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Log, Ongoing.

When: Oct. 3rd, early evening
Rating: PG
Characters: Sakurazuka Subaru [

ikigainashi], Agatsuma Soubi [

elegantorchid]
Summary: Soubi encounters Subaru on the rooftops. Guess who finds them there?
Note: Takes place directly after this.

Log:

Decidedly, it was warm. Very, very warm, and Soubi momentarily wondered at this current predicament before staring down at the person having cushioned their fall into the rooftop’s unforgiving ground.

He’d only intercepted the other’s path upon him turning to leave, touching his wrist in physical gesture only. Lightly, barely grazing the smooth skin beneath the cuff of the gloves conveniently worn with fingertips.

And then a tug-o-war.

Soubi hadn’t expected the strength, not too particularly interested in reading others when his mind was set on everything but that. His grip tightened, the other jerked, continued to do so until Soubi found himself in a childish game of sorts, and when his nameless counterpart had tugged, he’d released him. Fingers fisting in the material of his duster sleeve for balance...

The ground was relatively softer when someone lessened the fall’s impact.

“You were saying?” Soubi murmured a moment later, against an ear partially hidden by dark hair. He wanted to laugh, amused by all of this, but refrained rather quickly. So much for relaxing quiet.

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There had been something in the way Subaru had spoken that had made Ranmaru worry, not out of his own desire (though it seemed to grow even more, each time he thought of him).. but also of worry for a friend. Instinctively, his nodachi was strapped to his back (who knew who might attack him in the condition most people had fallen into) and after re-dressing himself, he made his way to find the onmyoujin who'd definitely seemed to need a little helping hand.

He hated this; it was taking all of his effort to hold himself back, but he knew his desires were running rampant where they'd normally never bother him at all. Getting to the rooftops wasn't difficult, he knew Subaru often came here, but what he wasn't expecting to see what he did right then.

His heart nearly stopped; had he intruded on yet another victim of today's lusts? Then, on a closer look, it appeared to be..

.. Subaru-san..? he kept himself hidden, quiet, not revealing himself just yet. To see his friend right now was sheer agony, but he was still a warrior with some semblance of self control..

Who was that with him...?

The fall didn't really hurt. Subaru was trained well enough in martial arts to know how to fall, but with the body on top of him, hat certainly didn't make it feel any better, and the breath had been knocked out of him.

Those lips were certainly too close to his ear.

Turning his face away, he reached up to press both hands against the younger man's chest, pushing so that he could stand up. He was acting much too much like Seishirou. Forceful. Eloquent. Subaru's personal space was suddenly nonexistant.

"No," he whispered harshly, staggering to stand. That was when he paused. Ranmaru was here. He couldn't see him, but it was so easy to sense him. His aura was special, after all.

Flooded with shame, now he raised his voice, though which of the two he was speaking to was questionable. "I told you to stay away."

He’d never been one to refuse certain orders, whether verbal or physical, the pushing of fingertips against his chest disturbing that flicker of attraction he’d come to identify as a curse. And why fight it when the consequences were less than disastrous? But what did he care of painful devices? Who was the Master here? Certainly not he who wanted him gone, possibly wanted him to stay. If previous mentions did not escape Soubi, and usually he was astute enough to know the difference.

Like the other set of eyes watching them.

Soubi couldn’t sense it, not particularly, but it was in the other’s body language, the elevation of his voice, the way he presented himself. A game, most likely. Some demented version of cat-and-mouse to be played. And Soubi knew the rules to such things.

“Your reactions say otherwise,” he repeated, low and smooth, dusting himself off when he stood and deleting boundaries once again to take the other’s hand in his, firmly if not too demanding. Gently but quickly, Soubi worked the glove off slender fingers, holding it out, almost mocking in its closeness to the other’s proximity. Then warm lips to warm skin in an offering of secondary greeting before stepping back, hand brushing at the lengthy hair spilling over his shoulders. Soubi smiled.

“No manners?” And he laughed quietly, still so very absorbed.

It was disturbing, how arousing the sight of Subaru held so vulnerably against the other was. While it was something he knew that was in all likeliness, encouraging an attraction from the curse he had come to understand that was settled over them--- it was still a sight to be enamored with.

However, not only was Subaru in a position of no protest, but there was also something else that the young warrior noticed that he was certain, in the heat of passion, was being numbed down but not being pushed away--

.. Subaru was uncomfortable.

That alone was enough for Ranmaru's more protective side to kick in and with the addition of his attraction beind enhanced the way it was, his more impulsive need.

In a swift movement, he had shifted-- and so had the blade he had strapped on his back, now out of it's sheath and the swift runner vanished from where he was standing. Ranmaru was only human, but he had the surpassed speed of the wind-- and he now stood behind Soubi, his gaze wanting, and at the same time, conflictingly deadly.

The blade of his nodachi, would be held barely centimetres away from Soubi's throat, and Ranmaru's hand, on the hand that had Subaru's glove, in a grip rather out of place on the delicate looking warrior.

But he was a warrior nonetheless.

"No manners are needed when all are eventually forgotten." his voice was a low purr of a threat. "Let him go."

Subaru had been frozen up to this point, in utter shock at having someone remove one of his gloves. The ugly scar of the inverted star that he had carved so deep into his own hand was revealed, and someone else was looking--

And then Ranmaru was there, his blade out in...what... Subaru's defense? Ashamed at being caught in such a compromising position, and horrified at having his bare hand revealed, he was quick to yank it free of Soubi's grasp, taking his glove back to quickly pull it on. Then his hand was held against his chest, as if protecting it from the world, as he observed the scene in front of him.

"Ranmaru-san... You don't need to protect me. I am not defenseless..." It was just... The blond man was so similar... It left Subaru feeling weak and light headed and ill.

Again the heat, an unusually sharp chill working up Soubi’s spine.

It was the contrast of the body close behind him, the ice of the blade pressed a breath’s width from the skin of his throat. And when Subaru reached for the glove in his hand, he allowed him the dignity of it, having felt the lines against his lips, no stranger to the pain of scars. If the bandages around his neck were any indication, though more an idle thought unto himself than anything else.

But he didn’t concentrating on that, more curious of the voice murmuring odd little pleasantries behind him, how it also shot down his spine with little more than a whisper. Lust. Soubi’s mouth twisted down, a frown, low. How skilled? Skilled enough to kill, to slice through skin and have him bleed? Death did not frighten Soubi, more a consequence of living and the possibility of tears unnecessarily spilt from such virgin eyes intact with tail and ears. Perhaps that frightened him more, but he shook it off just as quickly.

And in a second, he laughed. Calm, cool, crisp.

“Cute,” he murmured, pacified by the training beaten into him, an unoccupied hand sliding along the fine edge of the blade against him, almost caressing it in his gentility. Soubi worked along it, drawn closer by that inevitable warmth given off so close to him, and eventually, ever so slowly, though perhaps only a span of a solitary minute passed, flesh met. A flick of fingertips, instigating unspoken promises. Not that he would care to keep them when the time came.

There was also the matter of his other hand, still trapped beneath his captor‘s own, gloveless, another signal to his brain. But it happened, that damnable laugh he so graciously presented them with, a snarky sound if one truly knew him, and he tilted his head back, to the side, twisting enough so he could catch a glimpse of the invisible face from the corner of his eye, hair sweeping between them.

“Care to dance?” Soubi’s lips formed the name so eloquently spoken with the other’s tongue. “Ranmaru.”

Ranmaru was still, much too sensitive to the closeness of the person in front of him and the person beyond him. He hadn't exactly been unoccupied before coming here, and as he saw Subaru move into the safety of his own space, he stilled in surprise as his own name was spoken so sensually that it made his mind go numb for a while with images he knew he shouldn't have had.

This curse was driving his mad, with need and want, and it didn't help that catching Soubi's gaze proved to be more of a mistake for himself than his desire for Subaru that had driven him here.

His grip on Soubi's wrist, thumb pressing under his palm remaining as it was, Ranmaru slowly moved away the nodachi, holding it to the side of his body. It was about as big as him, which made maneuvering difficult, but the boy handled it with precision-- he'd be ashamed if he couldn't. It was held away from being a threat, but enough to become one if needed, and his eyes went and met Subaru's for the briefest moment.

At the same time Soubi's fingers flickered across his hand in a teasing touch, making him regret holding him. Gritting his teeth, Ranmaru immediately jerked his hand away, taking a step towards Subaru, but maling sure to remain to a side to both men.

"This dance of passion will only lead to regret." he glanced over at Subaru, suddenly overwhelmed with the need to hold his face in his sword-calloused hands, to look at him even closely and kiss the sadness from his--

WHATAMITHINKING?!, he found his mind yell-- and he attempted to stand strong, now locking gazes with the other man. His breath was already labored, though he was doing well in hiding it-- and he remained still.

"Subaru-san's space is his sanctuary and you will do well not to impose.." whoever this man was. "Today of all days, control yourself, before you do something you regret."

Ranmaru's previous words had been enough to draw out a surprised blush in Subaru's cheeks, but he had been quick to look elsewhere and pray that the never ending black he was constantly clothed in had done well to hide it. When he heard Ranmaru speak again, the young man sighed and slipped a hand into his coat pocket.

Really, he just wanted to flee. He wanted to back up, turn, and run. That would be the safest thing for him. But as slick as this stranger was, he was not going to leave Ranmaru with him.

Slick though he may be... At least on today of all days, Subaru was able to resist him. After all, he was still rather angry with Seishirou. And seeing the blond man simply switch from victim to victim was highly disgusting. Lifting his chin up, Sakurazuka Subaru regained his composure and stepped in between Ranmaru and the strange young man.

Ofuda had been fanned out, and were now held up in a warning, all while his mismatched gaze glittered with an unbridled fury that few ever got to see. Slick, cocky, tailored men... He had had enough.

"You would do well to do as he says. If you touch me or him again, I swear you will regret it, by the hand of the Sakurazukamori." Subaru's voice was soft, as always, but it had a sharp, hidden edge to it.

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