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When; March 7th, Genre Switch Day.
Rating; Hard R
Characters; Jowy (

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Summary; Cursed!Fuuma!Jowy hunts down Freakedout!Kamui
Log;

Kamui was, in a word, a nervous wreck at the moment. Jowy, the friend that had been so worried while Kamui was Kamui, had just suddenly changed. Sure, it was probably the curse that was going around, but... Kamui couldn’t let himself believe that entirely. Not when he’d already lost others to sudden changes.

“Okay, I have to go,” Kamui told himself, trying to get up his nerves. He wasn’t sure if he could take losing another devout friend this way, but... he had to go look for him. He had to see.

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"Ah!" Kamui yelped, startled out of his thoughts and brooding by the sound of his bell. Funny. Most didn't use the doorbell when they came over; not... that he was accustomed to having a good number of visitors, of course. Especially not lately.

“Who is...?” he whispered to himself, peaking out the door’s peephole and suddenly undoing the many locks in a flash. “J-Jowy!” he gasped as he opened the door, inspecting him with his eyes. He didn’t... seem to be hurt. That was a relief. “Are you okay?”

Something wasn’t right; Kamui could feel it. “Um...” Reflexively, he took a step back, not realizing he was clearing the way for Jowy to fully enter his apartment. “H-hi. What... what’s wrong? Why are you...?” The smaller boy watched the other carefully, visibly wary of him. This... this wasn’t Jowy; the mannerisms just weren’t right.

This, all of this, was just like that first time Fuuma changed all over again. Kamui almost wanted to cry.

"Jowy..." Kamui started to back up, almost stumbling, a startled gasp leaving him when his back made contact with the wall. "I..." Yes, he missed Fuuma, but... Jowy could never be him, and this was just... wrong. Jowy was his friend, and to see him like this so suddenly... it was scary and upsetting.

"P-please...” he reached out a little, almost as if he was begging Jowy to change back; for this to all be some weird joke. Sure, he knew Jowy wouldn’t joke like that with him, but... he could hope.

Kamui had closed his eyes, trying not to show any amount of emotion to what was happening, but as soon as he heard that name, they shot back open. “It...” His hands clenched into fists, eyes accidentally meeting with Jowy’s and taking on a whole new feeling: hurt.

Subaru wasn’t here to protect him, now was he? Not the one who gave him the necklace, or the one from his time. They both left him, and it seemed as though neither was coming back. He was... abandoned. “Yes, it was... a gift...”

“Shut up,” Kamui said quietly, looking away, but even the softness couldn’t disguise the intended bite in his tone, “You know nothing.” Or, rather, he knew everything, and Kamui... didn’t want to think of this right now. Too much pain.

“You just don’t...” the bite disappeared, gaze back to Jowy’s, tears now prevalent in his eyes and slowly starting streak down his cheeks. There was still some anger in there, yes –a spark that was undeniably Kamui- but his eyes mostly held the hurt of being left, over and over. Fear too... was all this a sign his new friends were going to do the same?

“It’s... complicated,” he whispered, flinching with each touch. He continued to cry, though, somehow feeling just as alone as he had after his mother had died; only, this time, he had no hope of meeting up with loved ones afterward. Fuuma was gone, Kotori was gone... he was all that was left. He could never truly hold on to anyone.

But then... he felt those lips press softly to his head, Kamui’s body and thoughts freezing instantly. Wait, what? It was wrong, he knew, but somehow also comforting. He didn’t... understand. All he could do was look at the other with widened eyes, an uncontrollable, but barely there, blush lighting his face. Why...?

Initially, Kamui was too shocked to do anything, confused beyond belief. Jowy was... kissing him? It felt nice, but, his mind quickly reminded him as the shock wore off, this wasn’t Jowy. Not really, anyway. Cursed or whatever... the point was that the true Jowy would never do this, especially not with Kamui.

“Mmf!” Kamui started to struggle, trying to push him away. It didn’t help at all that he no longer had many of his powers, not able to knock Jowy away as easily without hurting him. He just... couldn’t hurt him, and that left him almost helpless.

So very much like Fuuma.

Kamui looked so sadly at the other. “I... I do miss him, but... what about you? This isn’t you. This won’t make you happy.” A glance away, his voice lowering, “Besides, I wouldn’t make a very good substitute for anyone’s loved one.” For he could not be loved? Not without fate mucking things up.

To give him what he wanted... but... Kamui wanted Jowy to not do something he would regret, and this he definitely would. But then again, if he was anything like Fuuma, he would be persistent, and he DID say he wished to give Kamui this... whatever this was. “I...” The whole situation was entirely too confusing, and after having all those emotional wounds ripped open again like that, he didn’t have much will left. “You can do whatever.” At least he hadn’t tried to kill him yet.

“Surrendering...” he echoed, barely auditable. That... was all he did, really, when it came to Fuuma: surrender (not that Jowy knew that, right?) It was always over once Fuuma had him in his arms; the growls, the shoves, the glaring... they didn’t really mean anything. He didn’t entirely understand why, but he just couldn’t fight back against that man. To give in was all he could do.

“Ahn...” the smaller boy whimpered, shivering as he felt that leg between his own. This was still obviously wrong, but... other parts were slowly starting to override his proper sense of judgement.

“Nn!” Kamui bit his lower lip, trying not to cry out loudly or anything. It had been so long since he’d been touched like this; far too long. Sure, he’d gotten sex fairly recently from the two Chi no Ryuu residing in the city, but it wasn’t the same. Not at all.

With a gasp, his hips bucked on their own, the boy blushing at his own body responding. The situation was all wrong, but still...

Good... wrong... good... wrong... Kamui couldn’t decide. Or rather, it was like his mind and body were warring against each other. The touches were so nice, his body responding in the typical male fashion, but... it wasn’t supposed to be this way. And what of Jowy afterwards?

Still, it was to the point that he felt he couldn’t stop this, as fucked up as it was. His body was already all worked up, deep pleasured moans bubbling up in his throat beyond his control.

“Ahhh~” the brunette moaned out, starting to pant, almost looking as if he were in pain. It felt... so good; he couldn’t help the little cries, moans, and whimpers that left his lips now. It was beyond him.

All he had to do now was turn off his mind. “F-faster... please...” he gasped, surprised to hear his own voice request something like that. Maybe... he was already lost in these simple, crude actions.

He couldn’t... he couldn’t cry out someone’s name in a situation like this, and so he merely bit his lower lip hard, shaking his head. No. It just... wouldn’t be right to call out another name, and it wouldn’t be right to call out the name of the one pleasuring him, either. He could at least resist that.

What he couldn’t resist was his approaching orgasm, body starting to shake, teeth pressing into that lower lip until it bled. Tears were starting to slide down his soft skin once more, mouth opening once verbal coherency was beyond him. “Ah... ah... AHHH~!” With that scream, he finally came, body doubling over a little before he pressed himself back against the wall again, sliding down it when his muscles went into relaxation and all his emotions came back to him at once.

“Oh god...” Curling in on himself, he started to sob.

Kamui couldn’t look at him, he couldn’t see the pain, confusing, disgust he had caused for the other. Instead, he merely curled up more, hands covering the back of his neck. He couldn’t deal with this right now, not with the emotional battering he had already received.

“I’m sorry...”

He wouldn’t look at him, he wouldn’t, but... Kamui would at least talk to him. He couldn’t let Jowy blame himself: it wasn’t his fault. As far Kamui was concerned, he could have stopped him at any point, and yet... he didn’t. He still wasn’t entirely sure why things went this way, still rather confused, but he knew he could have fought back. Probably? At least done something.

“It’s not... your...” Kamui just couldn’t stop the tears from falling, not understanding why he was so upset. He felt incredibly alone, yes, but... why did he feel so broken? Betrayed, somehow? Jowy... didn’t... do anything...

This was too much at once, too many emotions, and Kamui wanted nothing more than to just shut down. Not permanently, but maybe sleep for a few days in hopes that his mind could reset and he could figure this all out. Not that he had such a great grasp on his own feelings anyway, but... maybe being away would help.

First, though, he had to figure out how to get out of this, not returning the hug seeing as he was too confused and uncomfortable at the moment. And then... it dawned on him that Jowy was crying, which was downright scary: Kamui knew the other wasn’t as weak as he was and prone to tears. What the hell had Kamui done this time?

“It’s.... okay...” he managed to whisper out, suddenly becoming oddly quiet, his voice distant, “it’s fine.” He wanted to pass out so badly right now, but if he did in front of Jowy, he might... make things much, much worse.

The angry outburst snapped Kamui out of it a little, eyes widened in surprise. Now Jowy was mad? At him? It didn’t seem that way, but... it should have been.

Suddenly, his exhaustion started to take hold again, and he leaned forward, actually resting against the other distressed boy. “Hate...?” His eyelids were getting heavy, and he was starting to slip. He would wake up after this, right? “I could never hate you.”

Make it up to him? That made absolutely no sense. It wasn't his fault; it was Kamui's. Always Kamui's. "No, you... I'm... sorry..."

That was it, Kamui couldn't hold on anymore. He was just too weary; he needed to rest. Dulled, tired eyes met Jowy's for a moment before they closed, Kamui finally passing out.

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