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RP Log: Tatsumi and Seishirou Pt. 2 [COMPLETE] {Backdated}
when; 5 October, midnight-ish.
rating; R. Sex sex sex.
characters; Seiichirou Tatsumi (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thrifty_shadow) and Sakurazuka Seishirou (sakurazuka_san)
summary; After this little discussion, Seishirou fuels Tatsumi’s lust for revenge on Fuuma and takes it upon himself to teach Tatsumi something about sexual ethics… or the lack thereof. Part two.
log;
“Now, we have something to discuss,” Seishirou declared in a lazy voice, leaning back into the armchair as he reached into his pocket. Soon he produced a pack of cigarettes and a small silver lighter, and a cigarette rested comfortably in between his fingers deftly. “You mean to avenge your… Tsuzuki-san by approaching Fuuma?” A small, barely detectable humph of amusement caught his breath before he placed the cigarette in his mouth and the sounds of the spark wheel pierced the silence. None too soon, the tobacco had caught flame and an exhalation of silvery smoke curled into the air. “Quite the noble pursuit.”
"You're saying you don't think I'm capable enough to even be thinking of it, aren't you, Sakurazuka-san?" He smiled slightly. "Isn't that judging the book by its cover?"
Seishirou took in an exhalation from his cigarette and soon after breathed out the cloud of smoke before he stared Tatsumi right in the eyes. “If one continues to jump to conclusions, he might get in trouble one day,” he mused not-so-absently as his eyes narrowed. His smile seemed to take a dark quality for a brief moment, but the look evaporated as soon as it had arrived. “That must be a great strength of yours, Tatsumi-san – to read between the lines…”
Tatsumi watched Seishirou carefully, taking in the other's words warily. He had obviously made a mistake there, but he couldn't foresee the consequences. "Reading between the lines won't exactly help me deal with Fuuma, will it?"
“I’m afraid not,” Seishirou replied seriously. “Fuuma tends to modify his behaviour with his targets, if you will,” he explicated as he sunk further into the armchair. This much he could tell about Fuuma – he did like to modify his persona according to audience, perhaps more to an extreme than most would take. Interesting to observe from afar, to be honest. “I wonder if you can deduct why Fuuma changes his strategy with each person, Tatsumi-san.” The answer was only too obvious.
Tatsumi thought for a while. "To assault their weakest points. To have the best advantage." He closed his eyes. "But using what you've said and adding it to that…." He frowned as he opened his eyes and stared blankly at his clasped hands. "To meet with his victim's…. preferences." Tsuzuki… didn't have preferences, did he? Could it be possible for him to actually fall for Fuuma's … deception?
"No… that can't be possible…" he thought out loud.
Calculating, predatory amber eyes watched with interest as Tatsumi thought things out with his logic. He was quite clever, that much was certain; challenge could be present within this one, Seishirou assessed. “But how would Fuuma tell what those weaknesses were?” he asked rhetorically. “He does have powers beyond what one would think to expect.” Tatsumi was a smart man- he’d figure it out.
Tatsumi stared at Seishirou incredulously. "He can read minds?"
He remembered Kurosaki's empathy and the advantage he knew one could garner from such a power. To have your emotions laid bare to your opponent was give away enough. To have your opponent know your thoughts… what could one possibly hope to do against that?
Seishirou chuckled, waving a hand as he smiled at the other. “Not quite,” he replied before pausing to take a drag of his cigarette. As soon as he exhaled, his expression sobered. “He can sense auras – the person’s state of mind… He tends to play with people’s perceptions. Now do you understand what I am implying?”
Tatsumi understood, somewhat. He remembered Fuuma again and what the obviously younger man had done. The way he had come unwillingly to the other's ministrations. It sickened him. Did Seishirou mean Fuuma knew he would like that? He almost shook his head in denial at the thought. No, he hadn't liked that. Seishirou had said it wasn't the way he'd said…. And yet…
He decided to drop the subject. So Fuuma had the power to sense auras and tended to play with people's perceptions. He understood that. He didn't need to apply it to himself. But then, he thought of Tsuzuki - what about him…
"Would that mean… if I, for example, disliked sexual intercourse… Fuuma would respond to that and show how pleasurable the act is?"
“That’s one dimension of this, yes,” Seishirou replied, nodding to Tatsumi before inhaling more smoke. “But don’t think that’s exclusively the purpose. He toys with perceptions…” Suddenly, Seishirou rose to his feet, approaching Tatsumi before hovering over him, a hand on the arm of the love seat. He wanted to see the reaction firsthand, himself. “If he knows your perceptions of sex, he certainly could twist those to his advantage.”
Tatsumi found himself unwittingly coming eye to eye with the Sakurazuka. He unconsciously edged backwards, becoming uncomfortable under the other man's gaze. He didn't want to think about Fuuma toying with him and his perceptions towards sex. He didn't think any more into what Fuuma had done to him. It was done and over with. Whatever happened was best left as is, not brought up again and examined closely. There wasn't anymore to it! Fuuma had overpowered him, mimicked his gift and… debased him. That was all.
He spoke slowly to keep himself from stammering, "There… there isn't a guarantee to that," he paused, recognizing the denial in his voice. "I'd rather you do not make an example of me."
Now, Seishirou grinned. He was getting somewhere… the level of comfort that Tatsumi displayed in the face of this turn in the conversation had suddenly dropped to an almost nonexistent level. He now was so close to Tatsumi… and he knew this proximity was enough to coax out some pure physical reactions. “Well, what is your attitude about sex? Perhaps that has something to do with what Fuuma-kun did,” he mumbled, pulling in slightly closer. “Is it something… you enjoy? Or something else?” His knee bent and rested on the space of cushion in between Tatsumi’s legs, and Seishirou crouched before the other in an almost predatory pose. Whatever the opposition from the other, he wasn’t letting Tatsumi off so easily.
"I do not think about sex… as much… as you imply I do!"
The room suddenly seemed to darken as the shadows seemed to expand, almost literally peel themselves off the wall. Realizing suddenly what he was unconsciously doing, Tatsumi closed his eyes and willed the shadows back to their places. He did so with some difficulty and opened his eyes to the sight of Seishirou's knee. He snapped his head back upwards and glared at the Sakurazuka.
"Sex is just that, sex. Sexual intercourse. Something between a man and a woman. I'm not as obsessed with it as you seem to be, Sakurazuka-san." Reluctantly, but realizing he had no other choice, he lifted his hands to push away the Sakurazuka. He disliked being so close to the other man.
He had the other trapped. Just as soon as Seishirou saw Tatsumi’s hands fly up to push him away, he grabbed both wrists and slammed them into the love seat with more force than he perhaps should have used. A cold look in his eyes and a warm smile on his lips, he leaned in further. “If it were merely an activity, then why the reaction?” he asked, canting his head. “It wouldn’t matter what I do to you if you really held that belief, now, would it?” Seishirou smirked a little, choosing this moment to brush his lips against Tatsumi’s very gently. “You’d feel nothing, then...”
Growling, the shinigami tilted his head to the right to avoid Seishirou and began struggling against the hands that had pinned him down. For a living human, Sakurazuka Seishirou was strong. As shinigami, he should have been able to overpower the other man quite easily but here he was, still pinned. He contemplated using his shadows on the man, but feared killing him before learning anything more about Fuuma.
"I feel nothing for you, Sakurazuka-san. Naturally, I'd feel nothing towards your…. advances." And setting Fuuma as an isolated incident, Tatsumi found himself believing his own words eagerly. If anyone could make him feel, it was Tsuzuki and Tsuzuki alone.
Seishirou suddenly grew very interested in the reactions he elicited from the other man, and a chuckle left him as he watched Tatsumi resist. All he had done was tease him with a gentle caress… and he had barely scratched the surface. “You realise that your feelings – or lack thereof,” he remarked, eyeing the other with a sly, direct stare into Tatsumi’s eyes, “do not have to matter in this situation? Other emotions can exist within sex, you see.” Without warning, then, he finally started a deep, forceful kiss and pushed Tatsumi back into the loveseat.
At first Tatsumi resisted. He tried to pull away, to break the kiss, to maybe bite the tongue that was moving inside his mouth, teasing his own. But soon, he found himself, much to his horror, easing into the kiss. Finding it pleasurable. It reminded him of the way Tsuzuki and his lips had brushed before, how they had held each other in that staircase. It could have easily escalated into this had he let it. If he had forced himself onto Tsuzuki like Seishirou had now.
He moaned.
And opened his eyes, realizing he had closed them. Enma, he thought, why on earth…?
He heard that moan, felt it vibrate through that kiss into his mouth, and he could feel Tatsumi’s harsh posture loosening in his hold. This was a good distraction for the other, and, taking the opportunity before him, Seishirou finally took to kneeling completely on the small sofa, straddling one of Tatsumi’s thighs as he rose slightly. Once he felt comfortably situated, he broke off the kiss, taking a gentle bite at the other man’s bottom lip. “And I felt nothing then,” he mumbled, his voice crooning in a low timbre.
He was breathing harshly and, in his muddled state, could only glare at Sakurazuka. It took him moments to finally open his mouth to say something.
"Fuck you."
“Is that an offer?” Seishirou replied quickly, smiling broadly and sardonically. And once more, he started a domineering liplock, making sure to have the other man fully participate before he let Tatsumi’s wrists go. His touch moved over whatever his hands could touch, and he further pushed the other man back into the downy cushions. He knew that Tatsumi was wishing he weren’t present and, at the same time, that this wouldn’t necessarily stop. Even if that weren’t true, Seishirou wouldn’t relent until it was. Tatsumi truly did hold his interest.
At the disappearance of the pressure on his wrists, Tatsumi tried to push the other man away but instead, found himself clutching helplessly at the other's arms, for support as Sakurazuka's hands toyed with his body. He moaned, he knew he had, as Sakurazuka's fingers travelled all over him, leaving a tingling trail behind them. He wasn't sure what was happening because his eyes had screwed shut sometime during the onslaught and all he could do was feel.
It felt odd to be feeling all those sensations, to know who was causing them, and yet to be unable to gather enough will to oppose it.
He felt himself reacting there involuntarily and felt suddenly like a kid found to have wet his beddings in come morning.
Simply kissing Tatsumi like he had been was starting to bore Seishirou, and he broke that kiss before starting a series of small pecks. His hands worked to unbutton the blazer that Tatsumi wore, and he soon had it in his hands to toss it over his shoulder. He wanted more off, though – damn the other man and his three-piece suit. Fingers moved deftly to untie that brown tie around Tatsumi’s neck, and it, too, landed in a crumpled heap on the floor close to the jacket. Removing all that clothing would take nearly as long as the sex itself – so Seishirou was beginning to think. A little irritated and impatient, he moved to the other man’s ear and nibbled forcefully on his lobe. He wanted the other to remove some of his clothing, as well, and he hoped he didn’t have to resort to more violent methods to have Tatsumi comply.
If Tatsumi thought himself helpless before, when Seishirou began nibbling at his ear, his mind became blank, lost in the odd but pleasant warmth that sent down his body. He wasn't sure if he was moaning anymore or not, if his fingers were still on Seishirou's shoulders or not. At that point, all he knew was the pleasure and the fact that it was growing more and more uncomfortably hot. He was slowly becoming aware of the tightness in his pants.
Tsuzuki.
Had he said that? He wasn't sure but his fingers were soon working on the buttons of his shirt. And when unbuttoning the first few didn't give him the much needed comfort he needed from the heat, he began to work on the buttons of his vest.
This was progressing more and more in the direction that Seishirou wanted, and yet he still wasn't too satisfied yet. He eyed the other's hands that worked at his own vest with a narrowed eye before he snatched the vest from Tatsumi's hand and tossed it aside. He then let his touch graze along the front of the other man's shirt, tracing the buttons as though to memorise their shape before his fingers worked deftly in unbuttoning a few of them. A hand slipped in through the now open front, over Tatsumi's shoulder, to slide slowly down his back and rake back up gently, his fingernails barely scratching the skin. With even less warning, Seishirou's lips moved from the other's ear to just below Tatsumi's jawbone - and he ever so gently nipped the flesh there.
Tatsumi felt like he was slowly melting down. Or exploding. Either way, whatever Seishirou was doing was driving him crazy. He knew what it was, but at the same time, he would be damned if it were to stop altogether. He moaned in response to the gentle nipping and then, decided, his shirt had to go if he were going to prevent his impending simultaneous combustion. And once that was gone, he felt cold and hot at once. Hot, because Seishirou was still on him, but cold for lack of any contact to his skin except the cool air. He didn't know what to do.
What was he supposed to expect?
He shivered.
Now he had to get Tatsumi to join in. He saw that, yes, the other man was cooperating with removing his own clothing, but he had to be more active for Seishirou to truly keep his interest. While he still was right at Tatsumi's jawbone, he bit down with more force, taking the other's hands into his before he placed them against Seishirou's chest. The message had to be clear to the other just what he wanted… Tatsumi couldn't solely spend his energy on himself any longer. Another forceful bite on Tatsumi's earlobe would do the trick before Seishirou placidly returned to his work. He would have to get more violent if Tatsumi didn't get the hint.
Did… did Seishirou mean for him to do what he thought he did?
At that moment, he had a bit of his sanity coming back. Just a peep. Enough to remind him that Seishirou was straggling his leg, that he was half naked, and that Seishirou was doing things he'd rather not do with him at all. It was all reminder however and, though he had no idea why, he began working on Seishirou's tie to remove it.
His mind was screaming all sorts of wrong, but once the tie was gone and one the floor, he was working on the buttons of the Sakurazuka's shirt.
Good. Tatsumi did get the hint, after all. Seishirou smirked into the flesh of the other man's neck as he let his lips trace a path along the soft skin there. He rather liked teasing Tatsumi this way… getting him riled up, but never really pushing over the edge. Yet. He aided Tatsumi in removing his shirt, and it landed rather carelessly on a corner of the coffee table; as soon as he was assured they both were free of a good half of their clothing, Seishirou twisted about slightly, pushing Tatsumi down onto his back in the loveseat before he pinned him down securely. He meant business - the cold harshness within his golden-amber eyes showed that easily.
His position underneath the half naked Seishirou finally got Tatsumi to realize what exactly was going to happen. Sex. And he was below.
"No…" he rasped weakly.
Seishirou smiled, quirking a brow at Tatsumi as he leaned in closer. "'No'? Do you not want to be on your back?" he asked teasingly, giving another small, yet dominating, kiss on the other man's lips. "If that's so," he mumbled in between another quick peck, "we can switch positions." He smirked to himself before reinstating a heavy, languid kiss; that proved enough to distract Tatsumi, and he took advantage enough to flip them both over so that Tatsumi now was atop Seishirou. Once he broke off from Tatsumi, he reached up and pulled off the glasses Tatsumi wore - they were oddly broken, which made Seishirou wonder just how good Tatsumi's sight was - and they then rested on the floor beside the loveseat. "If you do well, you may stay where you are."
Tatsumi stared down at Seishirou, unable to comprehend what had just happened. And what he was supposed to do. Kiss? Hug? No, he reprimanded himself; this was not what he wanted! He wanted to get away and now that he was on top of the other man and no longer pinned down, he realized, he was more than free to do so. Get away. Go somewhere. Distance himself and begin talking it over again.
But then, there was Seishirou's knee, pressing up there and making him want to rock back and forth for some wonderful friction.
He planted his hands on Seishirou's chest and brazed himself upwards. "No… I shouldn't…"
“You shouldn’t what?” Seishirou looked directly up to Tatsumi with a deceptively sweet smile on his face as his arms snaked back up around the other man’s neck to reach for his back. He waited on an answer for a second before he pushed himself up slightly to lick at the edge of the other’s ear, and his fingertips ran over Tatsumi’s spine with a chilly touch. Just for good measure, he bit once more at the skin right underneath Tatsumi’s ear and pulled him down while he sunk back into the cushions. Like hell he’d let Tatsumi go now.
"Shouldn't…..do…." his words were cut off by a moan, his own moaning, and it was moments until he continued. "this. No… Sakurazuka….san."
But he was too far gone now to have enough coherence to resist and the he forgot having said those earlier and began unconsciously rubbing against Seishirou eagerly.
Apparently, Tatsumi would cave in quickly if coerced. Seishirou found that interesting to note while he worked on the other man’s ear and then moved back to bite more at his neck. “Well, go on-“ he replied in the middle of marking at the base of Tatsumi’s neck, “do something…” Tatsumi was already getting into this very well – the friction between them was starting to heat things up quickly – but Seishirou wanted more. If he didn’t get it this way, he had other methods.
Tatsumi stared at Seishirou for a few seconds, not quite knowing exactly what to do. At the back of his mind, he was thinking this was silly, give up - but at the same time, even though he had no idea what he was doing, he wanted to, indeed, do something. Anything for more.
He bent down then and, hesitantly, kissed Seishirou, suddenly picturing himself kissing Tsuzuki instead. Willing. Wanton. His. And when the simple pressing of their lips proved insufficient, he dared himself to press his tongue into Sakurazuka's mouth.
Absurd, the sane part of his mind thought, but the part in control could only sneer at the comment and encourage him to indulge in the decadence.
That was good enough for now, Seishirou decided, and he returned the kiss and swirled his own tongue around Tatsumi’s with obvious skill. Again, he let his fingernails rake along Tatsumi’s back – not too roughly as to create any marks, however. If the need arose, he would dig in his nails a little deeper; that could prove useful as physical evidence or blackmail. He let his hips arch into Tatsumi’s, providing even more contact between them both as he, likewise, moaned in a low, rumbling timbre. Now, though, he could tell that Tatsumi wasn’t that experienced in these matters. He could help there.
Tatsumi moaned into the kiss as he met Seishirou's hips with his own and began rubbing there. He wondered briefly what it would feel like to have the fabric coming between them gone but couldn't decide whether he wanted their pants off or not. The kiss was good, as well as the fingers raking along his back. He just couldn't imagine how there could be anything else as he left Seishirou's mouth and began blindly kissing a trail downwards. He thought; intercourse. But between men, while he knew it to be absolutely possible, he couldn't imagine it…
Obviously, one had to take the role of a woman. But neither of them were feminine at all.
While Seishirou was enjoying the feel of Tatsumi’s mouth on his skin, he could also tell that the other man had little to no idea about what he was doing. His focus seemed all over the place, and this was almost always the mark of a rookie. He could tell that, sooner or later, he would have to take control to ensure a truly good time. It might as well be now, he figured. Smiling with a small glint of malicious amusement in his eyes, Seishirou pulled Tatsumi back up to eye level and, holding onto his arms, flipped them both over back to their original position. “Good try,” he chuckled before he nipped at the flesh just above one of Tatsumi’s pectorals. With Tatsumi on bottom, now he would be able to do as he saw fit.
Tatsumi made a small gasp as their positions were suddenly reversed. He glared up at Sakurazuka, understanding suddenly how he was going to be the one taking the role of the woman, but the glare dissolved quickly as the other man began doing Enma-knows-what to him again. His mind went blank again and he had a vague idea that he was toast as his legs suddenly felt like accommodating the Sakurazuka.
He thought Tsuzuki wasn't this aggressive, and remembered who it was he was half-naked with on the love seat now. The realization instantly made him feel miserable, but that feeling was easily drowned by the pleasure later on, left for introspection afterwards.
The surprise he had elicited from the other man made Seishirou smile in self-satisfaction as he moved further down along Tatsumi’s torso. So the other was, indeed, a novice. Now he was certain to have some fun with him. Eventually, he slid his form down along until he halted. He now was impeded by the trousers Tatsumi still wore. Smiling faintly, mysteriously, he traced the tip of his tongue along the top of the waist, moving along the skin there at such a mockingly slow pace. He was going to be sure that Tatsumi would beg for it.
The shinigami arched his hips upwards, and began squirming underneath Sakurazuka. It felt like the tongue was purposely lingering there, as if it had become a sentient being that couldn't get lower? because of his pants. He growled lowly, "Just… get it… off…"
“Patience is a virtue, Tatsumi-san,” he crooned out, looking up with flashing golden-brown eyes. After a moment of lengthy, burning stares, he returned to where he was and began giving small nips at the area there. He enjoyed the teasing… the build-up of sexual tension… it was something that instilled some sort of humility in his targets, much to the somewhat sadistic joy Seishirou experienced. While he diligently worked as he was, his fingers ran along the waistband of the other’s trousers, stopping every now and then to slip underneath to tug insistently at the fabric.
Tatsumi couldn't care less about old sayings, at least not during sex, while he was half naked. He wondered if Seishirou would stop him if he were to try and yank off his pants himself. A few moans later and he decided to do it anyway. Better to try now than wait forever.
He saw that hand slide down right where he was, and he knew what was happening. Tatsumi was very, very desperate now. The thought entertained Seishirou quite a deal, but he was not looking for someone to usurp his control. His hand suddenly caught Tatsumi’s by the wrist, and Seishirou moved only slightly so he could stare at that hand. A dangerous glint caught in his eyes as he looked from the hand to Tatsumi, and he rose that hand to his lips…. And then he bit down harshly on the flesh below Tatsumi’s wrist. That would teach the other not to take control again.
Tatsumi watched as Sakurazuka bit into his flesh, oddly fascinated by the action in his dazed state. The pain barely registered and soon, he was pressing onto the sofa, biting his lower lip as Sakurazuka continued teasing him. He hated not being able to do anything. To be helpless. To not be in control.
Seishirou slowly, gently released pressure from that bite until he was merely sucking at the flesh with a rumble of laughter in his throat. Even though the other was a complete novice, he could tell that Tatsumi was loathe to give control to anyone else. Seishirou wasn’t going to ask politely – if he so wished, he would take it by force. Letting the other’s hand slip from his hold, he then moved to closure on Tatsumi’s trousers. He wasn’t too concerned with how badly Tatsumi wanted the release; personally, he was more interested in his needs. He would establish control after so expertly snatching it right from under the other man’s feet. Thus, quickly, he had the closures undone and soon the impediment lie in a similar slumped pile somewhere on the floor.
He sighed in relief as he was finally allowed release from his pants. He became suddenly aware of his vulnerability though; the fact that he was now only clad in his underwear beneath Seishirou. At least the Sakurazuka was still 'half-dressed'. He shivered in anticipation.
It had already been decided in his mind that Seishirou wasn’t going to do much further than what was absolutely necessary. He was going to selfishly seek his own pleasure now – Tatsumi had already benefited enough, and he would certainly continue to do so regardless of what Seishirou would do next. Before long, he had the remaining undergarments gone and then there was nothing left on Tatsumi at all. Now came the fun part. Seishirou smirked, rising up slightly so that Tatsumi had a good view of just what he was doing as he unbuckled his belt. He didn’t care how desperately the other man needed it right this moment – he could wait.
Tatsumi could only stare at Seishirou really. And anticipate. And wonder remotely how he had gotten from talking about revenge to being completely naked and anticipating sex, of all things. It frightened him a bit, but like everything else rational that had occurred to him the moment Seishirou began his advances, their urgency, his usually strong sense of priorities, were dulled by the ecstasy.
Just as slowly as he possibly could make it without growing impatient, himself, he slid off his own light grey slacks and soon revealed that he definitely didn’t consider any undergarments when he dressed earlier on in the day. And now they both were stripped of all clothing, which meant that now Seishirou could finish this. This was, indeed, the best part of the whole experience – and he’d make Tatsumi see that the aphorism “save the best for last” was true. He likely had to prepare the other man for this part, and he thought quickly to coat his first two fingers in saliva. Chances were there was nothing that could have prepared Tatsumi for the sensation of not one but two fingers pushing inside him.
Mouth opening in shock, Tatsumi found himself unable to place the strange feeling Seishirou's fingers brought him. It wasn't painful, but it was terribly, terribly odd. He tensed. "What….?" he whispered quietly as he tried to see what exactly Sakurazuka was doing.
He shoved in deeper and deeper until Seishirou could no longer push further into Tatsumi. Just as he thought, Tatsumi wasn’t terribly loose, but he wasn’t too constrictively tight. Quickly, he expanded and contracted his fingers within, repeating the motion until he felt that the opening had loosened well enough. Smiling at Tatsumi with a calm, almost serene look, he then pulled out and positioned his hips atop the other man’s. And just as he was certain Tatsumi was ready, he shoved himself into Tatsumi with alarming speed and force.
Tatsumi cried out, not expecting the sudden action. His hands frantically searched for something to clutch at. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lower lip until it drew blood.
If the fingers had felt odd, this was… beyond words. He felt… full. And it was uncomfortable. This was probably the reason sex between men was taboo.
He gasped for air once and then continued biting his lower lip.
So he had been a little rough. Seishirou watched with interest as Tatsumi writhed about underneath him; he would have almost thought it melodramatic. And then he saw just how intense it was for the other man; there was a small droplet of blood that was beginning to pool and trickle from the corner of Tatsumi’s mouth. Intent gold hues stared at the vermillion liquid before he licked it up and pressed his lips against Tatsumi’s. The taste of blood was always something he didn’t mind… maybe even enjoyed. While he had Tatsumi in this distraction of a kiss, he pulled out slowly and pushed in deeply, not really caring too much that it would probably hurt like hell.
Tatsumi cried out sharply, unable to hold back as he felt Seishirou go deeper, so much deeper - if that was possible. He, quite simply, felt like he was tearing apart. In his pain-hazed mind, he thought; this was sex?
Was he right? Sex was nothing but painful between men?
The hard part was over. It was obvious to tell that Tatsumi had no experience with such roughness, and it was probably better that Seishirou had started with him in such a way. Now he could better appreciate the more refined aspects. He broke his powerful kiss with Tatsumi just to regain more air before he started another moments later; this time, he pulled out rather slowly and, when it came time to thrust back inward, he attempted to go at such an angle that he knew he was brushing against Tatsumi’s prostate, all while using minimal force. He repeated the action, slowly at first, and increased in speed once the move was facilitated through practice. Tatsumi’s lip still bled, and even though the blood flow was starting to slacken, Seishirou still wanted one more taste of that sweet, coppery tang on the other man’s lips.
Each time Seishirou hit that spot, Tatsumi found himself gasping and seeing white. It was such a contrast to the sharp pain earlier, he didn't know what to think about it. He opened his eyes and gave the Sakurazuka a sharp glare - or at least tried to in the moments when the bright white and the oddly nice feeling invaded his senses. It began slowly and soon he was anticipating that contact, that moment Seishirou brushed against that spot inside made him feel so sinfully good. And then, it seemed to pick up rhythm and he lost himself, not quite sure anymore if he was moaning, or gasping, or crying as he was assaulted by the sensations.
He saw Tsuzuki briefly, in his mind's eye, when he closed his eyes. He wondered if he was calling Tsuzuki's name over and over. Tsuzuki was looking at him and his lips were pressed into a thin line. Displeased? Tatsumi found he didn't have enough time, or power, to think anymore.
He knew that his tactic had worked – one cannot define pleasure without the accompanying pain. Binary definitions as that, Seishirou had always had a little interest in. But he was demonstrating something here. Therein lie extra stress on such definitions. Seishirou continued on, making sure he established a certain rhythm that seemed to work well. Then it finally hit him like a tidal wave. An overwhelming shiver of pleasure coursed through his body, and he felt himself ejaculate right within Tatsumi. He had come already… but did Tatsumi? He didn’t even notice as he froze there momentarily.
There were no words to describe the explosion of pleasure that took over his body. He had arched his back, overwhelmed by the feelings of release and was crying out before bits of his sanity returned to him. Once it passed - and it took a while before the haze in his mind cleared- he realized he was sweaty, naked, and that his hands were on his stomach, coated with sticky white liquid. He also realized that Seishirou was still inside him.
He froze in horror, realizing then the extent of what had just happened.
He had just had sex with Sakurazuka Seishirou.
And he had enjoyed it.
Sighing a little, Seishirou pulled out of the other and collapsed on top of Tatsumi for a moment. Sweat had pooled on his forehead, and yet he hardly looked that exhausted. His stamina was still very good, after all. Once he felt decent enough to move on, Seishirou looked back to Tatsumi with a sunny smile, almost even more cruel than whatever malicious smirk he could muster. “Well…” he said cheekily, beginning to rise from atop Tatsumi to gather his own clothing and slip into his trousers. “I assume you know where the door is,” he called to the other in a sunny voice. “Pleased to have your company, Tatsumi-san.” Then the door into his bathroom shut, and Tatsumi was left alone as the sounds of the shower began to fill the apartment.
He stared dazedly at the ceiling for a while, barely aware of the running sound of water coming, as he tried to understand why this had happened. He…. couldn't comprehend. It wouldn't calculate. Had that been rape? Or what?
He sat up and ignored the dull pain in his back and….. there. His fingers were sticky, disgustingly so, and he smelled. Seishirou's scent clung to him thickly and when he got off the sofa to gather his clothing on the floor, he felt something cool trail down his leg. He cringed.
Seishirou came inside him.
He gritted his teeth and swore under his breath. It took him five minutes flat to slip into his clothes; he didn't bother with the way he looked, or how dishevelled his hair was or the way his shirt seemed to cling to his chest and soak up with his own cum. He bit his lower lip again, finding himself suddenly overwhelmed by the silly urge to cry, of all things.
After shooting the bathroom door one last withering glare, Tatsumi made his way quietly out of Sakurazuka's flat.
He found himself unable to hate Sakurazuka completely though for, he knew, it was his own weakness that had led to the debasement. He had been gullible. Stupid. Idiotic. And he had liked it. Sex… what exactly did it mean now? It needed no emotions. He didn't even like Sakurazuka.
That night, he realized that even if he hadn't learned a way to extract revenge on Fuuma, he did find out something he should have known long ago.
rating; R. Sex sex sex.
characters; Seiichirou Tatsumi (
thrifty_shadow) and Sakurazuka Seishirou (sakurazuka_san)summary; After this little discussion, Seishirou fuels Tatsumi’s lust for revenge on Fuuma and takes it upon himself to teach Tatsumi something about sexual ethics… or the lack thereof. Part two.
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“Now, we have something to discuss,” Seishirou declared in a lazy voice, leaning back into the armchair as he reached into his pocket. Soon he produced a pack of cigarettes and a small silver lighter, and a cigarette rested comfortably in between his fingers deftly. “You mean to avenge your… Tsuzuki-san by approaching Fuuma?” A small, barely detectable humph of amusement caught his breath before he placed the cigarette in his mouth and the sounds of the spark wheel pierced the silence. None too soon, the tobacco had caught flame and an exhalation of silvery smoke curled into the air. “Quite the noble pursuit.”
"You're saying you don't think I'm capable enough to even be thinking of it, aren't you, Sakurazuka-san?" He smiled slightly. "Isn't that judging the book by its cover?"
Seishirou took in an exhalation from his cigarette and soon after breathed out the cloud of smoke before he stared Tatsumi right in the eyes. “If one continues to jump to conclusions, he might get in trouble one day,” he mused not-so-absently as his eyes narrowed. His smile seemed to take a dark quality for a brief moment, but the look evaporated as soon as it had arrived. “That must be a great strength of yours, Tatsumi-san – to read between the lines…”
Tatsumi watched Seishirou carefully, taking in the other's words warily. He had obviously made a mistake there, but he couldn't foresee the consequences. "Reading between the lines won't exactly help me deal with Fuuma, will it?"
“I’m afraid not,” Seishirou replied seriously. “Fuuma tends to modify his behaviour with his targets, if you will,” he explicated as he sunk further into the armchair. This much he could tell about Fuuma – he did like to modify his persona according to audience, perhaps more to an extreme than most would take. Interesting to observe from afar, to be honest. “I wonder if you can deduct why Fuuma changes his strategy with each person, Tatsumi-san.” The answer was only too obvious.
Tatsumi thought for a while. "To assault their weakest points. To have the best advantage." He closed his eyes. "But using what you've said and adding it to that…." He frowned as he opened his eyes and stared blankly at his clasped hands. "To meet with his victim's…. preferences." Tsuzuki… didn't have preferences, did he? Could it be possible for him to actually fall for Fuuma's … deception?
"No… that can't be possible…" he thought out loud.
Calculating, predatory amber eyes watched with interest as Tatsumi thought things out with his logic. He was quite clever, that much was certain; challenge could be present within this one, Seishirou assessed. “But how would Fuuma tell what those weaknesses were?” he asked rhetorically. “He does have powers beyond what one would think to expect.” Tatsumi was a smart man- he’d figure it out.
Tatsumi stared at Seishirou incredulously. "He can read minds?"
He remembered Kurosaki's empathy and the advantage he knew one could garner from such a power. To have your emotions laid bare to your opponent was give away enough. To have your opponent know your thoughts… what could one possibly hope to do against that?
Seishirou chuckled, waving a hand as he smiled at the other. “Not quite,” he replied before pausing to take a drag of his cigarette. As soon as he exhaled, his expression sobered. “He can sense auras – the person’s state of mind… He tends to play with people’s perceptions. Now do you understand what I am implying?”
Tatsumi understood, somewhat. He remembered Fuuma again and what the obviously younger man had done. The way he had come unwillingly to the other's ministrations. It sickened him. Did Seishirou mean Fuuma knew he would like that? He almost shook his head in denial at the thought. No, he hadn't liked that. Seishirou had said it wasn't the way he'd said…. And yet…
He decided to drop the subject. So Fuuma had the power to sense auras and tended to play with people's perceptions. He understood that. He didn't need to apply it to himself. But then, he thought of Tsuzuki - what about him…
"Would that mean… if I, for example, disliked sexual intercourse… Fuuma would respond to that and show how pleasurable the act is?"
“That’s one dimension of this, yes,” Seishirou replied, nodding to Tatsumi before inhaling more smoke. “But don’t think that’s exclusively the purpose. He toys with perceptions…” Suddenly, Seishirou rose to his feet, approaching Tatsumi before hovering over him, a hand on the arm of the love seat. He wanted to see the reaction firsthand, himself. “If he knows your perceptions of sex, he certainly could twist those to his advantage.”
Tatsumi found himself unwittingly coming eye to eye with the Sakurazuka. He unconsciously edged backwards, becoming uncomfortable under the other man's gaze. He didn't want to think about Fuuma toying with him and his perceptions towards sex. He didn't think any more into what Fuuma had done to him. It was done and over with. Whatever happened was best left as is, not brought up again and examined closely. There wasn't anymore to it! Fuuma had overpowered him, mimicked his gift and… debased him. That was all.
He spoke slowly to keep himself from stammering, "There… there isn't a guarantee to that," he paused, recognizing the denial in his voice. "I'd rather you do not make an example of me."
Now, Seishirou grinned. He was getting somewhere… the level of comfort that Tatsumi displayed in the face of this turn in the conversation had suddenly dropped to an almost nonexistent level. He now was so close to Tatsumi… and he knew this proximity was enough to coax out some pure physical reactions. “Well, what is your attitude about sex? Perhaps that has something to do with what Fuuma-kun did,” he mumbled, pulling in slightly closer. “Is it something… you enjoy? Or something else?” His knee bent and rested on the space of cushion in between Tatsumi’s legs, and Seishirou crouched before the other in an almost predatory pose. Whatever the opposition from the other, he wasn’t letting Tatsumi off so easily.
"I do not think about sex… as much… as you imply I do!"
The room suddenly seemed to darken as the shadows seemed to expand, almost literally peel themselves off the wall. Realizing suddenly what he was unconsciously doing, Tatsumi closed his eyes and willed the shadows back to their places. He did so with some difficulty and opened his eyes to the sight of Seishirou's knee. He snapped his head back upwards and glared at the Sakurazuka.
"Sex is just that, sex. Sexual intercourse. Something between a man and a woman. I'm not as obsessed with it as you seem to be, Sakurazuka-san." Reluctantly, but realizing he had no other choice, he lifted his hands to push away the Sakurazuka. He disliked being so close to the other man.
He had the other trapped. Just as soon as Seishirou saw Tatsumi’s hands fly up to push him away, he grabbed both wrists and slammed them into the love seat with more force than he perhaps should have used. A cold look in his eyes and a warm smile on his lips, he leaned in further. “If it were merely an activity, then why the reaction?” he asked, canting his head. “It wouldn’t matter what I do to you if you really held that belief, now, would it?” Seishirou smirked a little, choosing this moment to brush his lips against Tatsumi’s very gently. “You’d feel nothing, then...”
Growling, the shinigami tilted his head to the right to avoid Seishirou and began struggling against the hands that had pinned him down. For a living human, Sakurazuka Seishirou was strong. As shinigami, he should have been able to overpower the other man quite easily but here he was, still pinned. He contemplated using his shadows on the man, but feared killing him before learning anything more about Fuuma.
"I feel nothing for you, Sakurazuka-san. Naturally, I'd feel nothing towards your…. advances." And setting Fuuma as an isolated incident, Tatsumi found himself believing his own words eagerly. If anyone could make him feel, it was Tsuzuki and Tsuzuki alone.
Seishirou suddenly grew very interested in the reactions he elicited from the other man, and a chuckle left him as he watched Tatsumi resist. All he had done was tease him with a gentle caress… and he had barely scratched the surface. “You realise that your feelings – or lack thereof,” he remarked, eyeing the other with a sly, direct stare into Tatsumi’s eyes, “do not have to matter in this situation? Other emotions can exist within sex, you see.” Without warning, then, he finally started a deep, forceful kiss and pushed Tatsumi back into the loveseat.
At first Tatsumi resisted. He tried to pull away, to break the kiss, to maybe bite the tongue that was moving inside his mouth, teasing his own. But soon, he found himself, much to his horror, easing into the kiss. Finding it pleasurable. It reminded him of the way Tsuzuki and his lips had brushed before, how they had held each other in that staircase. It could have easily escalated into this had he let it. If he had forced himself onto Tsuzuki like Seishirou had now.
He moaned.
And opened his eyes, realizing he had closed them. Enma, he thought, why on earth…?
He heard that moan, felt it vibrate through that kiss into his mouth, and he could feel Tatsumi’s harsh posture loosening in his hold. This was a good distraction for the other, and, taking the opportunity before him, Seishirou finally took to kneeling completely on the small sofa, straddling one of Tatsumi’s thighs as he rose slightly. Once he felt comfortably situated, he broke off the kiss, taking a gentle bite at the other man’s bottom lip. “And I felt nothing then,” he mumbled, his voice crooning in a low timbre.
He was breathing harshly and, in his muddled state, could only glare at Sakurazuka. It took him moments to finally open his mouth to say something.
"Fuck you."
“Is that an offer?” Seishirou replied quickly, smiling broadly and sardonically. And once more, he started a domineering liplock, making sure to have the other man fully participate before he let Tatsumi’s wrists go. His touch moved over whatever his hands could touch, and he further pushed the other man back into the downy cushions. He knew that Tatsumi was wishing he weren’t present and, at the same time, that this wouldn’t necessarily stop. Even if that weren’t true, Seishirou wouldn’t relent until it was. Tatsumi truly did hold his interest.
At the disappearance of the pressure on his wrists, Tatsumi tried to push the other man away but instead, found himself clutching helplessly at the other's arms, for support as Sakurazuka's hands toyed with his body. He moaned, he knew he had, as Sakurazuka's fingers travelled all over him, leaving a tingling trail behind them. He wasn't sure what was happening because his eyes had screwed shut sometime during the onslaught and all he could do was feel.
It felt odd to be feeling all those sensations, to know who was causing them, and yet to be unable to gather enough will to oppose it.
He felt himself reacting there involuntarily and felt suddenly like a kid found to have wet his beddings in come morning.
Simply kissing Tatsumi like he had been was starting to bore Seishirou, and he broke that kiss before starting a series of small pecks. His hands worked to unbutton the blazer that Tatsumi wore, and he soon had it in his hands to toss it over his shoulder. He wanted more off, though – damn the other man and his three-piece suit. Fingers moved deftly to untie that brown tie around Tatsumi’s neck, and it, too, landed in a crumpled heap on the floor close to the jacket. Removing all that clothing would take nearly as long as the sex itself – so Seishirou was beginning to think. A little irritated and impatient, he moved to the other man’s ear and nibbled forcefully on his lobe. He wanted the other to remove some of his clothing, as well, and he hoped he didn’t have to resort to more violent methods to have Tatsumi comply.
If Tatsumi thought himself helpless before, when Seishirou began nibbling at his ear, his mind became blank, lost in the odd but pleasant warmth that sent down his body. He wasn't sure if he was moaning anymore or not, if his fingers were still on Seishirou's shoulders or not. At that point, all he knew was the pleasure and the fact that it was growing more and more uncomfortably hot. He was slowly becoming aware of the tightness in his pants.
Tsuzuki.
Had he said that? He wasn't sure but his fingers were soon working on the buttons of his shirt. And when unbuttoning the first few didn't give him the much needed comfort he needed from the heat, he began to work on the buttons of his vest.
This was progressing more and more in the direction that Seishirou wanted, and yet he still wasn't too satisfied yet. He eyed the other's hands that worked at his own vest with a narrowed eye before he snatched the vest from Tatsumi's hand and tossed it aside. He then let his touch graze along the front of the other man's shirt, tracing the buttons as though to memorise their shape before his fingers worked deftly in unbuttoning a few of them. A hand slipped in through the now open front, over Tatsumi's shoulder, to slide slowly down his back and rake back up gently, his fingernails barely scratching the skin. With even less warning, Seishirou's lips moved from the other's ear to just below Tatsumi's jawbone - and he ever so gently nipped the flesh there.
Tatsumi felt like he was slowly melting down. Or exploding. Either way, whatever Seishirou was doing was driving him crazy. He knew what it was, but at the same time, he would be damned if it were to stop altogether. He moaned in response to the gentle nipping and then, decided, his shirt had to go if he were going to prevent his impending simultaneous combustion. And once that was gone, he felt cold and hot at once. Hot, because Seishirou was still on him, but cold for lack of any contact to his skin except the cool air. He didn't know what to do.
What was he supposed to expect?
He shivered.
Now he had to get Tatsumi to join in. He saw that, yes, the other man was cooperating with removing his own clothing, but he had to be more active for Seishirou to truly keep his interest. While he still was right at Tatsumi's jawbone, he bit down with more force, taking the other's hands into his before he placed them against Seishirou's chest. The message had to be clear to the other just what he wanted… Tatsumi couldn't solely spend his energy on himself any longer. Another forceful bite on Tatsumi's earlobe would do the trick before Seishirou placidly returned to his work. He would have to get more violent if Tatsumi didn't get the hint.
Did… did Seishirou mean for him to do what he thought he did?
At that moment, he had a bit of his sanity coming back. Just a peep. Enough to remind him that Seishirou was straggling his leg, that he was half naked, and that Seishirou was doing things he'd rather not do with him at all. It was all reminder however and, though he had no idea why, he began working on Seishirou's tie to remove it.
His mind was screaming all sorts of wrong, but once the tie was gone and one the floor, he was working on the buttons of the Sakurazuka's shirt.
Good. Tatsumi did get the hint, after all. Seishirou smirked into the flesh of the other man's neck as he let his lips trace a path along the soft skin there. He rather liked teasing Tatsumi this way… getting him riled up, but never really pushing over the edge. Yet. He aided Tatsumi in removing his shirt, and it landed rather carelessly on a corner of the coffee table; as soon as he was assured they both were free of a good half of their clothing, Seishirou twisted about slightly, pushing Tatsumi down onto his back in the loveseat before he pinned him down securely. He meant business - the cold harshness within his golden-amber eyes showed that easily.
His position underneath the half naked Seishirou finally got Tatsumi to realize what exactly was going to happen. Sex. And he was below.
"No…" he rasped weakly.
Seishirou smiled, quirking a brow at Tatsumi as he leaned in closer. "'No'? Do you not want to be on your back?" he asked teasingly, giving another small, yet dominating, kiss on the other man's lips. "If that's so," he mumbled in between another quick peck, "we can switch positions." He smirked to himself before reinstating a heavy, languid kiss; that proved enough to distract Tatsumi, and he took advantage enough to flip them both over so that Tatsumi now was atop Seishirou. Once he broke off from Tatsumi, he reached up and pulled off the glasses Tatsumi wore - they were oddly broken, which made Seishirou wonder just how good Tatsumi's sight was - and they then rested on the floor beside the loveseat. "If you do well, you may stay where you are."
Tatsumi stared down at Seishirou, unable to comprehend what had just happened. And what he was supposed to do. Kiss? Hug? No, he reprimanded himself; this was not what he wanted! He wanted to get away and now that he was on top of the other man and no longer pinned down, he realized, he was more than free to do so. Get away. Go somewhere. Distance himself and begin talking it over again.
But then, there was Seishirou's knee, pressing up there and making him want to rock back and forth for some wonderful friction.
He planted his hands on Seishirou's chest and brazed himself upwards. "No… I shouldn't…"
“You shouldn’t what?” Seishirou looked directly up to Tatsumi with a deceptively sweet smile on his face as his arms snaked back up around the other man’s neck to reach for his back. He waited on an answer for a second before he pushed himself up slightly to lick at the edge of the other’s ear, and his fingertips ran over Tatsumi’s spine with a chilly touch. Just for good measure, he bit once more at the skin right underneath Tatsumi’s ear and pulled him down while he sunk back into the cushions. Like hell he’d let Tatsumi go now.
"Shouldn't…..do…." his words were cut off by a moan, his own moaning, and it was moments until he continued. "this. No… Sakurazuka….san."
But he was too far gone now to have enough coherence to resist and the he forgot having said those earlier and began unconsciously rubbing against Seishirou eagerly.
Apparently, Tatsumi would cave in quickly if coerced. Seishirou found that interesting to note while he worked on the other man’s ear and then moved back to bite more at his neck. “Well, go on-“ he replied in the middle of marking at the base of Tatsumi’s neck, “do something…” Tatsumi was already getting into this very well – the friction between them was starting to heat things up quickly – but Seishirou wanted more. If he didn’t get it this way, he had other methods.
Tatsumi stared at Seishirou for a few seconds, not quite knowing exactly what to do. At the back of his mind, he was thinking this was silly, give up - but at the same time, even though he had no idea what he was doing, he wanted to, indeed, do something. Anything for more.
He bent down then and, hesitantly, kissed Seishirou, suddenly picturing himself kissing Tsuzuki instead. Willing. Wanton. His. And when the simple pressing of their lips proved insufficient, he dared himself to press his tongue into Sakurazuka's mouth.
Absurd, the sane part of his mind thought, but the part in control could only sneer at the comment and encourage him to indulge in the decadence.
That was good enough for now, Seishirou decided, and he returned the kiss and swirled his own tongue around Tatsumi’s with obvious skill. Again, he let his fingernails rake along Tatsumi’s back – not too roughly as to create any marks, however. If the need arose, he would dig in his nails a little deeper; that could prove useful as physical evidence or blackmail. He let his hips arch into Tatsumi’s, providing even more contact between them both as he, likewise, moaned in a low, rumbling timbre. Now, though, he could tell that Tatsumi wasn’t that experienced in these matters. He could help there.
Tatsumi moaned into the kiss as he met Seishirou's hips with his own and began rubbing there. He wondered briefly what it would feel like to have the fabric coming between them gone but couldn't decide whether he wanted their pants off or not. The kiss was good, as well as the fingers raking along his back. He just couldn't imagine how there could be anything else as he left Seishirou's mouth and began blindly kissing a trail downwards. He thought; intercourse. But between men, while he knew it to be absolutely possible, he couldn't imagine it…
Obviously, one had to take the role of a woman. But neither of them were feminine at all.
While Seishirou was enjoying the feel of Tatsumi’s mouth on his skin, he could also tell that the other man had little to no idea about what he was doing. His focus seemed all over the place, and this was almost always the mark of a rookie. He could tell that, sooner or later, he would have to take control to ensure a truly good time. It might as well be now, he figured. Smiling with a small glint of malicious amusement in his eyes, Seishirou pulled Tatsumi back up to eye level and, holding onto his arms, flipped them both over back to their original position. “Good try,” he chuckled before he nipped at the flesh just above one of Tatsumi’s pectorals. With Tatsumi on bottom, now he would be able to do as he saw fit.
Tatsumi made a small gasp as their positions were suddenly reversed. He glared up at Sakurazuka, understanding suddenly how he was going to be the one taking the role of the woman, but the glare dissolved quickly as the other man began doing Enma-knows-what to him again. His mind went blank again and he had a vague idea that he was toast as his legs suddenly felt like accommodating the Sakurazuka.
He thought Tsuzuki wasn't this aggressive, and remembered who it was he was half-naked with on the love seat now. The realization instantly made him feel miserable, but that feeling was easily drowned by the pleasure later on, left for introspection afterwards.
The surprise he had elicited from the other man made Seishirou smile in self-satisfaction as he moved further down along Tatsumi’s torso. So the other was, indeed, a novice. Now he was certain to have some fun with him. Eventually, he slid his form down along until he halted. He now was impeded by the trousers Tatsumi still wore. Smiling faintly, mysteriously, he traced the tip of his tongue along the top of the waist, moving along the skin there at such a mockingly slow pace. He was going to be sure that Tatsumi would beg for it.
The shinigami arched his hips upwards, and began squirming underneath Sakurazuka. It felt like the tongue was purposely lingering there, as if it had become a sentient being that couldn't get lower? because of his pants. He growled lowly, "Just… get it… off…"
“Patience is a virtue, Tatsumi-san,” he crooned out, looking up with flashing golden-brown eyes. After a moment of lengthy, burning stares, he returned to where he was and began giving small nips at the area there. He enjoyed the teasing… the build-up of sexual tension… it was something that instilled some sort of humility in his targets, much to the somewhat sadistic joy Seishirou experienced. While he diligently worked as he was, his fingers ran along the waistband of the other’s trousers, stopping every now and then to slip underneath to tug insistently at the fabric.
Tatsumi couldn't care less about old sayings, at least not during sex, while he was half naked. He wondered if Seishirou would stop him if he were to try and yank off his pants himself. A few moans later and he decided to do it anyway. Better to try now than wait forever.
He saw that hand slide down right where he was, and he knew what was happening. Tatsumi was very, very desperate now. The thought entertained Seishirou quite a deal, but he was not looking for someone to usurp his control. His hand suddenly caught Tatsumi’s by the wrist, and Seishirou moved only slightly so he could stare at that hand. A dangerous glint caught in his eyes as he looked from the hand to Tatsumi, and he rose that hand to his lips…. And then he bit down harshly on the flesh below Tatsumi’s wrist. That would teach the other not to take control again.
Tatsumi watched as Sakurazuka bit into his flesh, oddly fascinated by the action in his dazed state. The pain barely registered and soon, he was pressing onto the sofa, biting his lower lip as Sakurazuka continued teasing him. He hated not being able to do anything. To be helpless. To not be in control.
Seishirou slowly, gently released pressure from that bite until he was merely sucking at the flesh with a rumble of laughter in his throat. Even though the other was a complete novice, he could tell that Tatsumi was loathe to give control to anyone else. Seishirou wasn’t going to ask politely – if he so wished, he would take it by force. Letting the other’s hand slip from his hold, he then moved to closure on Tatsumi’s trousers. He wasn’t too concerned with how badly Tatsumi wanted the release; personally, he was more interested in his needs. He would establish control after so expertly snatching it right from under the other man’s feet. Thus, quickly, he had the closures undone and soon the impediment lie in a similar slumped pile somewhere on the floor.
He sighed in relief as he was finally allowed release from his pants. He became suddenly aware of his vulnerability though; the fact that he was now only clad in his underwear beneath Seishirou. At least the Sakurazuka was still 'half-dressed'. He shivered in anticipation.
It had already been decided in his mind that Seishirou wasn’t going to do much further than what was absolutely necessary. He was going to selfishly seek his own pleasure now – Tatsumi had already benefited enough, and he would certainly continue to do so regardless of what Seishirou would do next. Before long, he had the remaining undergarments gone and then there was nothing left on Tatsumi at all. Now came the fun part. Seishirou smirked, rising up slightly so that Tatsumi had a good view of just what he was doing as he unbuckled his belt. He didn’t care how desperately the other man needed it right this moment – he could wait.
Tatsumi could only stare at Seishirou really. And anticipate. And wonder remotely how he had gotten from talking about revenge to being completely naked and anticipating sex, of all things. It frightened him a bit, but like everything else rational that had occurred to him the moment Seishirou began his advances, their urgency, his usually strong sense of priorities, were dulled by the ecstasy.
Just as slowly as he possibly could make it without growing impatient, himself, he slid off his own light grey slacks and soon revealed that he definitely didn’t consider any undergarments when he dressed earlier on in the day. And now they both were stripped of all clothing, which meant that now Seishirou could finish this. This was, indeed, the best part of the whole experience – and he’d make Tatsumi see that the aphorism “save the best for last” was true. He likely had to prepare the other man for this part, and he thought quickly to coat his first two fingers in saliva. Chances were there was nothing that could have prepared Tatsumi for the sensation of not one but two fingers pushing inside him.
Mouth opening in shock, Tatsumi found himself unable to place the strange feeling Seishirou's fingers brought him. It wasn't painful, but it was terribly, terribly odd. He tensed. "What….?" he whispered quietly as he tried to see what exactly Sakurazuka was doing.
He shoved in deeper and deeper until Seishirou could no longer push further into Tatsumi. Just as he thought, Tatsumi wasn’t terribly loose, but he wasn’t too constrictively tight. Quickly, he expanded and contracted his fingers within, repeating the motion until he felt that the opening had loosened well enough. Smiling at Tatsumi with a calm, almost serene look, he then pulled out and positioned his hips atop the other man’s. And just as he was certain Tatsumi was ready, he shoved himself into Tatsumi with alarming speed and force.
Tatsumi cried out, not expecting the sudden action. His hands frantically searched for something to clutch at. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lower lip until it drew blood.
If the fingers had felt odd, this was… beyond words. He felt… full. And it was uncomfortable. This was probably the reason sex between men was taboo.
He gasped for air once and then continued biting his lower lip.
So he had been a little rough. Seishirou watched with interest as Tatsumi writhed about underneath him; he would have almost thought it melodramatic. And then he saw just how intense it was for the other man; there was a small droplet of blood that was beginning to pool and trickle from the corner of Tatsumi’s mouth. Intent gold hues stared at the vermillion liquid before he licked it up and pressed his lips against Tatsumi’s. The taste of blood was always something he didn’t mind… maybe even enjoyed. While he had Tatsumi in this distraction of a kiss, he pulled out slowly and pushed in deeply, not really caring too much that it would probably hurt like hell.
Tatsumi cried out sharply, unable to hold back as he felt Seishirou go deeper, so much deeper - if that was possible. He, quite simply, felt like he was tearing apart. In his pain-hazed mind, he thought; this was sex?
Was he right? Sex was nothing but painful between men?
The hard part was over. It was obvious to tell that Tatsumi had no experience with such roughness, and it was probably better that Seishirou had started with him in such a way. Now he could better appreciate the more refined aspects. He broke his powerful kiss with Tatsumi just to regain more air before he started another moments later; this time, he pulled out rather slowly and, when it came time to thrust back inward, he attempted to go at such an angle that he knew he was brushing against Tatsumi’s prostate, all while using minimal force. He repeated the action, slowly at first, and increased in speed once the move was facilitated through practice. Tatsumi’s lip still bled, and even though the blood flow was starting to slacken, Seishirou still wanted one more taste of that sweet, coppery tang on the other man’s lips.
Each time Seishirou hit that spot, Tatsumi found himself gasping and seeing white. It was such a contrast to the sharp pain earlier, he didn't know what to think about it. He opened his eyes and gave the Sakurazuka a sharp glare - or at least tried to in the moments when the bright white and the oddly nice feeling invaded his senses. It began slowly and soon he was anticipating that contact, that moment Seishirou brushed against that spot inside made him feel so sinfully good. And then, it seemed to pick up rhythm and he lost himself, not quite sure anymore if he was moaning, or gasping, or crying as he was assaulted by the sensations.
He saw Tsuzuki briefly, in his mind's eye, when he closed his eyes. He wondered if he was calling Tsuzuki's name over and over. Tsuzuki was looking at him and his lips were pressed into a thin line. Displeased? Tatsumi found he didn't have enough time, or power, to think anymore.
He knew that his tactic had worked – one cannot define pleasure without the accompanying pain. Binary definitions as that, Seishirou had always had a little interest in. But he was demonstrating something here. Therein lie extra stress on such definitions. Seishirou continued on, making sure he established a certain rhythm that seemed to work well. Then it finally hit him like a tidal wave. An overwhelming shiver of pleasure coursed through his body, and he felt himself ejaculate right within Tatsumi. He had come already… but did Tatsumi? He didn’t even notice as he froze there momentarily.
There were no words to describe the explosion of pleasure that took over his body. He had arched his back, overwhelmed by the feelings of release and was crying out before bits of his sanity returned to him. Once it passed - and it took a while before the haze in his mind cleared- he realized he was sweaty, naked, and that his hands were on his stomach, coated with sticky white liquid. He also realized that Seishirou was still inside him.
He froze in horror, realizing then the extent of what had just happened.
He had just had sex with Sakurazuka Seishirou.
And he had enjoyed it.
Sighing a little, Seishirou pulled out of the other and collapsed on top of Tatsumi for a moment. Sweat had pooled on his forehead, and yet he hardly looked that exhausted. His stamina was still very good, after all. Once he felt decent enough to move on, Seishirou looked back to Tatsumi with a sunny smile, almost even more cruel than whatever malicious smirk he could muster. “Well…” he said cheekily, beginning to rise from atop Tatsumi to gather his own clothing and slip into his trousers. “I assume you know where the door is,” he called to the other in a sunny voice. “Pleased to have your company, Tatsumi-san.” Then the door into his bathroom shut, and Tatsumi was left alone as the sounds of the shower began to fill the apartment.
He stared dazedly at the ceiling for a while, barely aware of the running sound of water coming, as he tried to understand why this had happened. He…. couldn't comprehend. It wouldn't calculate. Had that been rape? Or what?
He sat up and ignored the dull pain in his back and….. there. His fingers were sticky, disgustingly so, and he smelled. Seishirou's scent clung to him thickly and when he got off the sofa to gather his clothing on the floor, he felt something cool trail down his leg. He cringed.
Seishirou came inside him.
He gritted his teeth and swore under his breath. It took him five minutes flat to slip into his clothes; he didn't bother with the way he looked, or how dishevelled his hair was or the way his shirt seemed to cling to his chest and soak up with his own cum. He bit his lower lip again, finding himself suddenly overwhelmed by the silly urge to cry, of all things.
After shooting the bathroom door one last withering glare, Tatsumi made his way quietly out of Sakurazuka's flat.
He found himself unable to hate Sakurazuka completely though for, he knew, it was his own weakness that had led to the debasement. He had been gullible. Stupid. Idiotic. And he had liked it. Sex… what exactly did it mean now? It needed no emotions. He didn't even like Sakurazuka.
That night, he realized that even if he hadn't learned a way to extract revenge on Fuuma, he did find out something he should have known long ago.