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Disclaimer: Samurai Deeper Kyo and the
characters portrayed in here are the property of Akimine Kamijyo. No copyright
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Notes: Since the translations are released
very slowly only, this story is based on the anime. Spoilers for the whole
anime, especially the last episode

Battlefields

by
Kadira (May 2005)

Being
with Kyo in the same room is as awkward as it is comforting, the latter in a
very strange way. The situation is a joke of fate, which would even be
entertaining had it happened to anybody but himself. Kyoshiro is just grateful
that at least both of them are in their own body again. It would have been even
more unnerving if the confrontation had been while they still shared one. As it
is, he can almost explain away the strange familiarity with the illusion that
the other is just a brother or some other close relative. Just almost, because part of him can't
forget that he is facing himself here.

The
art of forgetting, which Kyoshiro has perfected during the last four years,
doesn't work here anymore. It's almost impossible to ignore something that is
part of yourself when that part is standing right in front of you, even more
when you have tried so hard to dispose of it for most of your life.

As
long as they have shared a body, their contact had been limited to mental power
games. This here is different, though. Yet, he knows that Yuya and the others
are right. They need to come to some kind of closure before they can move
forward, something they both have successfully avoided since they parted again,
at least in flesh.

Kyo
is standing near the outside door, his back to Kyoshiro, staring into the
darkness. "You know what we have to do," he says, sounding almost
bored, then slowly turns around. He regards Kyoshiro with a gleaming gaze that
would have unsettled most other people. "It seems I will get my return
bout after all."

Kyoshiro
nods and tries to ignore the uneasy feeling in his stomach. He had known that
it would come to this; they both did. The situation now wasn't acceptable, for
neither of them. Because in the end they are one, something that has become
painfully obvious with every passing day.

Silence
falls between them as they regard each other. The atmosphere is strange, at
least, highly charged at best and very uncomfortable at worst. Yet, Kyoshiro
can't do anything against it. He feels himself helpless in the tension that
seems to hover over everything and makes it difficult to even form a coherent
thought.

But
what is there to talk between them anyway? They are one. There are no secrets between
them, certainly not anymore after the last few weeks, nothing to discover and
nothing at all for them to build on. They just are. Two entities that shouldn't
have been separated. The knowledge that Kyo hates him doesn't help much either.
Being hated by yourself only adds to the bizarre and unpleasant atmosphere. As
does the fact that they are, for the first time, alone together. None of the
others are around as buffers, nor are they busy with something else -- like
fighting for their life or for the sake of history and humanity.

The
red eyes pierce into him in a very uncomfortable, intimate way. The feeling is
ridiculous after what they shared during the last years, Kyoshiro knows,
especially when one considers the reason for their being here, yet he can't
help it. The situation isn't rational to start with, so nobody can expect
rational thinking of him. Yet, Kyoshiro has to withstand the temptation to
squirm or, even better, to just turn around and leave the room.

"Why
did you hate this part of yourself so much?" Kyo suddenly breaks the
silence, startling him, not only with the sudden interruption in his thoughts,
but also with his choice of words, making it obvious that Kyoshiro at least
isn't the only one affected after all.

For a
moment, he thinks, tries to find the right words. Not for Kyo's benefit, but
for his own. Then: "I didn't. It was just a choice I made."

"Just
a choice, hm?"

Something
is very wrong with the picture. It defines 'going into yourself to think'
completely new. "Why didn't you stay at the castle to fulfill your
duty?"

"That
would have been very easy for you, wouldn't it? You would have had
everything," Kyo says and while there's no malice in his voice, Kyoshiro
flinches inwardly. He knows that Kyo is right. But at that time the solution
had been perfect.

"You
could have been the Red King. More power than anybody else could even imagine
would have been yours."

"You
know why I didn't do it. After all, what I am, my nature, is courtesy of
you," Kyo just says. No more words or explanations are necessary either.
Kyoshiro knows very well just why Kyo couldn't have stayed. Dependency and
being imprisoned, no matter how comfortable the cage and the benefits, clashed
with the part Kyoshiro decided to part with for the sake of regaining his own
life and still being loyal to the clan. A free spirit and not an animal that
could be caged. It was who he had been at that time and he had willingly thrown
it away for the love of one woman, to make her happy.

The
worst is, he now knows that it hasn't been worth it. Not because of Sakuya, she
had been worth that and much more, but because of the way it turned out. Not
only had Kyo lived up to his name and the reputation Kyoshiro has earned before
in Demon Eyes Kyo's name, but part of himself had been missing. With every
day that passed, the painful incompleteness in him had become more obvious.
Even more so once Sakuya had realized that she loved both of them, that
Kyoshiro and Kyo belonged together after all and that she wanted them both. Of
course, by then it had been far too late. The next time he had met Kyo the
drama had completely unfolded and history changed in unimaginable ways.

Instead
of becoming one again, they'd remained two different personalities, sharing one
body. Sometimes Kyo was more awake than at others, but he was always there,
fighting for a way out until Kyo had regained his strength and Kyoshiro found
himself imprisoned in his own body, unable to do anything but to observe and
watch and to hope for the best.

He
doesn't know what would have been best, though. Not even now that they are both
here, facing each other. "And that is it." The last act that would
finally bring an end to everything, no matter how it would turn out, no matter
who would end up being the strongest after all. Not that it mattered. Just that
the pieces were brought together once again was important.

"You
don't sound very pleased. Or is it that you're afraid that you will lose
against me after all? That I turn out the strongest?" Kyo says, making him
realize that he must have spoken aloud, at least part of it.

Kyoshiro
snorts. "You wish. I won once against you already; don't forget it."

"Only
with the help of your friends. This time they won't be there to stop me."

"I
don't need any help for that," Kyoshiro says, glaring, which just gains
him a smirk from his opponent. "If you want, I can show it to you right
here!" Has he been that annoying in the past? Or is it a trait Kyo took
on, just as he had developed emotions?

"As
much as I look forward to that, not quite yet. There's one thing I want to do
first."

Suspiciously,
Kyoshiro looks at Kyo, waiting for him to continue while preparing himself for
everything.

"I
want you."

...
or so he thought. That certainly is not something he had expected.
"What?" It's about the only thing he can bring out and he's sure that
his expression must be just as intelligent as the one word question.

"I'm
sure you know what I mean. Of course, if you want for me to go into a detailed
explanation --"

"No!"
Kyoshiro says, forcefully.

"So?"
Kyo asks in a voice that strongly resembles a purr and makes him shiver.

"You
can't be serious about that. That's ... You're ... we are ...," he ends
helplessly in yet another splutter.

"Your
way with words is astonishing today," Kyo says, smirking, clearly amused
at Kyoshiro's stammering as well as his obvious discomfort.

"You
are a bastard!"

"You
should know about that. It is all thanks to you, after all."

"It's
a pity that I didn't give you a better sense of humor," Kyoshiro brings
out, his voice by far not as steady as it should be in this situation - or as
it needs to be when dealing with Kyo. "You can't seriously consider that.
We are --"

"One?"
Kyo finishes his statement. "Doesn't it make it even more
interesting?" And there he was, the predator of the battlefields whose
name alone caused men to quiver in fear. For the first time Kyoshiro can
understand them. Being the focus of Demon Eyes Kyo is not a comfortable sensation,
certainly not in this situation.

"But
... Yuya!" Not even Kyo can ignore that argument. He has feelings for her,
no matter if he admits it or not. Kyoshiro could feel it during the fight with
Hotaru, when Kyo had been weakened enough for him to show up. Before that as
well, though it became especially obvious when Akira had told them that he had
killed Yuya. Kyoshiro can still feel the almost inhuman rage that had coursed
through his body, radiating from Kyo, as well as his pain, both so strong that
he couldn't keep Kyo enclosed anymore and had to yield control to him once
more.

It
had taken him by surprise then. Though maybe it shouldn't. After all, it would
be logical for them to fall for the same type of girl. He just hadn't thought
Kyo capable of developing such strong emotions for anybody. In hate yes, but
not in love. Not for anything but fighting at least. One more point in which
the other proved him wrong.

Kyo
smirks. "Ah, but since she has feelings for both of us, it doesn't matter.
Not to her. But whom am I telling that? You know that as well as I do. Besides,
aren't you curious to find out just why she wants me? I want to know what she sees in
you," he ends, approaching him slowly but without hesitation. For every
step Kyo takes, Kyoshiro takes one back, until he feels the wall in his back.

Had
he really such a side in him? Or was it the gathering of extreme emotions in
Kyo again? "Stop it. That is madness. We can't do this," he tries
once more when Kyo comes to hold in front of him, his arms placed right and
left from Kyoshiro against the wall, cutting off any possible escape.

"Tell
me that you are not interested or curious, at least a bit, and I will stop
right here. We will just go out and do what we have to do. But it is the last
chance we have for this," Kyo says and there is an unsettling almost purr
in his voice, even as his face comes closer.

It's
wrong and Kyoshiro knows it. Yet, when Kyo's lips press against his own, he
can't feel any disgust, no matter how much he should, and even that thought is
forgotten when his mouth opens instinctively under the tongue licking over it.
He just reacts, and not only allows the intrusion but engages instinctively in
the battle of tongues.

"Just
as I thought," he hears Kyo saying, voice just a bit rougher than
normally. When Kyoshiro opens eyes he doesn't remember having closed, there's a
self-satisfied smile playing around Kyo's lips before he licks them in an
unmistakable gesture.

"Bastard!"
It's not only Kyoshiro's first thought, but also the only one he can put into
words. Without thinking, he grabs the other's hair and pulls him close once
more, pressing their mouths together and kissing him with such force that they
lose balance and stumble backwards, onto the ground. It doesn't stop him from
plundering Kyo's mouth as he drinks in any possible sound of surprise or pain,
and drowns in Kyo's taste while paying him back for his previous assault, not
holding back at all, determined not to lose.

Then,
once he begins to realize just what is happening here, he pulls back and
laughs. "Even something like this we manage to turn into a fight. No
wonder why the others avoid us."

Kyo
smirks. "That's who we are. Fighting is our life, no matter when, or why,
no matter against whom. Even against ourselves. It's just the way it is,"
he says, then, before Kyoshiro can even react, he feels himself flipped over
until he is lying on the ground with Kyo on top.

His
struggles are only half-hearted, mainly because he can't just give in to
anyone, but especially not to Kyo, not even when some part of his mind insists
that it doesn't feel as bad as it probably should. But even that ceases when he
finds his kimono opened and a hand on his skin, burning.

"Damn
you, Kyo," he whispers, but there's no hesitation in his movement as his
hands mirror Kyo's action and he moves beyond layers of clothes until he can
reach bare skin.

"I
am already damned. Just as much as you." And there's really nothing
Kyoshiro can say about or against it, because it is the truth. He has made sure
about that when he took that step years ago, has
damned himself and so both of them. In all aspects.

He
leans into Kyo's hands that touch him at exactly the right places, never too
much or too little pressure, and gives into the lips that are suddenly on his
bare skin, hot and demanding, finding exactly the right spots to drive him up
the wall. It's perfect. On all accounts.

Kyoshiro
refuses to think about the reason for that and instead just concentrates on
holding on and on returning the pleasure. It's, not so surprisingly, very easy.
Just doing the same he likes. But again it is nothing he cares to think about
further. Certainly not with the hot lips against his neck, slowly wandering
down, covering his body in kisses and bites.

Unable
to help himself, he arches up when Kyo's mouth is suddenly on his chest and
covers his right nipple, then groans when a hand wraps around his cock and
begins to stroke him, roughly, but nevertheless with just the right pressure,
exactly the way he likes it.

For
the moment at least, the knowledge that this couldn't be any more wrong is
pushed into the back of his mind, where it doesn't matter anymore. And this
time when lips press against his, he doesn't fight, but opens up. There's only
so much energy one can spend on fighting against oneself, before defeat has to
be acknowledged. He tried to fight against himself, more than once, and there
was never a clear victor.

A
no-win situation. For both of them. They were stuck with each other, no matter
what they tried. Fighting is their life, no matter if against others or, like
right now, against each other.

And
they haven't reached the end yet either. There would be one more fight. Not
because it is really necessary, they could probably go on living this way until
the end of days, but because of who they - he - are... is.

Kyoshiro
can feel a headache coming up. Why was that all so damn complicated?

Their
last battle would either end in another defeat or the ultimate victory. That
was a matter of definition. There was only one undeniable truth - things would finally
be put together again and the balance would be regained. But not now. For now
he doesn't want to fight anymore against this part of himself and so he shifts
slightly under the administration of his other self, lets himself enjoy the
defeat that tastes like battle and blood, but by far not as bitter as it
should.

It
rather feels like pieces that have been rattled about becoming one again, as
their erections rub together and their tongues meet. Making him feel complete
as the other's power washes over him and mingles with his own, in just the way
it should have been, hadn't he insisted on cutting it off.

He
groans as Kyo's mouth leaves him but sucks the two fingers more than willing
into his mouth, bathing in a taste that is so very familiar, while at the same
time completely different. Kyoshiro's hands entangle in the mass of red hair,
holding to it as if trying to prevent Kyo from leaving, or, seeing that the
other doesn't give any indication that he could want that, just to have
something to hold onto, as he lets himself fall further into the rather
pleasant peak of surrealism his life has turned into.

Kyoshiro
had thought his life and this situation couldn't get any stranger anymore after
the constant fights for dominance in and over his own body, or after having
conversations with a part of himself that wasn't himself anymore, or watching
his separated self grow and develop emotions he didn't think it - Kyo - capable of, or facing
himself on the battlefield.

He
has been wrong.

Kyoshiro
can't quite suppress a moan as he feels fingers pressing against his ass,
determined and swift, just like on the battleground, leaving no way out, making
it clear that the opponent has lost even before he realizes it. Kyoshiro
doesn't mind much being on the losing side for once, even if he still can't
stop himself from tensing at the sudden intrusion.

"Relax."
Kyoshiro follows the order without thinking, reassured by the voice that has
not only been constantly with him for the last months, but has been part of him
his whole life.

Unconsciously,
his legs spread as Kyo touches some place within him that sends waves of pure
pleasure through him, stronger than anything he has experienced before, or even
the smell of blood. It's almost too strong to be bearable, making Kyoshiro gasp
in surprise.

"You
have never done that before," Kyo says, chuckling softly. It's a
statement, not a question. Not that Kyoshiro could have answered him. Before he
can even recover from the surprised assault of his senses and his body and take
properly offense at the words or the laugh, the other's lips are on his, hard
and demanding. Kyo is not just kissing him, but devouring him, almost as if he
wants to suck him into himself, which would be a nice irony. The intimacy takes
his breath away and lets every retort Kyoshiro could have had in his mind
escape before it can even fully develop. "It gets only better. Trust
me."

Trust
him? Demon Eyes Kyo? Not so long ago, Kyoshiro's first reaction would have been
a clear "Never", but who is he supposed to trust if not himself? Or
his other self, as matters are. After all, wouldn't that mean that he doesn't
trust himself? Strictly seen, if one thought about it further. After all, Kyo
is him, or he is Kyo, or... He really doesn't want to think about it further.
Besides, it would be quite pointless to start now. Moreover, he is curious. And
achingly hard by now. Everything in him screams for more.

"Then
show it to me!" he says, not asking but demanding, while thrusting against
the hand that hovers over his erection, not quite touching, but radiating a
heat that promises everything. "If you're more than just big words, that
is," Kyoshiro adds with a grin that softens his words. Not that it would
be necessary between the two of them. After all, they are one and know each
other thoughts.

Kyo's
eyes narrow ever so slightly before he smirks. It would probably be very
unsettling for everybody else, but not here and now, not between them. This
isn't about a battle of life and death that needs to be won. That would come
later. This is just about them, their curiosity and an overwhelming lust that
needs to be satisfied, preferably now. Their last battle, the one that would decide
everything, could wait. "See, that is why you'll never win against me. You
constantly doubt yourself."

"Not
everyone can have so huge an ego," Kyoshiro counters, then draws in a
sharp breath as Kyo, eyes gleaming with something that could be seen as
amusement, lets his teeth scrap over his nipple.

"But
that is what makes me the best. Besides, the last time we faced each other you
weren't that different. Not even after your Katana was broken did you back
down. So don't lecture me about huge egos."

Kyoshiro
can barely suppress the sound that threatens to come out when teeth close
around his nipple. Not so hard that it causes actual pain, but too strong for
him to ignore it, and certainly strong enough to make his cock twitch. Quite
involuntarily, he arches up from the ground, trying to get more contact.
"Damn you! Do something already," he brings out, between gasps, his
hands still buried in the red hair. Then, when Kyo stops entirely, adds,
"Or are you so afraid of our fight that this is your pitiful attempt to
postpone the inevitable?" knowing very well each and every one of Kyo's
weak spots. If nothing else, an attack, even verbal, on his self-esteem, could
do the trick.

"I
was just giving you some more time before your death," Kyo says. "But
if you can't appreciate it ..."

Kyoshiro
gasps as the fingers in his ass are suddenly removed, causing him to experience
a distinct feeling of emptiness. He can't say he likes it. "Since I'm not
the one who is going to die, I don't need more time," he brings out
between clenched teeth, pulling at Kyo's hair until the other samurai is close
enough that he can feel his hot breath against his face. "And now do
finally something or I might start thinking that all I cut off from myself was
just a fraud, consisting of big words and hot air, nothing else!"

"That
would make dealing with me much easier, wouldn't it? But you only wish
so," Kyo says. A sudden, slightly unsettling glitter in the red eyes is
the only warning Kyoshiro gets. Before he can even think about a retort, the
other's hardness is pressing against his entrance, as hard and unyielding as
the owner is on the battlefield. Then, after what seems far too long Kyo
finally pushes into Kyoshiro. The sound that rises from his throat, which could
be a curse or a plea, never makes it out. Kyo's lips press on his own, drinking
every noise he could make, while plundering Kyoshiro's mouth skillfully, with
even more urgent determination than before. All Kyoshiro can do is hang on,
repaying Kyo back in kind, mirroring his action as the other starts to move
within him.

The
feeling is ... amazing, if Kyoshiro has to put it into words, when Kyo is
completely in him, filling Kyoshiro absolutely. Not just his body but also
completing his soul and his spirit. It is a feeling unlike anything he has
experienced before and not, as it probably should, in the slightest disgusting.
He wants more. Much more, of everything and not anymore just because of Yuya,
or out of curiosity, but because.

"Move
faster," he tells Kyo once he remembers how to form words, voice rough and
breathe ragged.

"Orders
from you? I don't think so," Kyo says before he, as if to emphasize his
point, stops moving almost entirely within Kyoshiro. "However, if you beg,
I might consider it."

"Asshole,"
Kyoshiro brings out between clenched teeth. So near the edge, but being denied
the ultimate goal. Has he always been such a bastard?

Kyo
grins. "As you wish," and very slowly withdraws.

"W...what
are you doing? Don't do that." Kyoshiro isn't even really aware of the
underlying tone of desperation that crept into his voice. All he can think of
is that he doesn't want it to stop.

"Then
beg me."

Kyoshiro
closes his eyes. For a moment, he is tempted to tell Kyo a lot of things, and
he probably would, if it wouldn't mean that then the sensations would stop.
Another thought that crosses his mind is to just turn the table, but he doesn't
really want that either. Not yet anyway, and not with the hardness within him,
being alive and making him feel complete. It doesn't leave him with many other
options.

His
hands wind once more in the red mass of hair and he pulls Kyo roughly down. The
slight wince, probably invisible to anyone but himself, fills him with a
certain satisfaction. "Move now. Please," he says, letting his
breath stroke over the other's face before he kisses Kyo roughly, then bites
his lips. Never mind that the plea has a cunning similarity to the previous
insult, but this is the best he can do. Kyoshiro hopes that it will be enough,
so that he won't be forced to take matters into his own hands.

"It
seems you just might have it in you after all," Kyo says, faked
thoughtfully, then licks over his lips as if cherishing the drop of blood that
has welled up where Kyoshiro bit him.

It is
a strangely appealing sight and Kyoshiro can't suppress the shudder that runs
through his body. "As you wish," Kyo says, this time with an even
broader grin than before. It's the only warning Kyoshiro gets before Kyo takes
up his movements again. He groans as Kyo pushes into him, then out again, far
more forcefully than before, yet at exactly the right speed, knowing exactly
what Kyoshiro, - they both -, want and need.

Kyoshiro's
legs wrap around Kyo, pulling him even closer, while his arms wind around his
neck. There's nothing disturbing anymore about the intimacy as he licks the
other's salty skin, before biting into the place where shoulder and neck join.
The strangled groan Kyo gives away sends a wave of lust through him.

Sweet
surrender and at the same time the ultimate victory, for both of them. That's
how it feels as their movements match each other's in strength and speed,
bringing them ever closer, pushing them ever further to the edge. "Kiss me," Kyoshiro demands,
tugging at the red hair, pulling Kyo's head down until their lips touch.

Instead
of a smart-ass answer, which Kyoshiro half expects, Kyo complies, ravishing
Kyoshiro until he becomes light-headed. But not even that is enough. Kyoshiro
wants, no, needs more. Wants to taste and feel Kyo completely, wants to drown in him for
the moment. Like a starving man he clings to his other self, needing the
closeness as much as the physical contact, not only to find relief but also to
feel complete again. That yearning is maybe even more urging than the rest, another
evidence that something has to happen and that soon. They belong together. This
just proves it once more.

His
hands clench in Kyo's hair as he meets each of his trusts with one of his own
and he can taste blood on his lips by the force of their kisses. He doesn't
know if it is his or Kyo's. He doesn't care much either, apart from the fact
that the metallic taste heightens his awareness even further and lets his lust
soar higher in the seemingly never ending spiral, which Kyoshiro wants as much
to end as he wants it to go on forever.

He
isn't sure if he should be grateful or not when he feels the end coming after
all. And then it doesn't matter. A rush of heat goes through his body. Kyo's
lips on his swallow the sounds that threaten to come out as the overpowering
lust finally forces its way out, flushing through his whole body, mingling with
both their powers on the way, before gathering in his lower body.

"Harder,"
he hears himself say and while the words must be lost in the other's mouth, Kyo
complies nevertheless. One, two more thrusts are all Kyoshiro needs before he
finds release and seemingly falls.

~ � ~
� ~ � ~

Slowly
and carefully he straightens his clothes, focusing for a moment just on that,
so that he's almost startled when he feels arms around him and hot breath
against his ear and neck. "I won't make it easy for you, you know."

Kyoshiro
laughs. "Of course not. I'd be disappointed if you did." He wouldn't
want it any other way, no matter the reason for what laid ahead of them and
that it just couldn't be avoided. It is who he is, after all. And so it is also
who Kyo is, no matter what just happened between them. If anything, it was just
another undeniable proof that they couldn't continue this way. He needed Kyo to
feel complete again. They belonged together and today the pieces that should
never have been separated would finally be brought together again. It is a
strangely comforting thought after he spent so much time fighting or ignoring
that part of himself.

"Where
are the others?" Kyoshiro asks.

Kyo
shrugs. Not that it is important. They wouldn't interfere. None of them. They
knew that it had to come to that at some point and Kyoshiro thinks that they
secretly wished for it to happen rather sooner than later with their constant
fights. He can't blame them. They couldn't and would never be able to understand
just why it was that way between Kyo and him.

Maybe
Yuya, but she is the last one he wants to get involved further into this. He's
sure that that is one of the few things the two of them agree on. It is also
the reason for his question. He doesn't care much for the reaction of the
others, but he doesn't want for Yuya to be present when the time comes. He knows that none of them want it.

Later
then, they would see how things developed, how Yuya would react, how they would
or could continue. But then it would be too late for any interference.

"Ready?"
Kyo asks, smirking, as he releases him and takes up his Muramasa.

"I've
never been more ready for something," Kyoshiro says, answering with a grin
of his own. It is the truth. The pieces would finally fall back into place. The
image that has been destroyed against all odds would be restored and become one
again. And so, feeling strangely at peace, he leaves the room and leads the way
on to their last battle.

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