer anything to be with you!” He lowered his voice again, whispering, “Onegai…onegai…God, I need you…”

“Gomen,” Fuuma said again. “I’ve caused you enough pain in the past. I’m not going to just add to the physical part of it.” He spoke the words in a tone that left no room for argument. Angels had so much more control and willpower than humans.

Kamui stared wide-eyed at him a moment, his lower lip quivering. He suddenly turned away and curled into a tight ball, not looking at Fuuma. “Onegai…” he whispered. “If you can’t make love to me, then please go. To be so close to you and not be able to touch you is pure torture.” He said no more, but his body shook with repressed sobs of incredible grief.

He lay there for several minutes, and almost jumped up when he felt a gentle hand take hold of his shoulder and roll him over on his back. He hadn’t time to gasp out his surprise when two silken lips claimed his own once again.

“Are you sure, Kamui?” Fuuma asked quietly of the impossibly beautiful human in his arms.

“Hai!” Kamui cried, wrapping his arms tight around Fuuma. He buried his face in the crook of Fuuma’s neck and breathed in the naturally clean smell of an angel, as well as the distinctly masculine smell of Fuuma. Fuuma, by chance, had settled directly between Kamui’s slender thighs, and could feel the younger boy’s arousal straining insistently against his clothes. Yes, he was definitely sure.

“Kamui…you won’t feel it until afterward, but you will go through pain like you’ve never imagined.”

“I don’t care!” Kamui whispered, his voice pleading. To emphasize his point, the smaller boy closed his lips over Fuuma’s earlobe and sucked gently.

Fuuma finally dropped his resistance and touched his lips to Kamui’s neck, caressing tenderly, occasionally nipping lightly. He slowly kissed his way over to the throat, causing Kamui to release his ear and lean his head back, his eyes closed in pleasure he would have never thought possible. He moaned softly, his fingers digging into Fuuma’s robes as his lover dipped his tongue into the hollow of his throat.

“Fuuma…”

“So soft…” Fuuma murmured against Kamui’s neck as he trailed kisses up to his jaw. Kamui’s skin felt so delicate, so fragile, that he was afraid to risk bruising him. He didn’t want to cause any more pain than necessary.

Kamui purred like a contented kitten as his lips were taken in a sweet kiss, one hand buried in Fuuma’s hair, the other stroking the back of Fuuma’s neck. There was no pressure, no insistency in the kiss. Without warning, Kamui suddenly placed his hands on either side of Fuuma’s face and crushed his lips up into Fuuma’s, flicking his tongue out, demanding entrance.

Fuuma’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth, letting Kamui slide inside. The younger boy was suddenly shy, but became bolder as Fuuma’s own tongue twined around his, engaging them both in a sensual dance of mutual love and a passion that consumed both, body and soul. Fuuma kept his eyes open.

Kamui, he mentally said to his lover. Look at me. Look into my eyes.

Kamui obeyed, opening his eyes. A shiver passed through both as their eyes met. Soul meets soul when eyes meet eyes, Kamui thought, unconsciously quoting a line he once read in a Japanese translation of an American serial comic book, his already heightened emotions rising even further.

“Fuuma,” he whispered, barely loud enough to hear, as he broke the kiss. “Ai shiteru yo. With all my soul.”

“Kamui,” Fuuma replied, just as quietly, between licks as he descended to Kamui’s throat again. “Forgive me. I’d take everything that happened back if I could. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t mention that time,” Kamui said soothingly. “Only think of now.”

“Hai,” Fuuma said, his fingers reaching up to undo the buttons on Kamui’s shirt. He reveled in the moans and gasps coming from his partner as he worshipped with his tongue every inch of ivory skin he uncovered, slowly removing the thin piece of clothing. He finally pulled it out of the waistband of Kamui’s pants and off his arms, letting it drop to the floor. Kamui shivered as his skin encountered the slightly chill air of the room, but quickly forgot as Fuuma’s soft voice reached his ears. “Kirei…pretty Kamui.” He heard Kamui inhale sharply as he dipped his head and brushed his tongue lightly against one pink, taut nipple. “You like that?”

“Hai…hai, Fuuma!” Kamui breathed. “More! Onegai!”

Fuuma grinned and lowered his head again, this time sealing his lips over the little bud, sucking hard. Kamui’s hands tangled in his hair, silently urging him on, noises of delicious pleasure emanating from his throat. Fuuma’s hand slid over and began playing with the other nipple, earning a tightening of Kamui’s legs around Fuuma’s waist. After several minutes of sweet agony, Fuuma switched sides, taking the other nipple between his lips. This time, his hand snaked down to Kamui’s pants, pulling down the zipper and slipping inside to caress the straining arousal.

“Ungh! Fuuma!” Kamui choked as the fingers surrounded him and tugged not quite hard enough. His hips bucked up, increasing the pressure Fuuma’s hand had on his delicate member. “Fuuma…d-don’t make me wait long…I don’t think I can…I need…”

“Shush,” Fuuma whispered softly, releasing the nipple and pressing his lips to the skin of Kamui’s upper abdomen. “You’ll get what’s coming to you. Be patient just a little longer.”

He slowly began working his way down, laying kisses upon every inch of pearly white skin. Both hands were at Kamui’s hips now, undoing his pants and sliding them down his legs, massaging the thighs as they went. He suddenly, just as his mouth reached the waistband of Kamui’s underwear, sat up quickly and pulled the pants completely off, taking Kamui’s socks with them and throwing them to the floor.

Kamui let out a low moan, even this short interruption of contact too much to bear. He reached up, his eyes pleading, and brought Fuuma back down to him, letting out a sigh of satisfaction as the older boy returned to his abdomen and dipped his tongue playfully into his navel.

“Lower, Fuuma,” Kamui breathed. “Onegai…”

Fuuma smirked slightly. “Impatient, aren’t we?” he asked mischievously. Before Kamui was able to answer, he suddenly gripped the fabric of Kamui’s underwear and yanked them off, finally freeing Kamui’s swollen erection. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Fuuma was surprised he didn’t rip the fabric.

Fuuma took a moment to gaze upon every inch of his beloved Kamui, drinking in the very sight of him. He was so beautiful, naked and almost painfully ready for him. He lowered his head and licked lightly at the sensitive tip of Kamui’s manhood, indulging in the strangled whine it caused. Kamui’s hands fluttered on either side of Fuuma’s head, unsure whether to push him forward for more or let him alone to do what his wished with him. His hands left Fuuma’s head as one drifted up to tease his own nipples and the other lifted to his mouth. He bit down on the hand at his mouth hard to keep from screaming outright as his lover began licking his arousal sporadically. His tongue flitted from one part to another, occasionally pausing to lick long and slow.

“Fuuma!” Kamui hissed between clenched teeth. “Unnngh…not much longer…” He arched his back and couldn’t control the sounds he made as Fuuma wrapped one hand around the base of his erection, while his lips closed around the sensitive head and sucked hard. His hand pumped slowly up and down where his mouth was not, the combined sensation making Kamui almost delirious in his ecstasy. Kamui arched his back again and thrust upward insistently. Fuuma responded by removing his hand and deep-throating Kamui without another warning.

Kamui’s fingers clutched the sheets under him so tightly they ripped, but he paid them no mind. His thighs tightened around Fuuma’s neck, locking the two lovers together in their wickedly pleasurable embrace. Fuuma’s hands had slipped around to Kamui’s backside, kneading and squeezing insistently as he exquisitely tortured Kamui’s most sensitive area.

A long, low moan filled the air as the younger boy came almost violently, his hips thrusting up hard against Fuuma’s sweet lips, his hands tightening painfully in the bed sheets, his white-hot seed erupting into Fuuma’s waiting mouth. Fuuma took all of him in, swallowing it all, licking him dry as he withdrew.

Fuuma brought his face level with Kamui’s again, touching their mouths together, invading that hot little mouth with his tongue. Kamui tasted himself in that kiss, and found it strangely arousing.

“Are you sure about this, Kamui?” Fuuma whispered into his ear. “If I stop now, I may very well be able to save your life.”

“Iie,” Kamui immediately replied. “Iie, Fuuma. I want you. All of you. I want you inside of me.”

“Don’t make this decision rashly,” Fuuma continued. “Once it is done, it can’t be undone.”

“Wakatta,” Kamui said quietly. “I’ll endure any pain to be with you, and to be free of this hell my life has turned into.”

Fuuma smiled softly, sadness in his eyes alongside the deepest kind of love. He reached up and tenderly stroked his lover’s cheek. “Brave Kamui,” he murmured, as if to himself. “You amaze me, Koibito.” As Kamui smiled at the endearment, Fuuma pushed himself up and got off the bed. “Just a moment.” Ignoring Kamui’s look of sudden dismay at his departure from his arms, he walked out of the room and into the bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet.

“Fuuma…don’t leave me,” Kamui whispered, quietly enough that only he could hear. Every pore and fiber in his body screamed for the contact to resume, and seconds stretched out into hours. He felt his hand reach down and grasp himself, squeezing and pulling gently but insistently, bringing himself to full arousal again. He slid his hand up and down slowly, his hips thrusting slightly upward in perfect rhythm, small moans making their way from his delicate throat. He felt Fuuma’s presence come closer and peeked his eyes open to look.

The angel stood a few feet away from the bed, holding the small bottle of baby oil Kamui kept in the medicine cabinet to treat the breakouts of dry skin he sometimes got as a result of his anxiety. Fuuma’s eyes were fixed on the sight of the younger boy pleasuring himself, his mouth open the slightest bit. His wide, shining eyes and the slight hitch in his breathing indicated that he found it extremely arousing. He clutched the bottle tight, as if afraid to lose it.

“Fuuma,” Kamui pleaded, “let me see you. You’re wearing too much.”

Fuuma set the bottle down on the bedside table, his eyes never leaving his lover. He reached up to his collar and pulled the garment apart, the laces in front untying themselves, obeying his mental command to them. The robe slipped off his shoulders, his wings not getting in the way at all, as if they weren’t even there.

Kamui smiled through his self-induced pleasure. “No underwear?”

“Angels generally don’t take off their clothes when on the Material Plane,” Fuuma replied, “so we have no need of it. It just makes us hot.”

“Ah,” Kamui whispered, then took his hand away from himself and held his arms up to the taller boy. “Onegai, Fuuma…”

Without another thought, Fuuma was down on the bed again, lying atop Kamui between his legs. He pressed his lips to Kamui’s neck and ground their hips together, rubbing their sexes in such a way to make Kamui almost scream out. Kamui had wrapped his arms around Fuuma’s waist, and slid his hands up to touch the impossibly soft feathers on the gold-tipped wings. They grew from his spine, feathers sprouting also from the skin around the bases. The wings lay to the sides, brushing softly against his skin, making him shiver.

Fuuma pushed himself up again, and was reaching for the bottle on the table when Kamui suddenly brought his hand up and wrapped it around the angel’s need. Kamui grinned as the taller boy stiffened and braced himself with his hands on either side of Kamui. Kamui watched through half-lidded eyes his lover’s reaction to his gentle, teasing massage, reveling fully in the sounds he caused Fuuma to make.

Fuuma suddenly choked back a cry and grabbed Kamui’s wrist, removing his hand from his manhood.

“Fuuma?” Kamui asked, apprehension lacing his voice. “Doushita? Did I do something wrong?”

“Iie,” Fume replied with a reassuring smile. “I just don’t want to come too early.” He leaned down and whispered wickedly into Kamui’s ear, his breath brushing his skin, “I want to be inside you when I release. All the way in, where it’s soft and dark and warm and tight.”

Kamui shivered at that and lay back on the bed, his eyes closed in anticipation. When he heard Fuuma take the bottle off the table, he asked, “The baby oil…is that for—”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Kamui,” Fuuma said softly, pouring some oil out onto his palm. “I’m glad I found this in the bathroom. I know this is your first time, so there will be some pain. I want to minimize it as much as possible.” To himself, he added, And, you’ll be going through enough pain soon…it’s not my place to just make it worse. “Turn over,” he told Kamui, placing the bottle back on the table.

Kamui propped himself up on his elbows to obey, but stopped himself, suddenly feeling natural nervousness creep into his thoughts.

Fuuma smiled softly. “I won’t hurt you, Kamui, I promise.”

Kamui nodded minutely and turned over, lying on his stomach with his head resting on his folded arms, waiting. He didn’t have to wait long when a single oil-coated digit pressed up against his tight opening and pushed slowly inside. He gasped and arched up.

“Lie still,” Fuuma whispered from behind. “It may hurt worse if you’re moving around like that.”

Kamui groaned as the finger pushed deeper and settled down as much as he could. It felt so…different. His muscles were being stretched in a way they never were before, and the sensation of fullness increased as another finger was added. He moaned and shivered, occasionally bucking up as the fingers began a steady, thrusting motion.

“Fuuma!” he choked as a third finger slipped in, joining the first two. The thrusting continued, getting slightly deeper and deeper with each pass, when they suddenly hit a sweet spot deep inside him that made him jump and cry out. He heard Fuuma make a growling-purring noise, and he drew back and thrust back in, hitting that spot harder. Kamui screamed. “Fuuma! Onegai! I…I need…I need you! N-now!”

Fuuma withdrew his fingers and used the rest of the baby oil in the palm of his other hand to slick his manhood. He reached down and pulled Kamui into a kneeling position, encircling his slender waist with his arms, his chest to his back.

Kamui shivered briefly and violently as he felt the tip of Fuuma’s manhood press up against his virgin opening, reading to enter and enter deeply. “Warm,” he murmured as Fuuma’s wings wrapped around him, encasing him in softness. “Now, Fuuma…onegai…”

“Mm,” Fuuma replied, then slowly began pushing forward into Kamui’s tight entrance. Kamui gasped and squirmed and shuddered as he was slowly and steadily penetrated. He had felt stretched before as Fuuma prepared him, but he felt ready to burst now. He didn’t know what he had expected, but it had never been something so long, so hot, so thick invading his willowy body.

“Ungh…Fuuma,” he purred as Fuuma pushed the last bit of himself inside him.

“Daijoubu?” Fuuma whispered, nibbling at his perfectly shaped ear. “Am I hurting you?”

“Iie,” Kamui breathed, turning his head to capture Fuuma’s lips in a deep kiss, sending the rest of the thought directly into his lover’s mind. It hurts a little, but it’s nothing.

Fuuma moved his lips from Kamui’s mouth to his neck, then pulled back and plunged back in, earning a cry from Kamui. He pulled back a second time, thrusting in again. Kamui squirmed and moaned again, clearly not in any substantial pain. Fuuma purred his satisfaction and began a steady, but slow, rhythm, fast enough to arouse, but not near fast enough to complete.

“Fuuma,” Kamui gasped out. “Faster…faster, Fuuma…ohhhh…so good…so good…”

Fuuma suddenly thrust in violently, hitting Kamui’s sweet spot, making him scream. He pulled back and thrust in again, deeply, possessively. “You are mine,” Fuuma gasped, his own breathing getting labored, running his hands over Kamui’s front, twisting lightly at his nipples. Kamui’s hands had come up above his shoulders, grasping Fuuma’s head, the fingers tangling in his hair. Fuuma placed his hand on Kamui’s cheek, turning his head so he could capture those soft, beautiful lips again, sliding his tongue in and out in time with his rocking hips. Kamui moaned against his mouth, sucking on his tongue, tears of ecstasy slipping down his face. He broke off the kiss and screamed as Fuuma suddenly reached down and took hold of his arousal.

Fuuma’s wings were stretched out behind him, quivering in his own pleasure. He pumped his moist, sweaty palm over Kamui’s straining erection hard, increasing the intensity of his thrusts along with it, licking and kissing Kamui’s hot skin, his other hand playing almost feverishly with Kamui’s right nipple.

Kamui sudden stiffened and let out a high, thin wail. His seed shot out of his twitching, throbbing manhood, coating Fuuma’s hand and dripping down to the sheets of the bed. Fuuma, almost immediately after, gave one last fierce shove into Kamui and released, biting down hard on Kamui’s shoulder, stifling his own scream as he filled his young lover with his thick, hot semen.

He pulled out of Kamui’s slack body, laying him gently on the bed, settling beside him. He raised his hand and licked at his coated fingers, savoring the taste. He watched Kamui watch him with sleepy fascination, and slipped his fingers into Kamui’s mouth. “Taste good?” he murmured.

Kamui nodded faintly, sucking his own essence off of Fuuma’s fingers. He let himself be gathered into Fuuma’s strong, sure arms, and lay quietly, slowly becoming aware of a pain growing deep inside of him, as if his body had been numb and was just now regaining sensation.

It started in his exact center, slightly below the diaphragm, and spread slowly outward. It was dull at first, but grew into a throbbing, then stabbing, pain, and it felt not unlike the many times he was injured during his fight with the Chi no Ryuu happening all at once. His breath was quick and shallow, then he began trembling, then digging his fingernails (and, once or twice, his teeth) into Fuuma’s shoulders, then whimpering aloud, then outright crying. Once again, his face was wet with tears flowing without reserve down his cheeks, and he was nearly blind with the tears and the pain.

“Gomen nasai, Kamui!” Fuuma whispered into his love’s ear, gently stroking his back and shoulders, as if to soothe away the pain. He was obviously badly upset, which his own tears made testimony to. His voice was shaking, and his breath halted. “I would put you out of your pain if I could, but angels cannot kill without a direct order from God, unless dealing with demons! Gomen! Gomen nasai!”

“Iie,” Kamui replied, his voice strained. “I wanted this. I asked for this. I will endure this. I will endure anything to be with you, Fuuma. Anything.” He buried his face in Fuuma’s shoulder, stifling his cries, and said no more.

It continued for nearly three hours. The fiery power of an angel was too much even for his psychically reinforced body to handle, and it was slowly and painfully shutting down. For about the last third of those three hours, even his crying had stopped, and he just lay there, quivering in his lover’s arms. Finally, as Fuuma was wondering if Kamui could possibly suffer any more, he painstakingly raised his head to look into Fuuma’s eyes. His own eyes were half-closed, a glazed look dominating them.

“Fuuma,” he said almost silently, “ai shiteru yo.” Then, he lay completely still.

He was dead.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Kamui-chan! Are you finally awake?”

Kamui started when that high, cheerful voice broke through his unconsciousness. He lay there for a minute, then finally opened his eyes. He found himself staring straight into a pair he thought he’d never see again.

“Kotori!” he exclaimed, and sat up. He realized that he had been lying with his head in her lap. They were in the middle of a beautiful meadow, and he could hear birds chirping and wind whispering through tree branches.

“Hai!” the pretty blonde girl replied, smiling. “Hisashiburi yo, Kamui-chan!”

“Kotori insisted on watching over you until you woke up,” another voice said from behind them both. “She was so happy that you had come to join us.” Fuuma sat a few paces away, dressed in normal street clothes, like he wore when he was alive.

“Fuuma!” Kamui said, surprised. “You…I mean, we…are dressed normal!” He felt a little relief he apparently didn’t have to wear one of those angel robes all the time. They were beautiful garments, but they looked like they were capable of impeding movement.

“Of course,” Fuuma replied. “Angels only wear those robes they’re known for when they appear on Earth. We do need a little variety in our clothing, I hope you realize. Besides, we kinda have a reputation to uphold with the humans, so we appear with a little bit of gratuitous flashiness when we appear to them.”

Kamui said nothing to this, but he did notice that not only Fuuma and Kotori had wings—not as shiny or flashy as when Fuuma came to him, but still beautiful—but he did as well. “Is this Heaven?”

“Hai,” Kotori said. “I’m so happy you’re here, Kamui! You don’t have to worry about any of your troubles anymore! Oh! And, you can see your mother! I bet she’s heading over to see you right now!”

Kamui’s eyes lit up. Besides Fuuma and Kotori, she was the most important person in his life. He had been deeply depressed after she died, and immediately perked up at the thought of seeing her again.

“Oh, Kamui!” Kotori said, changing the subject. “I’m so happy you and Oniichan have found happiness in each other! You look so kawaii together as a couple!”

Both Kamui and Fuuma were surprised. They had both thought Kotori was in love with Kamui, and wouldn’t be happy that Kamui had chosen her brother as a mate. Apparently, they were wrong.

“I guess, since you two are together, I should call you Kamui-oniichan now, ne?” Kotori continued.

“Ano…hai, Kotori-chan,” Kamui said. “If you want to.” Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, he thought to himself, referring to Kotori’s admitted happy acceptance of her brother and her best friend being lovers.

“I see your mother, Kamui,” Fuuma said, looking off to their right. “And, it looks like a bunch of the Ryuu from both sides are coming, too. By the way, they’d know to look for you here, even if they couldn’t sense your presence. I guess this could be referred to as one of the reception areas of Heaven. The one we’re in is empty except for us right now.”

Kotori got to her feet and pulled Kamui up with her. “Come on! Your mother wants to see you very much, and you should meet some of the Chi no Ryuu now that they’re not all caught up in destroying humanity. I think you’ll like a lot of them very much.” She took his hand and began walking with him toward the approaching angels. Fuuma walked beside him.

“The Chi no Ryuu have all been cleansed of their desire for destruction,” he explained. “And, Nataku isn’t just an emotionless, sexless humanoid now. It turned out to have a man’s soul, and his emotions were locked up in some way by that unisex body. But, once he died, he’s just like anyone else. You should meet him. He’s really…interesting to talk to. You’ll understand that when you do talk to him.”

“Let’s run!” Kotori said suddenly. “It’s been so long since we’ve all run together! I want to feel like we did when we were kids again.” And, before Kamui or Fuuma could reply, she took off, taking Kamui with her, as she still had a hold of his hand. He looked back to Fuuma, who hadn’t started running yet, with a look of, “Are you coming?”

Fuuma stopped and watched for a second or two before he ran after them, and started chuckling as Kamui stumbled on a rock and almost brought both himself and Kotori down to the ground. Ai shiteru yo, Kamui. Welcome to Paradise.

Owari

Author’s Notes: There. It’s done. It took me three days to write this, which is odd, seeing as I’m able to type out an entire fic/chapter in two days at the most. School and work kinda got in the way of this one. I’m just glad I didn’t have to worry about Christmas shopping, too, since I got it all done the Saturday after Thanksgiving (lucky me, ne?). Oh, and by the way, I know Kamui’s eyes are gold in the anime, and I’m not sure of what color Fuuma’s are, but I’m going with their eye colors from the manga art. Anyway, how was the story? Did I write the lemon part well? Did I make the reason for Kamui dying plausible? Did I not do a good job in making Kotori happy about the FxK relationship (in other words, did I do a shoddy job of explaining it, seeing as it’s quite strongly implied that Kamui loves Kotori very much in the movie, manga, and TV series?)? Please let me know what you think of it—no flames, please—either in a review or at mangareader@hotmail.com, onegai shimasu!

The American comic book Kamui quoted to himself was ElfQuest, by Wendy and Richard Pini, which I believe has been translated into many of the world’s languages, including Japanese. ElfQuest doesn’t belong to me any more than X does.
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