X/1999 Fan Fiction ❯ True Wish ❯ One-Shot

True Wish

Disclaimer: X/1999 belongs to CLAMP and Kodakawa books and Viz and Pioneer, not me, and I make no money from this work of fanfiction whatsoever.

A/N: This is a PWP and TWT? It was largely an excuse to write a lemon. Might make sense if you think about it but this is partially because I ship some strange couples…

"I know your true Wish," someone whispered in his ear, and suddenly Sorata felt a steel band wrap itself around his chest, and a hand clamp itself over his mouth before he had a chance to cry out.

"I know what it is you want, in your heart."

Sorata froze. He knew that voice. There was only one person it could be…

"You say anything, and I will kill the girl and Kamui."

Sorata held his breath, freezing, then nodded slightly.

"Good boy. You can be smart when you have the right motivation."

Sorata grimaced. The hand came off his mouth. The hand around his chest hand gone down to his stomach, pushing his shirt up and going under, rising to caress his chest, while the other hand had slid off his face, and worked its way down to knead on his ass. He choked. This- this was just wrong-

"Fuuma- what are you-" Sorata was cut off by a hard nip to his ear.

"I am Kamui," he growled, before nipping Sorata's ear again- then mouthing it with his lips and tongue, sending weird tingles down Sora's spine.

"What," the words caught in his throat and he nervously cleared it. "Whatever you say. Kamui. What does my Wish have to do with you using me as a chew toy?"

Sorata wondered if his smart mouth would finally kill him. It seemed likely; he felt Kamui tense behind- then laugh.

"Still using humor as a defense?" he asked, hands still exploring his body. "I know your Wish, so I know you aren't all that you pretend to be… I noticed that when I first met you."

Sorata struggled, briefly, from the almost gently groping, but stopped when the fingers tug into him painfully.

"You love Kamui," Fuuma whispered, and Sorata could feel him smirk. "One of your Wishes is to protect him, and that girl, with your life… and I plan to grant that one, some other time. Another, even deeper Wish… is to love Kamui. You probably hid it from yourself by now…" Fuuma licked Sorata's neck. "I am Kamui. Therefore… I will grant you wish."

"Say WHAT?"

The hands went back to stroking him, concentrating a bit too much on his ass for Sorata's comfort, while the other one found one of his nipple and tweaked it, making it hard. This resulted in Sora struggling more- and Fuuma shoving one of his hands down Sorata's pants to grab his penis and squeezing. The sensation made him yelp.

His mouth was quickly covered again.

"Remember what I said about making noise."

Sora froze. Fuuma would likely keep his word…

"Good boy." The hands began moving over his body again, making the hairs on Sorata's arms and neck stand up and quiver.

"You want this, I can see it," Fuuma whispered, and Sorata tensed up. "Deny it though you may."

Sorata exhaled, and this time deliberately tried to provoke him.

"Are you so desperate for a lay that you'll even use you position to get one?"

His only answer was soft, amused laughter, caressing Sorata's ears.

"Desperate, no. Though I couldn't touch you if you did not wish to feel Kamui-" the fingers on his body, working their way under his clothes, seemed slimmer and more delicate than they had been. Even Fuuma'[s deep voice- it took on the scratchy, familiar tone from Kamui's.

"I couldn't sound like him… or taste like him- if you didn't want it. But I forgot-" he mocked, and Sorata was spun around, grabbed painfully and kissed. It was hot, passionate, and just as suddenly over.

"You don't know what Kamui tastes like, do you? Let me tell you… its sweet. Delicious… and something you will NEVER experience."

"Stop-"

"He loves the Sumeragi. He'll never see you as anything other than a friend. That crazy monk, who was kind to him… but always just a friend. He'll never know those late night fantasies of yours-"

"Stop it!"

"How have dreamed-" and Fuuma nuzzled his throat, taking Sorata's hands and putting them on his chest, which shocked Sorata- to meet bare skin.

His fashion sense really has improved, Sorata thought, more than a little hysterical, staring at Fuuma. He was dressed in only a pair of pornographically tight leather pants, showing off his perfectly sculpted ass and the muscles of his lean legs, not to mention the bulge in the front.

"Dreamed… of touching his skin."

Sorata pulled his hands off Fuuma like he'd been burned. Gods- it hurt, having his little wistful daydreams thrown back at him.

Fuuma didn't like this- so he leaned in, biting Sorata's lips.

"Touch me," he commanded. "You know what will happen if you do not."

Sorata face set itself in a bright red grimace as his fingers awkwardly slid down the other Kamui's chest.

Fuuma chuckled.

"Quit acting like this is a burden," Fuuma shifted to grind one his thighs against Sorata's groin, who wheezed, at the pulse of heat that struck through him.

"You are enjoying this, and you will continue to enjoy it."

Sorata shuddered, his eyes glazing over. Gods, he didn't want it to end like this. Yet, his pride, what little dignity he had left- he retreated, beginning a mantra to cushion himself against the sensations in his body.

Time went hazy-

Then there was a sharp pain as one of his nipples were bit, then twisted.

"No. You cannot hide from me, not like that."

Shudder.

Sorata's brown eyes met Fuuma's golden ones. "Why?"

"Why?" another chuckle. "Why not?"

Sorata wondered when Fuuma had opened up his jeans.

"Since I'm bored… I will answer," was the haughty comment. Sorata wished Fuuma's voice didn't feel like- like velvet and whiskey. It would be so easy-

"Kamui cares about you- much the way he did about the one I was. Not physically attracted, that will always be someone else- but… someone who supports him, I weaken those supports… and he topples. If I were to kill you outright, he resolve would firm. He would become unstoppable."

The Kansai monk started to shake.

"Now… take off your clothes… slowly."

Sorata complied. First his hat, then his ugly yellow jacket, followed by his shirt. All the while, Fuuma's eyes stayed on him, a small, condescending smirk playing on his lips.

"When my old self first saw you… he though you were cute." Sorata shuddered as the smirk widened.

Sorata shucked his pants and shoes, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. He already felt completely naked, anyways, with Fuuma's eyes making him feel like a blow up doll. He was worth only the pleasure to be gained… If he popped, there was no loss.

Finally taking off his boxers, he hoped the heat coming from his eyes weren't tears.

"Not quite what I'd expected," Fuuma said, off hand. He was staring at Sorata's groin. Sorata blushed in shame, especially when the other Kamui stood up, and took his penis in one hand to inspect it.

"Nice shape," he said with all the emotion of someone picking out a cut of meat. "Cut too, surprisingly. Not as thick as I'd imagined, but a decent length… You're also beginning to get hard."

Sorata felt utterly humiliated when he saw that- yes- he was getting stiff from Fuuma's touching.

"But, you have a sweet body… now, touch me."

Woodenly Sorata put his hands on Fuuma's shoulders, while the Kamui continued to play with his cock. When his hands trailed down, the stroking increased. When he paused, the stroking stopped and he would pinch.

Great, he's training me like Pavlov, Sorata groaned, inside. Yet his body responded- he found the places Kamui liked, touching them, and discovering through the same process how Kamui liked to be touched.

Firmly, so it seemed.

And- much to his chagrin- Sorata found that this Kamui had beautiful skin. Smooth, velvety- no blemishes… a shiver went down his back. How would it feel against his lips? When he thought this, Sorata's stomach flipped. How could he be thinking that?
"You can taste me, if you like." Sorata's head shot up, eyes bulging. Fuuma grinned lazily, dropping Sorata's very erect cock to unfasten his pants. They were peeled off him- and Sorata bit his lip.

Fuuma was a clichéd seme. Huge. The organ was bobbing up and down, and Fuuma let out a soft groan as he was freed. There was obviously no underwear- the pants had fit WAY too closely for that…

"Well?" Fuuma asked, and reached out to grab Sorata's head, pushing him down to his knees- though he went without much of a struggle.

It was hard not to stare- then he was all but pushed into it. It smacked his face, and when Sorata opened his mouth, instinctively, to protest, it was stuffed full.

He gagged, but couldn't pull away.

"You know… this is probably the one time in your life that your mouth will be put to a good use. I suggest you make the most of it."

Sorata started breathing through his nose- trying to maintain some control- and not panic.

Fuuma was- hot, inside his mouth. Carefully he pulled back, his lips still on the head, and took a light lick. Salty- but what else would he expect?

Fuuma liked that- or at least his breathing got harder. Sorata lapped at the cock, tempted to bite for a second-

When Fuuma yanked on his hair.

"Hold your mouth- there." Inhaling, Fuuma grabbed Sora's hair and ears, thrusting into Sora's mouth almost brutally- yet he kept it just bearable- he didn't want Sorata to retreat within himself.

"Good-" he hissed. "Boy."

Sorata felt more and more salty precum full his mouth, and drip down his throat- he whimpered.

Fuuma paused. "Now let's get to the main event."

Sorata yelped- he couldn't help it- as he was jerked to his feet and crushed against h wall.

The delicate intimate touches were gone- but so was most of Sora's fight. He opened his mouth willingly for Fuuma- his mouth plundered by his tongue.

I want to fight- but-

There was a pause- and two slicked fingers forced their way inside him, making him flinch. Fuuma smiled.

"You wanted me to take you dry? No, that would have been unpleasant for me, and far more so for you…" His voice was still smooth, despite the probing fingers.

"No- please-"

"Uh-uh. Your body wants this. And so do you." He shifted again, and Sorata could feel his penis head nudge his tight. A few more touches found Sorata's prostate, forcing him into a full erection.

"You will enjoy this," Fuuma whispered, nipping Sorata's ear again, and pulled free his fingers.

Sorata's eyes were scrunched tight, and he nodded. "It- it doesn't matter… I will still fight for Kamui Shirou- of the Dragons of Heaven," he whispered. "And you-"

Sorata would have screamed if Fuuma hadn't covered his mouth.

He impaled Sorata on his erection, dropping them to the floor, pulling Sorata's legs over his shoulders.

The monk moaned. It did, god, it did feel good, to be filled like this. Filled and stretched to the point of pain, but not quite… His head lolled back and his fingers clawed the floor. Fuuma filled him so well that his sweet spot was being hit with every plunge into his body. He tried to stay limp, passive-

Then Fuuma fisted his dick and began to pump.

"No matter- I can outlast you," that sensuous voice filled his ears. "I know you want to come." He kissed Sora's throat. "I can feel you winding up, with every last thrust-"

He slowed down, and Sorata's legs snapped around his waist.

"Say it, Sorata. Say you want to come. Say you want to feel me come in you."

Sora bit his lip- he tried going through every mantra he knew-

"It is a pity that Kamui will never have you," Fuuma went on, his lips next to his ear. "You're hot and sweet, you would make a fine bitch for anyone."

Tears leaked out the corners of his eyes.

"You like having me," Fuuma grunted, giving him a hard thrust. "In your ass. Pounding your insides. You like how it feels to be fucked senseless."

He kissed Sorata again. "And you will never tell… but you will never forget."

Sorata whimpered, thrusting back, biting through his bottom lip as his come rose. Did he really want this? Was he betraying his Kamui?
"Poor little monk… you want to fight-" and then Fuuma shifted his position, to where he would be constantly stroking Sora's prostate- but you can't. I can see you- not the lie you believe. You love Kamui. I AM Kamui. Your body knows."

Leaning down, he kissed Sora again- it was… gentle.

Caught off guard, Sorata finally came, kissing back, sobbing as his body shuddered and tingled, going limp.

"No one," the soft grunts sped up as Sorata lay there. "Will ever, ever, make you come like that," Fuuma growled, thrusting erratically-

Can I do this? One last act? Defy him… somehow?

Clenching his ass, Sorata swallowed- and Fuuma's seed filled him, over flowing onto the floor.

It wasn't much… but, maybe it could be enough.

Fuuma kept twitching; little thrusts that nearly brought Sora's own erection back to life.

The Kamui raised an eyebrow, looking at the supine monk.

"Maybe next time."

Then he pulled out, leaving Sora empty, his ass still dripping come.

"Next time." A smile played on Fuuma's lips… then he left, leaving Sorata on the floor like a broken, discarded doll.

The end.