Angel Sanctuary Fan Fiction ❯ Pfft! ❯ One-Shot

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

An interesting quote:
"There is an art, or rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss." - (from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy)

"Pfft," according to the Encarta Dictionary, is the sound of a dying light bulb. It also has absolutely nothing to do with this fic.

Warnings: YAOI (lemon), cussing

Author's Note: I've noticed a trend in my reviews... most of my fics are either "weird" or "confusing." I can't say weird is a bad thing. I like weird. I think I've toned down the confusing part a bit though... Just to warn you though, I *did* give some of the characters multiple personalities, but I don't think I went overboard... the characters are all pretty canon, at least as far as I can tell.

Now forgive me if I'm treating you all like bakamono, but I made a list of some Japanese words you ought to know... (You are fluent in Japanese, ne? lol...)

*Nihongo (Japanese)
aniki = big brother
arigatou = thank you
baka = stupid
bakamono = moron, freak
bishoujo = pretty girl
chikusho = Damn you! Beast!
dare = who?
ecchi = naughty, dirty person (also spelt "etchi")
gomen = sorry
hai = yes
iie = no
kawai = cute
koibito = lover, boyfriend/girlfriend
kuso = Shit!
matte = wait!
Nanatsusaya = Seven Blades (full name is "Nanatsusaya Mitama no Tsurugi" or, in roughly translated English "Seven-bladed Sword of Spirits")
nani = what?
ne = right?
okama = faggot
omae = you (slightly ruder than "anata")
onegai = please
onna = woman, girl
otokonohito = man
owari = end
sempai = upperclassman
soo = yes
wa = linking verb (is, are, am, ect.)

Pfft!
by Megkazul

Setsuna gazed lovingly over Sara's features. Kira glared at him.

An eternity passed and Setsuna finally noticed Kira's attentions. He started guiltily.

"Se..sempai!"

Kira's mouth curved upward in a knowing smirk as he continued to glare fiercely at Setsuna.

Sara turned, focusing on the two older boys. She could've sworn there were sparks flying between her brother and the senior, but they gave no evidence of it. Setsuna had a glazed look in his eye as he seemed to be staring at her while avoiding her direct gaze. Kira, however, showed no fear, he smiled at her in a fetching way as his eyes watched Setsuna for a reaction.

Sara followed Kira's line of sight an found her brother, looking a bit uncomfortable about something. She extended an arm toward him, but before their flesh met, she felt two arms wrap around her waist.

"Hey Baby, come 'ere," Kira's voice sounded in her ear and she struggled violently as he nuzzled closer, "you know you want me."

Sara spun around, prepared to claw his face off, but found herself handicapped as a mouth enclosed hers, stifling a screech of rage that had been growing in her throat.

From behind them, Setsuna growled incoherently in an animalistic manner. He fought against himself, fought against the twin desires to rip Kira to shreds and to take Sara into his own arms. He quickly pushed away the second thought, knowing how much Sara would hate him if she knew his true intentions. The first desire was harder to reject. He flexed his fingers convulsively and stared at Kira.

Kira, pretending to ignore Setsuna, kissed Sara rather passionately as she continued attacking him in an effort to escape. Fortunately, Kira was much stronger than the young girl. He pulled her closer, forcing their torsos to meet as he began doing exotic things with her mouth; anything to keep her from screaming.

Setsuna continued to glare at his best friend, noting the sensual way Kira's body moved as he toyed with Sara.

One of Sara's nails struck home, drawing a thin line of blood down Kira's arm.

Setsuna's eyes saw crimson. Recognizing the color, he involuntarily turned over his body to Alexiel. Not one for inaction, she hurled the power of an angel at Kira, who collapsed with sever injuries. She walked toward him and knelt by his already healing body, no doubt to administer some unspeakable torture upon it.

"Aniki!"

But an all too familiar voice vanquished Alexiel's awareness. Setsuna quickly found himself kneeling by an amused Kira.

"Brother..."

Setsuna turned to face Sara, who was staring at Kira with an expression of extreme distaste on her face.

"I've got to get home; Mother will be worried..." //with good reason!!! What an ecchi jerk!// She turned tail and fled.

Setsuna watched intently as she ran, her miniskirt flaring in the wind.

Kira observed the girl's beautiful legs with mild interest, "She'd make a fine mistress."

Setsuna didn't answer, but licked his lips hungrily.

Kira inhaled sharply as he saw the desire in Setsuna's eyes. He quickly hid his emotions behind a smirk.

"The women want me, Setsuna. Especially that one; she was dying to fuck me."

"She hates you!"

"No way. If we had been alone, she'd have been all mine. You jinxed it."

Setsuna gritted his teeth, fighting against Alexiel for control of his body.

"Careful Setsuna... looks like even you can't resist my charm."

Setsuna's hands crawled restlessly toward Kira's neck.

Kira felt Setsuna's hands slip around his most vulnerable flesh, and knew the boy was trying hard not to strangle him. He let his eyes glaze over and began speaking slowly as his mind recalled things past.

"Your hands have held me before. I loved the feeling it gave me, to be embraced by the strong flesh of my master."

Setsuna jerked his hands back hastily, looking toward Kira with wide eyes. //He's nuts... I never touched him like that!//

Kira continued speaking, staring at his own hand as he did so, "The blood was exhilarating. By the time we were done, I would be covered in it, a sticky layer of liquid crimson encasing my being."

Kira, bringing the edge of his katana to the hand he was studying, swiftly cut across it, watching as blood grew from the cut. He reached upward toward Setsuna and placed his fingers around the boy's jaw, opening it and putting his hand between the rows of teeth, willing it not to heal until the taste of blood was rich in Setsuna's mouth.

As the blood filled his mouth, Setsuna felt Alexiel's presence fade into the background. She didn't want anything to do with this. Setsuna's instincts told him she was smart to back away from Kira now. He should probably do the same, but Kira's odd mood attracted his curiosity. //What is he trying to do...? I'm not a cannibal, but the taste of his blood delights my tongue.//

Kira smiled warmly and removed his now healed hand from Setsuna's mouth, not minding that it was now dripping with saliva.

"You remember the blood we shed together?"

"No, Sempai, I don't."

Kira frowned and glared at Setsuna threateningly.

Setsuna, feeling uncomfortable under that stare, returned his hands to Kira's neck, squeezing slightly.

"If you go near Sara again, I'll kill you."

"Why can't I try her? You saving her for Yoji?"

Setsuna's eyes flashed angrily as he remembered the beating Yoji had given him the other day. If that guy ever got it into his head to go after Sara...

"No. She's mine."

Kira smiled, remembering the lust in Setsuna's eyes when he viewed his sister.

"She wouldn't mind if I raped her, but you can't. She trusts you."

Setsuna winced, knowing Kira was right.

"You want to try a different one?"

Setsuna looked angry, "Sara is the *only* girl I'll ever want!"

"What a pity, Master, your love life is hopeless."

Setsuna glared angrily at him, then did a mental double-take. //Master...?//

Kira sat up, taking advantage of Setsuna's confusion to pin him down.

Setsuna struggled, but to no avail, this time Alexiel did not donate her strength. He stared fearfully up at Kira, unsure of what he might do. His arms, directed by Kira, slid up around the senior's waist.

"Sempai?!"

Kira saw Setsuna's confusion and sought to abolish it. He dipped his head down and kissed him gently.

Setsuna froze, his eyes wide.

Kira released Setsuna's mouth, looking to Setsuna for a response.

Setsuna stared at him, "Nanatsusaya...?"

"Soo desu,"

Setsuna craned his neck upward and ran his tongue along Kira's lips, asking for more.

Nanatsusaya sank down into Setsuna's arms and began kissing him again, and this time Setsuna's tongue met his halfway. For some reason, no touch excited him more than Setsuna's. He was lucky to be wielded by such a hand, and having human flesh, he could now enjoy a more feeling relationship. He had watched over Setsuna all of his human life, and was now quite ready to reap the rewards. He rolled onto his back, preferring the inferior position.

Setsuna grinned, delighted that Kira would give him so much power. He immediately took advantage of it to begin stripping Kira. The senior seemed quite willing and gave Setsuna his coat while Setsuna worked to remove the pants and shirt. He discarded the latter two items, but kept the coat as a wicked idea came to his mind. //The way he was talking earlier, I'd say Nanatsusaya is real into bondage.//

Kira's eyes widened with disbelief Setsuna wrapped the coat around Kira's torso. He considered struggling, but the nasty look in Setsuna's eyes told him it might be more fun to wait and see what the boy would do.

Setsuna, with the help of Kira's coat, bound the senior's arms firmly to his side. He crouched over Kira like a predator over prey and kissed him again, making full use of his canines to tear at the flesh around Kira's mouth.

Kira smiled, looking rather pleased

Setsuna returned that look with one of contempt. He carefully licked the blood off Kira's face before standing up and calmly walking away.

Kira gritted his teeth in fury as he realized his master intended to leave him. He hastily struggled to his knees and growled a protest:

"Setsuna!!!" //Matte...//

But Setsuna ignored him.

Kira watched with a detached look in his eye until Setsuna had rounded the corner. As his master passed out of sight, the rejected bodyguard bowed his head in shame. Kira knew he'd crossed a line, and that he'd have to regain Setsuna's respect. His coat really hadn't made a good rope. Disturbing thoughts of Setsuna swam through his mind. Kira squirmed a bit and managed to loosen his bindings. //Why does that boy torment me so?// The coat drop to the ground with a light *thunk.* Kira's hand disappeared into the depths of the fabric and came out clutching a bottle of vodka.

//Mmm... never go anywhere without liquor to guide you.// He took a swig of the drink and returned his coat to its proper place over his shoulders. It covered him nicely, being plenty long enough, but he decided it might be a good idea to get thoroughly clothed *before* getting thoroughly drunk. Kira put the rest of his clothes back on and made his way toward the nearest tavern, knowing the vodka wouldn't last long.

***

//Focus on the beer... yes.... Lovely alcohol...// Kira stared into the bottom of his upturned glass as he drank heartily, letting the heavenly liquid slide down his throat and into his stomach.

"You're going to have a horrible hangover."

"Yeah, I know. You want one?" Kira pushed his glass toward Kato.

"Sure," Kato took the glass and handed Kira the pot he'd been smoking.

Kira started smoking contentedly, finding the drug quite intoxicating.

The blond-haired boy frowned as he sipped the beer absentmindedly, "Isn't it dangerous to drink and smoke at the same time?"

Kira inhaled, letting the fumes fill his lungs, "Yes, it'll kill us."

Kato drained his glass an turned toward Kira, a worried look on his face.

Kira paused in his smoking and leaned forward long enough to run his tongue over Kato's lips.

"Relax. You won't die," Kira motioned for the barkeep to bring them another drink, "The author has absolutely no idea how dangerous this is."

Kato puzzled over this for a few seconds, then grabbed the beer, deciding to take Kira's word for it.

Kira stared at Kato for a few seconds, realizing there was something missing. Something about the boy was different... He frowned, trying to figure out what it was. //Its Yoji! He's not here...!//

"Ahh... where's Yoji?"

Kato shrugged, "How the fuck would I know?"

Kira looked thoughtful, "You never go far without him."

Kato began studying his glass intently, suddenly finding it necessary to count the bubbles in his drink.

"What happened to Yoji?"

Kato mumbled something incoherent, which Kira asked him to repeat. Kato winced, wishing he could change the subject.

"He got tired of me. Said he wanted a woman."

"But he can fuck a girl anytime; that's no reason to leave."

Kato didn't answer, but his knuckles turned white as he clutched his beer a little too tightly.

"He doesn't want a girl; that was just an excuse."

"I'm not following you."

"Have we ever been in bed together?"

Kira blinked at this abrupt change of subject and coughed, embarrassed.

"If we have, I wasn't sober."

"He said I'd fuck anyone that got me high, and dared me to contradict him."

Kira looked at him with new interest, "And what did you say?"

"What do you think I said?!" Kato gulped down some beer nervously, "He was right; I'd do anybody that paid well."

"Mmm... yes, this is some pretty good stuff," Kira was now living in a world of pot; every breath he took was thick with the aroma of burning weed. The smell had begun seeping through the rest of the room, giving the entire place an air that pleased the lungs to breathe. Kira addressed the bartender, who was currently wearing the calm, blissful smile of one who has been drawn in by the lovely fumes.

"Whiskey."

The bartender obligingly provided a bottle, while his eyes stayed trained on the smoldering weed, which passed from Kira's hand to Kato's lips, as Kira found himself preoccupied with the whisky.

Kato looked cross-eyed toward the stick of pot in that had found its way home to his mouth, surprised that he could focus his eyes at all. Kira's alcohol had been ok, but he had really missed his drugs. His reunion with the weed restored his strength and revitalized his spirit.

Kira slapped some money on the bar and grabbed the whiskey in one hand and Kato in the other. He began dragging Kato from the bar as he sampled the stronger ethanol of the new bottle.

"Kuso! What's wrong with you?! Bakamono. I want to stay."

"No, I'm done with that place," Kira took a swig of whiskey and continued, "It stinks."

"Mmmm.... yeah, smells wonderful in there," Kato took a whiff of the smoking drug as the wind sought to take its precious fumes.

Kira's eyes shone with fear and distaste as he gazed upon Kato.

"That drug kept giving me odd ideas."

Kato glared at him, frustrated that he couldn't be back in the bar, away from the open air and cool breeze.

"What's wrong with my drug?"

"It..." Kira paused, not want to admit that he found the smell attractive. He was aiming for Setsuna. Kato was only an unfortunate distraction, not worthy of him. Kira gritted his teeth. //His clothes...! Saturated with that smell!//

Kato hid a smirk. Kira's eyes told exactly what was going through his mind, and even high, Kato could read them clearly.

"Yes...?" Kato stepped toward Kira and displayed the weed, "Why don't you like it...?"

Kira glared at the weed in Kato's hand.

"Keep that stuff away from me."

Kato shoved it toward him.

Kira jerked backward, taking a slug of his whiskey as he did so.

"You hate this stuff so much?"

The smell teased his nostrils, beckoning him forward. Desperate to avoid being drawn in by the weed, Kira tried to focus on the whiskey that burned his throat and soothed his mind, it was a lovely, life-giving liquid. He let himself be controlled by the whiskey, and it said to him: 'Go, do as you please; fuck everything in sight.' //Maybe I've had too much to drink...//

Kato grinned.

Kira breathed deeply, letting the scent infiltrate his lungs once again.

//That's it; he's mine now... all I have to do is separate him and the alcohol.// Kato reached toward Kira and wrenched the whiskey from his clutching fingers. Kira's eyes grew hard as he felt the bottle slipping from his grasp, but he did not resist, rather, he found something else to lie his hand on. Kato grew increasingly nervous as he found himself defenseless. He had only two hands, the one holding the weed and the one holding the whiskey.

Kira's hand ran down Kato's side, beneath his shirt, and examined the waistband of his pants for weaknesses. Kato, unwilling to sacrifice his weed, considered dropping the bottle of whiskey, but feared that would only anger Kira further. Instead, he tipped his head upward, grateful that he might have a taste of something more intoxicating than the stimuli of Kira's fingertips on his skin.

In his mind, Kira knew the person he held was not Setsuna, but the boy had a similar build, and after saturating himself with alcohol and being lured by the compelling smell that Kato carried, Kira didn't particularly care what his mind said. Kato's skin was flushed with warmth, as was his own. The instincts of a predator took over then, as his palm found the soft, flawless skin of Kato's waist.

Kira dragged his catch over to the shadows, ignoring Kato's alarm at the movement. He *wanted* that flesh. He began pealing the obnoxious layers of clothing off Kato and himself.

//The other angels never did understand how much fun it can be to dally with lower life forms... but Alexiel understood me; how fitting that she should have to live as one of these dirty creatures... Setsuna! How I wish this were him...// Kira licked his lips and regarded Kato thoughtfully. //It doesn't matter who he is! I'll have him anyway..!//

But something in the back of his mind disagreed. //Even if Setsuna never loves you, can you really defile our body with the taste of another male? You may never love Kato, but if you let him touch us, his mark will lie forever upon our body.//

//I don't care about that! I'm drunk, remember?//

//I agree. Let's have some fun, but don't let him touch us!//

//How can I fuck him without touching him?!//

//You don't have to defile our body, Sakuya's would do fine by itself.//

//Mmm...// Kira found the notion desirable; if *Sakuya* played with Kato, he could experience the human boy's emotions without feeling that he was betraying his love for Setsuna.

Kira, his nostrils burning with Kato's scent and his human heart strong with desire, turned one of his fingernails upward in the semblance of a claw and scratched a small gash across his chest. It did not bleed, as Rosiel's nourishing blood prevented such a thing, but from the cut he drew a katana, the center blade that was his weapon. He tossed it aside and descended upon the awaiting senior.

Kato was mildly disturbed by this behavior; he hadn't expected pot to have as strong an effect on Kira. He had been surprised earlier when the moisture of Kira's tongue had touched his lips, and reveled in the reaction he'd gotten from the other boy with the suggestion that they had been together. He had always thought Kira was straight. The boy had given Sara and other girls the appropriate looks, which could not be mistaken for anything other than lust. Of course, Kira had always had a unique relationship with Setsuna; it seemed the younger boy trusted Kira more than any other... //Odd. I wonder how much havoc I could wreck with this?//

Kira slammed Kato's back against the wall.

Kato smiled invitingly, his eyes sparkling dangerously. Fortunately for Kato, Kira wasn't looking at his eyes.

"Yes," Kato let his voice take on a heavy, guttural tone similar to that which Setsuna used when he was especially angry or upset, "Love me. Now."

Kato didn't give Kira time to hesitate; he took the young man's mouth with his tongue, finding it easy to infiltrate. Kato was disappointed as no tongue rose to meet his, but Kira was not without reaction. Kato felt strong hands pushing him further against the wall. The distance between them closed rapidly and Kato felt the other's arousal nudging his crotch hungrily. Kato realized he was fast losing control of the situation. His strength was no match for Kira's. //Damn. He's going to have fun with me. I hope it's interesting.//

***

Setsuna's heart screamed with the pain of separation. Sara was so close... but he could not go to her. He remembered the tears of hatred that had streamed from his mother's eyes last time he'd tried. He remembered seeing her lips move as she'd yelled at him, her teeth tearing at the air in fury. He knew her hatred was justified. He deserved it. No brother should have such feelings in his heart.

Yoji frowned as the freshman walked closer. //He's ignoring me.// Setsuna would pass him by without so much as a glance in his direction. Didn't he have any respect? Yoji stuck his foot out to trip the rude bastard.

Setsuna tripped, easy; the boy hadn't been paying attention. He fell to the sidewalk, landing on all fours. Yoji kicked him.

Setsuna's ribcage shot through with pain. He gasped in surprise and relinquished control of his body.

Alexiel pounced on the opportunity, managing to grab hold of Setsuna's physical attributes. She had always loved a good fight.

Yoji strode forward, ready to kick Setsuna again if he tried to get up.

He tried.

Yoji aimed and kicked sharply, attacking quickly, in the manner of a serpent.

Alexiel dodged and leapt to her feet. Before Yoji could relocate her, she slammed her fist into his jaw.

Yoji winced but took the blow, grabbing Setsuna by the collar and returning the favor.

Alexiel's jaw ached, but she didn't care. She staggered forward, feigning weakness. Yoji allowed this, it was what he had wanted, dominance. Yoji placed an arm on her back, perhaps thinking to comfort a defeated foe. Alexiel gritted her teeth and endured that touch as she debated in her mind: knee him, or punch him in the gut? The former would be safer, and far more effective, but the part of her that was male (at the moment, most of her) protested the brutality of such a move. She punched him.

Yoji's eyes widened as the blow sent a nauseating chaos through his gut. He clutched the nearest thing, Setsuna, for support and fought the rising bile in his throat.

Alexiel, seeing her opponent crippled, decided Setsuna could handle the rest; she removed her influence and allowed Setsuna's eyes to become brown again.

Setsuna pulled away from Yoji in disgust.

Yoji, making no attempt to recapture the freshman, fell to his knees and vomited.

Setsuna looked down upon the senior with undisguised contempt in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Setsuna knew he hadn't hit Yoji *that* hard.

Yoji raised his head, meeting Setsuna's eyes, not because he had any respect for the kid, but because his only alternative was to stare at the soiled sidewalk. He growled angrily.

"Kato... this is all his doing."

Setsuna raised a questioning eyebrow.

"I told him to get the hell away from me," Yoji explained.

Setsuna looked around, noting that Kato was nowhere to be seen. //And that's a bad thing...?//

Yoji placed his feet between himself and the ground and attempted to stand up. He succeeded, rising to his full height before realizing he didn't know where his center of gravity was. He fell to his knees.

Setsuna laughed.

Yoji glared at him, then extended his arm toward the boy.

Setsuna stared at Yoji's hand, taking a moment to register the implication. Yoji was asking for *his* help? Eyes wide, Setsuna placed his own hand in Yoji's and yanked hard.

Yoji leapt to his feet, wobbled for a second, considered falling, and decided not to.

Setsuna wrinkled his nose in distaste.

"You stink."

Yoji promised himself that next time he had to puke, he'd aim better.

"Is that Kato's fault too?" Setsuna smirked.

"Hai."

"What'd he do?

Yoji shrugged. "He left."

"Yeah?" //So now Kato is in charge of giving this guy baths?//

Yoji frowned, guessing what was going through the young freshman's mind.

"No. Not like that," Yoji recalled the lengths Kato went through for drugs, "It's just... I can't get any dealers to cooperate without him around." //I need drugs...//

"Cool. Can you let go of my hand now?"

"Nope."

"Why not?" Setsuna couldn't stand the thought of being near this guy any longer. He wanted to go see Sara.

The question caught Yoji by surprise. //Why not...? Because I can't stand without you.// Yoji opened his mouth to convey that, but then reconsidered. //Am I crazy?! I don't need him! On the other hand...// Yoji coughed, using it as an excuse to bow his head and look the boy over. //He's thinner than Kato... but also stronger.// Yoji remembered how easy it had been to dominate the blond-haired boy. //Yes, much stronger than Kato.//

Setsuna repeated his question, adding an explicative or two for emphasis.

Yoji clutched Setsuna's hand tightly, forgetting that he was supposed to be weak from withdrawal. He refused to take orders from a freshman.

"I need you."

"Nani...?"

Yoji advanced on Setsuna, staring at him in a way that made the other boy back away hastily. Yoji extended his free arm toward Setsuna's waist.

"Some things are better than drugs..."

Setsuna found himself backed against a wall.

"Kato was better than drugs, but I'd be willing to settle for you in his stead..."

"No, not here... anywhere but here, please..." //Sara...//

"But Setsuna..." Yoji, still clutching Setsuna with the one hand, let the other play with the bottom of the boy's shirt.

"Go away."

Yoji dipped his head down and kissed him, letting his tongue extend into the boy's mouth.

Setsuna fought Alexiel, who suddenly wanted to do something about the situation. He would not let her; for all he knew, Yoji might be her type. He didn't mind being weak, and he refused to let a woman handle this problem.

//Yuck...// Setsuna returned the kiss, knowing no other alternative. Yoji's mouth tasted faintly of tomato sauce, but that was no comfort; rather, it was quite disgusting. Setsuna's eyes strayed to the building across the street. //She's so close...// He clamped his teeth down upon Yoji's tongue.

Angry, Yoji pulled back. "What's wrong with you?!"

Setsuna frowned. "You reek, I'm straight, and *she* is too close."

"She who? What girl is better than me?" To emphasize this question, Yoji stepped backward and raised his arms a bit, displaying himself.

Setsuna looked past him, searching for any sign of Sara.

Yoji grabbed the collar of Setsuna's shirt and pulled him forward, demanding to know what girl he loved, why he wouldn't cooperate.

Setsuna's eyes widened. //There she is...!// Sara had just emerged, followed closely by their mother. They were dressed for dinner. //If only I could go with them... to spend an evening in the same restaurant, the same building, as my family...//

"Damn..." Yoji had followed Setsuna's eyes and now saw Sara.

"No wonder you don't like me; you've been fucking her."

Setsuna winced as his mother turned toward them in alarm.

Yoji, curious, started walking toward the two women.

Setsuna bolted.

Yoji focused on Sara. //She looks familiar...//

Sara spoke up, "What were you doing to my brother?"

Yoji shrugged, "I was just... He's your brother?!" //Ah yes, I remember now...//

Mrs. Mudo spoke quietly, "What interest do you have in Setsuna?"

"None..." Yoji bowed his head, sure he was blushing, "I don't care about him."

The lady who was Sara's mother smirked. She knew... and approved.

Yoji took one last glance at Sara and then turned away. Mothers made him nervous, especially this one. He broke into a run, going in the direction he'd thought he'd seen Mudo take.

Setsuna, hiding in a side alley, kept his eyes trained on Yoji, watching him with the intensity of a hawk. //What did he tell them...?// Yoji was coming closer... closer... now he was in range. Setsuna's arm shot out and grabbed Yoji's wrist.

"What'd you tell them?!"

Caught off guard, Yoji answered without hesitation, "Nothing."

Setsuna studied him suspiciously.

Yoji frowned.

"You fucked your sister..?"

Setsuna jerked backward as if he had been burned.

"No!" Setsuna's voice lowered to one of uncertainty, "I'd never do a thing like that..."

"But you want to, right?"

//Yes... I've wanted to for so long...//

Yoji smiled warmly and stepped toward Setsuna, placing an arm around the boy's shoulders.

"What would you do to her, if you could?"

//Now that'd be interesting.// Setsuna closed his eyes and placed a hand on Yoji's chest, imaging the senior was Sara. He traced a line down the center of the ribcage, pausing when his fingers touched the fastening button of a pair of pants. //Pants? No... Sara always wore a skirt... and the chest is bare, no bra...//

"What would you do...?"

Setsuna frowned, but let himself be compelled by the voice. He released the fastening on the pants and drew down both pants and boxers.

//Yes... that's better...!// Yoji grinned as the fresh air touched him. //Setsuna... baka// Kicking off his pants, Yoji walked around behind Setsuna and embraced him.

Now Setsuna was a little alarmed. "This isn't what I had in mind..."

"No, you wouldn't think of this... fortunately, I've thought of it for you."

"But I..."

Yoji let one of his arms drop down to Setsuna's waist. With deft fingers, he loosened the fastening on Setsuna's pants.

"No, don't..."

Yoji nuzzled Setsuna contentedly, a cruel smile on his face, "Come on... think about your girl... imagine she's here."

Setsuna opened his mouth again, prepared to protest, but his tongue was at a loss for words as a hand slid past his defenses, past his waistband, to grab him.

"You call her Sara, ne?" Yoji, having captured Setsuna, stroked him in an effort to arouse the boy's lust, "She's got the sexiest legs I've ever seen... and that says nothing for her top half."

Setsuna tried to work up some hatred toward Yoji for that comment, but it was impossible. Yoji's had a skilled hand; every emotion that flowed through Setsuna's veins was controlled by the senior's ministrations.

"No, Yoji... please stop."

Yoji stopped, releasing Setsuna and drawing his hand out of the boy's pants.

Setsuna sighed in relief. "Arigatou..."

//Don't thank me yet.// Yoji craned his neck around to lick Setsuna's lips, distracting him while he removed the boy's pants completely.

Setsuna, thankful that he was no longer in Yoji's expert hands and still a little dazed from the effects, didn't catch on to what the senior was doing.

Yoji nibbled on the freshman's cheek while he stroked the soft flesh of the boy's side. //Not as tall as Kato, but plenty good enough.// He pushed into Setsuna from behind, wrapping his arms about the boy's waist to prevent him from escaping.

//...!// Eyes wide, Setsuna gasped in surprise as a hardened spear lodged itself inside him, bringing pain, and, oddly enough, pleasure. //I must be crazy... this isn't Sara; I don't love *him!*//

Yoji tightened his embrace, pleased that he had kept Setsuna aroused even as the boy's face contorted in pain and his breath grew haggard.

"St-stop, please," Setsuna struggled weakly, not really wanting to get away, "Let me go!"

The boy's body was stiff and tense in Yoji's arms, echoing the stiffness of Yoji's own member. He loved the moist warmth of Setsuna encasing him, and sought to dampen him further.

Setsuna groaned. He did not want this; he was not ready for it. He focused his strength, trying to build up the will to throw the intruder away.

//Poor boy.// Yoji licked Setsuna's neck in an attempt to comfort the angry boy. This seemed to have no effect, Setsuna was unchanged. //Fine...// Making a new resolution, Yoji clamped his teeth over Setsuna's earlobe, biting down hard.

A small sound escaped from Setsuna's throat, protesting the surprise attack, but Yoji didn't release the boy. Rather, the senior relaxed, releasing his seed and the source of his passion.

Setsuna gasped, not liking that at all. Being filled with another man's seed; it was revolting. It was better than anything he had felt before. //Damn... it's sick, disgusting... wonderful.//

Yoji sucked contentedly on Setsuna's ear. Tiny droplets of blood danced on his tongue.

//I hate Yoji. I hate myself.// He felt like killing something. //If only Nanatsusaya were here...// Setsuna smiled happily as he imagined what Yoji would look like with his ribcage sliced in half, his organs ruptured, and his clothes (assuming he was wearing any) drenched with blood.

//What a good little freshman... so compliant, so obedient, so fucking good...!// This experience would stay in his memory for a long time; it was the first time he'd done it low. There were definitely some advantages to being low. He'd never look at Setsuna the same again, and every time Kira kicked him in the balls, he could smile, knowing *he'd* gotten to Setsuna first.

***

A block away, Kato sucked, enveloping Kira's erection in a coat of saliva, stroking it, massaging it with his tongue. He was livid with ill-controlled anger. Kira's manner infuriated him. As Kato continued, Kira kept a hand resting on his neck. It was not moving, nor giving any hostile signs, yet it stayed there, always at his neck, ready to snap it in half if he stopped too soon. //#&@%$*!// Kato began focusing his anger into his tongue. He wanted Kira's passion at its peak.

Kira moaned happily, letting his alcohol-enhanced blood flow down to the region Kato was attending to. It felt good.

//Yes... come on...// Kato moved faster as Kira's length became harder and neared the bursting point. His tongue eagerly lapped at Kira's salty skin.

Kira felt he was drowning. The passion triggered by Kato was more than he could handle. His lungs pumped erratically as if they too were drowning. He had no choice now, if he did not release, the dam would break of its own accord.

Victorious, Kato drew his mouth, carrying the despised liquid, off of Kira's now limp member. He sat up.

Kira lay on his back, a serene, blissful look on his face.

Kato leaned forward, stretching himself out above his happy mate.

Unsuspecting, Kira made no protest as Kato's lips came down to meet his.

Having made contact, Kato guided Kira's lips apart with his tongue. Vengeance lay in his heart. He opened his mouth, sealing their lips together and allowing the transference of seed from Kato's mouth to Kira's.

Kira's eyes widened noticeably.

Kato felt a dark pleasure growing inside him as Kira's eyes reflected first shock, then desperation. //Yeah, that's right, you can suck your own dick now!//

Kira flexed his jaw, trying to collect up the intruding semen to spit it out, but every time his jaw moved, Kato's matched it, kissing him cruelly.

Kato's tongue found its way into the cavern of Kira's mouth, trying to force the liquid down the other's throat. Kira's tongue rose in defense, but he found himself fighting a losing battle. He struggled with the body on top of him, desperate to get Kato *off.*

Kato ignored Kira's attempts to dislodge him and kissed his victim passionately.

Revolted, Kira struggled in vain. //Don't swallow. Don't swallow. He's trying to turn me into a beast!// The scent of drugs was still strong on Kato, and Kira felt their influence even as he tried to push him away.

Kato knew he was winning. Kira was enjoying every moment it, disgusting as it was. //Low, real low... he'll kill me for this if he ever remembers. Fortunately, he's had enough drinks to wipe out an elephant's keen memory.// Kato stroked Kira's neck suggestively as he continued dealing with Kira's tongue; he'd have to swallow sooner or later.

Kira swallowed.

Kato freed Kira from the kiss, his own mouth turning upward in a smirk.

Kira glared at him hatefully. "Bastard."

Kato laughed. "You loved it."

Kira flushed with anger. "You're sick!!"

Kato nuzzled into Kira's side. "Tasted good, didn't it?"

Kira stroked the drug addict's naked body absentmindedly. "That was some kiss."

They fell asleep.

***

Setsuna groaned.

Yoji smirked. "You like that, eh?"

Setsuna jerked violently, turning to face his aggressor. "You're disgusting!"

Yoji studied Setsuna carefully. //Why is he still here?//

Setsuna glared at Yoji, every visible part of his body radiating hatred. //Who am I to call him disgusting, I who would fuck my own sister without a moment's hesitation?//

Yoji stepped forward and kissed Setsuna tentatively.

Setsuna looked hateful for a moment longer, then gave up. //Kuso!// He grabbed Yoji and returned the kiss with vigor.

//What a leech..!// Yoji pulled back, smiling seductively. "That's the way."

Setsuna licked his lips, shaking his head in negation, "Iie... I hate you. Go away."

//Liar.// Yoji was prompt to respond; he elbowed Setsuna across the face and kneed him in the crotch.

Taken by surprised, Setsuna fell to the ground.

"Baka." Contemptuous, Yoji grabbed his pants and walked away, putting them on as he went.

//Ow... even Yoji is starting to look good to me.// Setsuna grabbed his pants, put them on, and, with some difficulty, got to his feet.

***

Disgusted with Setsuna and freshmen in general, Yoji headed toward the bar. It was the gang's regular hangout, a natural place for the agitated boy to go. It never quite hit him that wherever the gang was Kato was.

//Odd.// Yoji looked around, noting that not one of the drunkards in the tavern were of his circle of friends. He motioned for the bartender to give him a drink.

"Just one today, eh?"

Yoji glared daggers at the bartender.

The man laughed, refusing to be intimidated by a customer.

Yoji considered for a moment, then dropped all pretense of animosity and smirked in reply to the man's gaiety, laying down a fair-sized tip along with his payment for the drink.

"I had hoped to find them here..."

The bartender thumbed through the money he'd been given, keeping a sharp eye on Yoji all the while. "Yeah," he said, somewhat distracted, "those two can down a lot of ale."

Yoji's ears perked up. "Dare...?!" he asked in a demanding voice.

The bartender shrugged, more interested in his money than the conversation.

"The blond #$%@*&! and his friend with the big sword."

Yoji came very close to choking on his beer, astounded by the all-too-accurate description of Kato and Kira. //Hot-headed bastard; all Kira cares about is his 'sword.'// Angered, Yoji left the bar; the atmosphere had been too thick.

He stepped out onto the darkening street and gave the bar a parting glance. It just stood there, mocking him from its foundations. He wanted to kick it, but restrained himself as he noticed something gleaming in the shadows that framed the building.

A metal object, a weapon perhaps. He stepped closer and picked it up. //Kira's sword.// Yoji's eyes swept over the length of the beautiful blade, then strayed to the two forms that lay asleep at his feet. //Kato and Kira...// He focused his anger on Kira, running the tip of the blade along his side, stopping when he reached Kira's thigh. //It would be so easy to castrate him, take away his pride with his own sword...// But sadly, that was out of the question; that region was protected by a sleeping Kato. //So beautiful...// Kato's face was serene and calm in sleep. His lips were relaxed, neither smiling nor frowning, his cheeks of normal hue, and his lovely eyes cruelly hidden away. //All accented by golden-colored strands of hair.// His heart longed to be near the boy, to take Kato in his arms and...

//But he'd rather have Kira.// Yoji felt jealousy threatening to skew his judgment. Could he bring himself to scar such a lovely creature? Yoji moved the blade to aim at Kato's face and examined his unflawed features, using the tip of the sword to push a few adverse strands out of his love's eyes. It pained him to see Kato nuzzled with another. Letting the sword be guided by a new emotion, Yoji took it down to caress Kato's chest and abdomen. The blade glided swiftly over the skin without bringing blood. //But there must be blood...// His hand brought the sword to rest at Kato's neck.

Sensing danger, Kato awoke and glanced around quickly, trying to assess his situation. The sword at his neck was a damn frightful thing to wake to, but his fear dissipated as fast as it had come, as he laid eyes upon Yoji.

Yoji watched Kato's reaction, or lack thereof, with curiosity. //He looks depressed... Why is he depressed?//

Kato saw the concern in his friend's eyes and ignored it.

"Why are you here? Can't find any good women to fuck?"

Yoji let some anger seep into his voice, "I found good fucking."

Kato didn't reply.

"Setsuna actually. He counts as a girl, doesn't he?"

Kato eyes sparked with amusement. "You did a freshman...?"

Yoji resisted the urge to slice Kato's head off. "What are you doing with Kira?"

Kato frowned and ducked beneath the sword, placing his mouth carefully over its tip and demonstrating.

Kira groaned in his sleep, but the two boys paid him no mind.

Yoji felt himself growing hard, but he didn't dare draw back the sword, Kato was having too much fun with it. //Oral sex...//

Kato saw his display was effective and gave the sword a particularly sensual sweep of the tongue.

//Damn... that looks fucking good.// Yoji knew he could jam the sword down Kato's throat and end it all, but Kato knew Yoji's limits. Kato knew he wouldn't destroy anything so entertaining.

Kato, his eyes challenging, continued until he was sure Yoji had the right idea and then withdrew, falling leisurely back into Kira's arms.

Yoji gaped at him, feeling weak at the knees. He knew his desire was evident through his pants. The smug look on Kato's face was enough to make that painfully obvious. He wondered fleetingly if Kira would mind if he just took Kato then and there... But no, he threw the sword aside angrily and glared at Kato.

Kato stretched and cuddled close to Kira (who was still knocked out), reminding Yoji that Kato wore no clothes. The move got a split reaction from Yoji; the site of his friend displayed in such a manner attracted him, but also brought feelings of nausea and disgust. //How can he... with Kira?!// Yoji knelt down beside two lovers. He hooked his arm around Kato's torso and pulled him violently away from Kira. //I shouldn't have left him.// By way of apology, Yoji gave Kato a gentle kiss.

Kato ignored the rough treatment and responded to the kiss, intrigued. //His mouth tastes... different.// Given free reign of Yoji's mouth, Kato explored it carefully until he finally figured it out. //He hasn't been smoking!//

Kato pushed Yoji away, an incredulous look on his face. "You've gone straight!"

Yoji shook his head. "I'm an idiot..."

Kato frowned, his eyes telling Yoji that he agreed wholeheartedly with that statement.

Yoji winced.

"The dealers wouldn't accept my money without some additional 'payment.'"

"So what's the problem?"

"What they wanted was," he paused, aware that he might offend Kato, "...degrading."

Kato's eyes were scolding. "Never let your dignity be an obstacle to getting high."

Yoji was suddenly very jealous of every dealer Kato had ever come in contact with.

"Damn. I want to fuck you so bad."

Kato's expression turned to one of hurt and anger.

"Good." Kato shoved Yoji's arm off him and got up, walking around Kira towards the pile of clothes.

Yoji was surprised, and a little injured. //He's not going to put his clothes back on, is he?// But no, Kato didn't get dressed. He dug through the pile, searching for something.

Kato pulled out a small leather object. He grinned. //Found it!//

Yoji watched as Kato pulled out a wallet, thumbed through its contents, then reached inside, gutted it, and returned it to its original spot. //What a dirtbag.// Yoji smirked.

*Then* Kato got dressed. Disappointed, Yoji turned away, letting his thoughts wander to Setsuna. His mouth watered with the very thought of the boy. Setsuna hadn't been the easiest mate, and was naught but a freshman, but something about him...

***

Yoji had been straightforward. He had made it clear to Setsuna what he wanted and then taken it without hesitation. But Kira... //How long has he been interested in me?// Setsuna knew he shouldn't let it bother him; Kira fucked everybody sooner or later. //But me? No, he's my friend... I've always been close to Kira, treated him like a brother. All those times I walked up to him, made physical contact... a slap on the back, a pat on the shoulder, even an occasional friendly hug... was he wishing it could be more? What dirty thoughts went through his mind when he saw me?//

Setsuna walked as he pondered the situation in his mind. Yoji had managed to do what no girl other than Sara could: turn him on. He hated to admit it, but Yoji had felt good. In fact, Yoji *still* felt good; Setsuna's body was sore, but high with and odd sort of exhilaration he had never felt before. Yoji had made it so simple... take him, fuck him, and be done with it. Perhaps there had been some amount of lust between them, but no love. Setsuna had always hated Yoji, and he still did, but the senior had shown him something important, and given him new insight.

Kira had wanted him. If he weren't so angry with the older boy, Setsuna knew he'd be flattered. Kira was one that Setsuna could love, given time. He wasn't sure he wanted to love Kira, though. In the past, he'd known of Kira's escapades with various women and had managed to turn the other cheek, not putting his foot down until Kira had gone after Sara, but he wasn't sure he could stand up to that kind of treatment himself. Setsuna shuddered as he imagined himself with Kira; his sanity would survive far better underneath Yoji. As friend and comrade, Kira had always been there for him, but as a lover... Setsuna stopped that train of thought dead in its tracks. If nothing else, Setsuna could trust Kira with his life; the senior had always done what was best for Setsuna. He had no reason believe Kira would ever do otherwise.

Now he felt a little guilty. Why hadn't he trusted his lifelong friend? Kira would never do anything to Sara that was worse than the things he constantly fantasized about. Kira had always protected him and evidently nourished an unnatural desire for his body, but what reason was that to shun him? It was no reason, he realized; Kira would not have done anything to him without his consent, though Yoji had. The experience with Yoji had been enlightening, but Setsuna imagined Kira could've made it sweeter.

Setsuna didn't particularly like being raped. It had made him feel weak, and left him with the self-loathing of one who has given himself over to the enemy. Yoji hadn't just raped him, he'd made Setsuna *enjoy* it. Setsuna had liked being fucked by a dirty drug addict in withdrawal. *That's* what made him feel weak, that his emotions could be so easily controlled by so low a creature.

Setsuna, his eyes scanning the ground beneath his feet, realized he was in the same spot where he had confronted Kira earlier. He recalled the scene in his mind.

//He was sucking at Sara's mouth like a mad vampire. Sara is mine. He shouldn't have had her.//

Setsuna closed his eyes to get a better mental picture.

//But when I saved her... she was afraid... she left me alone with him. That bastard! I'll kill him if he ever touches her again!//

Setsuna paused and opened his eyes to see his fingers curl up into a fist.

"He never wanted Sara. That was just a ploy to get me angry."

//I fell right into his trap. I wanted to hurt him. He wanted to have sex.// Setsuna remembered the cold-hearted way he had taken Kira's trust and dashed it, leaving the surprised senior alone with his lust.

"He deserved it. No one claims my love without asking *me* first." Setsuna glared at the ground, wishing Kira were still there so that he might spit a few curses at the deceitful lover.

"Your woman looks a little angry."

Alexiel turned slowly, keeping her head lowered to hide her eyes.

Kato's voice was laced with ice. "I think she needs some cheering up."

Yoji's eyes narrowed as he glared at the freshman. "He's not worth our trouble."

"Yes she is." Kato smirked and stepped toward Setsuna. "Come 'ere Onna."

Alexiel stepped forward obediently.

Kato grinned, his fingers curling into a fist. "Good girl...!" He swung, intending to put Setsuna's lights out.

Alexiel stepped to one side and grabbed Kato's wrist as it came toward her. She raised her head a little, allowing Kato to see her eyes.

"What did you call me?"

Kato frowned, but kept silent.

She twisted his arm until he gritted his teeth against the pain. Now Kato answered.

"Onna," he hissed.

Alexiel twisted further, until Kato fell to his knees before her.

"Nani?" she asked, smiling.

The blond began cussing vehemently. He did, however, remember to add the word "otokonohito" to the long list of adjectives he used to describe Setsuna.

Alexiel, satisfied, released Kato's arm and approached Yoji, whose unreadable gaze lay upon his fallen comrade. She wrapped an arm about Yoji's neck and kissed him gently.

Astounded, Yoji quickly turned his eyes to meet Setsuna's. Burning with hatred, they were a thing to behold, and Yoji fixed his gaze firmly upon them as he slowly returned the kiss.

Kato's shoes scraped against the ground as he stood up, carefully suppressing his fury. //Why is that #$%*! kissing *my* koibito?!//

Setsuna heard Kato's movement and sensed he was unwelcome. He broke away from Yoji and dashed off in the direction opposite the blond.

Eyeing his mate's expression of disapproval, Yoji wiped his mouth off with the palm of his hand.

***

//He's drunk.// Setsuna knelt down beside his sleeping friend.

"Kira, Kira!" Setsuna coughed, //What is that...? He smells like...// Setsuna paused to taste the air. //...like Kato.// Setsuna grabbed his sempai's shoulders and shook him violently.

"Wake up!" he demanded in an angry voice.

"Dammit Setsuna..." Kira threw Setsuna's hands away and rolled over.

"Sempai..." crooned Setsuna, "don't do this to yourself..."

Kira laughed, though he was still half asleep, "You're worried about *me*?!"

Setsuna opened his mouth to argue, but then reconsidered. //At this rate, he'll never wake up!// Setsuna gazed around, surveying the surroundings for something that might help. His eyes settled upon Kira's sword. He snatched it and stood up, examining the blade. //This will do well...// Standing over Kira, Setsuna placed the tip of the blade in the middle of Kira's back and drove it downward. About halfway down, the blade disappeared. There was a great deal of blood on Kira's back.

Finally awake, Kira got up on all fours, breathing heavily.

Setsuna bent down in front of Kira and made sure Rosiel's necklace dangled directly in front of the older boy's face.

Kira's back healed as he turned his eyes toward Setsuna. "Was that really necessary?!"

Setsuna grinned. "Hai."

Kira's fingers clawed at the ground then curled into a fist as he fought the urge to tackle Setsuna.

"Why?"

Setsuna frowned.

"Why," Kira repeated, "was it necessary to run me through with my own sword?!"

Disturbed by the amount of alcohol on his breath, Setsuna wrinkled his nose as Kira spoke, then answered angrily, "Because you're drunk! Because I *do* care about you, and because I want to know what the fuck you're doing out on the streets without any clothes on!"

Kira coughed, his eyes betraying his amusement and his pain. "Probably exactly that." He looked around, noting that he and Setsuna were alone. //I couldn't have done it with him...//

"Sara?" Kira asked, thinking aloud.

Setsuna's eyes turned hard. //She's with mother... safe for now.//

Kira placed an arm over Setsuna's shoulders, using him for support. "You sure I didn't fuck you?"

Setsuna stopped thinking about Sara long enough to consider the question. "I almost wish you had."

Even drunk, Kira had enough wits about him to catch that. He studied Setsuna's face. "Nani...?"

Abruptly uncomfortable, Setsuna felt he was entirely too close to Kira's warm body.

"Can you put some clothes on?"

Kira pursed his lips, apparently deep in thought. "Yeah, I can do that." He grabbed for the pile of clothing and started getting dressed.

Setsuna watched. "You smell like Kato."

Kira waved the possibility away with a flick of his hand. "No, I only do girls."

Setsuna gritted his teeth. //Only girls? What am I, chop suey?!//

Kira finished getting dressed and kicked Setsuna to get his attention.

"Now, what was it you said you wanted to do with me?"

Setsuna frowned. He was straight, he knew he was straight. He may have let Yoji do some nasty things to him, but in his heart, he still loved Sara.

"Could you..." Setsuna paused, "make me into an okama?"

Kira hid his disgust at the degrading word Setsuna had chosen that reminded him all too much of Arakune. It was very unnerving to be around that demon. Kira had assumed Arakune loved Kurai, but every so often... Kira shuddered. //He was hitting on me! That bastard bishoujo!//

Setsuna came a step closer to Kira, his eyes teasing and his lips barely parted.

"Onegai?" He smirked. //Hopefully this will keep *both* of us away from Sara.//

Kira seized Setsuna by the collar and glared at him. "Don't use language like that on me!"

Alexiel laughed, finding mirth in his anger.

Mollified, Lucifer stared at her for a second, then ducked his head down to bite her lip.

"Yes," he whispered, "I'll make you into the worst okama yet."

-Epilogue-

Sara smiled, catching site of her brother walking alongside that ecchi friend of his. She altered her path to coincide with Setsuna's.

Setsuna, seeing Sara, stepped closer to Kira a spoke in a muted voice, "If you so much as lay a hand on her..." he trailed off, letting the threat hang.

Kira turned head down to regard Setsuna with a steady gaze. He didn't reply.

Sara's smile widened and her eyes sparkled with delight. "Aniki!" She rushed over to him, arm spread.

"Sa..ra..." Setsuna's body shuddered as he reacted to that word. Kira resisted the urge to wrap an arm around the boy's shoulders. He knew Setsuna's only reason for loving him was to develop a resistance to Sara's charms, but he wouldn't help him. //He still doesn't trust me to leave her alone. If he's worried about sexual harassment, he'd best rein in his own lust first.// Kira silently stepped back, freeing Setsuna from his protection.

Setsuna's eye's darted fearfully toward Kira. //No! Come back!//

Sara reached Setsuna and embraced him, her suddenly strong arms wrapping about Setsuna's upper torso constrictively.

"Aniki..." she cooed affectionately.

Setsuna froze, terrified. Her body so close to his... He tried to suppress his arousal, but in vain; he was as hard as steel. //She must feel it... oh God... what am I going to do?//

She looked up at him, her eyes brimming with love.

//She...! How could she not despise me?// Setsuna stared blankly into her eyes as his mind and body excited with the anticipation of mating with this creature. //Why?! Why can't she hate me?!// His eyes flashed as he momentarily regained control of himself. //Why...// He returned Sara's gaze with one of equal love.

"Why can't you hate me...?"

Sara's mouth began to move, and Setsuna watched as her lips framed the words "I love you."

He kissed her.

***

"Chikusho!" Setsuna glared at Kira, his every movement radiating hatred. "You let me kiss her?!"

Eyes wide, Kira stepped backward. His leg met with the foot of the bed. //Damn, this apartment's too small..!//

"Look, Setsuna... You were having fun; I didn't want to interrupt..."

Setsuna or Alexiel, he wasn't sure which, didn't seem to give a shit.

"Fun?!! You think I enjoy being that close to such a fucking *kawai* bishoujo?!"

In his mind, Kira was laughing. //That's definitely Setsuna.//

"You were having fun."

"Like shit I was having fun!"

Now Kira couldn't resist; he started laughing.

Setsuna seized the collar of Kira's jacket in his fist. "Damn you!"

Lucifer's eyes flashed. "I've been damned for quite awhile now."

Setsuna tore the coat off Kira's shoulders and punched him in the gut violently enough to send him reeling backward onto the bed.

Setsuna pounced on him, "Do *not* give me that shit!!"

Kira opened his mouth to reply, but found himself short of breath. He winced. Setsuna's breathing was raspy now; Kira could hear it clearly. He imagined the boy's chest was heaving, the flesh of his abdomen alternately contracting and growing taut. A single drop of moisture fell to land upon Kira's face. He looked up sharply. Setsuna was sweating.

"Dammit, Kira, I love her!" Setsuna's voice broke and he spoke in a lower tone, "I love her."

The salty smell of sweat burned in Kira's nostrils and he gazed at Setsuna, whose chest was indeed heaving, but no longer with fury. The feelings in Kira's heart fought a bloody civil war as he nourished both sympathy and resentment toward Setsuna. He reached upward with his arm and hooked Setsuna's neck, pulling the boy down to where his face hovered mere centimeters above Kira's. Setsuna's lips parted as he regarded Kira with curiosity.

He and Setsuna definitely had a few things to work out... Kira reached upward and wrapped his other arm around Setsuna's waist and pulled downward, pressing Setsuna's lithe body against his own.

Kira grinned at Setsuna's surprise. Whether Setsuna believed it or not, Kira *did* love him, and he now made no effort to hide that fact, forcing Setsuna to feel his erection through the layers of clothing they wore.

As Kira watched, Setsuna's mouth moved in speech. His tongue formed a high syllable, then retreated backward with an "r" sound and an uncertain vowel.

"Kira," Setsuna spoke, wide eyed.

Kira's lips touched Setsuna's and his tongue extended into the other's mouth, kissing him gently as his arms held Setsuna firmly to him. Setsuna responded slowly, almost mechanically, to the invader, and the kiss was one you wouldn't expect from this couple: soft and sweet. Kira smiled and kept Setsuna's mouth busy while massaging as much of the boy's skin he as could reach.

Setsuna, conscious of his growing arousal, tried to push away from the bed, but only succeeded in giving Kira an excuse to restrain him further--Kira simply rolled over and trapped younger boy beneath him.

Setsuna inhaled and exhaled slowly, not liking this at all. He was now fully aroused, within Kira's power, and worse yet, he had no idea how the senior would react.

Kira gazed at Setsuna's worried expression, his own eyes neutral. Setsuna needed him to help deal with Sara; he knew that. He also knew that the best way to keep Setsuna's mind away from her was to give him something else to think about.

They stared into each other's eyes awhile longer and Kira wondered exactly how far he could push Setsuna to go in fulfilling the desires evidenced by his erection.

"At this point I'm willing to make a compromise."

Setsuna tilted his head, looking suspicious.

Kira continued, "I'll let you go, but only if you do something for me."

"And what's that?"

Kira paused, studying Setsuna.

"Strip."

Setsuna looked surprised, then smirked, and a nasty gleam shone from his eye. Kira blinked and wordlessly freed his captive, crawling backward off the bed.

Setsuna slipped off the bed and walked across the room. He began to strip. Kira watched him long enough to get a good view of the boy's body, then turned around and started to shed his own clothing.

Setsuna finished undressing and focused his eyes upon Kira. He knew what Kira wanted to do with him; it would be the same as with Yoji. He could sense the older boy's mood; Setsuna was naught but a body for his lust to breed in. Setsuna's eyes hardened at the thought. Gaining a new determination, he approached Kira from behind.

Kira felt strong arms seize him, and in the same instant, felt an erection thrust violently into him. He gasped, his face contorting with the sudden, overwhelming pleasure and pain. Setsuna grinned maliciously, pressing hard against Kira's prostate. The pleasure he wrought from Kira's incapacitation was greater than even the pleasure of being inside the warm body of his friend. He loved the feel of Kira's tender flesh enveloping him, but his love for Kira's pain was dominating.

Kira looked about ready to collapse, and Setsuna, noticing this, forced him toward the bed and drew out of the older boy. Kira was thankful for a soft place to land and immediately collapsed upon the bed. Within a few seconds, Setsuna had pinned him down and straddled him.

"No... Setsuna..."

...but it was too late. Setsuna reentered with a violent shove and began thrusting cruelly, hitting Kira's prostate with precision each time.

Kira reprimanded himself mentally, //I should've known she wouldn't be the same after becoming a guy//.

Setsuna gave a particularly hard shove, and Kira choked on the pain, suddenly finding himself short of breath. Upon the next thrust, he found some air and groaned loudly, hoping Setsuna might detect the distress in his voice and halt the brutal ministrations.

Setsuna's eyes were afire with waning fury, and his chest heaved with exhaustion and exhilaration. Kira felt Setsuna's hard length shove desperately into his battered prostate once more and couldn't handle it any longer. He came, relaxing his muscles and releasing his passion all in one movement.

Setsuna growled angrily as his mate drifted away. He pounded his fists on the bed in frustration, barely missing Kira's head. //Omae wa... #$*!// He thrust once more, then embraced the body of his tired friend and came silently, filling Kira with his love.

Calm now, Setsuna licked Kira's ear affectionately. "Daisuki de yo."

After a few moments, Kira responded with a muffled "Ai shiteru."

-Owari-


Author's notes 'n stuff:

I didn't translate those last two phrases at the top, but "daisuki de" means "I like you a lot" and "ai shiteru" means "I love you." The "yo" is just and extra word, I'm not sure of its exact meaning, but I thought it sounded good after "daisuki de." I probably should've added it onto "ai shiteru" to make everything parallel and all... but I don't care enough about grammar to start doing freaky things to words that sound perfectly fine by themselves.

Ooh... and this is largely irrelevant, but as I was working on that last lemon, I realized I didn't quite remember how to spell the word "prostate" ...and the dictionary was *not* being the least bit helpful... ::glares at the evil dictionary:: I ended up scanning over one of Arigatomina's old fics "And They All Came" for the word. (I found it quite easily...!) This is one of the rare fics where she wrote a bunch of un-canon pairings, and it's totally kawaii... if any of you are Gundam fans, I recommend you read it.

Now it's review time..! Please, please, please review!!! ::grovels shamelessly::

Really, a review would help me a lot... I can't judge my own fics. My opinion is kinda biased. I spent a long time on this fic, (too long, I'm lazy) and I tried to keep the plot consistent form beginning to end, but I'm not sure I succeeded. What do you think? I had originally thought of having the ending consist of a Yoji x Kato and a nasty little trip to the drug dealer, but I figured that would emphasize the all the wrong things. And by then you're sick of them, ne? Kato x Yoji/Yoji x Kato hentai is sooo boring! lol...