A Twisted Triangle

Author's Note:

I live! It's taken a while to get this chapter written up, but here it is at last. I have a handful of follow-up chapters to post up soon. Rate, reviews and I'll post up s'more. =D Thank you all for reading.

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“You’re serious about this!” Kio said as loud as he could have without actually yelling.

“Dead serious,” Soubi said. “Am-scray. Scram, too.”

“What’s the rush? Expecting someone?” Kio stood up on his tiptoes to reach Soubi’s height, and he eyed him the way a dog eyed his smudged reflection in the mirror - questioning, confused, but still stubborn about backing down.

“No,” Soubi replied, feigning ignorance.

“Then why do you want me out of the house?”

Soubi groaned. He didn’t feel like telling Kio outright that he planned to take Seimei’s ears. That would open up a whole other can of worms, and Soubi just didn’t feel like setting those worms out to pasture yet.

But what excuse could he give that sounded relatively reasonable?

There was none.

“Just… Please. Kio. You know I wouldn’t ask you to do this unless it was serious.”

Kio raised his eyebrow, shifted his orange lollipop to the other side of his mouth, and then sighed. He could never turn Soubi down.

Soubi smiled, relieved. He handed him the phone book he had been toting around the house for the past five minutes while he wheedled.

“Call up any hotel you want. I’ll give you my credit card. Just one night, I promise, and I’ll tell you all about it later.”

Kio tapped his foot on the ground. “Damn right you will. I expect a thorough report in the morning, do you copy, Agatsuma?”

“Loud and clear, mein herr.”

As expected, Kio picked out an expensive hotel with an indoor pool and room service. A quick call to the front desk and Kio had a room waiting for him.

“You owe me,” Kio said as he slung his backpack over his left shoulder and marched out the front door.

“Yes, yes, I owe you. I’ll sell you my soul for a discount later, alright?”

“Copy that. Over and out.”

Kio headed down the hall and Soubi shut the front door, sighing, and almost collapsing with relief. He had only gotten back from Ritsuka’s birthday party a half hour before, and he really had no idea how long he had until Seimei showed up, so it was a heavy relief to have Kio out of the way. Should Soubi kick Kio out of the house after Seimei had arrived, Kio would surely have his suspicions. In addition, if Kio was going to find out about this, it was going to be from Soubi’s own lips, not from Kio’s speculation - no matter how correct that speculation would have been.

It was simply the fact that Seimei would expect secrecy more than anything else, really, that drove Soubi’s actions.

In his haste, Soubi had almost forgotten to steal away to Kio’s bedroom, where he snatched up a bottle of lubrication from the dresser drawer. He knew Kio would have it. The little bastard threw enough hints at Soubi for him to catch a few every now and again. Unfortunately, Soubi discovered, there weren’t any condoms to go along with it.

Ah, well. No big loss. He tossed the bottle of lube under his pillows, and then returned to the living room.

Soubi fretted for a bit while he waited on Seimei’s arrival. While the fact that they had submitted to carnal pleasure was very true, there was another fact that Soubi had previously overlooked.

He hadn’t been with anyone since that fateful night so many years ago when his ears were practically ripped from his head.

The thought made him want to reach for his cigarettes, but he refrained. Cigarette smoke wasn’t the most appealing thing in the world, and if Seimei actually intended on sacrificing his ears and tail tonight, it wasn’t the best idea in the world, either. Biting back the gnawing nerves that thrived on nicotine, Soubi sat on the edge of the living room sofa, waiting patiently for Seimei’s arrival.

In a way, it was like waiting for the executioner. You knew what was going to happen; you had been waiting for it for so long, just to have it done, just to end the suffering brought on by that endless wait. At the same time you anticipated it, you feared it, and you dreaded it more than anything else. It meant you had hit the apex - it was all going to be over after this. Your fate would be sealed. No escape.

The only comfort in all that was that Soubi didn’t want to escape. He didn’t want to pull away from Seimei’s ruthless clutch, didn’t want to be free to pursue other possibilities, didn’t want to know that there were other avenues he could travel; avenues that didn’t lead in favorable slavery.

It was a bitter comfort, but comfort nonetheless. Soubi loved Seimei the way no-one else was capable. Unconditionally. Unreservedly. Should Seimei so much as say the word, Soubi would happily lay his life on the line for him. That was just how he was.

Was that so horrible?

Actually…

It was.

What sort of fool would stay so hopelessly devoted to someone who didn’t show a fleck of the same devotion?

Soubi asked himself that same question over and over before sleep took him in every night. Never had an answer presented itself.

Never.

Two casual knocks at the front door caused the blond to jump. His blood froze for a moment, and only once that ice abated did he stand and take that long walk off that short pier.

“Seimei,” the blond greeted his companion with a neutral sort of smile - one that could have meant everything in the world, and at the same time, nothing at all.

While Soubi suffered from the paranoia of those frantic butterflies in his stomach, Seimei seemed rather calm with the situation. He strolled right into Soubi’s apartment as if he owned the place, taking a quick look around.

“We’re alone?” Seimei questioned. In that brief moment, he sounded like some sort of professional hit man ensuring that these walls didn’t have ears before he flashed a gun to demonstrate just how much damage he could do.

Soubi nodded, shutting the front door and sliding the deadbolt into place. “Mmhmm,” he murmured with a nod. Nervously, he tucked long strands of his blond mane behind his ear.

“He’ll be gone until tomorrow morning.”

“You’re sure?” Seimei asked, albeit his half-lidded eyes and his faint, cocky smirk made it obvious that he was just teasing now. “Because,” the cat-eared male added as he stepped closer to his prey, cornering him between the coat closet and the doorframe, “I wouldn’t want him walking in on something compromising.”

“I wouldn’t either,” Soubi breathed out calmly, though on the inside, his bones wanted nothing more to go completely lax. It was those eyes that did it, those wine-red pools that appeared purple in the right light, those gorgeous orbs that pulled him in, chewed him up and spat him out, forcing Soubi to bend to Seimei’s will every time.

It was always those eyes.

“You seem… uneasy,” Seimei stated the obvious, craning closer. His lips hovered dangerously close to Soubi’s weak spot; the hollow of his throat where it connected to a proud, prominent collarbone.

Soubi’s breath hitched, and every ounce of his self-control was put to the test. His fingers twitched lightly at his side, just itching to move and touch Seimei the way he wanted to. But he didn’t dare. Oh, no. Unless Seimei gave him the go-ahead, Soubi would remain stationary.

“Do I…?” Soubi asked tentatively.

Feather-soft lips ghosted faintly, just barely over Soubi’s pale throat. Warm breath followed every wisp of a touch. Broad, pleasing hands gripped Soubi’s waist, pulling tight, forcing him into further submission.

Damn it, anyhow, the man was driving him crazy. If Seimei was going to touch him, Soubi wished he would just touch him already.

That was probably Seimei’s aim from the beginning, to drive Soubi to all points of Hell before he made good on his word.

Goddamn it, anyhow.

“Mm,” Seimei purred, taking one soothing lick of Soubi’s neck. The blond shivered from the touch.

“You’re tense. Nervous?”

“Nervous?” Soubi repeated the word, almost incredulously. “Why should I be nervous?”

Rhetorical question.

Seimei promptly stepped up to the plate to answer. Literally. Taking one step closer, locking his hips to Soubi’s own, Seimei placed a torturous pressure to the blond’s aching lower half. Soubi bit back a pleasured groan. How in the world did Seimei manage to stay so composed while Soubi was practically writhing? Such a stoic man, he was…

“You tell me.”

A sinister grin crawled upon Seimei’s full lips and Soubi’s throat promptly went dry. His heart raced. His heavy breathing betrayed his anxiousness. By the Gods, Aoyagi Seimei was just so beautiful. Too beautiful. It should have been illegal to possess such striking good looks, such deceptive charm, such venomous intentions. A simple glance between them left Soubi utterly at a loss for words. The usually cool, calm and collected artist stuttered once or twice, and then went completely silent.

It was in that stare that Soubi realized just how far in he was.

Seimei chuckled in amusement and crushed his lips to Soubi’s. In that searing heat radiating from Seimei’s slightly parted lips, Soubi lost all sense of self-control, all sense of moral decency. Without so much as a qualm, he surrendered completely to Seimei’s will, surrendered to the delicious essence that was his feline-eared companion and would-be lover. Soubi closed his eyes and breathed in deep, succumbing to the sweet taste of his lips, the slick tongue requesting - no, demanding access to his warm cavern.

Trapped against the crux of the wall and the doorway, Soubi boldly clutched the back of Seimei’s head, Long fingers tangled in unruly raven locks, stroking the base of feline ears in the same manner Seimei’s tongue stroked the roof of the blond’s mouth. Soubi earned a soft purr for his efforts.

What had begun as gentle - passionate, but gentle - kissing turned into something more ardent and yearning. Seimei’s tongue proved hungrier than usual; it probed into nooks and crannies not yet explored (which was surprising, considering he practically devoured Soubi’s mouth every time they were joined at the lips), grazing fine ivory teeth. A moan pushed its way through Soubi’s throat; he reciprocated with a withdrawn tongue and a soft suction to keep that sinewy appendage inside his mouth. However, once Seimei knew just how much Soubi wanted it, he immediately pulled back.

A devilish grin donned Seimei’s kiss-swollen lips.

“Bedroom,” announced Seimei as he took hold of Soubi’s shirt. “Now.”

The commanding tone in Seimei’s voice chilled Soubi to the bone. No matter how often he commanded Soubi in such a fashion, Soubi had never gotten used to it. Every time, there was something new to behold. Something new to fear. Seimei was Soubi’s only real fear.

Soubi craved that fear. He was addicted to it the way he was addicted to his Seven Stars cigarettes. He hated it. But he loved it. He detested it…

But he needed it.

Nodding in compliance, Soubi led Seimei through the modest living room and down the small hallway. The first door on the right was his destination. Being a creature of habit, Soubi went to shut the door, but Seimei moved too quickly for him. Before he could react, Soubi found himself ensnared in Seimei’s embrace. Strong arms looped around his back, crushed Soubi’s front to Seimei’s, and once more, Soubi’s lips became willing victims to Seimei’s lust.

Before long, Seimei peeled away the blue shirt clinging to Soubi’s chest. After, he lowered his head, closed his mouth over Soubi’s throbbing pulse. Soubi gasped and arched his back, blindly groping for Seimei’s shoulders.

“S- Seimei…”

Seimei breathed heavily against Soubi’s prominent collarbone. “Mm,” he purred, licking lasciviously at the milky white flesh. “I love hearing you say my name.”

Anything Soubi could have said wound up caught in his throat, choking him. He was feverish now.

Seimei brought his slim fingers to trail down Soubi’s finely sculpted front. The pads of his two longest digits pressed tenderly to a proud pink nipple, circling gently to gain a delicious moan from Soubi’s lips.

Seimei grinned. Craning his neck, laying his lips oh, so gently to Soubi’s ear, he murmured with wanton desire, “I’ll make you scream that name, Soubi.”

Biting his lip, mewling rather pathetically beneath Seimei’s touch, Soubi arched up against his doting hand, leaned into his lewdly shifting mouth. A warm tongue on the shell of his ear, gently rolling fingertips caressing the hardening nub on his chest, the feel of Seimei’s warm body pressed against his own was proving to be more than Soubi could handle.

Oh, how close he came to climaxing in the moment it took Seimei to cup Soubi’s length through his pants. The black fabric offered a rough friction against sensitive skin as Seimei’s fingers tightened around the concealed shaft.

“Seimei!” Soubi cried, gripping at the back off Seimei’s shirt. He clutched onto the fabric with the fierceness of a tiger ready to kill. Only, this tiger was flushed and panting, blue eyes pleading, his trembling manhood desperate for more than just a grope for contact.

Soubi wanted this. Soubi needed this. No matter how much he feared it, he knew he wouldn’t be able to get by without it. He wasn’t exactly a sucker for sentiment when it came to fucking¾to him (most of the time), sex was exactly that; just sex - but this was as close as he was ever going to get to winning Seimei’s real affections, be they physical or emotional. Maybe this wasn’t going to be making love. It was going to be just sex again.

But the more Soubi thought about it, just sex was better than nothing at all. If Seimei knew how Soubi viewed it, then fine. If not…

Even more fine.

“Gods… Please, Seimei…”

Chest heaving, Soubi leaned forward, his face flush against Seimei’s neck, his hands to his partner’s back to keep his balance. His lips gently pecked, gently sucked at the sweet, sweet flesh and his tongue followed suit; lapping, licking a bit timidly at the skin. All the while, he mewled with pleasure as Seimei’s hand roughly fondled him through his slacks.

“Ngh… Soubi…”

“Take me,” Soubi whispered against saliva-slicked skin. “Now. Please… I can’t wait anymore. I’ve waited for this forever…”

This pleased Seimei to no end. Grinning like the cat who ate the canary, Seimei drew his head back, his neck away from Soubi’s lips. Violet eyes stared intensely into blue ones.

A pair of deceptive lips gently grazed Soubi’s own.

“Do you have any lubrication?” Seimei asked in a hushed tone of voice, his lips ghosting Soubi’s as he spoke.

Soubi was rather relieved that he had asked.

“Under the pillow,” Soubi murmured, gesturing to his futon. Seimei only nodded.

Nimble fingers began picking at Soubi’s belt buckle, and soon enough, the fly of the blond’s pants were undone as well. Seimei pulled away the thin material, exposing creamy white thighs and black boxer briefs. He chuckled lustily and slipped his hand beneath the waistband of Soubi’s underwear, greeted with bare, throbbing flesh.

Soubi groaned again.

Moving up against his blond companion, pressing his clothed erection against Soubi’s bare thigh, Seimei licked lazily at Soubi’s throat like the cat he was - the cat he wouldn’t be for long if he made good on his word. In response, Soubi shivered.

“You’re so hard already,” Seimei noted just as casually as he would have commented on the weather. Soubi went quiet for a moment.

Soubi didn’t know why he was so flustered. He kept blushing, kept stammering, kept finding himself so nervous that it hurt. He couldn’t help it. Seimei seemed to love it, and it was in that light that Soubi made no attempt to stop. If that’s what Seimei wanted, Seimei would get it.

“Hard for you,” Soubi breathed out through a husky groan.

No sooner had the words spilt from Soubi’s lips did Seimei fall to his knees before him. Well, that was a switch. Interest piqued, sapphire hues shifted down to watch him. Slim fingers rolled down the boxer briefs Soubi wore, exposing inch by inch of bare porcelain skin; inch by inch of a hardened organ that Seimei was particularly fixed on. If the eyes said anything about a person, Seimei’s eyes said that he was salivating by the time he had discarded the flimsy material; a notion proven true when Seimei’s warm, wet tongue moved across the base of Soubi’s manhood in an experimental fashion.

A sharp moan shoved past Soubi’s lips a moment after.

“Seimei!”

A pleasant shiver began at the small of Soubi’s back until it had made the trek up his entire spine. Soubi’s fingers groped helplessly at Seimei’s hair. Soubi could do little more than watch in fascination as Seimei parted his lips, sucking on the base of his shaft, licking provocatively at the hardened flesh every now and so. Every time, a new patch of skin to victimize. Every time, a groan pulled from Soubi’s throat. Though, it wasn’t to last for very long.

Standing straight, pulling on Soubi’s arm, Seimei led his would-be lover to the futon in the corner. Seimei sat him down, then knocked him over, leaving a very flustered, very aroused blond on his back. Pleased, Seimei proceeded to crawl over his partner, his legs on either side of Soubi’s hips, pinning him. Seimei shed his shirt, leaned down, and began laying open-mouthed kisses over Soubi’s neck, his collar, his chest, with his tongue along for the ride.

It was all Soubi could do not to buck up against him with the immense heat pooling in his loins. But there was a silent understanding here: Seimei was the one in control, Seimei was the one calling the shots, and Seimei was the one that this was for. Not Soubi. If Seimei wanted to bring Soubi pleasure, then he would. If he had no desire to do so, then Soubi would go unsatisfied. And he wouldn’t complain, either.

That was the price Soubi paid for Seimei’s companionship. Everything had had two sides at one point, but not anymore. Seimei had complete control of his blond plaything and he knew it.

Kissing a wet trail down toward Soubi’s navel, Seimei gave his next command: “Spread your legs.” A moment later and Soubi complied - granted, not without a bit of a fight from his muscles. Soubi found he suffered a bit of last minute stage fright. Seimei had seen him in compromising positions, but none that excluded clothing, leaving him naked and vulnerable for Seimei to see.

But he didn’t object.

“Lube?” Seimei asked.

Soubi fished underneath his pillows, blindly searching for the bottle. It had slipped into the crevice between the cushions and the wall, damn thing. When he found the red-labeled bottle, Soubi quickly handed it over to his lover, then closed his eyes.

Soubi couldn’t have been sure exactly what Seimei’s gaze was fixating on now. He heard liquid squeezing its way out of a bottle, the slick-slicking sound of oil spreading across Seimei’s fingers. He felt soft lips caressing his inner thigh, teeth occasionally nipping, a snake-like tongue lapping, eliciting soft sighs and groans from the blond. He was just so blissfully distracted that it took two fingers sliding into his recesses for him to realize just what was happening.

“… Ah…”

Breathing heavily through his mouth, Soubi reached for Seimei’s shoulders, clutching tight. Well-slicked fingers began to move, began thrusting in and out of his tightly wound entrance. The instinctive tightening of Soubi’s muscles served to make the sensation more prominent. Seimei purred in approval, pecking his lips tenderly to Soubi’s hip.

Breathing heavily through his mouth, Soubi reached for Seimei’s shoulders, clutching tight. Well-slicked fingers then began to move, began thrusting up into Soubi’s body, then pulling out and thrusting up again. The instinctive tightening of Soubi’s inner muscles served to make the sensation more prominent. Seimei purred in approval, pressing his fingers harder against the stressing ring of muscles.

“You’re so tight,” Seimei muttered with an arid tongue.

Well, this wasn’t so bad. A little uncomfortable, yes, but not painful. The two fingers - no, make that three fingers - breathing his core, stretching his muscles for things to come were careful enough not to inflict any real pain. All Soubi felt at that point was a little twinge of uneasiness, and then a truck load of pleasure from the feel of a hot tongue laving his scrotum.

Seimei, apparently, wasn’t entirely without consideration.

Before long, the discomfort shifted to pleasure. A particularly deep thrust of Seimei’s fingers elicited a strangled cry from Soubi’s lips. His body tingled, his manhood throbbed even harder than before, and all it had taken was a simple brush against the right spot.

“Seimei! Oh, Gods… More… Please…” The words came out broken, slightly cracked, but they were there.

After a moment of what Soubi decided to be contemplation on Seimei’s part, he heard his lover speak again: “Beg for it,” Seimei commanded, ceasing in his motion, sending his lustful grin up to Soubi’s wide, glazed sapphires.

At this point, with his nerves in a tizzy and his urgency rising, his passion clouding his senses and Seimei’s satisfaction his first priority, Soubi was hardly about to object. All of Soubi’s inhibitions went out the figurative second story window. He wanted this. And he wanted it now. If he had to beg for it, then he would beg.

Oh, and he begged.

“Please… Please, Seimei, I need it,” Soubi pleaded, gripping black hair, desperation in his eyes. “It feels so good… Your fingers feel so good inside…”

Presently, Seimei obliged. Curving his fingers, aiming for that one spot in particular, Seimei thrust his fingers hard into Soubi’s body, causing a gasp. When he found the tender ball of nerves, he thrust again, earning himself a sharp moan of pleasure. With a grin on his lips and lust in his eye, Seimei kept it up and kept it up; stroking that tender gland over, over and over, his burgundy eyes watching with lewd fascination as Soubi writhed beneath him in pleasure.

Soubi couldn’t help it, couldn’t help but be loud. With every stroke of his prostate, he felt the rest of his world going numb and the pleasure Seimei gave him was all that mattered. Where had Seimei learned to do this, anyhow? He was a virgin! Shouldn’t he have been clueless and clumsy?

No fucking way. This was Aoyagi Seimei, after all, and it seemed as though he had done his homework.

A+ for performance, without a doubt.

Before Soubi could fathom it, Seimei’s fingers had stopped. Panting, with little more than getting that sensation back on his mind, Soubi looked up.

“You ready enough for me?” Seimei asked, wiping his fingers clean on the bed sheets.

With obscenely spread legs, lubrication slicking his entrance, his length throbbing like mad and sweat on his brow, Soubi couldn’t very well have said no. He nodded fervently, reaching for Seimei’s pants, unfastening his fly.

“Yes,” murmured the blond, hastily unzipping Seimei’s jeans. In a provocative fashion, he slipped his hand inside the hem of the clothing, searching, until he found Seimei’s raging hard-on, where he began to stroke it, eliciting a soft groan.

“I’m ready,” Soubi said, freeing Seimei’s member from its denim and cotton constructed prison, much to Seimei’s pleasure. “Take me. Take me now, Seimei,” Soubi pleaded quietly, hooking his arms around Seimei’s neck. Blue eyes hazed with desire peered into wine-red ones.

“Make me yours.”

A sly grin crawled onto Seimei’s lips, then. Sated to leave his jeans and boxers pooled around his knees, Seimei ground his bare erection against Soubi’s upper leg, purring his approval. A long, black tail soon curled around Soubi’s inner thigh, gripping gently but firmly, beckoning Soubi to spread his legs further apart. Soubi complied to the best of his ability.

“From now on,” Seimei murmured almost tenderly, pausing in speech to grip the base of his length and position himself between Soubi’s milky thighs. After, he caught Soubi’s gaze again. Passion clashed and fogged the air between them, making it difficult for Soubi to breathe. Soon, Seimei rocked forward with no thought whatsoever of holding back. From the crown to the hilt, Seimei forced himself deep within Soubi’s warm recesses.

Soubi’s eyes pinched shut, his muscles wound up tight in protest. His blond head fell back and he cried out in delicious pleasure-pain.

“… You’re mine… Soubi…”

Scratching at Seimei’s shoulder blades, gasping for air, Soubi whimpered. The searing burn at his backside accompanied by the overwhelming pleasure from knowing that Seimei was, at long last, inside of him, was a lot to handle at once. Fortunately, Seimei decided to be kind about it and let him adjust at his own pace.

“S- Seimei,” Soubi muttered weakly through clenched jowls.

“Does it hurt?”

A subtle nod.

In a soothing manner, Seimei licked from Soubi’s collarbone to the underside of his chin. A shudder ran from Point A to Point B on Soubi’s body; his groin to his chest.

“Relax,” Seimei murmured gently. “Relax for me. The pain will pass.”

How could this man be so calm? So calm during something he had never once in his life done? That soft, pleasing tail - which wouldn’t make it through the night - ran gently along Soubi’s left hip, caressing fair skin with silky fur and a gentle touch. Correspondingly, Soubi reached up and began to rub Seimei’s ear between his thumb and middle fingers. Seimei promptly moaned in response.

Soubi was going to miss that erogenous zone like crazy.

“Seimei… I…”

Soubi couldn’t say it.

“Shh.”

A warm mouth closed over Soubi’s to hush him tenderly. Then, Seimei began to move.

A slow, rocking pace set the tempo. Every time Seimei exited, pulled out to the tip, Soubi felt barren. Every time Seimei plunged in to the base, stretched Soubi to the limit, Soubi groaned and just like that, he felt so full. So very full. The pain was gone, replaced with temporary discomfort and that incomparable feeling of completeness. Broad palms ran up and down Seimei’s back, caressing gently, the nails attached scratching just slightly.

It wasn’t like this the first time. It didn’t feel this good the first time. The last time around, Soubi had been too young, too frightened to indulge in the sensation of a lover inside, stretching him, probing, making him feel good.

As far as Soubi was concerned, this was his first time. He and Seimei were losing their ears together.

He could pretend, right?

Base urges began to creep up on Soubi and he began rocking up in time with Seimei’s thrusts. When Seimei pulled back, so did Soubi. When Seimei took the forward plunge, Soubi lulled his hips upward and took in that thick shaft as far as his muscles would allow. His insides stretched to what seemed like new lengths every time. Seimei discovered new depths with each gyration and Soubi found himself groaning in wanton abandonment.

It would never be like this again, he decided. No-one could ever fill him this way, make him feel so good.

It felt good, yes. But it felt even better when Seimei came across that gland again.

“Aah!” Soubi cried out, his head falling back, his throat and all its love marks exposed. Seimei began tracing each one, each rosy piece of flesh he had left behind with the length of his tongue.

“Soubi…”

“Seimei,” Soubi groaned, bucking up harder than before. His entrance burned, his manhood ached for release, his entire body trembled with every rock of Seimei’s pelvis. “… Harder…”

“What was that?” Seimei queried in that tone that said he heard Soubi’s request very well, but he wanted to hear it again.

Soubi looked up with glassy cerulean eyes, pleading: “Harder… Please, Seimei… Fuck me harder…”

Seimei chuckled throatily and paused in a downward stroke. “You mean like…” A sharp shove into Soubi’s depths. Soubi yelped with agonizing pleasure. “Like that?”

“Gods, yes,” Soubi breathed out lustily, gasping as he reeled from the pleasure. “Just like that. Please…”

“On your knees,” Seimei commanded.

No sooner said than done.

Seimei withdrew from Soubi’s body, leaving the blond shaking with pleasure, aching for Seimei’s member to be inside again. Soubi obediently turned onto his front, pulled himself up on his hands and knees with his front further down than his backside, his flawless back in a slender arch. Willingly, he offered himself to his younger lover.

Before Soubi had time to catch his lost breath, Seimei had thrust right back in to the hilt. Soubi cried out his name in wanton satisfaction. Broad hands clamped down on either one of Soubi’s hips, bracing him, and Seimei thrust harder and harder into Soubi’s tightly wound entrance.

To Hell with pride, this was better. With each thrust in this new position, Soubi found himself in an entirely new dimension; a dimension that was composed solely of himself and Seimei. There was no-one else here. No-one to steal Seimei’s attentions from him. No-one to come between them or force them to hide their carnal desires for one another. No-one to tell Soubi that it was wrong for him to be so in love with someone who knew and took advantage of that fact on a daily basis, so wrong for him to be feeling so good when he was treated so horribly.

Soubi lost himself entirely to the pleasure, to the feel of Seimei pounding into him like no tomorrow. Once Seimei’s motions became more frantic, the (no-longer-such-a-)virgin Seimei reached around Soubi’s waist and gripped at Soubi’s throbbing erection. That in itself could have made Soubi climax, but the hard pressure there prevented such a thing until Seimei said so.

“Seimei! Gods… Fuck, yes… Touch me… Make me come, Seimei…” Soubi’s head hung low as he spoke, blond hair in his eyes, sweat pooling at his roots.

“Come for me,” Seimei muttered into Soubi’s ear, licking sweetly at the shell. “Come for me…”

Seimei’s hand pumped Soubi’s length unmercifully in sync with his gyrations. Soubi eagerly rocked into the attentions. Panting, his mouth and throat growing drier, Soubi screwed his eyes shut and fisted the sheets beneath him. Electric pin-prickles dotted his lower half, then his upper half. Silver dashes clouded his vision. Pleasure and incomparable passion made his blood run hot.

It was all he could take.

“Seimei!”

With Seimei’s hand still stroking, Soubi reached his climax. An opalescent strand of liquid streamed from the crown of his erection, and then another. The fluid stained the sheets, slicked Seimei’s doting fingers as he pleasured him through orgasm, making it all the more enjoyable. Soubi’s inner muscles clenched tightly around his lover.

That was all it took for Seimei to find release as well.

A guttural groan exited Seimei’s lips, hit Soubi’s ear. Abandoning the blond’s length and gripping tightly at his sides, Seimei thrust hard into Soubi’s depths those few final times. Soubi could have sworn something inside of him tore, but he didn’t care. He got his reward when Seimei reached his peak and spilled his warm essence into Soubi’s waiting body. The hot liquid burned, burned so delightfully badly inside of the blond.

Never before had pain been so sweet.

Spent, Seimei collapsed atop his blond lover, panting heavily against Soubi’s sweat-slicked nape. As a result, Soubi felt a bit cooler. Soubi’s arms buckled and he dropped to the sheets, breathing deep, his ribs expanding and retracting like mad.

Once Seimei had regained stolen breath, he shifted, gently turning Soubi’s head to face him. A kiss of his lips later, and Seimei pulled himself from Soubi’s cavern, earning himself a hiss for his efforts.

“Soubi…”

Blue eyes, tired and very satisfied, looked up in the direction of his lover. A small grin curled his lips, then. Soubi turned over onto his back, propped up on his arms a bit enough to see eye to eye with the man above him.

“That was incredible, Seimei…”

Soubi moved his hand up to tenderly stroke Seimei’s right ear. In response, the feline appendage flickered and twitched. Seimei purred in approval.

“I’m going to miss these…”

Seimei chuckled. “I’m not.” A black feline tail circled Soubi’s wrist, tugging playfully until they could lay down together.

“They’ll be gone in the morning,” Seimei announced.

Outside, the orange sky grew darker. Orange gave way to red, red gave way to maroon. Maroon to brick red, brick red to gray. The world went black.

This would only last so long, Soubi knew. Seimei was a closed off person by nature; no matter how close you were to him, he would never tell you anything for real. He was dead set on his convictions, nothing could make him change his mind. But that night as they lay together, wide awake and in each other’s arms, they talked for real. Talked about their lives, talked about the weather, talked about anything and everything that came to mind. Seimei was so laid back right then. So open.

Maybe Soubi could never have Seimei’s heart.

But this…

This, he could live with.