X/1999 Fan Fiction ❯ Ten Reasons to Love Somebody ❯ A Wicked Desire ( Chapter 7 )

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Ten Reasons to Love Somebody

 

VII. A Wicked Desire

 

Seishirou towered high over the shimmering lights of the city, surrounded by a fathomless sea of night. A shade darker in his sunglasses, there was little distinction between the stars filling the dark void of the sky and those that were man-made, destined to light the blackening Earth below. As he stood atop the pillar, he might as well have been in the threshold of the heavens. Yet even if he was in the midst of heaven, hell was unfurling before him.

 

Opaque columns of ash and fire scaled over what had once been Sunshine 60 as the building toppled to the ground. The air rang with the hideous shearing of metal, shattering of glass, and splintering of a once proud foundation. From the fiery ruins of glowing smoke, a long flame licked the sky above. In the blink of an eye, the flames betrayed an insidious dragon taking flight above Tokyo.

 

Its roar resonated with Seishirou as a hot gust swept at him from the distant wreckage. And then, Ikebukuro was in shambles. With the show ending, he dropped down from the cross-shaped pillar only to land alongside a silhouette on the rooftop.

 

“I don't appreciate it,” began the Dark Kamui as he emerged from shadows, “when others interfere in my playtime.”

 

Seishirou strolled past him. “And I don't appreciate it when someone else plays with what's mine.”

 

“So you do know that Seal rather well,” remarked Fuuma without any interest in the small revelation.

 

Seishirou gave him a cold smile, and folded his arms. “Long ago…we made a silly bet.”

 

Fuuma smirked back. “I see,” he replied while walking beside the assassin. “A silly bet and nothing more. Strange, though, that it would seem anything but.”

 

“He is still discovering that he remains my prey,” explained Seishirou with a curt inflection in his voice. His games were for his own amusement, and the Dark Kamui's interest in them was something uninvited and tolerated with as much courtesy as he could afford.

 

“And what might you be discovering?” inquired Fuuma.

 

The edges of Seishirou's grin were becoming taut. “I am afraid that I do not know what you mean.”

 

Fuuma chuckled, and leaned against the wall of the building. “I was only curious which one of you it was that had won the bet.”

 

His patience was now running thin at such an insolent question, although he would never show it before the teen. “Subaru-kun belongs to me,” he decided to reiterate to the Dark Kamui, making it clear that they were finished with the subject. He began to walk away once more.

 

“Then you should know…that Dragon of Heaven wanted to lose his eye to be just like you.”

 

Seishirou lost his smile completely. “Be that as it may, you will not touch him again.”

 

Fuuma laughed. “Careful. You almost sound as if you're in love.”

 

For once, Seishirou said nothing, and merely stared at the Dark Kamui with the beginnings of an irritated frown. Fuuma brushed against his shoulder, and departed from the Sakurazukamori. “Deeper still in his heart lies his true desire. And you are the only one who can ever give him that.” He continued to laugh. “His true desire—it's not what you're thinking!”

 

Seishirou watched him leave the rooftop until his last, amused chuckles were out of an earshot. Left alone and speechless, he reassured himself with an emotionless smile. He shook away the Dark Kamui's words, and lit a cigarette.

 

“A true desire,” echoed Seishirou irreverently. He looked up at the ocean of stars, and let a sharp laugh escape in a breath of smoke.

 

Under the same stars, miles away at Imonoyama Mansion, Subaru stirred. He awoke in a dark bedroom to the muted voices in the outside hall.

 

“So how's he doin'?” asked Sorata anxiously.

 

“The doctor says that he'll make a full recovery in a matter of days,” answered Nokoru. “Sumeragi-san is really quite fortunate—his body was covered in cuts and gashes, but none of them were life-threatening.”

 

Arashi's voice interjected on the conversation. “So then, if it wasn't the loss of blood, what made him pass out?”

 

“Most likely exhaustion,” replied Nokoru. “The doctor was amazed that he was able to fight at all in his condition.”

 

“Poor guy—it's really been a rough week for him,” remarked Sorata. “And Kamui said that on top of everything else, he was almost blinded out there.”

 

“Almost blinded?”

 

“Yeah. The Dragon of Earth's Kamui was about to take out his right eye when something stopped him all the sudden. Don't ask me what it was; Kamui never explained it himself. But I guess we outta just be glad that Subaru's alright, and that he's resting now.”

 

Subaru waited for the voices to trail away, and watched the shadows at the foot of the door vanish. His head was spinning faster each second he recollected what had happened at Ikebukuro—the battle, the hot splashes of pain, but above all in his thoughts was the flurry of sakura petals.

 

Seishirou had stopped the Dark Kamui from blinding him; he was watching over him after he had fled from the rooftops. Why would he do that; why would Seishirou take such measures to protect him after all that was said and done between them? The questions made him restless and desperate so that he would not find peace until he saw Seishirou again. He had to find him regardless of his current injuries.

 

But it was not just that Subaru needed to see him—he wanted to see him. Fuuma had opened his eyes to this unsettling truth. In spite of everything, he wanted to be with Seishirou, in his arms, buried in his chest, and he acknowledged this zealous desire with a dull ache in his heart. It was a sinful longing, and it did not come without guilt and self-loathing. Nevertheless, Subaru knew that it consumed his heart.

 

When he first shifted out of bed, he ignored the sting of all the cuts he had suffered to realize that something warm clung to his left arm. Kamui lightly slept over him at his bedside, his face wrought with concern.

 

Subaru gazed at him in remorse. He had made the boy worry once again over him, and what he was about to do would only worsen matters. But he knew that he had to leave the mansion at once, despite how selfish of him it was. Slowly, Subaru pulled himself free from Kamui.

 

He then winced against the pain in his arms as he gently lifted him into the bed, and covered him with the sheets. He knew that tomorrow morning Kamui would awake alone in that bed, and be filled with panic. Yet this Subaru could not help, and he walked away from the slumbering boy.

 

At the corner of the bedroom, he found his tattered and bloodied clothes folded over the chair. He hastily rid himself of the soft robe he had woken up in, and redressed, mindful of the tight bandages that now wound all over his skin. He quietly turned to the window, and lifted it open. A cool, nocturnal breeze rushed into the room, and reawakened Subaru to what he was doing.

 

He looked over the unlit campus from the second story window, and knew that he was risking more than his health in this mad escape. But the time for thinking was past, and he knew that he could no longer hesitate. He jumped from the window, and staggered upright from the fall until he was once again in a desperate flight.

 

He did not know exactly where he was running to or if his legs would continue to sustain him as he hurried out of Clamp Academy into the dark corners of the city. He knew nothing of what drove him forward, only his conviction that he must find Seishirou. Everything else was a blur outside his heart and mind.

 

When he sprinted past the gates of Ueno Park a gust soaked in the aroma of sakura engulfed him. In the rare strands of silver moonlight that spilt through the throngs of clouds, Subaru had seen nothing of the Sakurazukamori. Nonetheless, this was the only place he knew where to find him. It was his one hope.

 

In the flowery breeze, he never felt cold. There was a lingering warmth in the wind, and that was enough to keep him running and searching. Only when a shadow beneath one of the sakura trees materialized before him did Subaru's legs slow. His pulse stalled, and he found himself with nothing to say.

 

Seishirou had been smoking against the tree, occasionally gazing at the wispy clouds, and taking in the remaining scent of death from the destruction only hours ago. When he saw the slender form of his prey emerging from the darkness, he was certain that it was an illusion. Not even three hours had elapsed since the battle at Sunshine 60, and Subaru, no doubt, was with his comrades, still unconscious. But the Sumeragi did not vanish with the blink of an eye, and he knew that he could not be imagining it.

 

He put out the cigarette, and leaned forward from the tree. “Now what brings you here at this hour, Subaru-kun?”

 

Subaru tried to say any of the countless thoughts that had run through his mind, but the words had slipped from him. Seishirou had asked the one question he knew he could not answer. “I…”

 

To see you.

 

To touch you.

 

To hear your voice.

 

None of it he could bring himself to say, and he lowered his eyes to the ground. “…don't know.”

 

Seishirou began to walk toward him, his head shaking in disappointment. “You ought to be resting by the looks of it. Or are you having trouble sleeping, Subaru-kun?”

 

“You…” started Subaru uneasily. “…were watching the entire time at Ikebukuro. And you…you protected me.”

 

He continued his approach while trying to study the strange expression over Subaru's face. “Did you forget? I told you once that I would always find you, Subaru-kun. That I would always be there.”

 

Subaru glanced up, finding himself staring wide-eyed into Seishirou's sunglasses. “W-why?”

 

“Why?” repeated Seishirou. Why had he interrupted the battle so suddenly? To hide any of his hesitation, he lifted up the Sumeragi's chin, and smiled at those confused, jade eyes. “Isn't it obvious?”

 

Subaru held his breath, not daring to speak as Seishirou's mouth edged close to him.

 

“Because,” answered Seishirou at a whisper. “You belong to me.”

Subaru felt the air sharply rushing out of his lungs in disappointment, as well as the overwhelming urge to smack Seishirou as he always did. Nothing had changed; Seishirou did not love him or regard him as anything more than a toy. And yet he wondered why instead of delivering the desired blow to the Sakurazukamori that he was locked in his arms, fervently kissing him.

 

Seishirou welcomed his supple mouth, and quickly seized control of the kiss by pushing his tongue against Subaru's. The Sumeragi's only response was a soft moan that invited him to explore his prey further. His hands glided over his hips and firmly squeezed, but Subaru made no sound or movement of protest. He broke away from his swollen lips, and trailed kisses down Subaru's delicate neck.

 

Seishirou was unable to tear himself from that beautiful, slighter body; Subaru's skin was a luscious treat under his lips, and the breathless moans that sounded as his palms rolled up and down his thighs held him spellbound and thirsting for more. His hand slid over the front of Subaru's jeans, and tenderly brushed the forbidden spot. Almost immediately, Subaru squeaked and broke away.

 

Subaru's face was hot and crimson. “Stop! N-no!” To his surprise, Seishirou removed his hand and eyed him impatiently. He swallowed hard against the waves of fire the simple touch sent hurtling through his spine, and kept his reluctant gaze to the ground. “I mean no…n-not here.”

 

Seishirou smirked at him, making him think twice about his words. “Then somewhere more comfortable?”

 

He said nothing as the color in his face deepened. He jumped when Seishirou removed the torn coat off his shoulders, and folded it under his arm.

 

“We can't have you wandering on the streets covered in blood.” He studied the bandages wrapped around Subaru's naked arms, and thoughtfully removed his black coat to cover his prey.

 

Subaru did not say a word. He had no idea what to say after he agreed to the unthinkable. Seishirou was leading him away from the sakura trees and into the radiant city. It all seemed surreal—Seishirou holding his waist, occasionally kissing the side of his face when no one paid attention. It was only when they arrived in front of a hotel door that Subaru realized what he was doing, and more disconcertingly, that he could not find the resolve to back away.

 

He was a puppet being pulled along into the lobby, dazed and quiet, needing Seishirou to lead him forward. He wanted this; he wanted Seishirou, despite all of the ashamed misgivings that remained in the back of his head.

 

“One night,” spoke up Seishirou to the hotel attendant. His voice lured Subaru partially out of his spell. “Or, maybe two…if things should become interesting, that is.”

 

Subaru turned the shade of a beet, and he tried to shout angrily at Seishirou's shameless declaration to the lobby. The urge rekindled in him to kick the other man, but he was silenced as Seishirou pinched the top of his thigh.

 

With a flustered and somewhat frightened expression, the attendant took Seishirou's credit card, and slid the room key over the desk.

 

He took Subaru's hand. “Shall we?” he inquired with a rich, dark voice that made the other's blood tingle.

 

Shooting him his best glare, Subaru allowed himself to be guided away from the lobby and down the hall. In front of the door, Seishirou snatched his waist, and hungrily kissed his mouth. Caught by surprise, Subaru tensed, but then nearly fell into his arms as he slid the key card through the door.

 

“This is your first time,” said Seishirou. There was no need for him to question that Subaru was unspoiled. He chuckled at the embarrassed glower Subaru sent him.

 

“I might just change my mind,” he threatened. They both knew that this would not be the case, but Subaru had no desire to spend the rest of the night being incessantly teased and insulted.

 

Seishirou gave him a quick kiss. “Then I'll be sure to make this enjoyable so you don't.” He caressed Subaru's cheek, and led him into the room.

 

His heartbeat raced, and he felt light-headed when his green eyes settled over the large bed at the center of the room. He knew that if he protested enough, he could escape from the situation. He could run out of the room, and once again elude Seishirou. And yet his legs were rigid—come what may, Subaru was no longer going to run from his desires.

 

He knew that this was his decision. He just wished that his stomach did not feel so shaky.

 

He jumped at the thud of the heavy door coming to a close, and his face flushed as he gazed between Seishirou and the bed. Seishirou, meanwhile, delighted in observing Subaru as he fidgeted where he stood. He kept his eyes locked on his prey as he stepped out of his shoes.

 

Swallowing hard, Subaru did the same, although his hands were beginning to shake as he unfastened his boots. When Seishirou was closing in on him, he hastily removed the black trench coat, and handed it back to its owner.

 

Seishirou took it, and indifferently tossed it to the floor. His smile turned predatory. “Now then, Subaru-kun…”

 

He skittishly backed up against the wall. Subaru cursed himself for his sudden wave of nerves; despite his efforts to remain collected, a muffled squeak escaped him when Seishirou grabbed his waist and gently pinned him to the wall.

 

His single honey eye snickered at him. “You're nervous; that's so adorable.”

 

“Seishirou—” Subaru's words melted into an incoherent moan as his lips were stolen in a kiss. It felt as if fire was being breathed down his body, reducing him to molten liquid in the other man's arms. He held on tight to Seishirou's shoulders, fearing that any second he might slip to the floor. Yet in the kiss, his anxiety dissolved away so that he did not notice at once that Seishirou's lips had moved to suckle ear.

 

He brushed his hot tongue over the shell of Subaru's ear as the Sumeragi closed his eyes and shivered. The flesh of his earlobe was soft and cold as Seishirou breathed over it. He watched as the corners of Subaru's pink lips arched into a pleasured smile under his attention. Subaru was still beautiful whenever he smiled, even more so at that moment with his eyes lit with such ecstasy.

 

He took the bottom of Subaru's ear between his teeth, and grinned at the loud moan that left his prey. Subaru quivered against him, valiantly trying to remain on his feet as Seishirou continued his drawn out torture on him. Entertained by this useless endeavor, Seishirou gave him another deep kiss. Almost at once, his knees buckled, and he fell against him with a faint moan.

 

Instead of breaking away, Seishirou kept pressing himself over Subaru's pliant lips. He cupped his bottom, and Subaru instinctively drew his legs around his waist. With the Sumeragi now secure in his arms, he spun him away from the wall and in the direction of the bed. But as Seishirou did this, he found himself just as breathless and dizzy as Subaru, and the two unceremoniously fell to the bed.

 

The impact reawakened Subaru's wounds, and he opened his eyes with a hiss. The pain reverted him back to his forgotten anxiety, and he squirmed away from Seishirou until his back collided with the headboard. Seishirou enjoyed his wide-eyed expression; he was like a cornered animal anticipating the moment he was to be tasted, and the assassin was not going to delay in his kill.

 

He crawled to the top of the bed to straddle Subaru's hips, and began rapaciously laying kisses over the nape of his neck. His fingers brushed over the tattered black t-shirt that clung to his prey's chest. The cloth was no more than a bloodied rag, and Seishirou had no trouble pulling down the front zipper and ridding Subaru of his shirt.

 

However, when he looked over the Sumeragi's exposed chest, he found himself hesitating. Nearly every inch of creamy and gorgeous flesh was covered in bandages or bruises. While none of the injuries had reopened in their foreplay, Seishirou noticed for the first time how gravely pale he was. He knew at once that it would be dangerous to make love to Subaru the way he intended.

 

Subaru blushed under Seishirou's long gaze at him, feeling more self-conscious with each elapsing moment. Biting the bottom of his lip, he timidly took one of the Sakurazukamori's hands, and traced it over the wrappings on his shoulder.

 

“Nervous, Seishirou-san?” he dared, provoking a man that needed no provocation. He whined as Seishirou sucked at his collar bone.

 

“You should be resting,” remarked Seishirou as his lips traveled down each rare area of exposed skin.

 

Subaru impatiently tried to loosen Seishirou's tie. “No rest for the wicked,” he replied.

 

Seishirou chuckled. “And how is my Subaru-kun wicked?”

 

He glared back. The devastating truth was that there was no better word for what he was. He was sleeping with his sister's killer, knowingly and shamelessly. There was no good in him for giving into such a horrible temptation. With that knowledge, he did not turn away. “Like this.”

 

Emboldened by his previous show of initiative, he pulled him close, and bit at his ear. Seishirou smiled at Subaru's bravado. He was inexperienced and awkward even at this simple act, but Seishirou savored the Sumeragi's tender breath over him.

 

Subaru continued until he was beginning to feel ridiculous under Seishirou, and he gave him a withering look. “What?” he growled as Seishirou held in a bout of laughter.

 

“You need help with the tie,” he snickered.

 

Painfully aware that his fingers were still fumbling with the black tie, he tightened it around Seishirou's neck, threatening to strangle him. “Quit teasing me.”

 

“What's wrong, Subaru-kun?” cooed Seishirou as he reached up, and effortlessly relieved himself of the necktie. “Do the wicked not like to be teased?”

 

Before Subaru could shoot out a reply, he bent over the Sumeragi's nipple that was left exposed through the bandages and licked.

 

“A-aah, Seishirou-san!” he cried back through a veil of irritation and pleasure. As he continued to be played with, Subaru managed to push off Seishirou's shirt, but this was as far as he was allowed to go in undressing the other man.

 

Seishirou bent lower over Subaru's stomach where there were no bandages, but a large bruise forming. This was where the Dark Kamui had brutally kicked him, and it was obvious that by daylight the entire spot would be livid and dark. He gently brushed his lips over Subaru's abdomen, and listened for the whimpers that sounded at the contact. He ran his tongue in a straight line up and down the unfortunate bruise, and then focused his attention on his prey's navel.

 

Subaru's back arched, and he let out a low yip when he probed his wet tongue into the dip of his belly button. As Subaru's breathing became more burdened with his cracking self-control, Seishirou placed one hand over the small of his back while the other began unfastening the top button of his black jeans.

 

Subaru jerked back his hips, and cried out an indignant protest. Seishirou beamed at how his blush somehow deepened in color.

 

“I believe they may be becoming rather uncomfortable,” he remarked while tracing a finger along the swelling erection constrained beneath the thick layers of clothing. Without waiting for a response, he gave him a hard kiss on the lips, and pulled down the jeans along with Subaru's boxers.

 

His prey squeaked and squirmed as he finished undressing him. Naked underneath Seishirou, he felt as if all the cold air was rushing at his body.

 

“So shy, my `wicked' little Subaru-kun. But that feels better, doesn't it?” coddled Seishirou. Subaru looked at him reproachfully as he stared down in awe of the Sumeragi. He was breathtaking, sprawled beneath him and fully aroused with a scarlet blush sprayed over his face. “You're very beautiful,” he complimented with hidden relief that there were not as many bandages over his legs.

 

“Seishirou-san, don't—aaah!” Subaru choked as Seishirou lowered himself against his abdomen, and pried apart his legs.

 

He nibbled at the crevice of Subaru's inner thigh, and savored the muffled scream that resulted as his prey twisted in pleasure. “Don't what?” he purred between nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. He brushed a finger along Subaru's manhood.

 

“D-d-don't-don't-SEISHIROU-SAN!” he screamed as Seishirou squeezed, and he bucked his hips up. “Don't s-stop!”

 

Seishirou pinned his thighs back over the bed, and grinned. “I wouldn't think of it.”

 

Subaru howled when he positioned himself over the hot, wet arousal nestled between his legs, and zealously kissed. Seishirou loved the screams and squeals that left his plaything and the tormented syllables of his name that rushed from Subaru's throat. That strangled voice was more erotic than anything, and it fueled him as he avidly tasted Subaru.

 

At last, Subaru's spine curved up against his lapping, and he shrieked as all the pressure that swelled within him burst. Seishirou gazed at those emeralds as they became lost in the haze of pleasure, and noted all the beauty that was purely Subaru—every detail of his glazed expression as his prey orgasmed for his first time. In satisfaction, he swallowed.

 

Subaru slumped back to the mattress with a relieved moan. He was finally being overcome with the exhaustion of both pleasure and the agony of his injuries. Subaru was moments away from either falling asleep or passing out. Seishirou pulled him into his arms, and he obliged by curling up against him.

 

Seishirou brushed a hand over his right eye. Both emeralds were bright and shimmering in afterglow. “Why did you ever want to lose this?”

 

Subaru could only gaze back, wanting to say and do so much as he lied against Seishirou. He felt so warm and soothed in his arms, yet remorseful and bitter, too. He was torn and whole at the same time, and did nothing to change it. With the last of his strength fading from him, he closed his eyes, and drifted to sleep with Seishirou's sweltering breath on his neck.

 

And the most important things were left unspoken.