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Eclipse
Chapter Four: Tsuki no nai yoru (A Moonless Night))
by Seishuku
Skuld (skuldsai@magicgirl.com)
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Author's notes:
Thanks for all your reviews! They really keep me going when my problem sets are
bogging me down, my Seishirou-pseudo-muse is whipping me mercilessly, and my
mind has fallen down the bottomless pit. ^_^;; Sorry for the long wait,
minna-san! Hontou ni gomen nasai!
Here's where the rating of my little
PG-13 ficlet so far rapidly drops into the gutter and gets the NC-17 stamp.
Because hey, I figure, if this is going to be a happy/fluffy fic involving
Seishirou and Subaru, there's going to be banging involved, and the more the
merrier. ^_^ I'm sure they would agree with me, ne, boys? ^_~
**grins**
So without further ado, your first
happy/fluffy/lemon-crème-filled pastry. (Yes, that does imply a second lemon.
And yes, I realize that it is virtually impossible for me to write any
fanfiction without gay sex in it. O_O No matter how much I want to hold out, I
just love writing yaoi. So sue me. I dare you.
^^;;)Eclipse Part 4
Seishirou opens the door to his apartment quickly,
inserting the key and turning deftly to the right. The door swings inward on
silent hinges, revealing a room dimly lit by the nightlights of the Shinjuku
district.
Seishirou's apartment is spectacular. Just like most in the
city, he lives in a concrete high-rise, home to hundreds of others who live,
work, and unwind in vast, sprawling Tokyo. The apartment is larger than most in
the building, luxuriously furnished in modern western style. A black leather
couch and loveseat lie in the living room, behind an elegant glass coffeetable.
Against the opposite room stands his fully loaded home entertainment system.
Subaru gapes. He has lived rather austerely since his sister's death,
his apartment has only a simple stuffed chair and a small wooden table. Nothing
like a television set or surround sound.
Subaru remembers to stop
staring, and with his cheeks reddening, he bends down to slip off his shoes.
Seishirou looks at him with a smirk twitching the sides of his mouth, noting
Subaru's expression at his furnishings. It almost seems as if Subaru were his
younger self, itching to play with Seishirou's electronic toys.
Unexpectedly Seishirou laughs, and Subaru looks up, wondering what
Seishirou finds so amusing. He has the distinct feeling that Seishirou is
teasing him.
"What?"
"It's just that you're really cute,
Subaru-kun," Seishirou smiles devilishly, taking the boy's chin in his
hand.
"Seishirou-san..." Subaru blushes again, lowering his eyes from
Seishirou's penetrating gaze. Though the room is dark, he can still see
Seishirou's one eye glittering in the light of the lively glowing signs just
outside the window. Subaru can still clearly recall the last time the last time
he and Seishirou had made love over two years ago. That night is etched into his
mind, a cherished memory for Subaru thought he would never be able to feel those
gentle caresses on his skin again.
"Sssshhh," Seishirou whispers,
softly, bending his down a bit to place a kiss on Subaru's lips. His heart leaps
unexpectedly, and his logical mind immediately begins working to decipher this
new feeling. Seishirou's little voice, on the other hand, tells it to 'stuff it'
and roughly shoves logic aside for the time being. Seishirou doesn't seem to
mind in the least, and neither does Subaru.
Seishirou sighs as he breaks
the kiss, his hand stroking Subaru's cheek gently. The skin there is soft and
pale, gently suffused with the glow of the red lights outside his window. The
boy has his eyes closed, a deep whimper forming in his chest as he leans into
the palm of Seishirou's hand.
"Seishirou-san," Subaru murmurs, his voice
a throaty purr, eyes half-lidded by an insistent desire that surprises even
himself. Dimly, in the recesses of his mind, Subaru asks himself what it is that
makes him love Seishirou like so. He wonders how he can forgive the man for all
his faults, all his wrong-doings, and still losing himself with such abandon in
the man's tender kisses. It had never mattered to him whether or not Seishirou
truly loved him, because somewhere inside, Subaru believed he knew the answer
already.
It is in the midst of such wanderings that Seishirou wraps his
arms around Subaru, and pulls him close for another kiss. This one quickly turns
more heated, as Seishirou's tongue begins to explore Subaru more closely,
feeling the texture of the boy's tongue, drinking deeply in the boy's unique
taste.
Subaru cries out when Seishirou moves a bit further downward,
biting Subaru's neck in an unusual show of passion. The body in his arms sighs
and rolls his head to the side, exposing more of the silky skin to its captor.
Subaru moans, the heat of Seishirou's mouth traveling straight to his nether
regions, pooling into a warm fire there that is slowly and surely beginning to
arouse him.
Seishirou picks Subaru up, sweeping the boy off his feet.
Subaru utters a surprised squeak. The Sakurazukamori carries him as if he weighs
nothing, traverses the short distance to the bedroom, and lays Subaru gently on
the bed. There, he continues kissing the younger onmyouji, his hands digging
underneath the dark shirt that Subaru wears, exploring the smooth plane of skin
beneath.
Subaru gasps, arching into Seishirou, his arms wrapping around
the older man. Seishirou smiled secretly and clasped Subaru closer to him,
enjoying the feel of Subaru's quick breathing against his
chest.
"Subaru-kun," Seishirou murmurs, nipping playfully at Subaru's
earlobe, "let's..."
Subaru nods, and lets Seishirou take his hand to lead
him into the bedroom. He gropes about a little in the dark, almost tripping over
furniture were it not for Seishirou steadying him again. Subaru trips again as
Seishirou lets go of his hands, he falls onto the bed with a quiet but surprised
squeak. He is glad there is no light, for he blushes again and is definitely
sure that Seishirou is teasing him.
He feels Seishirou's weight settle on
the bed, as he hears him taking of his suit jacket and loosening his tie. He
sees a shadow of Seishirou's arm moving to fling the garments aside. Then there
are hands all over him again, cradling his neck exploring his chest, tugging at
his shirt. He lifts his arms without thinking and Seishirou strips him of it and
tosses it aside before diving to capture one of Subaru's sensitive pink nipples
with his mouth.
Subaru whimpers quietly, reclining back onto the bed as
Seishirou nips at him. He can feel Seishirou's lips broaden into an amused grin,
now he knows he really is teasing him.
"Seishirou-san..." Subaru breathes
as Seishirou plunges a hand into his jeans, grasping the erect organ he finds
there. Beneath him, Subaru tenses up and moans, unconsciously thrusting his
hips. It feels so good to have Seishirou touch him again, and the younger
onmyouji arches into his lover's touch. He wasn't thinking anymore about his
sister, or the way things should have been. He didn't care about Seishirou as
the Sakurazukamori, as the cold-hearted murderous bastard that he was...because
right now, he was giving Subaru the most intense pleasure he had ever felt, and
to Subaru at least, that felt like the right thing.
Unable to wait any
longer, Seishirou pulls Subaru's pants down, and throws those too aside. Then he
is on top of the Sumeragi, pressing their chests together and grinding their
erections as they kisses with a fevered passion. Subaru presses against the
weight above him, Seishirou's bulge pressing into this thigh, the fabric of his
pants rubbing against his arousal.
Subaru moves his hands down, fumbling
with Seishirou's belt buckle. He feels a strange need to get his hand on the
man, feel that erect cock against him, inside of him. He finally undoes it and
begins working on the button and pulling down the zipper. Seishirou slides of
out of pants, and kicks them to the floor, where the rest of their clothes lay
strewn about. He'll worry about them in the morning.
"Ah," Subaru sighs
as Seishirou grips his cock, sliding the skin up and down the organ, building a
delicious friction that makes the boy's body writhe and groan with wanton
abandon. Seishirou fumbles around a bit with his other hand, diving underneath
the pillow in search of a small tube of lubricant.
He finds it, spreads
the cool gel liberally over his fingers, and smoothly probes at Subaru's
entrance, tracing circles around the tight ring of muscle before pushing the
digit inside.
Subaru opens his legs at this intrusion, pressing against
Seishirou finger that strokes him inside. He fidgets a bit, panting heavily, his
hips rocking against the older man's body, driving for more contact. Seishirou
inserts another finger, spreading him inside, exploring the velvety dampness of
Subaru's passage. The boy is still tight, and Seishirou squeezes more of the gel
onto his hand before inserting a third digit. He curls his fingers slightly,
gently touching the little button of flesh he had been previously avoiding.
Subaru cries out, arching up, his beautiful face twisted in a look of exquisite
pleasure.
"Seishirou-san!" The boy exclaims, surprised even at his own
body's responsiveness. "Please....I...."
"Not yet," Seishirou replies in
a husky whisper, desire clouding his mind. He is barely able to hold himself
back from plunging into that tight tunnel that he remembers so vividly. "You're
not ready yet."
"No," Subaru shakes his head, and moans again as
Seishirou strokes his secret spot, "I want...Aaaaahhh..."
Seishirou makes
sure Subaru is adequately prepared and well-stretched before he pours the cool
lubricant on his own organ. It twitches in response to the cool gel, but he is
almost certain it is also half in anticipation of entering the naked onmyouji
beneath him. Subaru lifts his hips and spreads his legs, looking at Seishirou
with eyes hooded by passion.
Unable to contain himself any longer,
Seishirou puts a tender hand on Subaru's hips, supporting the boy as he presses
into the tight passage, past the ring of muscle, burying himself fully. He
pauses, waiting for the Sumeragi to adjust, but Subaru is already whimpering,
his hips rocking, trying to get Seishirou to do the same. Seishirou smiles
devilishly, even here he is dead set on giving the younger boy a little
tease.
He pulls out with excruciating slowness, inch by painful inch,
driving Subaru nearly mad with unfulfilled desire. When he is almost out of the
boy, he drives in fast and hard, filling Subaru quickly, and hitting that magic
spot again. Subaru cries out, trying to muffle his scream. He tightens around
Seishirou's shaft, his hips wiggling as Seishirou again withdraws
slowly.
This continues for what seems like forever with a mind-numbing
slowness until Seishirou too can no longer hold it, and begins plunging into the
Sumeragi fast and fast, building up a steady rhythm, capturing the boy's mouth
in kisses, swallowing the boy's heated moans. Soon, he reaches down and wraps
his hand about the boy's arousal, pumping the shaft in time with his thrusts.
Subaru is on the bed, his hands clenching the sheets, his eyes closed, his mouth
open as he gasps and moans encouragements.
"Deeper, faster..." the boy
pants, his whole body trembling with each of Seishirou's strokes. He stops
thinking and just beings feeling Seishirou inside of him, himself around
Seishirou's shaft, every point of contact in their bodies an explosion of
sensation.
"I'm..." Subaru gasps as he is about to come, wrapping his
legs around Seishirou's waist, driving the man deeper inside of him. "I'm going
to..." and then he comes, and his world shatters as the orgasm washes through
him. He cries out one last time, his entire body tensing up, Seishirou plunging
into him again, both men spilling their seed simultaneously, both reaching their
climax together.
Then there is to Seishirou, in that instant when the
world around him turns white and he feels his release, an exorbitant sense of
finality, as if something has been decided upon, put into action, and clicked
into place.
Seishirou collapses over the still trembling form of the
Sumeragi below him. The boy clings to him, his breath coming in short gasps,
arms around his back in a sweaty hug that is both satisfied and gratified.
They float together on the post-orgasm cloud, happily sated and their
minds and consciousness starting to return again. Slowly Subaru begins to drift
off to sleep, his breathing turning slower and more regular, but not before a
small murmur which Seishirou can barely decipher amidst his drowsy
dreams.
"Seishirou-san, I want to live with you."
"Hm?" The
Sakurazukamori grunts his response. How cute of Subaru to say that before he
goes to sleep.
Seishirou himself has a harder time finding slumber, so he
just settles on lying next to the younger boy in the bed with Subaru curled in
his arms, a look of complete peace and surrender on his face. The boy shifts
slightly, whimpers, and buries his head in Seishirou's chest.
Seishirou
smiles in the darkness and gives into the urge to wrap his arms tighter about
the Sumeragi, holding the boy closer to him. He sweeps his hands through
Subaru's soft hair, curling his fingers about the boy's scalp, breathing the
heady scent of Subaru after sex. It is a sweet aroma not smelled for over two
years, and Seishirou is just content to lie next to the slumbering onmyouji, and
keep a silent watch over his rest.
Strange, Seishirou muses, pulling the
boy closer to him yet. Strange that here and now, knowing full well what he was,
what he did, Subaru is still here. It is a mystery to Seishirou, the boy is
completely and utterly trusting of the man that murdered his sister, the man
that marked his hands, the man that made him a target.
The boy smiles and
snuggles closer at Seishirou's warm touch. So strange, this feeling, Seishirou
thinks with a quiet smile. He wonders why he never felt it before during that
year he'd spent with Subaru two long years ago.
It was a warm sort of
feeling, like being wrapped in a blanket on a cold day, or falling into darkness
of sleep after hours of hard work.
What was this new thing?
That
little voice in his head nudges him again, and seems to Seishirou that he is a
little too tired to forcibly shut it in a box and shove it to the very fringes
of his mind.
So he listens to its whisperings, deciding that if he isn't
going to shut it up, he is at least entitled to fall asleep in the midst of its
rantings.
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