PWP. Basically me being the Tou/Seij hentai that you all must've figured out I am. (Ack, I've been discovered! *^.^*) Basically... an idea that just wouldn't go away until I wrote it down... ke ke ke :evil

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He'd been doing the same moves, over and over, for more than an hour now and frankly he didn't feel the repetition was doing him any good. But he could see his grandfather standing in the corner, frowning at every motion. He knew that this next competition was more important his trainer than it was to him, after all, and so he tried to disguise his annoyance.

A familiar voice began humming behind him, the tune 'did you ever know that you're my hero?' He tried to replace the laugh with a frown as he turned over his shoulder to glare at the blue-haired archer in the stands behind him. Unfortunately, the glare was wasted since the other boy wasn't even looking at him. His eyes were on the book he held with one hand in front of him, while his other hand distractedly twirled a lock of blue hair between two fingers. He was still humming.

"Touma!" Seiji hissed.

A slight smile from Tenku was the only indication that he had heard him at all.

Seiji was immensely relieved when a call from his mother sent his grandfather to the front room, and he could turn completely to Touma, while leaning on the wooden practice sword.

"You're not going to let me concentrate, are you?" He asked rhetorically.

Touma glanced up from the book with a look of mock innocence. It was very well done, but it was not him. "Oh, am I distracting you, Seiji-chan?"

The blonde rolled his eyes. "Why did I even bring you?" He asked no one in particular.

"I think we both know the answer to that question." Touma smirked. Seiji just sighed. "Oh, give me break. You know what your problem is? You're too uptight. You need to relax."

"Well excuse me if I can't be as completely aimless as you, Touma."

The book snapped closed. Touma frowned. "Well, that's just fine. You go ahead and practice for your damn competition. I'll be in my room." And he stood, heading across the floor to the stairs.

"Oh, for the love of... Touma, wait!" Seiji said, rolling his eyes at his lover's moodiness. As he reached out to catch the archer by the wrist, he was quite surprised to see the other boy's hand catch his wrist instead. He blinked as Touma smirked.

"Oh my! Seiji caught off guard? Now THIS is rare." He quipped. "Now, how to take advantage of this situation... hmm let's see..."

There was mischief in Tenku's eyes and suddenly Seiji really wasn't all to keen on practicing. Taking his lack of complaint as permission, the archer pulled him up the stairs after him. "My grandfather will wonder where I went..." Seiji protested weakly, some logical part of his mind rebelling.

"Do you want to tell him where you'll be?" Touma smirked, pulling him closer to lay a teasing kiss feather-light against his lips, the promise of more to come. The blonde instinctively leaned into his touch, grasping the other boy's hips to pull him closer. Touma snickered against his lips. "I thought you wanted to practice...?"

Seiji countered that with an inarticulate growl and pulled Touma into the nearest room, which happened to be his. The lock snapped shut behind them, ensuring privacy as the blonde pulled his lover towards the bed. Touma willingly yielded control to the swordsman, content as their kisses grew hotter and more demanding. His hands fisted in Seiji's kimono for stability as the blonde pushed them both backwards onto the bed.

Strong, callused hands snuck under the fabric of Touma's shirt, running over the taut muscles of his abdomen, before finally tearing the shirt open, sending buttons flying and revealing more flesh to the swordsman's appraising eyes. Touma chuckled. "Patience, grasshopper..."

Seiji silenced him with a kiss. "Touma? Shut up." And when the blonde's hand slipped below the waistband of his jeans, he did indeed shut. Well, anything coherent, anyway. Seiji's mouth nipped at his lover's pulse while his hand teased something lower. With nimble fingers he undid the button and slid down the zipper, sliding both the denim and blue silk boxers down off the archer's hips. He trailed slow kisses over the blue-haired boy's chest, pausing to swirl his tongue around a taught nipple before reaching his final goal and closing his lips around Touma's length. The bearer of Tenku let out a strangled cry deep in his throat as Seiji warm, wet mouth surrounded him.

Seiji captured the small, salty jewel of precum as he swirled his tongue around Touma sex, poking curiously at the slit and marveling at the incoherent moans his ministrations elicited from his lover. He pressed first one then two fingers deep inside and Touma's hips lifted off the mattress. "Y-you're gonna kill me..." he moaned.

Seiji chuckled, failing to anticipate the effect that might have on the archer as his hips bucked wildly, filling him. He quickly held his lover against the mattress as he racked his teeth over his length. That was it for Touma, and he bit his lip to restrain a cry as he came violently.

"Oh, but what a way to go..." the archer mumbled tiredly. Seiji swallowed the salty liquid at the back of his throat with a chuckle and he crawled up to bestow a soft kiss on the blue-haired boy. Hands slipped under the fabric of his green kimono. "You seem a tad overdressed..." Touma whispered as his hands slipped the silk off Seiji's shoulders. The blonde's hands cupped his face, hold his lips against the other's hungrily. The robe fell to the floor and Touma hooked his thumbs into the waistband of green satin boxers, tugging them down, never for the slightest moment breaking the kiss. Seiji kicked away the offending garment as it hit the floor and a hand once more dove lower to tease at Touma's opening. The archer threw his head back with a moan.

"What are you waiting for, a written invitation?" Touma growled, and Seiji chuckled against his ear.

"Now who's impatient?" he whispered, and positioning himself between his lover's legs he entered him slowly, watching in fascination as the archer's eyes slid closed in fractions as he slid deeper inside. He began to move inside him, long slow stroke, going deeper with each thrust. Touma's hands twisted in the sheets, air hissing between his clenched teeth. Seiji placed his hands on either side of his lover's face, using the extra leverage to hit that spot deep inside the blue-haired boy. He saw Touma's hand creep down as the archer wrapped around himself.

Seiji bent down with each thrust, brushing feather-light kisses over his lover's jaw until he felt warmth splash onto his stomach and the muscles closed around him spasm, and the sensation sent him over the edge with his lover.

The stayed in that position for a moment, gasping, until Seiji found the strength to roll to his side. His arms came up around Touma's waist and he traced the trail of a bead of sweat with his tongue as it ran down his temple. Touma turned to steal a lazy kiss.

"You see? I told you that you needed to relax..."