X/1999 Fan Fiction ❯ A Thousand Words ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Not mine! NOT. MINE. T.T

Warnings: This is a LEMON fic, graphic SxS yaoi (and somewhat dark as well) If this is something that bothers you, or you are underage, for the love of God and all that is holy, don't read!

This is another reposted gem of my ffnet troubles. I think it was this one that got me kicked out my first time at ffnet. For obvious reasons, I `spose.

Kyou-chan

A Thousand Words

Tokyo glimmered like a swarm of fireflies under the arch of a pale moon. In the distance there was peace and tranquility in the flickering lights, as though each sleepless building was a drop of stardust shed from the waning moonlight.

Of course, in the heart of it, there was anything but peace—it was blaring, chaotic and the air was toxic and dizzying. And through this swarm these fireflies, like mere insects, struggled on through the night, thriving in the poison they were responsible for. But all poisons reach the heart, one way or another, and even the defiant firefly would suffocate in its own luminescence.

Perhaps that was why beautiful things were best viewed from a distance. Unmarred, unspoiled, there to let one's own imagination muse little lies about its perfection. For Sakurazuka Seishirou there were no little lies, because he was the one to mar the thing he thought to be the most beautiful and thus make it unequivocally perfect. That, of course, was not to say the need to view it was eliminated.

No, the more perfect his plaything became, the more he succumbed to the need to observe, until need became want, and want grew into untamable lust. This night would prove that quite clearly.

It was intriguing how the simple human act of sleeping was an accomplished art for the Sumeragi. The way that his arms curled just right at his head and stomach, and how his milky legs scintillated exposed under the silver moonlight brought an appreciative smile to the assassin's face.

It had not been a particularly warm night in Tokyo, but the soft bed sheets were overturned to reveal Subaru's slight form rising and falling. The young man only wore a pair of boxers against the pure canvas that was his flawless skin, an unusual but delicious sight for the Sakurazukamori.

Even in the privacy of his own home, Subaru remained extremely modest, as though the sight of his own body repulsed him. Seishirou thought quite the opposite, and briefly speculated what had brought this rare treat before his eyes. A slight frown creased the Sumeragi's expression, indicating that it must have been rather difficult for him to fall asleep. Perhaps hours of endless writhing in bed convinced him to shed the usual pair of wrinkled jeans that clung to his waist. Seishirou grinned; Subaru certainly looked more comfortable without them.

He kept an even gaze of his prey while taking in the scent of the small apartment room. At Subaru's bedside unlit candles and small flasks of oil sat, waiting for their use in various ceremonies. Each held a unique aroma whether that of vanilla, lavender, mint or sweet flowers.

Cigarette smoke mainly overshadowed the air, but it was because Subaru had been the one to smoke them that it smelled sweet and fragrant. Subaru had the scent of exotic spices and soothing tea— something that not even the rancid smell of cigarettes could completely mask.

He wondered, as he often did with amusement, what had caused the adorable and innocent onmyouji to pick up such a nasty habit. Whatever the reason, it tended to be a stiff reminder that this Subaru-kun was no longer so naïve. He was not a timid boy anymore; under the moonlight it was clear that he had blossomed into a beautiful young man, still innocent and gentle, but nonetheless a man.

This was even more obvious when with a small moan, Subaru unconsciously shifted into a more seducing position. The small of his back arched forward causing the waistband of the dark boxers to slip lower, barely exposing him to predatory eyes.

Seishirou's eyebrow lifted, undeniably turned on by his prey's new position. Quickly images of his Subaru-kun squirming beneath him rushed through his brain, enticing him to sneak a better view.

He remained in the shadows staring for some time, completely transfixed before the Sumeragi's feminine masculinity, every curve of the man's body more sensual and satisfying than Seishirou envisioned. It was enough to distract his attention from entire reason he had snuck into Subaru's apartment in the dead of night.

His smirk widened, threatening a sinister chuckle, when he pulled out a small camera from his trench coat pocket. Tonight he intended to collect a souvenir to sate his lust, if only temporarily. A picture, something so ordinary, held the power to immortalize his prey's beauty. It was his sacred mission to capture a token of the onmyouji's radiance, so that by taking a photograph he was really taking what was his and preserving it for his own satisfaction. And Subaru had unknowingly provided him with the perfect sight.

Yet he frowned to be gazing at the beautiful man only through a simple camera lens. A photograph could not capture the melodic breaths that waxed and waned over his delicate chest. It could not capture the intensity of his dashing heart or the brief changes of expression that hinted over his face a more promising dream world. It would record only his delicious body, but not the spirit that possessed it.

He could no longer be content with a lifeless photograph. He needed, wanted, and lusted for more.

The assassin casually slipped off the shadowy trench coat which thumped to the wooden floor with the weight of the replaced camera. He next undid the buttons of his sharp jacket, his emotionless tie, and then the shoes laces at his feet. Then, with no hesitation he found himself at the exposed Sumeragi's bedside.

He indulged himself with a satisfied breath at the touch of the onmyouji's pale flesh. His palm rested just barely over Subaru's silky skin, as though he were about to touch a forbidden relic. What pleased him the most were the tiny gasps that left the younger man when that palm ran against his chest, and explored the crevice of his thigh. What he would give to see inside his prey's dreams right now.

But if simply touching the unconscious man were enough Seishirou would not have gone as far as to climb onto the bed with the Sumeragi so that he could straddle his delicate hips. And if straddling were enough, Subaru would not have awoken with a pair of lips pressed over his own.

Subaru bolted awake with an undignified yelp, at first terrified to awake into a kiss with a shadowy figure positioned on top of him. That terror turned into mortification, however, when he recognized the familiar honey eye staring into him. He immediately tried to break away from the other man's famished mouth, but Seishirou had his shoulders pinned until the fullness of the kiss had been achieved.

The look over the Sumeragi's face brought a smug smile to Seishirou. The mixture of confusion, fear, hatred, embarrassment and far too many other emotions to name was priceless, that it was almost more tempting of a picture than his last pose.

“WHA-What—you—and in my—here—a-and—” Subaru stuttered on like that, much to Seishirou's delight, until an uneasy glance down caused him to notice his exposure. With a horrified gasp he tugged up the waistband of his boxers and glared at his intruder for an answer.

“Konban wa, Subaru-kun. Sleeping well, I trust?” replied Seishirou amiably as he stroked back the onmyouji's raven hair.

In a futile effort to keep his dignity, the red-faced man slapped away the assassin's hands. “What are you doing here? What do you want?” he hissed.

“Do you really need me to tell you that?” purred Seishirou at an inch short of the Sumeragi's lips.

He gave his prey a few moments to open his eyes to the situation, to notice just how the Sakurazukamori had positioned himself over his almost-naked body in bed. Subaru's emerald eyes jumped to twice their size and he turned an intriguing shade of crimson.

“Ah, I see you've caught on,” he whispered in spine-melting voice. Seishirou brushed his mouth against the young man's neck, savoring another involuntary gasp from his plaything.

Subaru instantly hated himself for enjoying the sensation, and fought harder to push off the larger man. “No! Get off me!”

Seishirou paused, but showed no signs of moving from his chosen position. “No? So you are telling me that you don't like it when I do this?” He abruptly thrust his hips forward into Subaru's, taking in the intoxicating sensation of the slighter man's warm thighs grinding against his.

Subaru yipped, and the Sakurazukamori slowly ran his warm tongue along the shell of his ear. “And you don't like this, Subaru-kun?”

The Sumeragi was whimpering plaintively when Seishirou moved his eye back over his blushing face. His jade eyes fought back frustrated tears and an expression of equalled desire. That was all Seishirou needed to begin ravishing the younger man's lips. Finally giving in to his senses, a loud moan rushed from Subaru's mouth.

He leered victoriously. “Or that?”

Subaru was trembling. “N-no…”

Seishirou eyed him curiously. “`No' as in you've been wanting this quite badly, or `no' meaning you are going to scream for the neighbors?”

He gazed back with undisguised pain and torment reflected in his face. “Why are you doing this?”

Seishirou whispered close to his ear. “Isn't it obvious? You're my beautiful little Subaru-kun.”

“I'm not your toy! I don't belong to you!” growled back Subaru indignantly, but his outburst was followed by a sharp gasp when one of Seishirou's hands squeezed possessively at his thigh.

“I would disagree, and so would the markings on your hands, Subaru-kun. You are mine, and I can do as I wish.” And to make his point, he reached down and tugged off Subaru's last article of clothing.

The young man yelped, and flushed deeply, all the while making a pathetic attempt to cover himself as he struggled against his captor. “Get off! I hate you! Leave me alone!”

Seishirou chuckled darkly. “Feisty tonight, aren't we, Subaru-kun? But, you never answered my question… `no' meaning `yes' or `no' meaning `no'…which is it?”

The onmyouji buried his head against the mattress. “…You don't care. You don't love me…so why?”

“Do you really need love to make love, Subaru-kun? What is it but an illusion telling us how to act and feel? Tell me.”

Subaru did the best he could to curl himself up despite the man straddling him. “You're wrong.”

His strong fingers took in the Sumeragi's chin. “Then prove me wrong.”

Tears were now flowing freely down Subaru's face, already the feelings of disgust and hate for himself burning at him for what he did next. In spite of himself, his mouth met Seishirou's. His lips were quivering under the lustful appetite of the older man, who quickly took control of the kiss by sliding his tongue along the sugary walls of Subaru's mouth. Another set of whimpers sounded from Subaru second after second at the invasion of the probing muscle until a lack of air caused them to break away.

Subaru regained his breath to begin playing with the buttons on the assassin's shirt. “I-I could still scream and wake the neighbors…” he threatened half-heartedly.

Seishirou's lip curled. “I expect you to,” he murmured, letting his mouth travel along Subaru's cheekbone to lick at the bottom of his earlobe. A breathless smile materialized over the Sumeragi as the man lightly suckled his ear.

Subaru's fingers clutched the Sakurazukamori's collar when he could not hold in a pleasured moan. “A-aah…Sei-Seishirou-san…”

He responded by breathing warmly over the onmyouji's wet ear. “Yes?”

“Tha-That feels…!” he whimpered away when Seishirou nipped at his neck.

If he nibbled any harder, Subaru's sensitive flesh would have turned red and bruised, but the tiny noises that rushed from the young man were ushering him on. “That feels…?”

“That feels s-s-oooh!” Subaru gasped when his lover turned his concentration over his collarbone. “s-so good!”

The Sumeragi whined submissively when Seishirou lifted his mouth off his shoulder. Nonetheless, he was given the opportunity to recapture his composure enough to unbutton his opposite's shirt, and feel the textured muscles that arched over him. Seishirou closed his eyes, relishing Subaru's timid, inexperienced hands caressing his chest. He smiled to himself when the man's slim fingers hesitated to venture past his ribcage, and took in his blushing expression.

After all this time, his Subaru-kun remained pure and unspoiled—his emeralds clearly gave away his virginity and innocence. Seishirou gazed over his prey's untouched body with newfound desire to devour all that was before him. He realized he would not have it any other way; Subaru belonged just to him, and only he could deflower the beautiful man.

A predatory instinct flooded through him, and he kissed the other man over the lips anew. Subaru happily leaned into his mouth, but was too late to learn that this kiss was anything but sweet and loving. He was too distracted to notice Seishirou's hand crawling lower until the assassin's fingers gripped his inner thigh.

The onmyouji's eyes enlarged and his voice cracked an octave. “S-Seishirou-san!”

Seishirou beamed. “You wouldn't expect me just to admire your innocence, now would you, Subaru-kun?” Instead of removing his hand he began massaging vigorously, forcing the Sumeragi's legs to split apart. His other hand joined the first, this time on the other side, just carefully avoiding the young man's most sensitive parts.

The cracks in Subaru's voice turned into uncontrolled squeaks, prompting Seishirou to lap at one of his nipples. This sent onmyouji writhing in pleasure beneath him. “Do you like this, Subaru-kun? Do you want more?”

He blushed madly, making a feeble attempt to control himself. This merely provoked the assassin to take the other nipple into his teeth and suck hard. Subaru threw his head back. “Oh, yes!”

Seishirou rewarded his prey by letting his fingers softly wander over the Sumeragi's manhood. The loudest of Subaru's squeaks quickly followed.

“My Subaru-kun…you are perfectly beautiful, so beautiful,” he repeated again and again while brushing the younger man's length. “and delectable.”

He tightly held the onmyouji's hips, and eagerly flicked his hot tongue against the inside of his hip. Subaru moaned and squirmed in ecstasy, while his opposite began laying a string of kisses down his milky thigh. Yet each kiss burned more impatience into the younger man, whose need was growing and was purposefully being ignored.

Seishirou's mouth was exploring the other side when he let out a frustrated cry. “Seishirou-san!”

The Sakurazukamori glanced up slyly, pondering whether to give into Subaru's demands or continue playing with him a moment longer. Both had their merits, but he found it much more intriguing to begin unfastening the belt at his own waist to read the other man's flustered expression. He got his desired effect when those gentle green eyes shot open and the color repainted itself over his face. He decided to test that expression a little further by taking both of the man's slim wrists into one hand while binding them with the loosened belt in the other.

The Sumeragi feigned an effort to struggle against this, if only to keep some of his self-respect, but Seishirou's work held his hands tight together, restrained and prone for whatever the older man planned. Surprise and indignity rushed through his mind that he had actually allowed the assassin to bind him, but those thoughts streamed to a wordless halt when he noticed Seishirou pushing down his dark slacks, and with them the restraining boxers. He swallowed hard, trying not to let his eyes wander.

Seishirou smirked under his Subaru's reluctant scrutiny, and resettled himself back over the onmyouji's legs. “Now, my darling Subaru-kun…I hope to hear that scream you promised me.” His fingers fastened over the young man's abdomen, and his mouth slowly took in the tip of his erection.

“OH GOD!” Subaru jerked up his hips, his soft skin tickled by his lover's sleek hair as Seishirou leaned forward to take in more. His wrists scrapped against the bindings, threatening livid bruises, but his only focus was the older man's tongue lapping against him. He could only cry out the name of his opposite, his sister's killer, his master, obsession, hate and love, as if it was the one word he knew. Yet soon the syllables were lost from his cracked and ragged voice, so that every cry was like the shriek of a tormented animal submerged in unspeakable rapture.

Only when it appeared that the young man would not last a moment longer did Seishirou withdraw from him. He turned his eyes over to Subaru's bedside, settling his gaze on one of the flasks of candle oil. His smile quirked at the thought of despoiling the Sumeragi head with the very oils he used in sacred rituals for his clan. Subaru himself was sacred and untouched; his body was chaste and forbidden. Seishirou could not think of a more fitting method.

Subaru was still desperately gasping when the familiar scent of flowery spices flooded into the air. He glanced over to find Seishirou holding one of the bottles, and tried to give out a cry of protest. Of everything that he had let the Sakurazukamori do this would have brought the most shame to him— this his family would look upon him with disgrace. He realized that the assassin was demonstrating a point in such a violation, that he belonged to the man, that he was dominated like a mere plaything. His feelings of rage and degradation reemerged, yet his lover heedlessly applied the oil over his fingers.

Subaru whimpered defiantly as the other man traced an oily finger along his entrance, dragging out every moment before he claimed the virgin for himself. “D-Damn you…” hissed the onmyouji when it became clear that he couldn't, and perhaps did not even want to fight.

This brought a sinister grin to Seishirou's face. “Yes, Subaru-kun. Curse me,” he lifted the Sumeragi's hips to breath languidly over his prey's threshold. Subaru gasped with remorseful pleasure, and Seishirou abruptly pressed a finger into his body. This ignited a painful cry from the young man that only urged Seishirou to explore deeper, stretching the tight and unyielding walls of his plaything.

Subaru tried to twist away from him, but the struggle only encouraged a second and third finger to enter. Seishirou looked over the onmyouji's hurt expression, and thoughtfully brushed his fingers deeper against his most sensitive spot. The angry and humiliated whimpers shifted to grudging moans and yelps from the unexpected pleasure.

He massaged the spot a moment longer with relish at Subaru's ecstatic squeaks, and then his fingers receded. Without wasting time, he applied the oil to himself, and positioned his body against the Sumeragi's. “You are perfection, my adorable Subaru-kun.”

“Shut up,” Subaru growled back, but nevertheless wrapped his legs around the assassin's waist. With a curt laugh, Seishirou thrust his hips forward, and entered Subaru's, hot, tight body with a gratified moan. Subaru cried against the sudden invasion, but the other man found it impossible for him to show any mercy now. His senses went reeling the instant he pressed into the onmyouji's succulent passage, and he could not think past his need to taste the Sumeragi completely. He lost his breath and with it all control when he thrust again, this time deep enough for Subaru to react with the same unrestrained pleasure.

Subaru was now digging his hips in tandem with the man's thrusts, his vision blanking over. Ragged moans were rushing through the air though it was impossible to tell who was crying what as they sped up faster and harder. The sensations were too much to contain within the confines of a body, and the borders between them were breaking away, the two enemies and lovers becoming whole with each pleasured scream and gasp. At last it was too much to control, and Subaru's mind fell into a hot white blur and he came with a shriek. Seishirou followed next with one final thrust when he shouted his prey's name in full ecstasy.

They were falling weightlessly from exhaustion, their hips still grinding against one another until the Sakurazukamori pulled out and lied next to the young man. Subaru had gone quiet beneath him, his face hidden from the man's prying eyes, but he could see that the onmyouji was trembling on the mattress. An unusual calm settled between them, and Seishirou chose to keep silent, regaining control of his jagged breathing instead. When his pulse had tapered down, he curiously sat to study his young lover's snowy body.

Subaru lied against the bed like a broken puppet, only his panting an indicator that he was still conscious. He curled his knees against his chest, as though wishing to shrink so the bedding could swallow him. Seishirou expected that he had been crying to himself, mulling over the perversion he had committed. The assassin observed him with slight intrigue for a minute longer, and then stood to recollect his shed clothing.

Doubtlessly, Subaru heard the other man gathering his things with the intention to simply leave after breaking into his apartment and taking away his virginity. Yet not once did the Sumeragi head make an effort to stop him. In fact, he did not even shift from his curled position. This began to annoy Seishirou when he had finished pulling on his shoes, and the Sakurazukamori treaded at the bedside with a frown. His topaz eye lit with satisfaction to see that his belt was still secured around his prey's arms, and he took Subaru's wrists into his hands.

The onmyouji's hands were quivering in his, but the arms were limp and lifeless as Seishirou unfastened the belt strap. A light whimper escaped the Sumeragi when he nuzzled those bruised wrists with admiration of his work. When he reached for Subaru's chin however, he was slightly taken aback to see two wet emeralds gazing back at him. It was not the fact that they were somewhat reddened with hurt tears, or that they were broken with shame, but there was the slightest spark of a strange emotion Seishirou could not place. Over Subaru's lips were the fragments of a smile.

Although unsettled, Seishirou leered back, and took in the man's lips for another passionate kiss which Subaru melted into with a tired moan. One of his palms ran down Subaru's leg for a last caress, almost threatening to begin again, but his desire had been sated, and he broke away. “You were wrong,” he whispered smugly in Subaru's ear. “There was no love. Nothing, my beautiful Subaru-kun.”

The remark was a direct attack at the young man's heart, but to his exasperation it did not seem to hit home. The haunting green eyes blinked calmly, knowing something that he did not. “No,” whispered Subaru back in a tearful voice. “You were wrong…because…because there was.”

The assassin scowled. What could his prey possibly mean? He would admit he lusted after the beautiful man's perfection, that he even found himself obsessed for a time, but there was certainly no emotion in him before or after.

Subaru closed his eyes sleepily, the exhaustion overwhelming him by now. “Because…I love you.”

Seishirou opened his mouth to say something, but the Sumeragi had already drifted into unconsciousness. He stood uneasily over the sleeping man, unsure of what to say or do for a rare moment in his life. After all the horrible things he had done, and especially how he dominated and tainted the delicate onmyouji, his prey still loved him.

And though the entire act, he had been deceived to believe that he was reviled, that every one of his advances frightened, yet seduced Subaru, that the last thing he could have wanted was to sleep with the man who ruined his life. Subaru's chest rose and fell in a comforted sleep that teased him for not seeing it, and irritated with himself, Seishirou walked away to reclaim his fallen trench coat.

When he turned back to the bed, however, he gazed in amazement at the portrait before him. The moonlight trickled through the glazed window, draping over Subaru's naked body with radiance. The bed had been messed up in the heat of their passion, and Subaru no longer slept quite so innocently.

His hair was untidy, and he slept with a broken grace that made it clear that he had been touched and ravished by his cruelty. But that knowing smile remained over his gentle features, a smile so perfect and beautiful because it held something Seishirou knew he could never have.

This was the truest beauty of Subaru, not that of the untouched virgin he once was, but the affectionate victim of Seishirou's presence. And he had been the one to instill that fine beauty that he expected not to see the same of again. It was inherent to only that moment, only the seconds after such a shattering confession. Truly beautiful. Seishirou wordlessly smiled, and reached into the trench coat pocket.

“Good night, my dearest Subaru-kun,” he whispered through the lens.

Click.

Owari