::blushing furiously:: Eheh...heh heh...Uh, my shame is on vacation. I’ve only written a poorly executed, one-sided half-lemon before, so this is technically my first. Be gentle.  >~< ::braces for impact::

Warnings: Serious AU, Lemon
Touma: SCORE!
Pairings: SeijixTouma (SagexRowen)

Disclaimers: The characters belong to somebody else. All changes in tense are mine.

This fic is dedicated to Kyoki! This is yours, hon, like it or not. I'll try and hand Seiji and Touma to you on a lubricated silver platter, but we'll have to wait and see. ^-^
 

‘thoughts’

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Chapter 5

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Seiji finally made it back to camp and found everyone else ready to go. He was handed his breakfast- leftovers from last night- and he sat down to eat, feeling angry at himself. He sat playing with his food, his appetite diminishing further when he didn’t see Rowen. [1]

‘He wouldn’t stay out there just to get away from me, would he?’ Seiji remembered his adamant protest at being left alone. He looked around once more but still didn’t see him. ‘He probably just needs some time alone.’ He abandoned his meal and set about getting ready to leave, trusting in Rowen to return in time to leave with them. And if he wanted to discuss it, Seiji would be up for it, but he would not make the first move.
 

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Touma wandered around the woods, careful not to get lost, and just examined himself. He felt guilty for the way he felt about his sister’s fiancée. He felt angry at himself for the way he conducted himself. He felt angry again that he had ever lied to Seiji. He felt confused about the things Seiji had said. And he felt elated at the kiss he shared. That, of course, spawned a whole new wave of self-hatred and anger for his actions.

It was a painful loop that was slowly driving him insane, so he switched his train of thought to another equally confusing one.

‘Why did he kiss me? What did it mean? What does he feel? What am I supposed to do now?’

He couldn’t answer the first three, but by answering the fourth, he could get all the answers he needed. He would simply ask.

‘Not so simple…But, I’ve never been one to keep my mouth shut.’ He smirked as his sister’s words came back to him. ‘I just have to be tactful.’ With that in mind, he walked a swift and steady course back to camp.
 

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Touma was greeted with a bowl of cooling food, but he brushed it aside as he spotted Seiji mounting his horse. He gathered his courage and walked over.

“Seiji…”

“Rowen.” Touma balked at the pseudonym. “We need to get going. If we make good time today, we’ll only have to stop tonight. Then we’ll get to the capital mid-morning tomorrow.” Touma nodded and Seiji helped him mount the horse.

‘He acts like nothing happened. Does he not even care?’

Touma wrapped his hands around the horn, barely registering when Seiji placed hesitant hands around his waist. Seiji, who was disheartened by the distance between them, merely urged his horse along. They rode in silence together until they stopped for lunch.

The two sat eating in silence, alone around the fire, daring looks at each other when the other wasn’t paying attention. Fed up with the old food and the pregnant silence, Seiji threw down his bowl, startling Touma into looking at him.

“To hell with it! Rowen, what-“ He stopped, obviously nervous. He haltingly began again, in a softer voice Touma could barely hear. “What do we do now? I’ll do whatever you say. If you want to forget it happened, then…I apologize-“

“Seiji, don’t apologize. It was my fault-“

“It wasn’t you, it was me-“

“No, it *was* me-“

“Can I finish a sentence please?” Touma looked at him and they started laughing. After they had quieted down a bit, Touma scooted closer to Seiji. Seiji stopped smiling, looking down at Touma’s fidgeting hands. When Touma spoke, it was almost a whisper.

“I didn’t mind…I was afraid I’d scared you off, or…” He sighed. “That you weren’t interested or…something.” He placed his hands on either of Seiji’s shoulders, the look in his eyes showing without a doubt that he’d stop if Seiji gave the word. Once again taking his body’s initiative only without complaint, Seiji leaned forward and softly brushed his lips against Touma’s.

Their warm breath mingled, making both of them shudder. Touma opened his lips slightly and wetted them with the tip of his tongue. Seiji slipped his own tongue out and lightly slid it across Touma’s. Permission granted, Seiji took Touma’s soft bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth. Touma slipped his tongue into the other’s mouth, laving his top lip.

The slow seduction and exploration of each other’s mouths was gaining a momentum neither could stop even if they had wanted to. Touma tightened his grip on Seiji’s shoulders and Seiji buried his fingers in Touma’s hair. The kiss deepened and both boys moaned into it. While their tongues tasted each other’s mouths Touma ran his hands down the front of Seiji’s shirt, feeling the muscles he had so admired earlier.

A throat cleared behind them and they broke apart gasping for air and blushing.

“Sir, we’re ready to leave when you’re finished with your…meal.” The attendant bowed and turned with barely concealed laughter.

Seiji and Touma exchanged a glance and a heated smile, then set about adjusting their rumpled appearances.

“What about, uh- What about your wife?” Touma coughed out, not really wanting to ask the question but needing to know. “I mean, you’d have to marry her anyway, right? To keep peace?” Seiji smoothed back his hair, thinking how best to reply.

“I don’t think that would make peace at all. Something has happened, and proven that a marriage between us would only cause more problems. We’re going to the capital to make this situation right. Maybe come up with another way.” Touma nodded, confused.

He was under the impression everyone was for the idea, on the whole. And what had happened? But he was pleased that Tah would not sacrifice herself. ‘But what a deity to be sacrificed to…’ Touma shook his head, clearing his dirty thoughts. He was also pleased that he could now pursue this ‘Relationship?’ without fear of hurting her. But if the people would be displeased marrying their princess to the Korin prince…how would the deal with their *prince* wanting to?

‘To hell with them. I’ll do what I want!’ He smiled mischievously. ‘For my country.’ But he would not give in until he had the one answer he’d been denied the entire trip.

“What has happened?” Seiji froze, contemplating.

“An act of war.” He walked off in the direction of his horse, leaving Touma to catch up. The next leg of the trip was equally silent as the last, but they held each other’s hands tightly. Seiji feared losing his new friend just when he could be so much more. Touma feared losing Seiji to politics and war.
 

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The change in the horse’s pace jerked Touma from his sleep. Seiji held his shoulders, steadying him, and whispered in his ear.

“We’re only a few miles from the walls of the capital. We’ll camp here.” Touma nodded sleepily, his fatigue burying any excitement he had of being so close to home. So far from the bandits. So far from Kongo.

So far from Seiji.

He turned soulful blue eyes to Seiji, who avoided them. He seemed to know his thoughts and share his feelings. Neither wanted to part, but it seemed inevitable.

‘But I’m a prince…We could be together.’ But he knew the words rang hollow. The problem was, they were both princes and princes simply didn’t *do* that. And he had lied about who he was. He shuddered to think how Seiji would react once he found out, for he eventually would.

Seiji bundled Touma closer to him while attendants set up their tent. The best way to deal with the thoughts tumbling round in his head was to blank his mind, and concentrate on one thing. This gave him the appearance of being very interested in the construction of his tent.

Once they were done, the two entered the tent, bypassing the evening meal all together.

Seiji sat down on the makeshift bed and Touma sat beside him, searching for his eyes.

"I-" Seiji closed his mouth with a snap. 'Where to start? What would you say if I told you I wanted you? That I feel...something I’ve never felt before. What would you do if I kissed you?’ They sat in the near dark, looking at each other until Seiji leaned down and sealed their lips. ‘Politics can wait.’

The kiss continued, picking up the same fire that they had experienced earlier, only without fear of interruptions. Finally tearing apart for air, Touma ran his fingers down Seiji’s face.

“I...I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow.” Seiji grabbed his hand and kissed his palm.

“Me neither. But that doesn’t matter now. I’ll feel about you tomorrow the same way I feel now. No matter what.” Touma exhaled harshly and kissed Seiji, sucking his tongue into his mouth.

It didn’t take long for them to fumble out of their clothes. Seiji laid beside Touma, feeling the heat radiating off his body and taking in the smooth planes, corded muscles, and erect shaft in the dim light. His own groin answered as he saw Touma examining him as well.

Seiji leaned over Touma, resting his weight on his hands placed on either side of his head. He leaned down and licked a slow trail down the smooth column of Touma’s throat, delighting in the moan it elicited. He alternately nipped and sucked his way down to his collarbones and splayed his hands across his lover’s stomach, running them along his sides in a soothing, erotic motion. He shifted his weight to his elbows and leaned further to take a nipple into his mouth.

Above him, Touma hissed through clenched teeth and buried his fingers in Seiji’s golden hair.

The fevered moans urging him on, he trailed his tongue down and spent long moments torturing his lover’s navel. After Touma’s moans became impatient, Seiji moved further down, kissing and nipping the insides of his thighs. An exasperated cry came from him when his straining erection was ignored. Deciding it was time that his lover stopped making noises all together, Seiji swallowed the tip of Touma’s straining length.
 
A strangled gasp and Touma’s body pulled taut, nearly lifting off the bed. Seiji held him down with a hand on his stomach as he continued to roll his tongue along his head. He cupped his balls with his other hand and massaged them, feeling Touma’s thighs shudder under the pleasure.

Gasping incoherently, Touma pulled Seiji’s hair hard, begging silently for more. Seiji obliged, and took him all the way into his hot mouth, squeezing his sac. When Touma bucked, he sucked harder, lightly grazing his teeth across the super-heated flesh, poking with his tongue, and squeezing his base with his lips.

He sped up as Touma tried to desperately pump into his mouth. With a final nip and another strangled cry, Touma’s orgasm swept across his body, pulling his muscles tighter. His legs curled up around Seiji’s head, holding him captive as he rode out the waves of his release.

Shifting down further, Seiji dribbled Touma’s seed down his cleft and caught it with his fingers, massaging around his opening.
His head clearing, Touma moaned a protest.

“Seiji...you...” His captured breath escaped him as a digit entered him up to the first knuckle. Seiji paused, massaging the flat of Touma’s stomach.

“I’ll stop if you want me to.” A fervent shake of his head and Seiji smiled, running his other fingers around the sensitive flesh. He crawled up the length of his lover, his hands never ceasing their teasing ministrations, and kissed Touma deeply. Their tongues dueled for a time until the maddening sensation of Seiji’s fingers left Touma exhausted and on the verge of bursting all at once. With a moan of defeat, he relinquished the kiss to Seiji, running his hands along his powerful back.

A few more minutes of toying and Seiji felt that he could take no more. The moans from below him were the most sensual and erotic things he had ever heard and he felt he would come from them alone. He nuzzled behind Touma’s ear, gently biting the sensitive flesh as he slid Touma’s legs wider, slipping between them. He rocked against him for a while, penis to balls, while Touma’s reawakening member was rubbed between their bellies.

Seiji finished roving his fingers inside of his writhing lover and placed his weeping head at Touma’s entrance. He slowly started to rock again, and the tip of his penis slipped past the only slightly loosened ring of muscle.

Touma hissed in discomfort and Seiji began suckling his neck in earnest. After granting him a few minutes to adjust to the new sensation, Seiji slipped slowly further and further in until his balls hit Touma’s rear.

He hissed himself. He was no stranger to intercourse, but Touma was too tight to be anything other than a virgin. He rocked his hips, pulling out slightly then pushing back in, deep, thick strokes.

“…gods…so tight…so…”

Touma clawed his back, biting his shoulder as Seiji hit a place deep inside him that sent sparks of pleasure coursing through his blood like a tide. The discomfort was worth it, he mused. He arched his back, pushing his lover deeper within him and groaned.

The air was loud with their panting and the sound of flesh striking flesh as Seiji lost control and pounded into the pliant body beneath him. He didn’t worry about any discomfort on Touma’s part as he was very unashamedly vocalizing his pleasure. Seiji continued to thrust in shorter, more desperate strokes until his hips snapped into Touma at an almost painful speed, his member hardly leaving the hot sheath of his body at all.

They ground their bodies together and sucked hungrily at each other’s mouths. Touma broke the sloppy wet kisses and shuddered, tightening his grip around Seiji, as his seed spurted across their bellies and chests. The tight heat getting tighter forced Seiji to his own orgasm. He rocked and shuddered as the last thrusts and pulses of pleasure finished their course.

Seiji looked down through half lidded eyes at his lover beneath him. His cheeks were flushed and his pale skin had a sheen of sweat that caught the glow of the room, and he himself seemed to glow.

“Beautiful.” He whispered, catching Touma’s attention. His passion darkened eyes turned to him and he smiled lazily. Seiji plopped down beside him and Touma stretched like a cat, draping his arms and legs across Seiji. Smiling, Seiji held him about the waist and buried his nose in his lover’s soft hair, smelling his musk as well as his own. Touma absently played with his nipples, his open mouth at the perfect height to rest on one, open and slick, but not moving. Seiji looked down, trying to see what the hold-up was and was met with a quiet snore.

Chuckling and easing back onto the pillow, he kissed the top of his lover’s head and fell asleep.
 

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Seiji cracked open an eye and looked down at his chest where Touma seemed to have picked up where he left off the night before. Touma peeked up at him with an impish grin. Releasing the nipple he ran his tongue up Seiji’s neck.

“I can’t sleep in with you around, can I?” Seiji jibed. Touma grunted in offense and poked him in the ribs.

“Perhaps the bucket was the way to go!” Seiji laughed at the tickling and attacked his naked lover’s slender form, tearing giggles out of him. After the initial frenzy, the grabbing became more intimate and Seiji clamped his mouth onto Touma’s, beginning a slow exploration that could last all morning.

Horses screamed outside, and with an irritated frown Seiji sat up and pulled on his pants and boots. He grabbed a shirt as he crept to the opening of the tent. He made a shushing motion towards Touma who made a move to follow and exited the tent after grabbing his broadsword.

Touma hastily threw his clothes on and sat on his haunches, listening. He heard screaming and yelling, a definite difference between cries of anger and cries of pain. He heard clashes of metal and horses galloping.

He held his breath for a moment, listening to the battle, feeling useless and a little afraid. The sounds of battle grew fainter, as if it were moving away or dying down. He held his breath again and hunkered down, ready to spring as he saw the shadow of a man stopping outside the tent.

“Seiji?” He whispered.

The tent flaps burst inward. The last thing Touma thought before pain exploded in his head and the all-consuming darkness claimed him was, ‘Where’s Seiji?’
 
 

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AN:

[1] I hope this isn’t too confusing to you, because I’m lost…
When Seiji thinks of Touma, who he thinks is Rowen, should he think of the name Rowen, or is that too hard to remember it’s really Touma? And is it always in the right tense to use Rowen when Touma is thinking in terms of Rowen and Seiji, or when from the omniscient point of view? 0_<
Er, right…

Gee, this lemon scene looks like every lemon I’ve ever read. Imagine that. -_- But I tried to be original and I tried not to fall into every cliché there is.