Disclaimer: These are CLAMP's characters. No matter how much I'd like to say I had anything to do with what they did in my head, I can only blame their behavior here on the fact that CLAMP began as a hentai circle, and the dears still haven't lost their insinuating touch. I'm poor, don't sue.
Written By: C and Ari (on a bored spell, using Ari's work email addy. XD Naughty, no?)
TOKYO SUNRISE
Hidden from nearly all of Tokyo behind a reflection of the sunset on a high-rise apartment in the Shinjuku, a worried figure paces.
Regarding his nine year enemy, there are only a few situations that this shadow aloft amber skies doesn't now know how to handle - the worst of which, is when he feels the twinge of strong emotion. This, unfortunately, is one of those times. A few fingers reach up to smooth the aging bandages that cover his right eye.
There is no turning back now, I won't live to see the world die, Seishirou-san.
Very soon there will be an end to everything that has passed during the nine years of waiting that he has called life after Hokuto died. The dull, aching, colorless breathing - with only his heartbeat and a certain smile to remind him that he does still live. After tonight, even these things will be useless.
As the thought passes him, he feels a pang of longing that he isn't unaccustomed to. 'He' has matured somehow, after they had met at Ikebukuro. No longer the same cat-and-mouse chase, their games have long since deepened into a mental arena - and the young man has quickly found that even here he cannot really win. He never really could, but now... a pair of violet eyes that pierce his soul with the understanding they hold, draw him back to a time when the sweet air of Tokyo was still fit to sustain his breath.
He stubs his cigarette out in a cascade of orange sparks.
No, he doesn't fear for his life, but he fears now for Kamui's sanity even more than he had before. Truth be told, he isn't sure Kamui even has any left that he can spare.
Sighing, he crosses to the door and begins to put on his coat and boots. Not that he intends to try to talk to the Sakurazukamori if he finds him again, just... watch him maybe. Make sure that he isn't going to hurt anyone else.
Without a word, Subaru Sumeragi slips out the door and into the dusk.
* * *
It's difficult to find the hunter at the best of times, but nearly impossible when such a man doesn't want to be found.
Lacking any kind of magical marking on him such as Subaru possesses, he could easily slip off into the lights and color of Tokyo and never be found - but tonight he is not expecting to be followed. Especially not tracked by his ever-so-cautious prey; and as such does not bother to hide his whereabouts. Even so, it's the better part of the night - after seeking the faint sakura wind starts to seem as fruitless as it was for all those years after he left - before Subaru finally finds him.
At first, he sits in an expensive kissaten in the Ginza, calmly reading a magazine and sipping some kind of undoubtedly expensive coffee, looking every inch the respectable businessman who has finished work after a hard night of overtime. There's no way to get close to him without making his presence known, so for now there's nothing he can do.
Close to midnight, he leaves the coffee shop to haunt various alleys and rooftops that Subaru does not recognize. Perhaps these places mean something important to the enigma of the Sakurazukamori, but to Subaru, they mean nothing. He simply studies the skyline or the passersby, showing no more emotion than he would at home with a medical text resting in his lap - and his glasses steadied back onto the bridge of his nose with a finger.
As morning starts to show through the clouds - casting the city in the dark grey that comes before the dawn - Seishirou finally leaves Tokyo altogether. He heads north, towards the boundaries of the Sakurazuka estate, clouds gathering behind him as soldiers following a general to battle.
It is here that Subaru hesitates. Though he doesn't want to be caught at this, and he can't imagine Seishirou would be in a position to cause anyone but himself pain in that place, there's a pang of worry and fear that won’t leave him. He waits a minute, then heads after him, only pausing once to observe the direction of the wind that ruffles the leaves of the poplar trees on the outskirts of Tokyo. He will not be noticed.
In a fashion uncharacteristically casual of the man Subaru has come to know as the Sakurazukamori, Seishirou doesn't even look back as he enters the ancient grounds, though he does take care not to be noticed or to trip any of the ancient wards outside of the estate.
Immediately, he heads towards the gardens to the east, and upon catching sight of his goal heads straight toward a certain tree - whose branches drip large dew-spattered blossoms, red as the waning moon above them. He leans against it, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. Eventually, he opens them again, and raising a hand to pluck one of the crimson flowers from the tree, brings it softly to his lips. He whispers something that could in the beginning be a name, but the rest is lost to the night.
* * *
Subaru, though he hardly knows why, is nearly transfixed by the sight in front of him. For a moment his heart rises in his chest, and he's almost overcome with the sense of the old Seishirou. The subtle, dark, powerful, and inherently sexual presence that Subaru can sometimes only remember in his dreams.
It nearly makes him stagger, and he quickly drops out of sight to lean against a tree, needing to catch his breath and clear his head. It's this Seishirou that Subaru knows he's always been drawn to, and - as surely as he was when he was younger - he is drawn now. It isn't long before he's looking out from behind the tree again, and moving slowly and inevitably toward the man beyond the slender branches.
And like the dance of tradition played out to the beat of time, he knows he is seen as soon as he begins moving towards the man beneath the tree. Still, the Sakurazukamori does nothing but smile, his dark eyes tilting ever so slightly to watch the younger man's approach. It seems almost as if he is going to wait until Subaru reaches him, or not acknowledge his presence at all.
That is, of course, until he moves. There's hardly enough time for the younger man's heart to skip a beat, before much larger hands capture his own, holding them down to his sides as he is pressed back against the camellia tree. Seishirou stands so close to him that he can feel the brush of his clothing against his own, accompanied by the familiar smells of expensive silk and flower petals.
The older man is smiling.
Stunned for a second, a hypnotized rabbit that watches the dance of a stoat, Subaru freezes. Any words he might have said die on his lips. Like the dead of the past - the blushing sixteen year old that has walked in on his shirtless koibito - he is caught between apology, and mesmerization - lest somehow the moment may shatter if he speaks. For a moment his one eye is riveted to Seishirou's, and then it slowly drops beneath dark lashes, as he fails, still, to hold the rival gaze. Then, at once, he quiets. Nothing but the rustle of fabrics against one another, as he sinks against the tree - and perhaps the soft sound of his sigh, slight shameful coloring of his cheeks, to betray his mood. His mouth moves once, slightly, in a final attempt not to succumb to the haze in his mind - and then he is still.
Amusement shines in the other's gaze, as if to ask 'So, you think so after all?', and bodies touch his through their clothing. One of the hands holding his wrists brushes along his side.
A suffering eye snaps open again at the first touch, almost fearfully; but when he does not detect violent intention in the one, clear, sparkling brown eye- it lazily droops until it's only half-open, dull green ember in the approaching dawn.
There is a slight upward tilt of Seishirou's lips- his curved smile deepens- as he leans forward to brush them, teasingly, against Subaru's - and...
...small strawberry-and-sakura lips part slightly under his rival's mouth, and though he doesn't move from his grasp - as such - he moves. Leans forward to press into the solidity of the man in front of him, with a need that has been a decade burning. Unidentifiable whispers pass those lips as well, but it would appear that the young onmyouji can't quite find his voice tonight, save in the breathy gasp he makes at this ambiguous caress.
Both hands release his wrists as Seishirou presses closer to the younger man. They travel up his sides, untuck his shirt to slip beneath it - so warm they almost feel hot to the touch - and stop; to rest lightly over the centre of his stomach. His lips leave Subaru's and brush against his jaw, and Subaru can feel the wetness left there as Seishirou's head moves back, somewhere between his neck and his ear.
"Nan desu ka, Subaru-kun?" He purrs.
What is it, Subaru?
His low voice resonates in Subaru's small frame with the hum of many broken lives.
Immediately slender fingers tangle in the back of the older man's immaculate hair, young heart driven almost to the point of breathlessness already. A small 'mmm' sound that's nearly a whimper leaves Subaru's lips - biting them as he is - and when Seishirou's mouth touches his jaw, he tilts his head to the side to expose his neck; a now-familiar plea. The muscles in his abdomen clench noticeably as Seishirou speaks to him, "Nan desu ka, Subaru-kun", and he opens his eye again, a slight startled expression cutting through the smoky haze. "Nn? Na...? Nandemonai..."
Of course, it's nothing.
Seishirou's eyes narrow nearly to slits, but he is still smiling. His head comes to rest against his dove's white shoulder, and from there his lips press against his neck, tongue flicking out against his skin. The hand at his stomach moves up to cover the centre of Subaru's chest, stroking lightly. The older man is so warm.... "Kowai na no ka..."
Are you frightened?
"Ah..." The hand in Seishirou's hair tightens, and Subaru shivers as his neck is touched. He gasps once again as the tongue slides against it and Seishirou can feel heat start to radiate from him as well. His heartbeat is frantic beneath his fingertips, reminding the older man of a caged bird. Its tiny wings beat against the bars even harder as he is questioned again, and seconds fall before he manages to respond. "Kowai wa anata wa boku ga shitai no ka..."
Do you want me to be?
Seishirou doesn't answer at first, but instead slides his hands under Subaru's coat, pulling it off his shoulders. The younger man's shirt follows, then, and as Seishirou's hands move to the rim of his pants, Subaru can feel the faint brush of sakura petals against his skin. The older man has, considerately, drawn them into a maboroshi- and suddenly the smell of sakura overwhelms the scent of the other flowers in the garden. Seishirou stands back a moment, in pure, predatory admiration of his prize, running his fingertips over the pale skin reflected in the maboroshi's darkness.
"Kimi ga kirei ni naru kara, itsumo shitai no desu..."
When you are afraid you become beautiful. I will always wish for your fear.
Subaru looks at him for a few seconds, the light flush still suffusing his face and shoulders.
"Seishirou-san..." He pauses again, considering something, then smiles lightly - an expression that he cannot persuade to touch the depths of his one eye. "Boku wa kirei ni naru dake shitai kara?"
You only wish it because I become beautiful?
Seishirou raises an eyebrow, looking for a moment as if he is seriously considering Subaru's question. Then, with a little gleam of certainty in his eyes, malevolence dissolves his smile. The fingers trailing across the perfect skin hook in and leave bloody marks along his chest.
"Hai, Subaru-kun."
Yes, Subaru-kun.
There is finally the first real flicker of fear then, in Subaru's eye, the truth in his as clear as in his lover's smile - two sides of the same coin are one. There's only a second or two for Seishirou to see it, however, as the beautiful green mirror closes in pain as nails tear skin, and instinctively he grasps at the hand that causes it.
Unaccustomed to the gentle doctor causing him pain, Subaru tries to twist away from him, then. Foolish thing, relying on instinct.
In a moment, he realizes what he's done, but by then even he knows he's made a mistake, and Seishirou can see fear on his features again, and a spreading spot of red against the pale of his lip. Apparently his Subaru-kun has not grown unaccustomed to keeping himself from crying out.
Seishirou pins Subaru's wrists again, forcing him back against the tree with enough careless strength behind it to leave bruises that will last for days, unconcerned if his younger lover's head makes contact with the hard surface behind it. An instant later his lips are covered by Seishirou's.
The kiss starts out hard, at first, then turns fiercely passionate, as Subaru's wrists are bent back painfully.
"Nnng!...nnnh.."
The noises Subaru makes are difficult to distinguish from pain or arousal. Still from the way he presses his hips against Seishirou's, and moans into his mouth, it's clear that he's excited, whether or not his subtle writhing should suggest otherwise. He arches his back and tries to bend backward to ease the pressure in his wrists, attempting at the same time to shake the stars beyond his vision away. "S-seishirou-san...itai..."
It hurts.
Seishirou, surprisingly enough, releases Subaru's wrists immediately. Instead, one hand closes around his neck and he is kissed again- no less forcefully this time. Seishirou begins to lower his lover to the ground this way, but for a moment Subaru can feel hardness against his stomach, and Seishirou's other hand moves between Subaru's legs, urging him to follow.
Given free reign of his hands again, the younger man's desperation quickly becomes clear. Sensual fingers tug at his lover's tie and one hand finds his chest through the space between buttons, flicking over a nipple.
"Aaah!" Subaru's chest arches again as Seishirou's hand finds the strain at the front of his pants, and he falls to his hands and knees, unintentionally pushing Seishirou backwards beneath him, and sucking desperately at his lower lip. "Mmh! Nnn! Seishirou-san...!"
Seishirou-san.
Seishirou props himself up on his elbows underneath Subaru, his hand tangling in the back of his lover's hair and pulling his head back to gain access to his face and neck. Subaru can feel the older man's breath on his skin, feel his low sounds of pleasure against his ear. It's not long before Seishirou's hand leaves his hair, sliding down his back and into his already mostly undone pants, cupping his ass.
Meanwhile small, shaking hands fumble with the buttons on Seishirou's dress-shirt - a largely unsuccessful attempt to bare some of the Sakurazukamori's skin as well. Little noises of frustration spill out through teeth that are clenched onto the onmyouji's lower lip, and Subaru tugs his lover's tie impatiently. As the hand slides into the back of his pants he shifts forward onto his knees and makes a near-plaintive moan, pulling Seishirou's tie hard enough to tighten it a little around his neck.
Smirking at his lover's predicament, Seishirou finally takes full control- rolling them both over to put Subaru on his back, where the older man undoubtedly thinks he belongs. Subaru can feel the familiar, heavy weight of Seishirou on top of him as his hands are pinned above his head, and Seishirou proceeds to pull his younger lover's pants off just enough to toy with him, his dark eyes alight as he watches Subaru's expression.
Like this - on the ground and unable to move - Subaru's eye droops nearly shut again, and he turns his head to the side, not expecting a pause.
After a few seconds one eye opens to look at Seishirou, then both are open and staring straight at him as he tosses his head and opens his mouth once, then twice in a silent, halting protest of this unfairness, looking for all the world like the sixteen year old once again - a boy only too used to being teased. His hands pull a little at the one pinning them down, and he turns an even deeper red from frustration, twisting and writhing, just barely enough to grind his hips against his lovers'. "Sei..shirou-san...."
Seishirou...
Seishirou is, of course, still smirking. He draws his fingers lazily over Subaru's length, squeezing a little when he reaches the tip. Again, he watches Subaru's reaction, then lets his hand fall to the front of his own pants.
"Tanomu kotoba wa dou ka, Subaru-kun?"
Subaru-kun. What do you say...
Subaru's teeth bite harder into his lip as Seishirou's fingers pass over him, and a small trickle of blood begins to ooze from the corner of his mouth again. "Nnn...AH!" He turns his head violently to the side as Seishirou puts pressure on him, smearing the blood against his arm and jaw.
There's a glitter over the smoldering coals in his eye, which says that soon Seishirou might see tears, "O- negai- shima..su."
Please?
Seishirou is clearly intrigued by the possibility of tears... and more than a little aroused. He leans down and kisses Subaru, savouring the taste of his lover's blood, as he gently strokes Subaru's length again. This time, though, the fingers continue downwards to brush across his entrance. There is a positively delighted, yet hungry look in his eyes.
"Koe wa motto hontou you ni kikoeru to omou, Subaru-kun. Osoraku, boku wa amari hoshi dewanai to omoidake."
I think you can sound more honest than that, Subaru-kun. You might just make me think you don't want me.
Seishirou can hear Subaru's breath catch in his throat, and see his muscles tighten and strain as he's touched further. He's still chewing his lip, and by now breathing harshly through gritted teeth. "Nnn...nnnn!"
There's almost a faint pop as his shoulders strain from trying to sit up but, surprisingly, rather than say anything - Subaru simply leans forward and bites the side of his lover's bottom lip. Hard enough to draw blood.
Seishirou flinches at first, not expecting that sort of thing from the usually-gentle Sumeragi, which forces Subaru's wrists back uncomfortably. It only takes a moment, however, for him to smile again, open Subaru's mouth, and push his tongue inside. He seems convinced now, though. There's a rustle of clothing, and, just another moment later, Subaru finds his legs being spread.
"Mmm..." Subaru's blood is mixed with Seishirou's on his lips, and they part slowly as he tastes them with the tip of his tongue. He winces when his wrists are forced back, and Seishirou can see tears start to form again under his dark lashes. He tries to shift backwards again to ease the pressure on his wrists, but stops just short of relief as he backs up against the base of the tree.
"Nn, nnn...itai no..Seishirou-san.."
It hurts, so...
Subaru gets his wish- his wrists are released. But only so that Seishirou can take hold of his younger lover's small hips as he thrusts himself inside Subaru's body. There's a slight catch in the back of his throat, and, as usual, he doesn't wait for Subaru to relax before starting to move. The rhythm is always just a little too hard, and a little too deep inside Subaru, and the pace increases as the smaller man starts to adjust to it. Seishirou kisses the corner of Subaru's eye, leaving bloody marks on his cheeks...and...
...Subaru truly starts to writhe now. Moaning and gasping and leaving glaring red trails on the older man's arms, he fights to keep up with the other's rhythm. Sweat forms on his face and chest and begins dripping down to pool on his stomach, heat radiating from his shifting body.
"Ah, hah...ah!" Subaru's expression betrays his pain, but the ragged gasps that escape his open mouth are a revelation of their own, Subaru loves this. Too quickly, his cries become louder and more frequent, and he clutches his lover's shoulders, teeth sinking lightly into his chest.
"Ya- aahh!!....yame...".
...stop...
Naturally, Seishirou does nothing of the kind, instead taking that as the cue for him to press his thumbs into Subaru's stomach and thrust inside the small, shaking body even harder. Seishirou's own cries of pleasure are lost to his lover's screams, and the older man's hand wraps Subaru's slender neck as he starts to lose himself in the restricting heat beneath him...
... Subaru's moans grow more desperate, and Seishirou can feel his thighs tremble as he starts to peak. The muscles in his stomach clench and dance, so very noticeable in the thin body, and suddenly Subaru is grasping the back of his neck with burning fingernails - legs tightening hard around the older man's thick waist. The pulse in his throat is feverish, and if his hands did not encircle his lover's neck, Seishirou could see the blood play just beneath the skin.
Subaru's head is thrown back now, and slowly his one eye begins to turn as white as Seishirou's, the green jewel disappearing behind fluttering eyelids. "AaAH! Onegai!!"
Please!
Unable to hold back any longer, Seishirou gives one last thrust into the man beneath him, his body arching against his lover's. The hand around Subaru's neck clenches, the same as Seishirou's teeth, and the older man's eyes close as he finishes inside his lover.
Subaru....kun....
There is a high-pitched cry that might be Seishirou's name again.
The young man underneath him shudders once, and his eye squeezes shut - the tears that he's been holding back finally released to loose bloody streaks upon his trembling face. After what must be minutes, he finally opens them again - maybe returning to consciousness - and stares over his lover's shoulder.
He does not break the silence of the morning.
Kill me?