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When; Monday, Feb 19th, late night.
Rating; NC-17, surely.
Characters; Shirou Kamui & Sakurazuka Seishirou.
Summary; Kamui wants to show Seishirou his place, Seishirou wants to do the same. Battlesex, anyone?
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Waiting for Seishirou by the Sakura tree had been Kamui’s original plan, yes, but that was far too boring after a while. Instead, he found himself abandoning that after fifteen minutes or so, wandering off to look up Seishirou’s apartment number on the network. It would probably be easier to find him that way, after all, and if he didn’t... well, Kamui’d have a new place to stay for a while.

It was nice that the older man’s apartment was only located across the way; that was easy enough to find. It was also easy enough to break in: practically blowing the lock off the door before he kicked it. Ah, it was nice to get out a little aggression. “Sakurazuka?” his tone was sharp, almost creepy, as he let himself in, scanning the place with his eyes.

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Of course, Seishirou had left the lights off in the apartment, but it was the ajar window, the curtains attached flowing lazily in the mild breeze, that lent to the slight eerie aura of the room. Whether he actually was in the flat or not seemed a matter up to debate. The darkness was far too easy to conceal certain things or persons.

However, when the door had been kicked down, the sentinels he had placed there set off a silent alarm. As he stood right beside the doorway, he smirked a little to himself. So Kamui was a little easier to fool than he had claimed. Without a word, he summoned an illusion to weave through the apartment, and soon enough, the entire flat was enveloped in blackness. More and more was he thankful for the aide the sakura gave him.

If anything, Kamui just looked annoyed with the blackness that suddenly surrounded him. "A maboroshi." How stupid; to put up something he could so easily break. "So you are here." He launched an attack, but not so much at Seishirou as at the illusion itself, cracking it but purposely not breaking it. A simple show of power,

"Come out, come out~"

Though he found himself a little startled, Seishirou at least had more of an idea about Kamui's power just through this. Strong enough to crack the illusion he had created - yet, he wondered if that was an under-exertion of power. Just to keep the margin of error down to an absolute minimum, he considered it a mere scratch upon the surface. And perhaps it was, if it was an attack from a so-called "messiah".

He had to act quickly to throw off Kamui. The advantage, then, would be easy to claim. Still remaining hidden, the illusion produced a number of what appeared to be ropes that jutted from nearly every angle within the darkness. They all lashed out towards Kamui, almost desperate to constrict about his limbs. And Seishirou was. If he could, at the least, bind him, mobility would be lost.

"Hmm~?" Oh, was Kamui ever amused when he found himself restrained, not bothering to break that part of the illusion. It would be best to stay this way for now, pretend to struggle a little, until Seishirou came out thinking he had the upper-hand. Yes, give the man a false sense of dominance. It was simply easier than trying to find Seishirou in this illusion though tracking his aura.

Not for one minute did Seishirou believe the complacency that Kamui displayed once he was bound. Somehow, he had a feeling that there was an act in progress, and yet he found entertainment value within the very situation. A façade. He could easily sniff out farces quicker than one could create them, typically. But it never hurt to play along, as long as the next plan of action was already mapped out.

He'd play with Kamui's game. False security, indeed, would turn the tide and secure a victory. Seishirou smiled to himself at the irony. "Looks like I caught you," he called out from the illusion of darkness before a ripple revealed him just barely before his victim. Why waste time worrying over such dull things as personal space when, surely, those very restrictions made it so tempting to break them and push the envelope? He smiled graciously to the other as he quietly summoned more vines to coil about Kamui's wrists, ankles, and neck. "Are you comfortable?"

Kamui simply stared at the other, coldly. "Maybe? I doubt my comfort is something you're all that concerned about." He wanted so badly to just blow this illusion up, push the man to the ground, and force him to submit. The Kamui was almost positive that no one had ever dominated this man, and it would be fun to watch it happen to him for the first time. Would something in Sakurazuka break, were that to happen?

As it was, though, he managed to control himself (a rare thing indeed), simply watching and waiting for the Sakurazukamori to make his next move.

And why not keep one's enemy closer? Seishirou had always appreciated that idea so well - because it was entirely practical and truthful. It worked so well for him, anyhow. He smiled still at Kamui, observing as the coils of imaginary sakura branches tightened about the other's neck slowly, squeezing as though to punctuate an underlying threat. Something in him loved to see the other suffer a little. It was most rewarding to see a little humiliation suffered by his opposition from time to time.

"So cruel of you," he replied playfully to Kamui. He stepped forward to further close that gap between them both, just until he was close enough to be considered far too near for comfort. Well, at least by so-called normal standards. "And here I was, being hospitable."

The young Chi no Ryuu leader had had enough, glaring and suddenly calling forth his power, smirking as it exploded outward. The vines around him, un-reinforced as they were, shattered almost too easily, the maboroshi cracking in a place or two as well.

“Sorry to insult you~” he said, mockingly, quickly launching an attack on Seishirou, first with razors of energy, then with an explosive energy ball itself. The man seriously needed to have his ass put in proper place, damn it.

Once he felt the inklings of an attack coming on, Seishirou knew it was the done thing to keep his bases covered. And he had expected such an attack from Kamui, to be honest; lucky that he was mentally prepared for battle as it were. Just as he saw the energy sphere and the razors, he sprung up from his stance and launched into the air to narrowly avoid the scathing cuts of the energy razors. Once he landed back on his feet once more, he tossed about the five ofuda he had produced, and they neatly formed the points of a pentagram in the air before him. Just as the brilliant sphere of energy collided with the impromptu shield, the energy seemed to spread and dissipate into the air around them.

Of course, he saw the cracks in his carefully wrought illusion. Seishirou inwardly scowled a little, but it never seemed to show while he looked to the young teenager. A rather benign (at least on the surface) smile, instead, took precedence as he chuckled to the other. "No offence taken," he called back playfully before tossing a slightly darker look to the other. And Kamui was being rather aggressive. If he knew how best to carry on, Seishirou expected to tire the boy out and take the defensive.

Oh, that was annoying. Sure, Kamui wasn't THE fastest to attack, not having the best of control of his powers (although the shiki that were often sent after him were easy enough to kill), but to have Seishirou dodge it all unscaved? Irritating.

"Bastard," he growled out, not caring what the man thought of being called that. He was sure he was used to it, anyway. "Don't bore me," the boy crossed his arms, looking rather full of himself; albeit still pissy.

"Would you rather I were over there to relieve you?" he asked flippantly, shooting Kamui a small smirk. Of course, he had a feeling that this boy had more in mind than merely a battle for some sort of dominance. Not as though it were something so easily concealed, and he knew well of such desires. Seishirou eyed the boy before taking a few steps toward him. Not that he minded such things - more entertainment, really, to see those desires carried forth.

Placidly, he stopped a few feet away from Kamui with what seemed altogether too sweet a smile for one facing an opponent in battle. "If you'd like, I could aide you," he continued smoothly.

Aide me? On your hands and knees, then,” he ordered, pointing to the illusion’s floor, smirking brattily. He didn’t think that Seishirou would give in that easy, but just getting the chance to say that to the man was too amusing to pass up. “I still have no intentions of giving into you without a good fight.” For some reason, it totally didn’t occur to him that he’d, more or less, just admitted that it WAS possible to dominate him; he would submit to the other man if he was forced and given pleasure.

All he really did for the time was chuckle lightly at Kamui's actions. No intentions of giving in without a fight. He had heard that expression used quite a bit, and usually, the cliché wore thin just after it was uttered. Almost always, the person stating such a defensive statement really didn't mean it, and if they did, well, the resistance was really a front. Seishirou really had no reason to disbelieve that this was the case with the teenage boy before him.

And naturally, he remembered that for someone of the same age as Kamui, they tended to possess an alarmingly erratic sex drive. Nothing too surprising, really, but it was very helpful and useful in the present situation he found himself in. "Are you sure about that?" he asked, moving closer again before electing to stop a metre away. "You see, the struggle seems so time-consuming."

A flat, annoyed expression was all Seishirou got out of his leader. "You expect me to just bend over for you and take it, then?" Like that was happening. He wasn't THAT easy, damn it; especially with one of his minions.

Suddenly, Kamui threw himself forward, using his power to add force, effectively knocking the older man onto his back. "Sorry, but no," he purred, nipping at Seishirou's lips as his hand wrapped around his throat.

That overwhelming sex drive seemed to shove Kamui over the edge enough to initiate. Not that Seishirou minded that he had been shoved back. One didn't get angry - they got even. And he had such an opportunity to get even.

He allowed Kamui to carry on rather freely, and that hand on his throat was permitted to gently squeeze with such subtle insinuations incorporated into the physical act. He wasn't at all slow to catch on; of course, those threats weren't inspirations of fear or complacency. He smiled while Kamui proceeded to bite at his lip, and then with no prelude, he took Kamui's wrists into an intensely firm grip and rearranged the position to its inverse. Once Kamui was on his back, he stared with a satisfied sort of look. "No one ever said you had to bend over, Kamui," he crooned with a sweet little hum while he placed his full body weight on the other's torso. He had him trapped now.

"Fuck you," Kamui growled, teeth clenching as he started building up his power once more. Like he was going to take this from the Sakurazukamori; he was quite confidant that he could simply blow him off. Sure, Seishirou was physically larger, heavier, and possibly stronger, but surely he couldn't compete with the raw psychic power of a Kamui.

He was rather attuned to energies that he could, indeed, feel the build-up of intense power that Kamui was initiating. And Seishirou certainly wasn't dense. That power - the power of a Kamui - was potent in an extreme. So it seemed as though Kamui was intent on backing his threat.

While it was cute, he was a little tired of the shows of power from the other. After all, sheer brute force could be overtaken with a little finesse and persuasion. With such thoughts running through his mind, he grinned and initiated a heavy, intense kiss. He meant to overpower with his own skill, and certainly, he had a feeling he could deliver. Just in case, however, his fingers itched for the ofuda in his pocket.

Seishirou was rather lucky that Kamui’s insistence on being dominant was mostly based out of bratty urges, wanting to show the older man that he wasn’t weak and was the “boss.” Of course, the better way to do that would have been to use his power against Seishirou and leave on a high note, but instead, Kamui focused on trying to take control of the kiss with all the tenacity of a typical stubborn teenager. Not that he wasn’t finding himself giving in once in a while, his will wavering off and on as he tried to remind himself that, despite Seishirou’s skill, he had to make the man submit.

Er, somehow.

It was just that this was getting kinda more difficult, and all he could do at the moment was try to hang on and bite Seishirou’s lower lip in frustration.

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