Takeo – All right, chapter two!
Fuuma – Argh, I hate you Seishirou!
Seishirou – No you don’t!
Fuuma – Yes I do!
Seishirou – Do not!
Fuuma – Do too!
Takeo – Okay, let’s ignore them. More angst, and lemon ^_^ And thanks to Hiki-chan for liking the story ^_^v. Thoughts are in italics.
~State Of Grace~
Chapter Two : The SakurazukamoriSeishirou watched hidden in the shadows as Fuuma tore relentlessly through the ten no ryus, the seals fleeing from their worst nightmare. Fuuma chuckled deviously as he once again captured Kamui, the blue eyed boy determined to bring his friend back from insanity.
“Fuuma, come with me. I can end this madness.” Kamui plead as Fuuma nestled his enemy in his arms.
“But I can’t Kamui, don’t you see?” Fuuma replied as he carried Kamui high over rooftops, the other seals following behind, bent on rescuing their leader. Kamui sighed.
“You’ve changed Fuuma. Think of Kotori.” Kamui said as Fuuma held him in a tight embrace. Fuuma’s lips twisted in a grin and he held Kamui over the edge of a tall building./
“This is the way it must be itooshi. But hurry, I fear that time is running out. Kotori loves you, wherever she is now. But don’t dwell on Kotori, you have your one-eyed Sumeragi.” Fuuma said. Blowing Kamui a kiss, he threw the ten no ryu off the building. Fuuma turned away as he heard Kamui’s screams. He knew that the others would save Kamui. It was their wish to save him and Fuuma granted it every single time. He summoned his sword and dived into the building, destroying it as he went through it. He heard the thousands of screams of the people within the building. Fuuma shut his eyes as the building went up in fire and smoke. Fuuma rose from the rubble and dusted the dust off his clothes. Some of the falling debris had cut his hands and his face but he didn’t mind. I was never beautiful to begin with. But what do I care, I live for this death, this life. My mission to make the Erath whole again.
“There you are Fuuma.” Nataku called as he appeared from the shadows and stood at Fumma’s side. Fuuma quirked an eyebrow and then he remembered, ice-cream.
“Yes, ice-cream. Come let’s go.” Fuuma said as his sword disappeared. Nataku kept his distance from Fuuma as they approached the ice-cream pallor. They went in and Fuuma was pleased to find the pallor almost empty, so no one paid attention to his injuries, then again, ever since the carnage started between heaven and earth, people walked around Tokyo injured and no questions were asked.
“Can I have chocolate with nuts and a cherry?” Nataku asked as he gazed at the various pictures of ice cream combinations.
“And I’ll have a scoop of chocolate and vanilla.” Fuuma added as he sat down on a table and folded his long arms around one another.
“Here you go.” The attendant said as she handed Nataku the two cones. Nataku handed the cash over to the girl and sat down opposite Fuuma.
“Here Fuuma.” Nataku said as he gave Fuuma his ice-cream. Fuuma ate quietly, happy to have the cold treat melt in his mouth, dosing out the heat that always consumed him whenever he fought Kamui. Fuuma glanced at Nataku who was immensely enjoying the cold treat with a satisfied look in his eyes.
“I guess you like it.” Fuuma said with a somewhat amused grin. He always found a small joy in watching Nataku do things that were considered human. It was why he actually made something akin to friends with the android.
“Being with you makes me feel human Fuuma. You may hate your life, but at least you have one." Nataku said as his eyes lost their playful glimmer.
“We’re friends Nataku. That’s what counts. So don’t brood.” Fuuma said as he reached over and ruffled Nataku’s hair. Nataku smiled.
“Maybe my purpose is to keep you sane. Gods know what you just did out there wasn’t sane.” Nataku said as he finished off his ice-cream. a thought washed over the android's face and he froze for a moment.
“What’s wrong Nataku?” Fuuma asked.
"Kanoe is calling me. I must leave. Thank you Fuu-kun for the ice-cream. I’ll see you later.” Nataku said with a nod. Rising from his seat, Nataku left the pallor and disappeared from sight. Fuuma finished his treat and headed to a hotel blocks away from the Chi no Ryu’s headquarters. He paid for a suite and asked not to be disturbed. He was shown into his room and was left alone in darkness. It was almost dark when Fuuma had arrived and he could see a kekkai outside his window.
“The fighting continues even without you.” A voice spoke as Fuuma looked away from the window. He heard the flicker of a match and saw a cigarette being lit.
“Seishirou. Just leave.” Fuuma said as the assassin flipped on the lights in his room. Seishirou smiled, his black eye watched Fuuma bristle.
“Oh no, I’m enjoying the view.” Seishirou said with a grin as he smoked his cigarette. Fuuma walked up to him and snatched the cigarette away. He looked at it for a moment and walked out on the balcony of his hotel room. He threw the cigarette out and watched it drop hundreds of feet into a pool of water.
“What the hell did you do that for?” Seishirou asked, taking off his coat and dropping it on a nearby chair.
“It’s my room.” Fuuma replied as he left the balcony door open so that the cool evening air came in.
“I watched you and Kamui today. Extra cruel today.” Seishirou said as he took off his blazer and settled down comfortably in another chair, lighting up another cigarette.
“It’s none of your business Seishirou.” Fuuma replied shortly as his fingers went unconsciously to his neck. Seishirou caught the movement and rose from his seat. He extinguished his cigarette and grabbed Fuuma’s hand from around his neck.
“I see. My wound got to you in more ways than one ne?” Seishirou asked, his eyes inspecting Fuuma’s face. Fuuma struggled to escape from the assassin’s grip with no success.
“What did I ever do to you? Are you trying to prove something by trying to terrify me?” Fuuma asked as the assassin’s other hand clamped around his waist.
“Maybe.” The assassin murmured softly. His good eye traced the curve of Fuuma’s neck, the buttoned up shirt that Fuuma wore hiding everything else from view. Fuuma noticed the assassin’s lingering gaze and blushed. He felt awkward with the assassin’s eyes roaming over him like a potential victim.
“If you want to kill me, just do it.” Fuuma bit out angrily. Seishirou shook his head, his black locks shimmering in the rising moonlight.
“You won’t die as easily as you might think. Kamui’s shinken is the only thing that can truly kill you. But everything else can hurt you.” Seishirou said as he ripped Fuuma’s shirt away. Fuuma felt panic racing through him. He felt Seishirou’s hand brush against his chest and he lost it. His psychic power flung Seishirou away from him but Seishirou held on tightly to Fuuma’s arm so they were both sent spurring into the wall. Fuuma collided with the wall above the bed first and fell unto the soft mattress, Seishirou landing heavily on top of him.
“Gods, get off me you bastard.” Fuuma growled as he shoved Seishirou away. Seishirou grinned.
“I’ve learnt how to deal with that little trick you pull.” Seishirou replied with a grin that was loosing its frightening effect on Fuuma.
“What do you want Seishirou? What will it take for you to leave me alone?” Fuuma asked as he sat up in his bed. Seishirou smiled.
“Surrender to me my Dark Kamui. I have the taste of your blood in me. I couldn’t sleep last night. All I could was dream of breaking your beautiful body, you crying as I destroy every hope in you.” Seishirou said his eye focused deeply on Fuuma.
“Why the hell would I let you do that?” Fuuma asked in disbelief, his face burning at Seishirou’s words.
“Oh no, that wasn’t all I dreamt about. There was an even greater satisfaction than killing you. Do you want to know what it is?” Seishirou asked, his eye gleaming almost wickedly.
“You wouldn’t…” Fuuma whispered, his voice dying in his throat.
“Oh yes I would Fuuma, your beautiful dark form withering under me in pain and pleasure. I’m going to fuck you.” Seishirou whispered, his hand resting on Fuuma’s knee.
“No!” Fuuma cried out, making a dash for the door. Seishirou grabbed and slammed Fuuma face down into the bed, making short work of the rest of their clothes.
“Yes Fuuma. And your psychic trick won’t work, there’s no one to stop me and no one to save you. Nobody cares about you but me. No one loves you but me.” Seishirou whispered harshly. Fuuma cried out, his body fighting to breath as Seishirou lifting his head out of the pillow. Tears streamed down Fuuma’s face as Seishirou bit his neck roughly, reopening the wound on his throat.
“Please, don’t.” Fuuma whispered brokenly. Seishirou paused for a moment. He stared deeply at Fuuma’s tear streaked face. Beneath him lay the one man child that would bring about the destruction of humanity. And, in that same moment, Seishirou saw the young boy that spent his life caring for his sister, huddled in the dark, with no one to offer a kind word. All this, he could destory by breaking the body that now lay quivering beneath him, golden eyes radiating fear, hate and some kindred emotion with Seishirou. In those eyes lay the promise of something greater, an emotion that Seishirou refused to name, and refused to acknowledge because he was beginning to feel the same way.
“Fuuma, but I’m a man with no heart, you said it yourself. What does mercy and compassion mean to me?” Seishirou whispered harshly as he toyed with the decision of raping Fuuma then and now. Fuuma calmed his breathing, sensing the intent that lay beneath the two eyes that peered down coldly at him. One eye not seeing at all, the other burning with anger and hate.
“You should go ahead and do it.” Fuuma said as he averted his eyes from Seishirou’s gaze. “Savage me, torture me, rape me. I can see it in your eye. You hate me so much, so does everyone else. Why should what you do to me now change my destiny? You can break my body and my spirit and destroy my hope. But my destiny will still force me to cleanse the Earth. If I had the choice, I would have still been the Kamui of Earth, because I know that Kamui would not last a single day among the evil of what I do. Humanity will wipe itself out anyway, all I’m doing is speeding up the process and everyone hates me for it.” Fuuma said as Seishirou’s grip on his arms loosened.
Fuuma sat up slightly, angry tears forming in his eyes. “ Do you think that I enjoy this, all this death and destruction? I wasn’t always happy living in my normal life. Watching Kotori and Kamui fall in love when I loved Kamui above anyone else. But I couldn’t destroy the love between them. I swore to protect them both. And now Kotori’s dead. I killed my own sister, with a bemused smile on my face. She haunts the sleeping moments that I call mine. And Kamui still tries to save me. Do you think that I wanted this?” Fuuma cried out angrily, sobbing into his arms as he pulled away from Seishirou and wrapped his shaking body in the bed sheets. Seishirou sat back, stunned to say the least. Fuuma lay against the bed, his throat throbbing from the cut Seishirou made. “This life that I lead now, it is one that I would have never chosen. I forced myself to never love Kamui. If I still loved him, oh gods, he would suffer even more when I fight with him. Even you, can understand that. I know that you love Subaru, or tried to love him. Are you going to blame me because he and Kamui can comfort each other? No, you already blame yourself. Just be done with what you want and leave me be. Your hate is nothing compared with that of the world.” Fuuma said his tears subsided. He felt empty and cold, and he shivered.
Seishirou sat at the edge of the bed, his back to Fuuma’s bronzed form lying in the bed. The assassin could only imagine how lonely,unloved and unwanted Fuuma felt. Even though he was an assassin, he knew at least someone cared for him and worried about him once in a while. That someone was Subaru. Seishirou sighed. Fuuma didn’t chose this life to live, unlike me. But everyone has their destiny, whether smooth or hard. And sometimes people have other people to help soften the burden of their responsibilities. He has no one. He has forced himself to have no one because he believes that those people will get hurt and no one in their right mind would care to love him…except me.
Seishirou turned around and pulled Fuuma into his arms, the golden eyed boy muffling a cry of surprise. Seishirou ran his hands through Fuuma’s black hair, the softness tickling the back of his hand.
“Fuuma.” He whispered heatedly, licking his lips nervously as the lead chi no ryu’s eyes focused on him with confusion.
“You’ve made up your mind?” Fuuma asked. The assassin’s behavior had changed and it unsettled Fuuma greatly. Seishirou sighed softly and brushed his lips against Fuuma’s, holding the younger man captive in his arms as he kissed him, his tongue playing along the bridge of Fuuma’s teeth. Fuuma choked in surprise, trying to push the assassin away.
“Don’t Fuuma.” Seishirou said a tad sternly, forcing the younger man’s mouth open. Fuuma reluctantly obeyed and parted his lips. Seishirou thrust his tongue into Fuuma’s mouth, learning every crevice of his leader’s mouth. Fuuma responded in kind to Seishirou’s kiss, deathly afraid that the assassin was still going to hurt him badly. He moaned softly as Seishirou’s hands pulled away the bed sheet and roamed his body with a skilled hand, rough from all the years of fighting that Seishirou had done. Seishirou broke the kiss as the two panted heavily, Fuuma’s eyes like molten puddles of gold.
“Why are you being nice?” Fuuma asked, losing his thoughts as the assassin moved away from him, his naked ivory form illuminated by the moonlight. Seishirou gazed back at the boy on the bed, all anxieties and worries wrung out from him. Only heavy lidded eyes stared at him inquisitively, there was no fear in them.
“I don’t know. I feel that…that I…” Seishirou said, he himself wasn’t sure why he was acting strangely now. He turned his back on Fuuma and went to gather his clothes sewn across the room. Fuuma rose gracefully from the bed as he clutched the assassin’s tie in his hand. Seishirou turned to take the tie from him, but Fuuma clutched it tighter.
“Please, don’t play games with me Seishirou.” Fuuma said as hurt returned to his eyes. He had dared to hope that Seishirou would show him a way out of his despair. Admitting it to himself that there wasn’t a single soul who truly cared about him had hurt him to his core. He had never imagined in his life that it would come down to being alone for as long as he lived. Seishirou reached out and pulled Fuuma closer, holding him tight against his as he ravaged Fuuma’s mouth, the golden eyed boy dropping the tie on the ground and surrendered to Seishirou’s plunder. Seishirou dropped his clothes at his feet and guided Fuuma to the bed. He lay atop the younger man, taking a moment to drink in the boy’s beauty. Fuuma felt those eyes on him again and he blushed. Seishirou’s eyes traveled back up to his face and Seishirou kissed him softly, Fuuma leaning up to deepen the kiss. Seishirou pushed back down gently and his hands grasped a hold of Fuuma’s hips. Seishirou kissed his way down from the injury on Fuuma’s throat that had thankfully stopped bleeding and worshipped the bronze body that was open to his hungry gaze. He nibbled Fuuma’s nipples, the boy moaning loudly as his hands threaded their way through the assassin’s black hair; Fuuma excited beyond his imagination as the assassin’s rough hands and soft lips explored his body.
“Don’t wiggle so much.” Seishirou said roughly as he placed a knee between Fuuma’s legs, the boy moaning as that knee brushed against his manhood. Fuuma surpessed an uncharacteristic giggle as he felt Seishirou press his full weight on him, his partner’s arousal prominent and demanding against his thigh. Seishirou dropped his lips down to the slender shaft that lay between Fuuma’s legs, his lips catching it and sucking it in. Fuuma moaned louder, his cries muffled against the hand Seishirou placed over his mouth. Fuuma felt blood rushing from his head down to his nether regions as Seishirou sucked the life out of him, Fuuma lost in the feeling of Seishirou’s warm mouth around him.
“Seishirou.” Fuuma moaned through his parted lips as he felt his climax building almost to a breaking point. Seishirou deep throated him and Fuuma came with a startled cry, his body spewing its milky essence down Seishirou’s throat. Seishirou drank and let Fuuma’s manhood fall from his lips, his semen gushing out all over both men’s bodies. Fuuma’s eyes swam with joy and relief.
“You enjoyed that?” Seishirou asked as he nuzzled his cheek against Fuuma’s, kissing the younger man and Fuuma tasted himself on Seishirou’s lips.
“Yes. Thank you.” Fuuma said gratefully, his arms wrapped around Seishirou, his long fingers drifting their way up and down the assassin’s back, memorizing the scars that the assassin had earned over the years. “But what about you?” Fuuma asked as he still felt Seishirou’s length pressed against him. Seishirou smiled almost wickedly and placed his hand between Fuuma’s leg, his finger playing at the dark pink ring of muscle that held so much promise. Fuuma felt a surge of pleasure race through him as Seishirou’s finger brushed against his hidden orifice.
“You know what I want.” Seishirou whispered softly in Fuuma’s ear, his voice husky and hungry.
“I…I understand. Considering what this evening might have been,” Fuuma said as a shudder of fear ran through him as he remembered Seishirou’s earlier intentions, “I gladly offer myself to you, just for the reason of sparing me the pain that I would have befallen at your hands.” Fuuma finished as his gaze met Seishirou’s.
“Spoken like a true dragon.” Seishirou replied softly. Reaching for the bed drawer, he pulled out a bottle of hand lotion. He gestured for Fuuma to part his legs. He poured the scentless lotion into his hand and eased three fingers into Fuuma’ hole. Fuuma gritted his teeth at the pain, daring not to imagine if Seishirou would have been so considerate if he had raped him. Seishirou finished his preparations and guided his throbbing length towards Fuuma. “Are you ready?” Seishirou asked as he placed his hands to hold Fuuma’s hips down. He knew this would hurt even with preparation. He was a well endowed man who liked it rough. Fuuma looked a bit unnerved at the size of the assassin but had said nothing.
“Yes.” Fuuma replied. He knew this was going to hurt, he could see it in the assassin’s eyes. Seishirou nodded and thrust slowly into Fuuma, entering him inch by inch until his whole length had disappeared into the writhing boy beneath him. Fuuma couldn’t hide his tears as the pain split him in two. It hurt but along with the pain was a singing pleasure from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. Fuuma spread his legs farther apart and grasped Seishirou tightly in his arms. Seishirou moaned softly as Fumma’s hot tears touched his face as the golden eyed boy kissed him, trying to relive himself of the fear that was building in him. Seishirou felt Fuuma’s body tighten around him and he realized that Fuuma had never done this before. The thought alone of being Fuuma’s first drove a lustful attack in Seishirou and he pulled out of Fuuma and thrust back in, Fuuma mewling in pleasure as the movement made his body ache for more.
“Fuuma.” Seishirou whispered again and again as he thrust into the willing body beneath him, careful not to make it rough. Fuuma mewls drove him wild, their bodies meshed into one being, Fuuma’s cries of pleasure spurring Seishirou on as he thrust harder and faster into the body beneath him, his pleasure reaching its peak. Fuuma’s eyes flew open as he came all over Seishirou, his body ridding out the huge wave that washed over him. As he came, Fuuma cried out Seishirou’s name, mingled with his moans and pleas. Seishirou thrust in hard one last time and came deep within Fuuma, his body spewing its hot treasure inside Fuuma. Fuuma felt tears sting his eyes again as he felt Seishirou’s release within him, his body bathed in the glow of Seishirou’s completion. Fuuma pulled Seishirou closer, kissing the assassin with swollen lips. Fuuma felt his heart lighten considerably as he held Seishirou’s gaze. He could feel the feeling of love binding them together. I love you Seishirou, I love you with all my strength and my soul. I wish we could be together like this. But… do you feel the same way? Do you even care for me? Do you think, that I hate you, after all this? Fuuma sighed and pushed his thoughts away, and decided to just live in the comfort of Seishirou’s strong arms wrapped around him.
“Seishirou…it was…amazing.” Fuuma whispered through his kisses as Seishirou pulled out of him. Seishirou smiled, his first real smile in years.
“Yes. And thank you for letting me be your first.” Seishirou replied as he went into the bathroom of the hotel room and brought back a warm clothe to clean himself and Fuuma. Fuuma sighed.
“It was the only valuable gift that I had left. I’m glad that you did not refuse it.” Fuuma replied as he wrapped his arms around his glowing body. He looked at the clock in the room and it was almost 2 in the morning. Together the two changed the sheets and put on new ones. Fuuma curled back into the bed and beckoned for Seishirou to do the same. Fuuma fell asleep, his back to Seishirou’s chest and the two were sound asleep before 2 o’clock reached.
~*~
As sunlight streamed through the hotel windows, Fuuma awoke to an empty bed. He felt a sore ache in his rear and the events of the previous hours unfurled in his mind. He looked at the balcony where Seishirou stood, fully dressed and silent.
“Seishirou?” Fuuma asked as he got up, wrapping a bath robe that lay at the foot of the bed and put it on. Seishirou turned around, forcing back a smile as Fuuma’s eyes met his.
“I must return to HQ. You should do the same Fuuma.” Seishirou said as he walked past Fuuma towards the front door.
“But what about what happened between us?” Fuuma asked. He knew that they had to go back but he didn’t want it all to end. Seishirou steeled his face before he turned to Fuuma. He had been up for an hour trying to figure out how to deal with the situation that he and Fuuma were in.
“This,” Seishirou said as he gestured to the bed, “was nothing of importance. We just slept together Fuuma and nothing has changed between us because of that.” Seishirou said coldly as he folded his arms impassively. Fuuma felt his heart rise into his throat.
“Forget the sex. I mean, I felt something last night Seishirou. Please don’t tell me that you didn’t feel it too. You’ve saved me from despair. If you didn’t care about me you would have never done it. Please Seishirou.” Fuuma asked as he held unto Seishirou’s arm. Seishirou pushed Fuuma away and opened the front door.
“There’s nothing between us Fuuma. Get over it.” Seishirou said as he walked out the door and slammed it close.
“But I care about you!” Fuuma shouted after Seishirou as he crumpled to the floor in tears. “I think I love you.” He whispered lamely as he buried his head in the sheets that still smelt distinctly of Seishirou. But Seishirou was long gone.
End of chapter two
Takeo – Awwh poor Fuuma. Slept with Seishirou and realizes that he loves assassin man.
Seishirou - Fuuma, I’m sorry!
Fuuma - Get out you jack-ass! *kicks Seishirou*
Seishirou – But you love me!
Fuuma – Do not!
Seishirou – Do too!
Fuuma – Do not!
Seishirou – Do too!
Takeo – Wokay. Does Seishirou really love Fuuma or is he just there for the mind blowing sex? Will Fuuma kill Seishirou for sleeping with him and leaving him? Does Nataku really want to know why Fuuma is so sore? Does anyone really care if Fuuma is hated by everyone in the world? Do these questions make sense? Find out in the next thrilling chapter!
Fuuma – And I’m not a slut!
Takeo – Right Fuuma ^__^