X/1999 Fan Fiction ❯ Soothing Nightmares ❯ Soothing Nightmares ( Chapter 1 )

Soothing Nightmares

Disclaimer: Belongs to CLAMP, not me and I make no money from this work of fanfiction at all. Takes place before Rainbow Bridge in a rough timeline... although this is more PWP than anything.

Kamui shuddered, locked in his nightmares of what was.

He watched his mother burn as he ran towards her- and he could never get there. If he ever did, he was always too late.

He screamed as his oldest friend and protector, Fuuma, smiled without guilt as he stabbed his own sister through the heart with his Divine Sword- then watched her fall apart like a broken doll when he pulled the wires tight.

He could only watch...

Then came the dreams of what could be.

He saw the Dragons of Heaven looking to him for guidance, and he could offer none. He watched Subaru die at the hands of his most beloved person... He saw the others die waiting for him to defeat Fuuma, when all he could do was stand there naked before the destruction awaiting.

Cold- he was so-

Warmth wrapped itself around his shoulders as a voice crooned tunelessly into his ear, distracting him from the wasteland before him. Kamui breathed in relief as his nighttime rescuer arrived... that unknown person who would hold the fears and doubts away so he could rest. Subconsciously he knew someone had to be doing this- because he'd been able to sleep whole nights for the past month, when he'd been barely able to manage half. Yet at the moment all he could do was bask in the feeling of being held even though he could not see this protector of his. In the morning, he would be gone and Kamui wouldn't remember until the next night.

Soothing nonsense rambled endlessly as he was rocked, his hair petted and back rubbed. Those hands felt good to him... so good... He groaned, this time arching into those hands, almost purring. Indulgently those hands smoothed over the exposed strip of skin at his waist from where his shirt had ridden up, and he started to pant as he wriggled, trying to get those hands to go down, slipping under his boxers and skirting over the hairline-

Then they stopped moving, completely still. So did the voice. Kamui whimpered again, writhing, wanting more. Arching his back, he rubbed his slender backside against the solid body wrapped around his, and he was rewarded with a soft gasp.

"No, Kamui," the voice was finally coherent, but choked with desire- and a familiar Kansai twang.

Kamui's eyes snapped open, and he rolled over, away from Sorata. His violet eyes stared at the Kouya monk, clad in t-shirt, boxers and socks, lying on his bed. Sorata's eyes closed tightly as he breathed out, and got up.

"Sleep well, Kamui," the taller teen didn't meet his eyes. He walked to the door, shoulder slumped, his body language of both acceptance and despair. "I'm sorry."

His hand reached out for the door, fingertips grasping-

"Wait," Kamui breathed, his voice barely a whisper. Sorata stopped, not looking back yet, but making no more moves to leave.

"You're the one whose been... making sure I sleep?" He didn't add 'Holding me as cry? Fighting back the nightmares? Making me warm?'

The shadowy blob of Sorata nodded his indistinct head. Kamui sat up, wrapping himself in his blankets. His violet eyes glowed in the faint light.

"Would you please," Kamui didn't recognize his voice as it cracked. "Stay?"

Sorata seemed to take forever turning around, but when he did, his face was carefully blank. "Why?"

"I don't," the smaller teen swallowed hard. "I don't want you to go."

Sorata's brown eyes widened and he crossed back to Kamui in a few silent, slow strides. "You don't?" His voice held a painful hope. Kamui reached out and took his hand, and trembling, pulled him on to the bed. Awkwardly Kamui crawled into his lap, before burying his face in Sorata's white t-shirt.

He felt Sorata's arms curl around him, rubbing his back soothingly. Kamui inhaled, and pulled back. Wondering what insanity had taken him- he darted forward, putting a hard, quick kiss on Sorata's barely parted lips.

The two boys stared at each other for a moment, before leaning towards each other to kiss again. Kamui's eyes closed, and he could remember the feel of this body from so many dreams and nights before, the smell... now he was tasting him. Sorata tasted like toothpaste- he must have brushed his teeth before coming to check on him.

Oh gods... this was what he had started dreaming about earlier but had woken up from- making love to his protector. Only now he was awake.

And it was Sorata of all people.

At the moment though, it could have been Seishirou and he wouldn't have cared.

Kamui's own shirt was quickly pulled over his head, as he tilted his chin back to let his throat be suckled, and his collar bone was brushed over. Kamui rolled his hips against his lover's... His lover...

The young Seal looked up at Sorata, and froze for a moment. He never imagined he'd be looking at Sorata in such a way... but he brushed his fingers over the stubble on the Kouya monk's face, and wondered if he would ever want anyone else like this.

They kissed again, and Kamui felt Sorata's hand slip inside his boxers to cup his groin. Kamui's back arched like a bow, into that hand as he stroked Kamui's hardening cock. Even as he gasped, his head rolling back, Kamui felt Sorata's own desire stabbing into his thigh.

I'll die for the one I love- that's the future. Sorata's words echoed through Kamui's mind as Sorata pulled back, looking down at him with adoration and love, to peel down the smaller teen's boxer shorts. Kamui flushed, and tears blurred the already dark room... For a moment he thought he was still asleep when Sorata disappeared from view- only to feel the monk's mobile lips slide over his slender erection and suckle.

His thighs jerked and twitched as Sorata ran his tongue along the vein on the underside, using his teeth to graze.

"Sooo- Sora," the delicate teen breathed, grabbing Sorata's hair, feeling his muscles start to clench as he felt his balls tighten to release.

He didn't notice that one of Sorata's hands were starting to work its way up to his puckered hole, massaging gently but not entering.

Kamui convulsed, nearly ripping out double handfuls of Sorata's hair as he came. His Sora tried to swallow most of it, but some still slipped out his mouth and ran down his chin. A few long licks later, and Sorata pulled back, looking down at his handiwork.

The Chosen One was limp, sweating, with a bemused, lazy smile on his face as he gazed back at the monk, his boxers hanging from one foot, legs spread wantonly. Leaning in he kissed Kamui, their lips slowly caressing in Kamui's afterglow. Sorata pulled back, biting his bottom lip to get up. Kamui grabbed his shoulders

"You're going?" Kamui was confused. Sorata shifted his weight around.

"Kamui... I... you know-" he choked. Kamui looked at the nice bulge in his boxers, and he sat up, blushing as he realized what Sorata was wanting but didn't know how to ask for. Shivering, he wondered if he was ready for this... and closed his eyes. All he saw was Sorata there- and the realization that if they didn't do this tonight, they could very well die tomorrow and never get the chance.

Smiling, Kamui rolled them over, kissing Sorata deeply before getting up and clumsily getting to the bathroom- and knocking over several things before finally finding a bottle of lotion. Shivering, he stumbled back. Stepping into a puddle of moonlight, he felt Sorata's eyes on him as the silver light gilt his pale form. In the dark, he could barely make out the larger teen's form, but he could tell that Sorata had rid himself of his remaining clothing, and Kamui gulped.

Sora sat up, and offered his hand to Kamui, who grasped it, letting himself be pulled in.

"You want to do this?" Sorata mumbled into Kamui's hair.

"Baka. Of course I do- I wouldn't have gotten," he presented the bottle, which Sora solemnly took. Kamui wiggled on to the bed again, and got on all fours, presenting his beautiful, slender ass to his lover, who swallowed hard.

"Kamui- I've never done this before," Sorata begun uncertainly, scooting over to trace his fingers over that gorgeous backside. Kamui didn't look backwards, but he could feel one of Sorata's calloused fingers tracing down the cleft, and encircling the puckered rim. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Sora," Kamui thought he would go mad soon. "I'm want this," he nearly croaked. "You want it. I want you, baka. You can't hurt me worse than I already have been hurt, and," he turned and smiled gently at the monk, who was hesitating to push his finger in. "If you don't fuck me now, I am going to blow up this building and join the Chi no Ryou."

Sorata gaped at him for a heartbeat- before laughing out loud, and kissed the small of Kamui's back. He coated his stiff member with lotion, then slowly pushed a well slicked finger inside and probed around for something.

Kamui's eyes had gotten wider and wider as his legs trembled with the surprise feeling of having something going IN him, instead of out. He nearly pushed against it but managed to relax- in time to jump as stars lit behind his eyes.

"I think I found your prostate," Sorata sighed with relief. Another finger entered Kamui's ass, but, considering the pain he'd endured, this was a bare sting. A third finger was pushed in and they were scissored, and Kamui nearly purred when they were pulled free. He wanted this now- he was sure of it. Sorata pulled Kamui into his lap, facing away from him, and guided his cock to Kamui's hole, and Kamui sat down hard, grunting in momentary pain.

Both boys were breathing hard, on their knees, sweat gleaming in the moonlight as the paused.

'Kamui, I love you, you know," Sorata nuzzled his hair, and encircled his still soft penis in a lotion and sweat slicked hand. Kamui gasped as Sorata started to thrust, carefully at first, trying to find Kamui's prostate- and did. He keened, reaching back to grab hold of Sorata's hair to keep their bodies locked together as they started to push and slide and pound against one another. Any pain Kamui had felt at his body's invasion was replaced by the delicious feeling of being filled, of listening to Sorata's harsh, needy pants, hot and heavy on his ear. He groaned and arched his back, nearly dragging Sorata down, as he his prostate was stroked over and over again, insistently pulling his whimpers from his throat.

Kamui felt Sorata straining behind him, his hand still jerking him off, kisses and nips coming from his mouth- and Kamui grabbed Sorata's chin to give him an open, sloppy kiss before he screaming into his lover's mouth, cream covering his beloved's hand- and Sorata's pumping sped up for a few moments before Kamui felt Sorata's seed spurt inside him, filling him, and they fell to the side, as Sorata's hips still jerked back and forth for a few moments, riding out his orgasm.

"Sorata," Kamui felt the other Seal slowly pull out of him, and he rolled over to face him. "Next time you sleep with me," he let the double meaning sink in, before resting his head on Sorata's shoulder, flinging and arm and a leg over him possessively, surprising the Kouya boy. "Don't leave before I wake up?"

Sorata's huge answering grin and kiss was all the reply he needed, before the fell asleep in the after sex glow... for a moment, content with the world.

"Sora-chan," Kamui whispered before they finally drifted off. "I love you too."