X/1999 Fan Fiction ❯ Payback ❯ Kidnapped ( Chapter 1 )

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Payback

“Let me go, Fuuma,” Kamui said with unusual calmness.

“You’re in no position to be making demands,” Fuuma replied coldly. Something was strange about Kamui’s manner. He was calm. Too calm, Fuuma thought, to be in this position. He had pulled the smaller boy out of the crowd into a narrow, dark, dank alley. He held Kamui’s hands above his head in one of his. His knee was between Kamui’s legs and his face was so close to the other boy’s that he could feel the other’s breath. He’s breathing so slowly and steadily, he thought. I can normally get him a little more worked up. Fuuma freed Kamui’s left hand and leaned down to nibble his neck. He has such a pretty neck, he thought again. Wait. Is he giggling?

Kamui was giggling. He had always, secretly, liked this sort of attention. He didn’t particularly like his hands being pinned, but the closeness and the knee between his thighs…he was surprised Fuuma had never noticed his reaction. Stop teasing and take me already, will you! he yelled at Fuuma silently. He leaned his head forward while Fuuma’s head was down and licked his earlobe.

“Huh?” Fuuma was surprised, to say the least. “What was that?”

“Um, I licked your ear. What, you didn’t like it?”

“You’ve lost your mind.”

“No. You know I still love you. And it seems like it’s going to be awhile before I get the real Fuuma back, so, for now, I’ll take what I can get. Unless you don’t want me.”

Kamui could be incredibly seductive when he wanted. It was a very innocent, unconscious seductiveness, but he was seductive nonetheless. Except, Fuuma thought, he’s learned how to use it consciously. Fuuma released Kamui from the wall, but kept his wrist in his hand. He still leaned close to his neck. “You realize I won’t be gentle with you. You realize I want to break you.”

“Yes. I realize you wouldn’t be gentle with me. That is, if you had a choice in the matter.” Just then, a hand holding a cloth wrapped around Fuuma’s mouth. He clapped his hands over the one covering his mouth and nose, but couldn’t pull it away. His vision was beginning to blur. Vaguely, he heard Kamui’s voice; “How does it feel to be the one that’s helpless?” Then he blacked out.