Sorry.

Title: Sorry.
Warnings: Uhm…look at the rating and pairngs. Really that’s the warnings you get! Ah! There is a slight angst factor (sorry!)
Spoilers: Events from Vol 11 and 12 of the manga are mentioned!
Word count: 3453
Summary: “Promise me,” Keiichi buries his face into Kamui’s neck, not wanting to see the boy’s face, “that tomorrow you’ll be back to your smiling self again. I love that person more then any other.”
A/N: Sorry the beginning came out so…sad at first. *bows* My muse kinda took over and made it start out that way. Prompt was: X/1999, Keiichi Segawa/Kamui Shirou - gentle sex - movie nights and popcorn

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“I’m sorry.” Brown hair blocks Kamui’s eyes as he keeps his head down, unable to look at his friend.

It is the first time in a very long time that Keiichi can ever remember being struck silent as he stares at the boy before him. Silently he can only wonder what had brought this up so suddenly. Blinking he tosses a quick, fleeting glance at the DVD case in his hand before looking at the bowl of popcorn on the table. Everything looked normal, just like every other Friday night.

Keiichi crosses the spacious living room, pausing long enough to place the empty case on the small coffee table. Carefully he kneels on the carpet, a safe distance away from the other boy, trying to keep his movements slow and careful (as if he were approaching an abused dog).

“Kamui,” he whispers, his voice just as soft as his movements. “What are you sorry for?” Keiichi wants to do nothing more then run over to the boy, ruffle his hair and blow off the statement; and he would have, had it not been for Kamui’s unusually tight stance.

Brown hair sways as the dragon stares at his clenched hands. He wants to tell how he is sorry for not being able to stop the earthquake that killed Keiichi’s mother. Kamui wants to beg for forgiveness (he wants to fall to his knees, head pressed into the soft, plush carpet and just beg for hours).

Instead he forces some control onto himself, forces himself to stay in the couch and just stare at his hands. “Nothing. I’m just sorry.”

‘Please just forgive me,’ Kamui begs silently, as he stares at his feet, unable to move. Even when he hears cloth rustling Kamui still refuses to look up, his eyes drilling holes into the floor.

Keiichi slowly walks towards the boy, his steps careful and slow, before sidestepping him artfully avoiding Kamui’s legs. Instead he sits carefully onto the couch, making sure to not startle the boy, as he stares at the hunched back beside him. He has learned a while ago that the teen’s mood could swing as easily as an abused animal’s, and through the times they spent together he has learned just how to make Kamui feel better.

“Yeah,” Keiichi smiles as he sets his hand on Kamui’s shoulders. Carefully he pulls the boy closer until Kamui’s lying haphazardly, his head nestled on Keiichi’s stomach. “I forgive you. I know you didn’t mean to.”

Part of him wants to ask just what he’s forgiving but he lets it slide away (disappear into the air to never be mentioned again) as he reaches for the remote. Leaning back, careful to not jar Kamui too much in the process, Keiichi presses the play button to the player. The blue screen jumps to life as the movie for the night starts up.

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Fingers ghost the pale, porcelain skin as Keiichi stares at the movie, though his mind is no where near the action on the screen. Absentmindedly he traces a thin, hairline scar on Kamui’s arm and wonders yet again just where it came from. He wants to ask, force the other teen to explain why his body is littered with such small scars. But something keeps him from voicing his question.

Instead he stays silent as his fingers trace the light (almost transparent) scars. His mind can come up with numerous answers from the most likely (a car accident that the teen rather not talk about) to the most abnormal (a bondage act gone horrible wrong).

Fingers draw along the thin line, twisting and turning perfectly with the line; he no longer needs to look at the scars to know their criss-crossed pattern. His fingers have long since memorized their locations.

Shivering Kamui arches into the touches, his head burying deeper into his friend’s shirt. If he closes his eyes and breaths deeply the dragon is certain that he can still smell his mother’s Korean Barbeque (though he knows that is impossible).

Fingers slip from Kamui’s arm, before reappearing in the soft brown tresses. Long fingers slowly card their way through the soft strands, their touches soothing the boy as he lets his eyes droop slightly.

A content sigh falls from his lips as Kamui turns towards the touches (arching his head towards them much like a newborn kitten). Lips brush against the soft fabric of Keiichi’s shirt, and before he can stop himself, Kamui is planting soft kisses to the other boy’s stomach through the fabric. His lips barely make contact, the fabric moving teasingly against the flat stomach (making Keiichi shiver).

Fingers twist in the brown strands, twisting and tangling in the soft hair before moving away. They reappear again on the boy’s arm and silently Keiichi tugs at his friend; a smile making its way to his face as Kamui silently complies to the tugs.

The movie is completely forgotten as Kamui shifts his position until he is sitting in Keiichi’s lap. Amber eyes refuse to look up at his friend, as he stays focused on the back of the couch (the beautiful deep crimson cushions). Even at the gentle touches Kamui refuses to look up. It just hurts him too much to stare at Keiichi’s face; to see proof of pain that he inflicts, just because he cannot create a barrier.

Leaning forward Keiichi presses a soft, chaste kiss to Kamui’s forehead. Startled Kamui looks up, eyes widening as he watches his friend smile brightly (much too brightly for him), his hand stroking Kamui’s cheek.

“What’s wrong tonight Kamui?” Keiichi whispers as he leans forward again. Lips brush against Kamui’s in a chaste kiss. “Please tell me. I want to know.”

Golden eyes flutter shut as Kamui shakes his head, no he cannot tell him. Instead a hand presses on the back of Keiichi’s head, bringing the other boy into a deeper kiss. An action that he is more then happy to comply with.

Hands slide along Kamui’s hips as fingers scratch at the worn jeans, before hooking around belt loops. Carefully Keiichi leans back, smiling as he feels Kamui move with him refusing to break the kiss, until he is lying back on the couch (his hips sliding away from the back until he is partially reclined).

Rolling his hips up Keiichi cannot help but smile as he watches Kamui break away from the kiss to cry out brokenly at the contact. Brown hair veils the boy’s golden eyes, hiding them from view, as he gasps to catch his breath. Already a light blush is covering his cheeks.

Hands slide away from Keiichi’s hair as the boy scratches at the plain tee shirt, tugging and scrunching the fabric, fingers desperately trying to feel the skin underneath. He needs this.

Leaning forward, Keiichi helps his friend tug off the offending fabric, tossing it onto the floor. Hands tangle in soft strands as he pulls Kamui into another deep kiss, his tongue tracing the boy’s lower lip before slipping in to trace the mouth he loves so much.

Fingers caress and tug at Kamui’s black shirt and he breaks the kiss long enough to tug off his shirt, adding it to the floor before bending back down for another deep kiss.

Fingers roam along the sculpted chest, tracing light scars as Keiichi rolls his hips again. Shakily he breaks the kiss, panting for air as he rests his head on Kamui’s forehead.

“Hey,” he whispers to the other boy, watching how Kamui shudders as warm air flutters across his face. “We should go upstairs. I really rather not be caught here.” It would include some rather embarrassing explaining (especially if Sorata happened to walk on in).

Seeming to sense of exactly who Keiichi was thinking about, Kamui shivers before nodding to agree. Yes defiantly much better to head upstairs to finish. Shakily he stands, a hand out for Keiichi before slowly walking towards the long stairway.

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Arms wrap around his body, tugging him back into a firm body as lips slide and teeth nip at Kamui’s neck as they slowly start towards the bedroom (occasionally banging into a wall that is in their way). Stumbling the two slowly walk towards the bed, pausing only long enough for Keiichi to kick the door shut. A foot wraps around Kamui’s ankle and with a surprised yelp he falls face first into the blankets, coughing as he feels another body slam atop him (Keiichi had to stop eating so much).

Carefully (as he tries to not squish the boy a second time) Keiichi raises up before kneeling beside the boy he loves. Tender hands roll the boy over, smiling as he bends down for another kiss. Each kiss that passes between the two of them becomes more passionate, conveys more of the feelings they have.

Breaking away again, Keiichi rests his forehead against the other boy’s watching as golden eyes flutter shut, the pale blush still gracing Kamui‘s cheeks (and though he would never admit it, the blush just added to Kamui’s appeal). A thumb ghosts the boy’s cheek, following the flush, before following the shell of the boy’s ear.

Kamui gasps for air as he reaches up, hands sliding along the smooth back of his friend. Keiichi chuckles at how innocent the other boy looks (though he knows he would die if he ever voiced it.) Fingers brush through the brown strands, that he loves so much, before leaning down to lick along Kamui’s collarbone. Carefully he kisses the old, hairline scars (his lips touching each and every one with butterfly light kisses) as fingers slide along Kamui’s muscular arms resting on his shoulders.

Arms wrap around Keiichi’s neck, fingers twisting and curling the boy’s hair as legs wrap around the teen’s waist. Slowly Kamui thrusts up, his head falling into the blankets as he cries out at the contact.

‘He’s so impatient tonight,’ Keiichi smirks as he lowers his head to the porcelain skin. Gently he nips at the boy’s neck before sucking harshly. Kamui would have a mark the next morning, something to remind him of this night.

“Kamui,” Keiichi whispers as he detangles arms and legs from him, another chuckle escaping as he listens to the other boy’s whimpers. “Promise me,” Keiichi buries his face into Kamui’s neck, not wanting to see the boy’s face (of the hurt and guilt that will wash through his golden eyes at the next words), “that tomorrow you’ll be back to your smiling self again. I love that person more then any other.”

Golden eyes widen as Kamui listens to his friend’s words, guilt and sadness flood him as he carefully reaches down, fingers carding through Keiichi’s hair. He can feel the other tremble lightly, feel how erratic the boy’s breath is as he waits for a promise (or perhaps even a slap at this point). Slowly Kamui feels the guilt and sadness leave his body, fluttering away from him and slithering further and further away until only unfiltered love is left to pulse through him (he really does love him, otherwise it would never hurt this much to see him down).

“I promise,” Kamui whispers as a small smile starts to poke through.

A tongue darts out to wet dry lips before he cups Keiichi’s chin, tilting the boy’s face just right to press a chaste kiss. Gasping the other wraps his arms around Kamui, deepening the kiss as he rolls both of them over until Kamui is lying on top.

Carefully Kamui sits up, knees pressing into the mattress as he raises himself slightly- enough to shakily unbutton his jeans before tugging the zipper down (and Kamui swears that the sound echoes in the room) and kicking off his jeans. Boxers soon join the discarded pants as Kamui works quickly to disrobe.

Then he carefully turns his attentions to the gasping boy lying on the bed- who is currently the definition of sex appeal- as he lies on the bed, a hand lying over his forehead and the other slowly, languidly brushing along his chest. Watching from above, Kamui swears it is almost too much for him as fingers shakily tug at the button (and after several failed attempts is able to unfasten the button) before quickly tugging the zipper and shedding the boy of the rest of his clothes (he cannot wait any longer).

Keiichi reaches up, cupping Kamui’s head as he pulls the boy back down for another kiss. Soon Kamui is rubbing and moaning into the kiss as his body slides along his friend’s. Shakily he breaks from the kiss, trailing down the boy’s cheek and to his neck. Teeth nip and scrape along the smooth flesh as he slowly crawls down Keiichi’s body.

Fingers circle around the boy’s nipples, before rubbing and rolling them as he nips at the hollow at the boy’s throat. Keiichi arches from under him as nails scratch at down Kamui’s back, rounding around the teen’s butt. Gripping it pushes the boy’s hips down, forcing their erections to rub. Kamui breaks away, his back arching as he gasps for air.

Carefully Keiichi rolls them around (smiling as he watches the other boy blink while trying to gather his bearings again) before settling between his legs. He cannot wait any longer, Kamui is just too delicious, too beautiful to wait any longer. Leaning down he kisses at the boy’s navel, lips teasingly moving along his pale skin before slowly sliding down.

A broken cry fills the room as Kamui feels a moist heat surround his erection. Crying out he sits up, as his arms cradle his lover’s head, fingers tangling in his hair. Heels plant into the mattress as his hips shake (and it takes all of his effort to not thrust into the boy‘s mouth).

Keiichi ignores the movement above, only sliding a hand along the boy’s body before stopping on his chest to push him back onto the bed (though he really does not care if it is not heeded), as he focuses on controlling his gag reflex. Slowly he slides down, taking in as much as he can before sliding back up, cheeks hollowing out as he sucked. His free hand (that was still not trying to gently push Kamui back onto the mattress) wraps around what he could not fit into his mouth. Bobbing his head Keiichi looks up, through his lashes, at the boy who has fallen half back onto the mattress. And it takes everything in Keiichi’s will power to not flip the boy over and take him right then and there.

Kamui is currently trying to keep from thrusting into the delicious mouth (the unbelievably delicious mouth) as he twists around. Swallowing he falls back, eyes clenched tightly (it is too much for him to watch Keiichi) as he fists the blankets under him. Knuckles turn ghost white as he cries out, his body heating up. He feels the fire rush through his body and knows that he is close.

Oh so close!

Pulling away- with a wet plop- Keiichi sits up between Kamui’s legs, as he watches the boy slowly come back down to earth, a whimper falling from his mouth as he realizes that the mouth was gone.

“Please,” Kamui whimpers as he covers his eyes with a hand, “please more!”

“Alright. Since you asked so nicely,” leaning over the kisses Kamui’s sweaty forehead as he reaches into the bedside drawer for lotion. Truthfully Keiichi knows he cannot wait any longer, even if Kamui somehow could.

Snapping open the bottle he quickly coats his fingers (almost missing entirely and covering the bed) before carefully slipping a finger in. Leaning down- as he trusts and turns his finger- Keiichi plants feather light kisses every where he can reach.

Kamui arches as he feels kisses rain down on his thighs, stomach and chest. Never the lips staying long enough to be anything more then a teasing light touch (a touch that leaves his sensitive body arching and begging for more).

Carefully a second finger is added and Kamui cries out as he feels himself being stretched more. Moaning he presses his head into the mattress, trying hard to keep his body relaxed. He knows that it will hurt less if he can keep calm (even if it was easier said then done).

Keiichi slowly thrusts his fingers, scissoring them as he stretches the boy before adding a third finger. Kamui cries out as pain springs forward at the stretching. Leaning over the panting boy, Keiichi latches onto Kamui’s neck as he sucks and nips while trying to distract him. His free hand wraps around Kamui’s erection as he pumps slowly (just enough to tease the boy).

Slowly he thrusts the fingers while scissoring them- trying his hardest to stretch the boy out enough. Carefully he slides his fingers in, testing and searching for that spot that he knows will have Kamui melt.

“OH GOD!” Kamui cries out as he feels fingers slam into the bundle of nerves. Shakily he thrusts his hips, fingers tangling into the blankets under him as he gasps and moans.

Smirking against Kamui’s neck, Keiichi pulls his fingers back only to thrust them back towards that special spot. Pulling back he sits on his legs, and watches as Kamui arches and writhes as his special spot is hit repeatedly.

Pulling out his fingers (and Keiichi can only chuckle as he listens to the boy’s disappointed mutterings- he swears he hears Kamui call him several names in the mutterings) he carefully lubes himself, before positioning himself. Leaning down Keiichi carefully presses a chaste kiss against Kamui’s parted lips as he pushes in.

A sharp intake of breath, almost bordering on a hiss, is his only indication of pain as Kamui arches his back into the other boy (trying to get him in as deeply as possible) while wrapping legs around the muscular hips.

Shakily he tries to kiss his lover back as he wraps his arms around Keiichi’s shoulders. He pulls only far enough away from the kiss to gasp for air. “Move,” he whispers as he thrusts his hips to emphasize just what he wants.

That is all Keiichi needs as he slowly pulls out before pushing back in just as slowly. He starts a slow pace, keeping it soft and gentle as he showers kisses upon the Kamui. Teeth slide along Kamui’s neck- following the boy’s pulse points- as the boy cries out his cheek pressed against the soft blankets under him (as he tries desperately to give Keiichi as much of his body as he can). Fingers dig into Keiichi’s back as he tugs his friend down, hips thrusting up to meet with each gentle thrust.

Suddenly, the world shifts as Kamui finds himself on top (and he only wonders just how Keiichi was able to move them so easily). Carefully Kamui presses his hands on the other boy’s chest as raises himself before sliding back down. Hands grip his hips- helping Kamui’s movements- as Kamui slowly starts to move. Feet plant into the mattress and Keiichi thrusts his hips up, matching the pace perfectly. A hand slowly slides along Kamui’s smooth hips to grasp the neglected erection. As he feels a hand close around his erection Kamui arches, a whimpering cry falling from his mouth (and part of him wonders why they moved to the bedroom- if anyone was around they would be able to hear).

Leaning down, Kamui captures the lips that he loves so much in a deep kiss as he feels his end quickly approaching. With a broken cry of Keiichi’s name, Kamui arches as he comes into Keiichi’s hand. Keiichi follows soon after (the tightened passage just becoming too much for him) as he hugs his lover tight to him, his body shuddering as he comes deep within, a moan falling from his lips.

“Mmm,” Kamui tries to make his mind work as he presses his head against the chest under him. He can feel the boy’s heart flutter against his chest (and he is certain that Keiichi can feel his too).

“Maybe we should get a shower,” Keiichi supplies, knowing that Kamui would otherwise spend the entire night just like that, lying atop him, sticky and dirty until morning.

Shakily Kamui nods while trying to push himself up and off of his lover. Keiichi can only chuckle as he follows the boy into the spacious bathroom before pressing against his lover. Arms wrapping around Kamui’s thin body, lips pressing against his collarbone. Smiling Kamui turns as he wraps his arms around Keiichi’s neck.

Somehow he knew this was going to be a long shower.