Series: X

Pairing: Seishirou x Subaru

Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, implied voyeurism, AU, WAFFiness, sap

Author’s Note: An evil idea we thought up during an Operation: O.R.G.Y. meeting (for more info on what Operation: O.R.G.Y. is, visit: http://operationorgy.home.dhs.org).  We decided there wasn’t enough of fluffy Seishirou x Subaru.  This is sort of PWPish…maybe real PWP sequels will be forthcoming.  That remains to be seen. ^_^ Kakakakaka.

Special thanks to: Destra and Ali-chan for helping out, and Fuuma for playing along. ^_^

Disclaimer: All characters herein belong to Evil!CLAMP.  We are borrowing them and making them do unevil things. ^_^  Hee hee hee.  ^_^

Wish In A Box

Subaru felt a presence behind him, and he threw out an ofuda into the darkness of the street.  He gasped as the falling sakura petals assembled in the shape of a pentagram. 

“Sakurazukamori,” he whispered, already bringing out several more ofuda from the pocket of his white coat.

“Konbanwa, Subaru-kun,” Seishirou said with a smile as he emerged from the inky blackness of the night.  He had a cigarette in one hand, and a grin on his face.  “What are you doing out so late at night?  Especially in this part of town.”

Subaru frowned, just like Seishirou-san to pay a late night visit, and destroy a kekkai at this point of night…where thousands of innocents were slumbering peacefully in their beds.

“None of your business,” the Sumeragi growled, opening his hands and letting a large, star-shaped kekkai form.

Seishirou nodded approvingly, dropping his cigarette to the ground and putting it out beneath the heel of his shoe.  “I like your kekkai, Subaru-kun.  A star.  How quaint.”

Subaru growled, and hurled a handful of shikigami at his rival, the white birds dashing towards the Sakurazukmori in a shriek of feathers.

Seishirou just smiled and tossed his own ofuda out, forming a ring around him and destroying Subaru’s offensive.

“Want to play tonight, Subaru-kun?” Seishirou smiled, extending a hand as a series of explosions rocketed towards the Sumeragi in the still air of the kekkai.

“Looks like I don’t have a choice,” Subaru retorted, diverting the explosions and leaping into the air.

Fuuma yawned.  It was late out, and he was bored.  He’d been struck with insomnia and unable to sleep.  Normally, he would have found Kakyou to entertain him, but it seemed tonight that even the dreamgazer was prone to dreamless slumber.

So stuck without anything to do and no fatigue whatsoever, Fuuma decided he’d go out into Tokyo for the night.  It was just his luck that he’d been in the area when the kekkai had been formed.  A little curious, Fuuma went to investigate, and found his Dragon of Earth, Seishirou, locked in heated battle with the Sumeragi head.

“I think this’ll be interesting,” Fuuma grinned, alighting on a building and settling down to watch.

Subaru threw five of his ofuda out, the thin strips of paper landing in a star pattern around the Sakurazukamori.  Seishirou just smiled as the pentagram that was tracked out on the ground erupted in a bright column of power.

“You’re going to have to have to try harder than that, Subaru-kun,” Seishirou said, although pieces of concrete were flying past his head, shattering the asphalt upon which he stood.  A stray pebble had cut deep on his cheek, but he paid it little attention.

“You really are cute, Subaru-kun,” Seishirou smiled sunnily, deepening his opponent’s frown.  “You want to play together some more?”  He reached up with his right hand, and took some blood that was flowing from his wound.  “I’ll show you what to do with this.”

In the ascension of spells, blood magic was the second strongest, and only the extremely gifted or skilled would be able to control it.  As for the first…well…Seishirou would never get to try that, despite the fact that he really really wanted to.  He took the blood on his finger, and traced a character on the back of his left hand.  He chanted a few words, and instantly the inscription flared to life, creating a savage backwind that canceled out Subaru’s pentagram, and rushed towards the onmyouji in a fiery frenzy.

Subaru’s eyes widened.  A blood spell!  Second only to…well, that was hardly even worth thought.  Though he really really…and he had no time to finish that as he put his hands together in a frantic chant, forming a shield from Seishirou’s onslaught.

Fuuma grinned.  Ah, what blind little idiots those two were, fighting each other down there.  Completely oblivious to each others’ wishes in the midst of their little ego-fulfilling battle.  It was absolutely ludicrous really, and any sane person could have seen from the light in the combatants’ eyes what they really wanted, and would probably have knocked their heads together to get them to see.  What a pity that such passion would be wasted.

And then, Fuuma had an idea. 

It started off small, and quickly grew into a fully-fledged plan to keep himself entertained for the night…and hopefully reduce the overall feeling of smothering stupidity that one felt anytime those two got within ten feet of each other.

Fuuma nodded.  Yes, it was a good plan.

Subaru felt his shielding weaken, and he looked at Seishirou, the cold smile on the Sakurazukamori’s face, blooding flowing down one cheek, idly putting his hand forward and pushing the Sumeragi back.  Subaru was no match for him, not tonight.  He’d let Seishirou get the upper hand with the blood spell, and now…the tables were about to be turned on him…Subaru couldn’t hold his disintegrating spell any longer, and his shield winked out of existence.  He closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

There was a long silence that followed, and it never came.

“Hi boys,” Fuuma grinned maniacally, emerging from an endless sea of black.

“What is the meaning of this?” Subaru demanded.  He looked about him, and everything was dark.  Black.  Still.  Silent.  There was no sign of Tokyo, or his kekkai; nothing except Seishirou-san, Fuuma, and him.  How vexing.

“What are you doing, Monou-kun?” Seishirou asked coolly, not moved to heat as easily as the other onmyouji.

“I’m playing a game,” Fuuma replied smugly.  “Don’t you like the illusion?”

“It’s rather plain,” Seishirou remarked. 

“Well,” Fuuma shrugged, “I couldn’t think of appropriate stimuli.”  Then he grinned.  Even wider than before.  “I’m here to grant your wishes, boys.”

Subaru raised an eyebrow.  “I didn’t know you’d taken up being a genie.  Where’s your lamp?”

Fuuma laughed.  “Very funny, Subaru-kun.  But, I’m really here to grant your wishes.”

Seishirou sighed.  He’d heard rumors of Fuuma’s wish-seeing capabilities and his wish-granting whims, and he really hoped that Fuuma didn’t see his real Wish.  The one he really wanted, above all else.  That would be very embarrassing.  “Why, are you doing this, Fuuma?”

“Because,” Fuuma folded his arms, “I’m tired of seeing you two act like five-year-old idiots.”

“Excuse me,” Subaru frowned, “but I don’t see five-year-olds using blood magic.”

“That’s not the point,” Fuuma made a dismissive gesture.  “The point is, you two are complete morons.  You’re blind.  You’re stupid.  You’re carrying on this stupid farce to feed your flailing egos, because you can’t contemplate how you could be wrong, and the world could be right.”

Subaru shook his head.  “I don’t understand.”

“Yes, you do,” Fuuma turned to him and took his shades off, looking very serious.  “Believe me, you do understand.  And so does he.”  He cocked his head in the direction of the Sakurazukamori.  “And I’ll tell you what, neither one of you are getting out of here until you two see that those Wishes are fulfilled.”

Seishirou rolled his one good eye.  “We can’t fulfill your wish until you tell us what it is, oh majesty.”

“You haven’t been listening!” Fuuma threw up his arms.  “Not my Wish, you sorry excuse for a tree-hugger, YOUR WISHES!  Your Wish, and Subaru-kun’s Wish, happen to be the same thing.  And until you guys DO THAT WISH, you’re locked in my illusion.  Goodbye, I’m going to have some real fun.  You two are blaringly boring.”

“W-wait!” Subaru ran towards the Dark Kamui, but he had already disappeared, leaving the blackness around them flawless.

Subaru sighed, and wished there was something to punch besides empty air.  Maybe if he tried Seishirou-san…

“Well, shit!”  the Sumeragi sat down, clenching his fists.  “This sucks.  I’m stuck in a void with the Sakurazukamori.  What could be worse?”

“Lots of things,” Seishirou replied.  “Well, what a situation we’ve found ourselves in, Subaru-kun.”

“Yeah,” Subaru responded gloomily.  “I don’t like this one bit.  What does he want with us?  With me?  Why isn’t he trying to kill me?”

“That’s not Fuuma’s way,” Seishirou shrugged.  He closed his eyes, scanning the barriers.  It appeared that they were in an illusory box.  It separated them from the normal stream of space-time, even from Subaru’s kekkai.  It was simply…a box.  It was expandable, as large or small as it wanted to be, with very real and tangible faces.  The first thing the Sakurazukamori tried, was to see how it responded to magic.

He sent a tendril of magical energy out into the darkness, and was not to surprised to see it absorbed.  He sighed.

“The barriers absorb magical energy,” Seishirou said.

“Well, that would be obvious,” Subaru growled.  He hoped he would manage to get by with saying as little as possible to Seishirou-san.  He hoped that Fuuma hadn’t seen his unfinished thought…that could lead to complications.  And he was perfectly happy with his current non-existent relationship with Seishirou.  No need to aggravate things further…

Well, not perfectly happy, but it would have to do, because it was all he could ever get.  He beginning to already be half-afraid that Fuuma had seen what he wanted, and he prayed to the gods that it wasn’t what Fuuma had called his “real Wish.”

“Well,” Subaru said shortly, “we have to find a way out of here, don’t we?”

“It suppose so,” Seishirou replied, amused.  “It would hardly seem that Fuuma would provide us with every day amenities like food and water, since he looked rather exasperated and fed up.  We should get out in a day or two, or we’d both be in serious trouble.” 

Yeah, he’d be in serious trouble keeping himself in check around the Sumeragi.  Alone with the Sumeragi…for a day or two.  He liked that thought, but pushed it from his mind.  He wondered which Wish Fuuma had seen.  It obviously hadn’t been that one for that  BMW Mini he’d seen the other day, because it was absolutely inconceivable that he’d be locked into something like this over a new car.  It had to be something more serious.  Something that involved the Sumeragi.  And Seishirou did not like where that thought was going.

Subaru was very, very vexed.  He was sitting on the ground, or what spot of blackness resembled some sort of ground.  It was dark all around, but for some strange reason, he could see Seishirou perfectly.  He almost wished it was dark, so he wouldn’t be constantly reminded of the other person’s presence.  Which made him very, very vexed.  And frustrated.  And he couldn’t really explain why.  Well, that little voice in his head was patiently explaining it to him, but Subaru was busy not paying attention to it.  Because that little voice was very good at not being rational. And in a situation like this, he needed to think to get out.  So first he tried to send his Shikigami out of the box.

He threw a handful of ofuda, the white birds shrieking.  Seishirou watched impassively as one by one, the shikigami were absorbed, leaving neither trace nor magical residue that they’d ever been there.

“Well, shit!” Subaru cursed and folded his arms.  He had a feeling that no matter what he tried, he’d still be stuck here.  With a Seishirou-san for company.  And when he thought about that, he was only slightly vexed.  Why was he only slightly vexed now?  When he was locked in a magic-absorbing prison with his nemesis, with no food, no water, no light, and no cigarettes.  Well, shit.

“Hey, Seishirou-san,” the Sumeragi said, an idea forming in his mind, “Why don’t you try your blood magic again?”

Seishirou frowned and pointed to his face.  “Already wiped it all up.”

“Shit!”

“You’re so cute when you curse, Subaru-kun.”

“I hate you.”

“I know,” Seishirou replied, and somehow the Sumeragi’s remark made his heart sink. 

There was a long silence that passed between them, as both men sat down to think of a clever and cunning way to get out.  In the end, neither of them worked, and they had the distinct feeling that Fuuma was getting a good laugh out of all of this.

“I need a cigarette,” Subaru said finally.  He didn’t really want to beg one from Seishirou, but he really needed one at the moment, and the only way he’d procure one would be to ask the Sakurazukamori.  Subaru hoped he wouldn’t owe him anything.  “Do…Do you have a cigarette, Seishirou-san?”

“Me?”  Seishirou asked.  “Nope,” he shook his head.  “I was out on a cigarette run when I bumped into you, Subaru-kun.”  Damn, he really wanted a smoke too.

“You live around here?” Subaru asked, his eyebrows rising.  It was a fairly wealthy district in Tokyo here, and hadn’t seemed to him that Seishirou was that wealthy.

Seishirou shrugged.  “One makes a decent amount as a government assassin,” he said.  “A little more than the Sumeragi head, certainly.”

“Thanks,” Subaru snorted. 

“No offense.” Seishirou glanced at Subaru’s clothes, which looked like they’d obviously been rather hastily purchased.  “It’s not like you put that money to good use anyway.”

“My financial business is none of your concern, Seishirou-san.”

“Just a comment, my dear Subaru-kun.”

And then another long silence fell.

Subaru-kun…Seishirou had still never really stopped calling him that.  It meant a little closeness, a certain intimacy they’d had during the year of the bet.  And, Subaru thought bitterly, it had to be ruined because the Sakurazukamori didn’t have any emotions.  He’d been lucky he’d escaped with his life.  Hokuto hadn’t been as fortunate.  Stupid Seishirou-san, the Sumeragi thought.  Well, shit.

“Okay, I’m gonna meditate and see if there’s any way out of here.  That means,” Subaru glared at Seishirou, “you’re not gonna try to ambush me while I’m busy.”

Seishirou sighed and sat down as well, taking off his trench coat.  It was warm in there.  “I think Fuuma would do something rather untoward if I tried to kill you, Subaru-kun.  And as much as I’d like to die, I don’t want it to be Fuuma to kill me.”

“Well,” Subaru started to say something, but decided against it.  It would just seem too mean to make a remark like that.  “Well, don’t bother me then, Seishirou-san.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Seishirou lied, closing his eyes, and slipping into an unstable trance.

“Don’t they ever get it?” Fuuma sighed.  Maybe this wasn’t as entertaining as he’d thought it’d be, especially if they would be meditating.  God forbid it last for days.  “I’m going to get a beer.”

Fuuma hopped off, making sure to keep a close eye on those two he’d trapped.  It was careful work, monitoring two first-level onmyouji.  He hoped his plans wouldn’t backfire.

Seishirou sighed.  He was very bothered, and when something was bothering him, trance was nearly impossible.  And with the Sumeragi just a few steps away, there was no clue as to how he’d be getting himself calmed down anytime soon.

So, okay, he had to admit he was attracted to the Sumeragi.  Very attracted to the Sumeragi.  And he explained it by telling himself that Subaru-kun had grown up into a very sexy man.  It was true.  And Seishirou was fairly certain he still had the same preferences the young Subaru had had.  And he looked damn good in a black turtleneck and a white trench coat.  And taking that into account, Seishirou found it impossible to see how anyone could NOT be attracted to Subaru-kun.  It was desire, and that was all.

But something deeper than that stirred everytime he thought about the younger onmyouji, and that had now come back at him with a vengeance and was bothering him no end.

Subaru had already tried several things, even channeling his powers directly through magic, without the help of the ofuda.  It was very hard, but it kept his power strong and undiminished.  That didn’t work.  Not even the most powerful spell he knew.  It had all been happily absorbed into the illusion they were trapped in, and Subaru had the sinking feeling that escape was impossible.  After all, it was just like the Dark Kamui to play some sick, sadistic game like this.  Even with his own Dragon of Earth at stake?  Yeah, Subaru decided, he’d do that.

Seishirou sighed for the umpteenth time as he emerged from his trance.  He’d tried everything to get out, even probing at the box to see if there were any weaknesses.  He hadn’t found any, and the magical pull of the barriers had threatened to even drain his entire store of magical energies.  That would not be a good thing.

He looked over to where Subaru sat, the Sumeragi’s eyes closed, brow slightly furrowed in concentration.  He was sitting cross-legged, hands held out in front of him.  He hadn’t moved in hours.  Seishirou was sure of it, even though his watch had stopped.  Not moved a single muscle, just sat there, infuriatingly still.  Seishirou wondered if the Sumeragi was planning anything.

Seishirou shook his head and sighed, that boy went into trance far too easily.  A result of many years of childhood training, he supposed.  A luxury that Seishirou hadn’t had, but he made up for it with pure skill.  He could weave the most intricate illusions, and he was rather proud of them.

He sighed again, undoing his tie.  It seemed like he was going to be around for a rather long time, so he’d better make himself comfortable.  What he really needed was for some continuously compounding source of energy.  Enough that it could overload the barriers and perhaps set them free.  But, that kind of energy source was impossible, according to the conservation laws.  It would be like making something out of nothing, and that just couldn’t happen according to standard laws of physics.

But, he argued with himself, this wasn’t physics, it wasn’t even close.  And there was only one source of magical energy like that.  It was the most powerful kind, remarkably simple, but very difficult to focus and only a few people would have the concentration and control needed to do it.

Seishirou glanced over to Subaru, and saw that the man still hadn’t moved.  Seishirou shook his head.  Still locked in trance.  And when he had an idea too.  His mother had mentioned it carelessly in conversation once, and he’d read a little about it in his family’s massive onmyoujitsu library.  He knew how to do it, and what he had to do.  He was even quite sure he wanted to do it.  And that little voice told him he really wanted to.  Many times.  He just wasn’t sure that Subaru would be in for it too.  Or even if Subaru could.

Seishirou sighed.  In the hierarchy of magic, there were only two powerful kinds of energies that mattered.  There were those gathered from human blood, and even more powerful than that, energies gathered from human desire.  It was plain, simple, sexual magic.  But in order to control the energy and not have it backfire, the two participants would have to be deeply locked within their souls, so their magical aura resonated with compatible signatures.  If two people who were not compatible ever tried it, the effects would be devastating.  The energies their bodies produced would careen out of control and destroying anything and anyone within several hundred feet.  Including themselves.

Seishirou decided to reserve this piece of knowledge for the very last.  He’d wait a few more hours until Subaru would hopefully come out of his meditation, and then they’d…have to talk about it.  How awkward that would be.

Seishirou wondered idly if this was what Fuuma had meant when he’d brought up his “Real Wish.”  Yeah, he had to admit that in truth, he really wanted Subaru-kun.  He’d wanted the boy from the very beginning, and had been too chickenshit to admit it after their year together.  Because he was the Sakurazukamori, and loving someone would just be a burden.  Especially if it was the 13th head of the Sumeragi Clan.  But in the end, Seishirou just couldn’t deny that he still cared a lot for Subaru-kun, maybe even loved him (though it was a very tentative maybe that had yet to be verified), and so decided to be as close to the boy as possible by stalking him. 

Several more hours passed, and Subaru-kun still hadn’t stirred.  And that was driving Seishirou crazy.  Both because he’d been turning that idea around his head several times, and because he’d been slowly and gradually aroused by the Sumeragi over a period of several hours. 

And well, if he was going to die, he couldn’t think of a better way to die than in the midst of an orgasm.  He could just imagine how many people wanted to die like that but never had the chance.  He’d be lucky.  No hand through chest for him, he’d be in absolute paradise.  It sounded like a good idea.

But Subaru-kun hadn’t awakened yet.  He was still sitting there, annoying still, infuriatingly in meditative trance.  There were very little magical energies surrounding the Sumeragi, perhaps the man was thinking?

Either way, it was high time they did something.  Seishirou could almost have counted ten or twelve hours since their imprisonment, and waiting there much longer would simply not do.

“Subaru-kun,” Seishirou murmured, walking over the still figure and kneeling before it, “You can slap me for this later, I’m really sorry about this.”

No you’re not, Seishirou’s inner voice accused, but the Sakurazukamori ignored it.  He closed his eyes, put a hand on Subaru’s cheek, and gently pressed his lips against the Sumeragi’s. 

Seishirou smiled, he tasted good.  A hint of sweetness, with just a little bit of bitterness not to give you a saccharine overload.  The boy tasted like a tropical fruit and cigarettes, and Seishirou liked it.  A lot.  A lot more than he cared to admit to himself.

Subaru’s lips did not respond, however, but it was hardly as if Seishirou was expecting the boy to kiss him back.  At least he wasn’t being flat-out rejected…yet.  Seishirou tried again, this time bringing some tongue in, gently caressing the bottom of Subaru’s lip.  He had to start slowly from the beginning, it wouldn’t work if you just cut to the chase.  The energies had to build up gradually before one could use them.

It was a horribly slow process.  And it was almost never used because it was just plain impractical.  Who would get naked with his or her lover in the midst of a battle?  That very idea was inconceivable.  But they had the time to do it, and they needed the power it provided.  Seishirou just hoped that he and Subaru were compatible, or they’d never see another of their birthdays again.  Not that he minded, if he was going to die in the middle of sex with Subaru, he’d be one happy spirit flying off to heaven.

To his surprise, Subaru opened his mouth slightly, and allowed Seishirou access. So far, so good.  He could feel his own desire slowly building, and tried to channel as much of that as possible into the magical parts of his energies.  He pushed his tongue inside Subaru’s mouth and began exploring.  Their mouths were now opening to each other, like the floodgates of a dam.  Subaru was kissing instinctively, and Seishirou guessed a part of the Sumeragi was still stuck in trance.  That worried him because he needed the boy fully conscious for sex magic.

He explored Subaru’s mouth, the gentle planes of the Sumeragi’s tongue, the small and petite lips.  He leaned a little of his weight into Seishirou’s hand, and the Sakurazukamori found himself oddly delighted by that.

The kiss was heating up, so Seishirou started moving down, licking the pale cheeks and nibbling the graceful, arched ears.  He stopped for a bit for small bite of the onmoyji’s earlobe, and he received a faint answering whimper.  Things were going smoothly. 

He moved to the neck, kissing and licking, enjoying the taste of Subaru’s sweet skin, so silky soft and untouched.  Seishirou smiled, he had a feeling he was the first person to explore these parts of the Sumeragi, and that made him glad.  He sucked a little on the tender flesh, and was pleased when he pulled away leaving a faint pink mark.

Then he slipped off the coat and let the cloth fall to the dark floor.  Subaru’s body had gradually become more and more relaxed, and had it not been for Seishirou to catch him, he would have toppled over.  The Sumeragi was also being slightly more responsive now, he was moaning more frequently and more urgently, and Seishirou spotted a comely bulge beginning to stretch the front of the Sumeragi’s pants.  That was helping things along, at least.

Seishirou laid the onmyouji gently on the floor, brushing back a few strand of Subaru’s dark hair.

“So beautiful, my Subaru-kun,” he murmured, sliding his hands up the turtleneck and pushing the cloth out of his way.  He then attacked Subaru’s chest, nipping at the soft skin there, bringing his mouth down on the smooth flesh, and occasionally flicking a tongue over the pair of sensitive, rosebud nipples.  They darkened in colour and hardened under Seishirou’s ministrations, turning a deep chocolate brown.  Seishirou smiled appreciatively as Subaru moaned, his head lolling to the side and an arm twitching. 

Next, it was the pants that had to go, and had Subaru known what Seishirou would be doing, he would have most certainly blushed the color of red wine and become the flustered sixteen year old Seishirou had always known to be hiding under that twenty-five year old, authoritative exterior.

Seishirou made quick work of the pants, unzipping them and sliding them, and Subaru’s boxers around his knees.  The onmyouji was definitely becoming livelier now, Seishirou grinned, giving Subaru a very impressed look.  The little boy wasn’t so little anymore.

“You’re so cute, Subaru-kun,” Seishirou grinned, kissing a trail down from one nipple to the tip of the Subaru’s shaft.

I hope he doesn’t kill me when he comes out of trance, Seishirou thought, very aware that Subaru could emerge at any minute and demand to know why the hell he was being molested. 

Seishirou began my licking a generous trail up the Sumeragi’s arousal, hearing the onmyouji whimper in response and unconscious buck his hips a little.  Seishirou took Subaru’s head into his mouth and began sucking, his tongue swirling.  Subaru moaned some more and brought his arm up to bury itself in Seishirou’s hair.  The Sakurazukamori glanced up, but could see that Subaru was still in trance.  He was resurfacing, it would be a small matter of time.

Well, here goes for nothing.

And Seishirou took the entirety of the Sumeragi’s erection into his mouth.

Subaru’s eyes snapped open, and he sat up partially on his elbows.  His eyes were wide with surprise, he’d been only half-conscious during most of what Seishirou was doing, and was very startled to see the Sakurazukamori leaning over him, with his cock in his mouth.  Subaru opened his mouth to say something, but only a moan came out.

“S-S-Seishirou-san!” Subaru gasped when he’d gotten his voice back, “what in the hell are you doing?” and he added, blushing, a little sheepishly, “please don’t stop.”  He felt his face heating up.  Oh god, Seishirou, his mortal enemy who murdered his sister was sucking him off, and he enjoyed it.  It felt good, it felt right.  And he wanted this, very badly.  It was very many wet dreams come true, and he couldn’t have stopped himself if he tried.

Seishirou grinned, and stopped.  Subaru gasped and then whimpered, wondering why Seishirou was not continuing. 

“You’re doing…” Subaru paused, and blushed even a deeper red.  He diverted his eyes from Seishirou’s intense stare.  He was very embarrassed, but still very aroused.  “You’re doing sexual magic, aren’t you?  You think it’ll produce enough power to overload the barriers and get us out of here.”

“That’s right,” Seishirou said. 

Subaru looked anywhere but at Seishirou.  Unfortunately, he only had endless black to stare into, which got boring after the first few seconds.  The Sumeragi closed his eyes, and a single silver tear slid out from beneath his eyelid.

“Then,” he said with a quavering voice, “let’s get on with it.”

“Oh, Subaru-kun,” Seishirou sighed, catching Subaru’s tear on his finger, “you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”  The disappointment at seeing Subaru cry nearly crushed him.  “I’m sure there’s another way out.”  Perhaps, Fuuma had been wrong in seeing both their wishes.

Subaru opened his eyes, and cast his gaze downwards.  “No,” he shook his head slowly, crystalline tears pouring out from his emerald irises, “I…” and he took a deep, shuddering breath, “I always wished for this.”

Seishirou blinked in disbelief.

“I always wished to be yours,” Subaru whispered, smiling though he was crying.  He took Seishirou’s hand in his, and suddenly everything seemed so clear.  It didn’t matter if their magic could break the illusion, because this was his Wish, and he hoped it was Seishirou’s too.  And then everything would be okay if Fuuma kept his word.  He had to.  This was too beautiful of a thing for Fuuma not to.  “Please,” Subaru murmured, despair beginning to wash over him at Seishirou’s hesitance.  “Please.”

“Subaru-kun,” Seishirou whispered, pushing the onmyouji slowly to the ground again.  His heart filled with something he’d never felt before, something he couldn’t explain.  And it seemed as if the disappointment of years had been cleansed with that one simple admission.  “Subaru-kun, I…you…” and he couldn’t wait any longer, and leaned down and captured the Sumeragi’s lips again.

This time Subaru responded immediately, opening his mouth and wrapping his arms around Seishirou, ardently kissing back.  He moaned as Seishirou’s tongue explored his mouth, gently warring with his own.  Subaru moaned and Seishirou smiled slightly, sucking on the onmyouji’s tongue.  They broke apart to catch their breath, but not for long as Subaru pulled Seishirou down again.

Seishirou caressed Subaru’s cheek as they kissed, his fingers tracing small circular patterns over the onmyouji’s skin.  As the kiss deepened yet again, Seishirou’s hands moved down, first to the flat chest, then further down.  Subaru whimpered as Seishirou missed his arousal, one hand stroking gently inside his thigh. 

“Seishirou-san!” the Sumeragi gasped, his face flushed, his breath coming in short pants.

Seishirou smiled.  “What, Subaru-kun?”

“No teasing!”

Seishirou laughed as the sixteen year old Subaru briefly emerged.  “Did I ever tell you you’re cute, Subaru-kun?”  Seishirou grinned licking a trail all the way from Subaru’s neck to the tip of his arousal.  Subaru moaned in anticipation.  This was a hundred times better than any wet dream he’d ever had. 

Seishirou grinned, making due note of the look of Subaru’s face. He’d be damned if this was the last or only time he’d ever see it.  Then he bent down and took Subaru entirely into his mouth.

The Sumeragi hissed with pleasure, his back arching as he was overwhelmed by the most pleasure he’d ever felt in his life.  And Seishirou assured him, as he came up swirling his tongue around the head before bobbing back down again, that did get better.  Much better.  Subaru whimpered, putting the back of his hand to his mouth and biting a finger to keep from crying out…too loudly.  He wasn’t even sure the voice he heard moaning was indeed his.  It seemed vaguely disconnected from his body. 

“Oh god,” he heard his own voice crying, “Sei…Seishirou-san!”  Unconsciously, the Sumeragi’s hands came up and buried themselves in Seishirou’s hair, fingers grasping at the short, dark, for purchase. 

Seishirou kept at his work, sucking hard on the Sumeragi’s sex as if it was some delicious delicacy…which in some respects it was.  Subaru’s voice encouraged him, and he quickened his rhythm, enjoying the sounds the young man was making.  Seishirou had to put a hand firmly on Subaru’s hip, to keep him thrusting a little too quickly.  He didn’t want to stop, however, but he didn’t particularly want to choke either.

Something nagged at the back of his mind, but Seishirou tried valiantly not to listen to it.  In the end he was reminded, however, that in order for the magic to work his magical aura needed to be compatible with Subaru’s; and not only that, he needed to be inside the other onmyouji.

“Subaru-kun,” Seishirou said, pulling away from Subaru’s arousal.  “You know what sexual magic means, right?”

Subaru whimpered as the warm mouth left him.  He opened his eyes, and gave a hesitant nod.  “It means,” he began slowly, his mind not quite working straight, “that we have to be…compatible, in some way.”  Subaru hesitated before adding, “and…our bodies have to be joined.”  The thought of that aroused him more, and he blushed a deep crimson again. 

Seishirou smiled kindly, taking Subaru’s cheek in his hand.  “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Subaru-kun.”

Subaru shook his head.  “Nn, I want to.”

“Are you sure, Subaru-kun?  I don’t have anything to…”

“I know,” Subaru nodded.

“It will hurt, Subaru-kun.”

“I’ll be fine, Seishirou-san.  I’ll be all right.”

“You’re sure, Subaru-kun?” Seishirou asked again, a hint of doubt in his voice.  It would hurt.  A lot.  And he really didn’t want to hurt Subaru again, even if they weren’t compatible and their spell would just explode. 

“I’m sure, Seishirou-san.”  And emphasize his point, Subaru laid back down and spread his legs.

That, was something the Sakurazuka could not resist.  His Subaru-kun spreading his legs for him, his face flushed with passion, his body aroused and waiting to be taken.  Seishirou hoped this just wasn’t another dream of his, because he’d wake up one very, very frustrated man.

Seishirou quickly divested himself of his shirt, he tossed it to the side.  Subaru sat up, his legs still open, thin fingers fumbling at the button and zipper of Seishirou’s pants.  Those slipped off quite easily, and the boxers with them, but not before Subaru gave him a much appreciated grope.  Seishirou moaned, a little involunatarily.  When was the last time someone did that to him?  He couldn’t remember.  And he didn’t particularly care to, because he had his Subaru-kun now. 

Seishirou put a finger in his mouth, sucking on it and moisturizing it as much as possible.  It seemed a crude way to work things, but they didn’t have anything better.  And even this little bit would help Subaru when they were finished.  The poor boy would be very sore in an unmentionable place. 

Experimentally, Seishirou pressed his finger in, and was surprised to see the Sumeragi give way so easily.  Then he tried another moistened finger, and Subaru groaned a bit and winced.  It hurt, but it also felt good; and Subaru decided to focus on the latter of the two.

Seishirou stretched the onmyouji as best he could with what he had, reveling in the velvety softness of Subaru’s insides.  He spread his fingers, pushing the walls of Subaru’s passage aside, hoping he wouldn’t hurt the Sumeragi too badly. 

“This is going to hurt,” Seishirou finally said, pressing the head of his arousal at Subaru’s opening.  The boy’s legs were spread open, and Seishirou had a hand supporting those slender, fragile hips.  “Do you trust me, Subaru-kun?”

“Yes, Seishirou-san,” Subaru murmured, closing his eyes and steeling himself against the pain that was sure to come. 

Seishirou grunted as he pushed inside, feeling the tightness of Subaru’s body press about him, wrapping him in a paradise of flesh.  It had never felt like this before, not with anybody.

Subaru felt their magical energies jump a level as Seishirou entered him, he clenched his fists and writhed beneath the strong body above him.  Flashes of pain intruded on the cloudiness of his consciousness, but he did his best to focus on the pleasure, and to shunt the extra energy their bodies were producing into the barriers around them. 

Subaru moaned as Seishirou stopped, fully buried, the tip of the Sakurazuka’s shaft pressed against a small spot inside him that overloaded his senses.  “Seishirou-san!” Subaru gasped, his world threatening to explode with pleasure.  He couldn’t speak much beyond that, and he barely registered his own voice dissolving into moaning pants. 

“Subaru-kun,” Seishirou groaned, as he felt the boy’s body tense, the sweet, warm passage folding about him, closing about his shaft.  He began to lose control of his body, at best he could simply channel his desire through Subaru, feeling the younger onmyouji spilling their energies into the illusion.  The barrier was still absorbing it all.  They had to…produce a little more energy.  Not like Seishirou could have prevented that if he tried.

Seishirou grunted with each thrust inside the Sumeragi, he could feel Subaru buck upwards, meeting with each push, joined in an erotic rhythm.  There was a certain humming underlying their love making, and it thrummed through their bodies, arcing through the air in a complete circle, building upon itself with each pulse.  It was as if they were reverberating together, in more than just their physical rhythm.

“Sei…aaaaaa…” Subaru gasped as Seishirou thrust inside him again, hitting his pleasure spot and causing his body to tremble uncontrollably with waves of pleasure.  He was doing his best to channel their energies through him, and into the barrier.  He could feel the barrier begin absorbing at a slower rate.

Magic flowed through them like a torrent river, rushing through them and into the illusion, building upon itself and roaring with greater force until neither Subaru nor Seishirou could hear each other’s moans.  The hum of raw magical power and grown until it filled all their senses, threatening to break the fragile bodies that held it in check.

And with the hum, there was a smaller resonation, smaller in magnitude but no less in importance.  And when it was that the two men focused on this little part underlying the magic, they realized what was happening.

Beneath the energies rushing through them, beneath the loud hum of the magical power, they were reverberating…together.  In perfect phase, a rare phenomenon that allowed the sex magic spells to be performed.

Deep underneath the ringing of his ears and passion of his body, Seishirou understood this, and was quite relieved to find that they weren’t going to explode…in the bad sense of the word.

Subaru could feel the barrier beginning to be overloaded.  It had stopped absorbing completely now, and it was only a small matter of time before the entire thing shattered, and they would be all right.  Not that he cared whether or not they’d escape, at the moment, all he wanted was more of Seishirou.  He wanted Seishirou deeper, and faster, and told him so through gasping breaths.

And just when he thought it really didn’t get better than that, Seishirou’s hand closed on his arousal, and began to stroke.

And that seemed to be that. 

“Oh, Seishirou-san…I…” and Subaru, a virgin until just a few minutes ago, couldn’t resist it any longer.

His body tensed incredibly as he came, squeezing Seishirou’s shaft tightly.  With one last thrust, Seishirou gave in as well, sending all his remaining sexual energy through Subaru, and into their prison. 

There was some fantastic explosion, and a very loud magical snap! as the power completely disappeared from the both of them, and spread throughout the illusion.  It began disintegrating slowly, revealing the stale, pale world of Subaru’s still erected kekkai.

Seishirou collapsed upon Subaru, completely spent, his magical energies nearly completely drained.  He suspected it was a similar case with the Sumeragi.  Subaru lay panting heavily, a sheen of sweat covering his entire body, his warm seed still sitting on his heaving chest.  Neither of them seemed to mind that they were completely naked, that Seishirou was still buried inside Subaru, and that Fuuma was looking at them with a very satisfied grin.

“Well,” Fuuma said very self-satisfied, “that sure took a while.”

Seishirou glared as well as he could with only one eye.  “Take your hand out of your pants, Fuuma.”

Fuuma grinned and didn’t.  “Hey, you guys had your fulfillment, shouldn’t I get mine too?”

“Preferably where we can’t see it.”

Fuuma just laughed.  “All right,” he shrugged.  “But it was a very interesting show.”

“I’m glad you just put us together for your entertainment purposes, Fuuma,” Seishirou did his best not to run up to Fuuma and punch him in the jaw.  That wouldn’t be a good thing, especially since he was still naked and all tingly from his orgasm.

Fuuma shook his head and sighed.  “You just don’t get it, do you, Sakurazuka-kun?  The point of this little adventure was to make your Wish come true.”

“I wanted a new car,” Seishirou mumbled, trying to keep his face from turning red.

“No you didn’t,” Fuuma retorted, “you wanted to make love to Subaru.   And he wanted to make love to you.”

Subaru blushed and started fumbling for his clothes. 

Fuuma just laughed again.  He gave the pair of naked biseinen an appraising look.  “Well, it appears your Wishes have changed.”  He shook a finger at them.  “You’d better not resort back to your idiocy, or I’ll have to intervene again and save us all from stupidity again.  The world is dumb enough, and I don’t need you two adding to it.”

Seishirou glared.  Subaru decided to get dressed and tried not to look at Fuuma stroking himself through his pajamas.

“Have a nice night, boys!”  Fuuma snickered before leaping off the building he’d been standing on.  Yes, it had been a very interesting night indeed.

Seishirou growled and was about to leap in the air and give Fuuma a rather large piece of his mind when Subaru grabbed a hold of his arm and held him back.

“Seishirou-san!”

Seishirou stopped, and looked back at the near-naked Sumeragi.

“Subaru-kun…” he began, not knowing where else to start.  He felt extremely guilty.  He really hoped Subaru would be able to forgive him for that.  He didn’t know whether or not Subaru had seen what he had, that they had nearly identical magical auras.  They were probably the only two people in all of Japan that had enough power to control a spell like sexual magic.  It seemed such a horrible thing to waste.

“Seishirou-san,” Subaru whispered, and he collapsed into Seishirou’s arms.  Seishirou caught the slight weight in his arms, a little surprised, but definitely pleased.  “Don’t go.”

“But Subaru-kun,” Seishirou began to protest.  It couldn’t happen again…what Subaru was, and he was, they could never…

“I want to be with you,” Subaru blurted out quickly.  He had latched himself to Seishirou and never intended to let go.  “I want to stay with you.”

Seishirou blinked, and gazed down at the onmyouji in wonder.  “You do?”

Subaru nodded.  “Yes.  I want to be with you.”

Seishirou paused.  He’d never thought it was possible.  He hadn’t even dared to dream that Subaru would voluntarily want to be with him.  “O…okay…” his arms tightened around the Sumeragi and he held him close and inhaled sweet musk of Subaru’ s scent and the sharp tang of his sweat. 

“Can we go to your apartment?” Subaru asked shyly, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.  “You know, before the sun rises.”

Seishirou smiled.  “Did I ever tell you you’re cute, Subaru-kun?”

Subaru nodded, “many times.”

Seishirou laughed and picked his clothes up, slinging Subaru’s coat around his shoulder.  He was too tired to get fully dressed.  Besides, he had a feeling that as soon as they got into his apartment, they’d all end up on the floor anyway.

“It’s that building over there,” Seishirou pointed at a large high-rise.  He took Subaru’s hands in his own, running his fingers over the pentagrams on the back of the Sumeragi’s flesh.  They tingled a bit, and Subaru shivered.  Seishirou took them to his lips and pressed a small kiss on each hand.  “Let’s go, Subaru-kun.”

Subaru nodded, and smiled happily. 

~*owari*~

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