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log; complete
when; evening, 12 March.
rating; NC-17, kids.
characters; Sakurazuka Seishirou (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sakurazuka_san), Shirou Kamui (fateisabitch).
summary; Kamui wants to be owned - he came to the right person.
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To be wanted... to be kept... Kamui was finally going to get what he had been seeking. Seishirou would give him all those things, and although the little, stable part of his mind was reminding him that this was probably the worst idea he ever had, he... was ignoring it. He wanted this, and could regret later.
"Sei... Seishirou...?" he knocked on the older man's door almost shyly, worried that maybe Seishirou would change his mind or something. After all, now the man might have to deal with Kamui's... friends. Who were overprotective. Not to mention the other version of himself, who'd already tried his damnedest to drag Kamui away so that he wouldn't go to Seishirou. This could be trouble.
It took a little while for Seishirou to decide to respond to the knock on his door. It wasn't as though he was debating upon the situation - rather, he had firmly made his mind up on the matter. Present distractions, such as the engaging police drama that was playing on the TV, were the problem - rather lately, it seemed as though he had become morbidly obsessed with crime dramas, and they did provide immense entertainment. However, he now had another form of such entertainment at his disposal - and his presence was announced by that lively knock.
Quickly he shut the television set off and tossed the remote aside. No, he'd not need that in the background to catch his eye. After all, Kamui himself was quite amusing. As he crossed the room, dully he wondered if there were even tears in the boy's eyes. If the need were present, he would, of course, take to whatever illusion that was necessary to soothe him. He opened the door and then smiled down to Kamui once he was in sight. "Kamui-chan... there you are."
“Y-yeah. Ah, um…” Kamui looked to the side, rubbing an arm distractedly and nervously, “I… I told the other me to go away like you said, so…” Violet eyes glanced up to Seishirou, a small blush decorating his cheeks. “I’m here.”
It was obvious from Kamui’s shy, submissive gestures that he was wanting acceptance, afraid that Seishirou would think better of this idea and turn him away. That was… the last thing he needed right now; he couldn’t deal with rejection. “That’s… okay… r-right?”
Seishirou stared a moment at Kamui, a soft, gentle smile on his mouth. He knew that all Kamui was seeking was some claim upon him. He had no complaints with that at all - after all, more claims meant more destined for the sakura. And the Kamui would make such a fine addition to the mix.
"You are," he echoed knowingly at Kamui before guiding the young boy into the flat. "I'm rather pleased you came by, Kamui-chan. Almost thought you would change your mind." Though, really, he knew that wouldn't be the case. Kamui was almost too easy a read. And just as he shut the door behind them both, he began to contemplate on just exactly what he could do to exploit the boy with his current vulnerabilities.
Kamui looked to him with wide-eyed curiosity. Change his mind? Kamui wasn’t usually one to do that (turning on Seishirou for Subaru and Ranmaru’s sake that one time had been a rare exception). Too stubborn, really. “Actually, I thought you would be the one changing your mind.” A small, soft smile touched his lips.
“So, um…” he started to fidget nervously again, not sure of himself in weird situations like this. He distracted himself a little by looking around, taking in the surroundings of Seishirou’s apartment. Sure, he’d been here once before, but he’d never really paid attention to anything. So this… was where he would be spending most of his time from now on out? “W-what now?”
"Hmn... let's see." Seishirou was rather tempted to demand things off the bat from the boy - no, not yet. He had to be certain of the deal... lest a repetition of the scenario that played out concerning Ranmaru. If Kamui had done it once, there was no telling if a sequel to it would come about.
He had to gain that trust. Even if the trust was, perhaps, placed upon an illusion that existed only in the boy's mind.
"Why did you decide to come here, Kamui-chan?" He stepped closer to the boy with a perked brow. If he couldn't get Kamui to beg for it, then he'd have to turn the boy away before attempting another time. Hesitation would only mean that an ulterior motive lurked beneath the surface.
Kamui’s features took a turn for the upset; not angry, but saddened. After what had happened with Jowy, he was still a little broken. “I’m tired of people changing on me, dying, and abandoning me. I don’t want to be left alone anymore.” A melancholy sigh, “And you… I know that if you decide someone is worth your time and interest, you don’t leave them. You keep them as your’s.” Until death, his mind helpfully supplied; not Seishirou’s, but of the person Seishirou had placed a claim on. After all, Subaru obviously still belonged to Seishirou, even after his friend had killed the man. “I want that. I want to know I won’t be left behind, so I want… to be… yours…” Ugh, Subaru would bitch at him if he knew he was doing this, but… Subaru had left. Both of them had, and now Kamui was just alone and desperate for someone to cling to.
“Am I… worthy of that, to you?”
"Are you?" Seishirou smiled right at the younger boy. He knew that anyone asking that question needed the answer they wanted to hear so desperately that anything would be done. The answer he wanted, he knew already - although, why Seishirou would readily let go of such a powerful bargaining chip was certainly beyond any thought he had at present. Such power came from withholding that desperately longed-for response. And that power he could use to gain control.
Without warning he pulled Kamui into a gentle embrace, and his arms snaked around the small of the boy's back in such a loose hold that, if he had so wanted, Kamui could leave. While his face was turned away from the others', his lips close to that ear, he smirked a little in triumph. And thus he would raise the bet with just a sweet little whisper.
"Prove that you are."
Kamui wasn’t stupid enough to think that embrace was anything remotely affectionate; knowing that the man wasn’t truly capable of such a thing. The teenager simply wasn’t interested in falseness, and he refused to fall for Seishirou’s little illusions like Subaru had when he was his age; he knew there would never be any love in any of this. Not that the fact made him want it any less. At least he would have a companion –a heartless, pedophile, homicidal one, but a companion never the less- around him all the time now. He wouldn’t be alone, seeing as he knew Seishirou wouldn’t allow him to stray too far.
He knew how Seishirou was, and so he wasn’t surprised in the least by the man’s request. He would do anything to fulfill it. “What would you like me to do?”
He wanted to ensnare the boy into the deal. He wanted to be certain that Kamui was his to bend to his own will. Most importantly, he wanted to ensnare the boy in the illusion of security. It simply wouldn't do if Kamui ever caught on to the exact nature of the deal - no, best to conceal such motives with a sugar coating. The sakura begged him such.
Seishirou had to obey, as far as he was concerned.
"Just what would you be willing to do?" he asked. He was so curious about the answer that, really, he wanted to know if it was something that he himself would readily use. "I'd like to know."
What would he be willing to do? Well, Kamui certainly hadn’t thought of any limits to his devotion to this desire, aside from maybe killing himself right then and there. That was it, as far as what he wouldn’t do. “I…” his eyes met Seishirou’s directly, still a little sad and needy, but with a twinkle of determination, “Simple. I will do whatever you want for me to do, as long as it doesn’t involve my own death.” Seishirou wouldn’t ask for anything too bad as his first demand, right?
He seemed to need a moment to process the broad possibilities that he had just been offered, and yet he had already an idea of just what he wanted Kamui to do. Loyalty... trust, really - such things had to be proven before Seishirou, himself, allowed it to carry on any further. What was the use in continuing if it put himself at risk?
So he had to test those waters. Kamui had turned upon him before - he certainly wouldn't risk a second time. Those emotions riddling Kamui's eyes were rather satiating in his thirst for amusement - so ingratiating that he had to smile broadly. "Then pleasure yourself in my presence."
“Pleasure myself?” Kamui asked, expression innocently confused with a slight tilt of his head. Pleasure… well, there were a lot of things that gave him pleasure, but…
All at once, his mind finally snapped into gear, and he turned a bright cherry red. “W-wait… you mean… um…” Seishirou wanted him to… “um…” God, even the sheer thought was embarrassing. He’d NEVER done that sort of thing with anyone watching him. Maybe he was thinking of this wrong, though? “T-touch… myself… in front of…?”
And still, Seishirou chose to keep that broad, almost sunny, grin upon his face while he watched Kamui struggle with the idea. It was almost too much that the boy seemed so sheltered from the idea that it took him longer than was necessary to properly get what he meant.
"Yes," he replied cheerily while he crossed the room to plop into the large armchair close to the television. "Is there something wrong, Kamui-chan?"
“Well…” He reminded himself he couldn’t refuse. If this was what it took for Seishirou to accept him, then so be it. A little embarrassment was survivable. Besides, he had an inkling that this was just the beginning. “No. It’s… fine…”
Shyly, he walked over to Seishirou’s sofa, knowing the man would get a good view from there. That was the point, wasn’t it? Seishirou wanted to be able to see. “Um… okay…” he mumbled as he sat, but more to himself than the older man. He could do this, he thought, glancing at his audience before laying down, resting one arm over his eyes. If he couldn’t see him at first, maybe he could ease into it, but… what to do first? Slowly, he let his free hand push up his shirt, breathing out as he touched his chest, teasing his own nipples with a little whimper before the hand started to move down. “Ah…” he gasped out as his hand ran over the crotch of his jeans, rubbing slowly for a while, then giving a light squeeze, hips bucking slightly at that. He had no idea why, but… the lingering thought that Seishirou was watching this just seemed to be turning him on more.
And all while Kamui began to ease into the performance, Seishirou found it a fine opportunity to light a cigarette and settle in for the remainder. It felt as though his whole body ached for some taste of tobacco in his lungs - and he wondered whether Kamui's body similarly ached for something at this point.
The cigarette remained in between his lips - the hand between the shirt fabric and Kamui's own chest - and, for a while, he stared on in what seemed strange appreciation. He knew that the teenage boy was getting himself worked up rather well, and, really, he wanted to see Kamui begin to beg for some sort of release.
Seishirou smiled as he flicked the spark wheel of his lighter and proceeded to light his cigarette. Not as though he would have his prayers answered.
Kamui could smell smoke, and although he didn’t like it, he decided to ignore it. His body was just starting to ache for something, and like hell he was going to stop what he was doing in order to lecture the Sakurazukamori. “Nnnn…” he groaned, catching his lower lip in his teeth, hand starting to rub and squeeze harder, his body moving with the rhythmic touches. Slowly, his arm eased off his face, eyes still closed but at least… he wasn’t hiding anymore; he was starting to get more bold.
A lot more bold, actually: his fingers working at the fly of his jeans, undoing it almost desperately, pushing the denim off his hips a little. “Seishirou…” he gasped, surprised that name left his lips, but not caring at the same time. All he could focus on was the fingers addressing his erection, touching himself through the fabric before diving his hand inside with a hiss. All the while, the fingertips of his other hand traced his lips, tongue moving to touch them just a little as he started to pant. This… this wasn’t so bad; in fact, he kind of… was really finding it exciting to know he was putting on a show for another.
As he inhaled, he saw Kamui himself exhale such a sharp hiss. Pleasure.... well, Kamui did a good job of that, didn't he? While he let the smoke escape his mouth in a silvery stream, Seishirou allowed himself a knowing little smile. It usually was one who knew how best to satiate oneself - until someone else showed them a second way.
Silently he watched and began to recline slightly into the cushioning of the chair in which he sat. How long would this continue until the boy was nearly pushed over the edge? Once that moment came, well, he knew what was expected. Kamui was predictable in habit. He wanted that to change.
“Oh~!” Kamui cried out softly, body arching as he started to stroke himself. It… it wouldn’t take too long, now, but… this was too uncomfortable, the fabric of his boxers too confining, and so he pushed them down as well, exposing himself to the air and to the older man. Not like Seishirou hadn’t seen him nude before, but… it somehow felt new and embarrassing to Kamui. His cheeks tinted themselves pink once more.
“Mmmn~ God~” It was so nice, his body quivering with delight, but… there was something else he needed, wanted. With a sigh, he placed two fingers in his mouth, sucking them temptingly before they were withdrawn. He needed… well, he’d become quite fond of penetration. He wanted it, had to have it.
Kicking off the clothes on his lower half, he turned to get on his knees, bent over with one cheek pressed to a cushion as he pushed those fingers into himself, whimpering. It felt… good, the wiggling and rotating of those fingers combining with the sensations of him stroking his cock and driving him wild. “Seishirou….” he said again, this time more of a cry, expressive eyes finally opening to stare at his viewer, violet glazed with pleasure.
Such passion was quite entertaining a spectacle to watch, and luckily Kamui hadn't bored him just yet with his performance. Seishirou let some smoke leave his mouth once more through a little smirk - Kamui was getting better at not disappointing him in his demands. And, by this, he had a benefit all his own aside from the visual aspects. Kamui may not have known, but he was readily giving him tips on how better to keep the boy enthralled with the physical and narcotised to remain at his side.
Kamui asked for possession, and Seishirou was rarely one to disappoint.
His hands started to move faster, harder, more desperate. All he could think of was orgasm; that and the way the man’s eyes watched him, almost feeling as if they could see into his soul. He hoped… Seishirou wasn’t disappointed with him, especially now that things were coming to crest, nearing the end. “Ahhnn~!” he cried, body swaying with his own movements, breaths coming out in harsh pants. Kamui was close, so close, and that fact was obvious by the way he moved, how damned loud he was. His eyes closed once more and he turned his head, forehead pressed into one of the armrests as he pushed another finger inside, practically pounding those digits into himself. He wanted to come so badly, but… not yet. He didn’t want to end Seishirou’s entertainment so soon.
It was entirely too obvious that the boy was so near climax, and, while Seishirou was a little taken aback by that, he hadn't really expected much different. And even though Kamui was close, he had to credit the boy for at least trying to delay the end. All while the boy continued in prolonging the display, darkened amber eyes stared on through a thin stream of bluish smoke. He was almost tempted to help the boy in his own special way, but he refrained. Kamui was to show him - nothing more, nothing less. He'd have time later to further the action on his own later.
Kamui had to hold on… hold on… but damn it, he couldn’t. “Ah~! Seishirou~!” he cried out as he finally exploded, body visibly tensing as the pleasure of orgasm washed over him. His hand had tried to catch all the fluid issuing from him, but still, a little got on the couch. He’d have to apologize for that later.
“Mm…” he sighed, withdrawing his hands and turning over to lie down on his back to relax for a moment. He wasn’t really spent, per say, but sated. “I…” he looked to the man lazily, “was that… okay?” And suddenly his mind registered that one hand was still covered in warm, but cooling, thick liquid. “Oh,” he stared at it, then lapped at a little almost curiously, “I think I need a towel.”
So that segment was over. Seishirou rose from the seat and crossed the room to kneel beside the couch, and he stared directly at the boy with what seemed an analytical glance. Of course, it faded as he smiled, and his hand pulled at Kamui's moist hand. "Good boy, Kamui-chan," he slurred before licking at the edge of Kamui's palm sensually. It tasted rather pleasant - just warm enough, actually. " Good boy."
“Ah…” Kamui gasped, eyes widening, surprised by the man’s actions. He was… licking his hand clean, and praising him, and that… tongue...
Ugh, he was blushing again.
“Mmm…” he hummed, watching still before closing his eyes and leaning in to lap at his hand again, tongue touching Seishirou’s lightly as he did. The older man was teasing him, he knew, and… he wanted to tease right back. The teenager could be a suggestive flirt when he wanted to be, damn it.
The touch of Kamui's tongue brushing against his easily tipped him off to what the boy wanted. Not that Seishirou was going to allow it to progress any further than he wanted, but it always was fun to instil just a little hope into the other to watch it be demolished. He smiled again, and then his tongue slipped in between Kamui's index finger and thumb to lap up a stray trickle with a hum. He was rather getting accustomed to the boy's taste, and, really, it had a special sort of flavour to it that was quite appealing. That thought on his mind, he slyly looked to Kamui as he flicked his tongue on the tip of his index finger.
The boy shuddered with the attention to his hand, mind going places he wished it wouldn’t. Seishirou was very… talented in this arena, apparently. “Mm~” he hummed to himself again, hand now clean and slipping away, Kamui pressing forward experimentally to kiss the other. It wasn’t super aggressive or anything, just a simple press of lips, and obviously just him testing his boundaries. He wasn’t about to get himself hurt because he was too eager and did something harsh immediately like shove his tongue in his mouth. The kid wasn’t THAT stupid.
A small surprise, perhaps, that Kamui decided to kiss him so suddenly, but not as though Seishirou really minded. It was tame, at best, but he was sure that the boy was merely pushing the limit - or attempting to, anyhow. Just to give some sign of approval, he took the boy's bottom lip and bit rather hard; it seemed a few seconds before he could taste the subtle hint of coppery blood. That was enough to satisfy him, but his objective had been to tease Kamui badly enough to leave him begging. Thus why, without any announcement or suggestion, he let his tongue slide into Kamui's mouth. Chaste little kisses like Kamui's wouldn't do.
Kamui made something of a yelp in the back of his throat as his lip was bitten so harshly, almost pulling away. Was that punishment, or… encouragement? With people like Seishirou, and Fuuma for that matter, it was often hard to tell. They were just rough by nature, even though they could pretend to be gentle and loving if it suited them. They could act however they needed to act to get what they wanted.
“Nn…” the teenager pressed forward a little, throwing himself into the kiss when he felt Seishirou’s tongue slip into his mouth, knowing for sure THAT was a good sign. Now, he’d just have to remember how he was taught to kiss by Fuuma; how to kiss well, but still be the entirely submissive partner. Fuuma had always seemed to like that, so maybe Seishirou would too? Not that the man was going to get this submission every time: Kamui was just currently too needy and begging for approval to dominate in the least. Well, unless you counted his little pushes forward, moving almost as if he wanted Seishirou to sit back so he could crawl into his lap.
At least Kamui was returning the affections, if not getting a little bold himself. Seishirou chuckled a little into the kiss while he felt Kamui's hands shove at his shoulders - he really wanted him to relax into the moment and keep going. And, as he sat down and pulled the boy closer, he decided to indulge him just a little before pulling rank. He didn't break it off while he pulled Kamui into his lap, and the hand that idly held his half-smoked cigarette wrapped around that neck possessively. He'd play along with him... if just because it would make the lesson that much more valuable.
The fact that Kamui was still wearing absolutely nothing but a basic shirt was lost on the boy, too distracted as he was with the intense kisses. He did register, though, that he’d been tugged into the older man’s lap, pleased with the development and letting out a little moan of appreciation. Seishirou definitely knew how to kiss; it was all Kamui could focus on as the rest of the world just seemed to fall away.
Gently, his arms wrapped around the Sakurazukamori’s neck, one hand working into his short hair as the teen pressed closer, making pleased little mewling noises. It was all too obvious he was enjoying this quite thoroughly; Seishirou just had him at the moment.
Once he felt the warmth of the other's arms about his neck, he knew now that he had Kamui under a potent spell that bound him to the moment. Perfect. He smiled a little to himself when the boy moved in even closer, as though he were absolutely desperate for any contact. And perhaps he was - but he had to put the boy through his paces. His other hand slid up Kamui's arm as he pushed him down toward the sofa cushions once more, and soon he had him effectively pinned to the plush couch while he punctuated the act with short, succinct kisses.
And then, after a moment's pause while he stared right at Kamui, he remained hovering above the boy. With a genial smile, he then rose from the sofa and started toward his own bedroom chambers. "Feel free to the guest room if you so wish," he called to the teenager in a chirpy tone, almost as though nothing as intense as foreplay had happened.
Blink, stare, blink stare… Kamui wasn’t sure exactly what he was feeling at the moment. Seconds, just mere seconds ago, things had been pretty hot and heavy, but now Seishirou was heading off as if nothing had happened. The boy wasn’t sure if he was pissed or just terribly confused. Either way, the overall mood, and his expression, seemed to reflect a thought of ‘what the flying fuck?’
“Um…” he finally found his voice, although it came out as a cracking squeak at first, “does this mean you want to keep me?” He knew that Seishirou inviting him to stay definitely suggested that, but… he was unsure of his own thought processes. He didn’t want to jump to any wrong conclusions and just disappoint himself; he’d had enough pain and disappointment in the past few days already.
Now, where were his pants…?
And as he was addressed, only then did he pause and look over his shoulder. Of course, a brilliant, perhaps even mockingly so, smile rested upon his features while he eyed the boy that sat on his couch with so uncertain a look. He'd understand once given an opportunity to dwell on it. "There should be plenty of covers on the bed, but there are a few extra blankets in the linen closet for you," he continued, almost as though ignoring Kamui's question entirely. And yet, he also was answering it - and if Kamui were smart enough, he would be able to obtain the answer for himself.
"Good night, Kamui-kun." The door shut behind him with a small click of the door jamb.
It took a moment for the reality to sink in, Kamui sitting there like an idiot. So. He had a room that was now offered to be his, and there were items in the linen closet that were to be his… it sounded like this was his new home. “He wants to… I get to stay…” he whispered to himself, slowly smiling. Alone… he wouldn’t have to be alone anymore; Seishirou would do anything to keep him as his now. The man wouldn’t leave him as Fuuma had, as Hokuto had, as the Subarus had. He was wanted.
Quickly, he gathered up his clothes, grabbing a blanket from said closet and shuffling off into the room. It smelled slightly of camellia flowers, which… he found pleasant enough to ignore the vase of dead ones, deciding not to touch anything in there that seemed left over from whoever last used the room. He’d have to ask Seishirou about that stuff later. For now, he focused on taking a quick shower, the warm water soothing, before changing into one of Seishirou’s huge shirts and hopping into the bed, making a mess of it as he practically nested in the covers. He felt calm, breathing into a blanket with a sigh. “Home?”
And he started to cry.
rating; NC-17, kids.
characters; Sakurazuka Seishirou (
sakurazuka_san), Shirou Kamui (fateisabitch).summary; Kamui wants to be owned - he came to the right person.
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To be wanted... to be kept... Kamui was finally going to get what he had been seeking. Seishirou would give him all those things, and although the little, stable part of his mind was reminding him that this was probably the worst idea he ever had, he... was ignoring it. He wanted this, and could regret later.
"Sei... Seishirou...?" he knocked on the older man's door almost shyly, worried that maybe Seishirou would change his mind or something. After all, now the man might have to deal with Kamui's... friends. Who were overprotective. Not to mention the other version of himself, who'd already tried his damnedest to drag Kamui away so that he wouldn't go to Seishirou. This could be trouble.
It took a little while for Seishirou to decide to respond to the knock on his door. It wasn't as though he was debating upon the situation - rather, he had firmly made his mind up on the matter. Present distractions, such as the engaging police drama that was playing on the TV, were the problem - rather lately, it seemed as though he had become morbidly obsessed with crime dramas, and they did provide immense entertainment. However, he now had another form of such entertainment at his disposal - and his presence was announced by that lively knock.
Quickly he shut the television set off and tossed the remote aside. No, he'd not need that in the background to catch his eye. After all, Kamui himself was quite amusing. As he crossed the room, dully he wondered if there were even tears in the boy's eyes. If the need were present, he would, of course, take to whatever illusion that was necessary to soothe him. He opened the door and then smiled down to Kamui once he was in sight. "Kamui-chan... there you are."
“Y-yeah. Ah, um…” Kamui looked to the side, rubbing an arm distractedly and nervously, “I… I told the other me to go away like you said, so…” Violet eyes glanced up to Seishirou, a small blush decorating his cheeks. “I’m here.”
It was obvious from Kamui’s shy, submissive gestures that he was wanting acceptance, afraid that Seishirou would think better of this idea and turn him away. That was… the last thing he needed right now; he couldn’t deal with rejection. “That’s… okay… r-right?”
Seishirou stared a moment at Kamui, a soft, gentle smile on his mouth. He knew that all Kamui was seeking was some claim upon him. He had no complaints with that at all - after all, more claims meant more destined for the sakura. And the Kamui would make such a fine addition to the mix.
"You are," he echoed knowingly at Kamui before guiding the young boy into the flat. "I'm rather pleased you came by, Kamui-chan. Almost thought you would change your mind." Though, really, he knew that wouldn't be the case. Kamui was almost too easy a read. And just as he shut the door behind them both, he began to contemplate on just exactly what he could do to exploit the boy with his current vulnerabilities.
Kamui looked to him with wide-eyed curiosity. Change his mind? Kamui wasn’t usually one to do that (turning on Seishirou for Subaru and Ranmaru’s sake that one time had been a rare exception). Too stubborn, really. “Actually, I thought you would be the one changing your mind.” A small, soft smile touched his lips.
“So, um…” he started to fidget nervously again, not sure of himself in weird situations like this. He distracted himself a little by looking around, taking in the surroundings of Seishirou’s apartment. Sure, he’d been here once before, but he’d never really paid attention to anything. So this… was where he would be spending most of his time from now on out? “W-what now?”
"Hmn... let's see." Seishirou was rather tempted to demand things off the bat from the boy - no, not yet. He had to be certain of the deal... lest a repetition of the scenario that played out concerning Ranmaru. If Kamui had done it once, there was no telling if a sequel to it would come about.
He had to gain that trust. Even if the trust was, perhaps, placed upon an illusion that existed only in the boy's mind.
"Why did you decide to come here, Kamui-chan?" He stepped closer to the boy with a perked brow. If he couldn't get Kamui to beg for it, then he'd have to turn the boy away before attempting another time. Hesitation would only mean that an ulterior motive lurked beneath the surface.
Kamui’s features took a turn for the upset; not angry, but saddened. After what had happened with Jowy, he was still a little broken. “I’m tired of people changing on me, dying, and abandoning me. I don’t want to be left alone anymore.” A melancholy sigh, “And you… I know that if you decide someone is worth your time and interest, you don’t leave them. You keep them as your’s.” Until death, his mind helpfully supplied; not Seishirou’s, but of the person Seishirou had placed a claim on. After all, Subaru obviously still belonged to Seishirou, even after his friend had killed the man. “I want that. I want to know I won’t be left behind, so I want… to be… yours…” Ugh, Subaru would bitch at him if he knew he was doing this, but… Subaru had left. Both of them had, and now Kamui was just alone and desperate for someone to cling to.
“Am I… worthy of that, to you?”
"Are you?" Seishirou smiled right at the younger boy. He knew that anyone asking that question needed the answer they wanted to hear so desperately that anything would be done. The answer he wanted, he knew already - although, why Seishirou would readily let go of such a powerful bargaining chip was certainly beyond any thought he had at present. Such power came from withholding that desperately longed-for response. And that power he could use to gain control.
Without warning he pulled Kamui into a gentle embrace, and his arms snaked around the small of the boy's back in such a loose hold that, if he had so wanted, Kamui could leave. While his face was turned away from the others', his lips close to that ear, he smirked a little in triumph. And thus he would raise the bet with just a sweet little whisper.
"Prove that you are."
Kamui wasn’t stupid enough to think that embrace was anything remotely affectionate; knowing that the man wasn’t truly capable of such a thing. The teenager simply wasn’t interested in falseness, and he refused to fall for Seishirou’s little illusions like Subaru had when he was his age; he knew there would never be any love in any of this. Not that the fact made him want it any less. At least he would have a companion –a heartless, pedophile, homicidal one, but a companion never the less- around him all the time now. He wouldn’t be alone, seeing as he knew Seishirou wouldn’t allow him to stray too far.
He knew how Seishirou was, and so he wasn’t surprised in the least by the man’s request. He would do anything to fulfill it. “What would you like me to do?”
He wanted to ensnare the boy into the deal. He wanted to be certain that Kamui was his to bend to his own will. Most importantly, he wanted to ensnare the boy in the illusion of security. It simply wouldn't do if Kamui ever caught on to the exact nature of the deal - no, best to conceal such motives with a sugar coating. The sakura begged him such.
Seishirou had to obey, as far as he was concerned.
"Just what would you be willing to do?" he asked. He was so curious about the answer that, really, he wanted to know if it was something that he himself would readily use. "I'd like to know."
What would he be willing to do? Well, Kamui certainly hadn’t thought of any limits to his devotion to this desire, aside from maybe killing himself right then and there. That was it, as far as what he wouldn’t do. “I…” his eyes met Seishirou’s directly, still a little sad and needy, but with a twinkle of determination, “Simple. I will do whatever you want for me to do, as long as it doesn’t involve my own death.” Seishirou wouldn’t ask for anything too bad as his first demand, right?
He seemed to need a moment to process the broad possibilities that he had just been offered, and yet he had already an idea of just what he wanted Kamui to do. Loyalty... trust, really - such things had to be proven before Seishirou, himself, allowed it to carry on any further. What was the use in continuing if it put himself at risk?
So he had to test those waters. Kamui had turned upon him before - he certainly wouldn't risk a second time. Those emotions riddling Kamui's eyes were rather satiating in his thirst for amusement - so ingratiating that he had to smile broadly. "Then pleasure yourself in my presence."
“Pleasure myself?” Kamui asked, expression innocently confused with a slight tilt of his head. Pleasure… well, there were a lot of things that gave him pleasure, but…
All at once, his mind finally snapped into gear, and he turned a bright cherry red. “W-wait… you mean… um…” Seishirou wanted him to… “um…” God, even the sheer thought was embarrassing. He’d NEVER done that sort of thing with anyone watching him. Maybe he was thinking of this wrong, though? “T-touch… myself… in front of…?”
And still, Seishirou chose to keep that broad, almost sunny, grin upon his face while he watched Kamui struggle with the idea. It was almost too much that the boy seemed so sheltered from the idea that it took him longer than was necessary to properly get what he meant.
"Yes," he replied cheerily while he crossed the room to plop into the large armchair close to the television. "Is there something wrong, Kamui-chan?"
“Well…” He reminded himself he couldn’t refuse. If this was what it took for Seishirou to accept him, then so be it. A little embarrassment was survivable. Besides, he had an inkling that this was just the beginning. “No. It’s… fine…”
Shyly, he walked over to Seishirou’s sofa, knowing the man would get a good view from there. That was the point, wasn’t it? Seishirou wanted to be able to see. “Um… okay…” he mumbled as he sat, but more to himself than the older man. He could do this, he thought, glancing at his audience before laying down, resting one arm over his eyes. If he couldn’t see him at first, maybe he could ease into it, but… what to do first? Slowly, he let his free hand push up his shirt, breathing out as he touched his chest, teasing his own nipples with a little whimper before the hand started to move down. “Ah…” he gasped out as his hand ran over the crotch of his jeans, rubbing slowly for a while, then giving a light squeeze, hips bucking slightly at that. He had no idea why, but… the lingering thought that Seishirou was watching this just seemed to be turning him on more.
And all while Kamui began to ease into the performance, Seishirou found it a fine opportunity to light a cigarette and settle in for the remainder. It felt as though his whole body ached for some taste of tobacco in his lungs - and he wondered whether Kamui's body similarly ached for something at this point.
The cigarette remained in between his lips - the hand between the shirt fabric and Kamui's own chest - and, for a while, he stared on in what seemed strange appreciation. He knew that the teenage boy was getting himself worked up rather well, and, really, he wanted to see Kamui begin to beg for some sort of release.
Seishirou smiled as he flicked the spark wheel of his lighter and proceeded to light his cigarette. Not as though he would have his prayers answered.
Kamui could smell smoke, and although he didn’t like it, he decided to ignore it. His body was just starting to ache for something, and like hell he was going to stop what he was doing in order to lecture the Sakurazukamori. “Nnnn…” he groaned, catching his lower lip in his teeth, hand starting to rub and squeeze harder, his body moving with the rhythmic touches. Slowly, his arm eased off his face, eyes still closed but at least… he wasn’t hiding anymore; he was starting to get more bold.
A lot more bold, actually: his fingers working at the fly of his jeans, undoing it almost desperately, pushing the denim off his hips a little. “Seishirou…” he gasped, surprised that name left his lips, but not caring at the same time. All he could focus on was the fingers addressing his erection, touching himself through the fabric before diving his hand inside with a hiss. All the while, the fingertips of his other hand traced his lips, tongue moving to touch them just a little as he started to pant. This… this wasn’t so bad; in fact, he kind of… was really finding it exciting to know he was putting on a show for another.
As he inhaled, he saw Kamui himself exhale such a sharp hiss. Pleasure.... well, Kamui did a good job of that, didn't he? While he let the smoke escape his mouth in a silvery stream, Seishirou allowed himself a knowing little smile. It usually was one who knew how best to satiate oneself - until someone else showed them a second way.
Silently he watched and began to recline slightly into the cushioning of the chair in which he sat. How long would this continue until the boy was nearly pushed over the edge? Once that moment came, well, he knew what was expected. Kamui was predictable in habit. He wanted that to change.
“Oh~!” Kamui cried out softly, body arching as he started to stroke himself. It… it wouldn’t take too long, now, but… this was too uncomfortable, the fabric of his boxers too confining, and so he pushed them down as well, exposing himself to the air and to the older man. Not like Seishirou hadn’t seen him nude before, but… it somehow felt new and embarrassing to Kamui. His cheeks tinted themselves pink once more.
“Mmmn~ God~” It was so nice, his body quivering with delight, but… there was something else he needed, wanted. With a sigh, he placed two fingers in his mouth, sucking them temptingly before they were withdrawn. He needed… well, he’d become quite fond of penetration. He wanted it, had to have it.
Kicking off the clothes on his lower half, he turned to get on his knees, bent over with one cheek pressed to a cushion as he pushed those fingers into himself, whimpering. It felt… good, the wiggling and rotating of those fingers combining with the sensations of him stroking his cock and driving him wild. “Seishirou….” he said again, this time more of a cry, expressive eyes finally opening to stare at his viewer, violet glazed with pleasure.
Such passion was quite entertaining a spectacle to watch, and luckily Kamui hadn't bored him just yet with his performance. Seishirou let some smoke leave his mouth once more through a little smirk - Kamui was getting better at not disappointing him in his demands. And, by this, he had a benefit all his own aside from the visual aspects. Kamui may not have known, but he was readily giving him tips on how better to keep the boy enthralled with the physical and narcotised to remain at his side.
Kamui asked for possession, and Seishirou was rarely one to disappoint.
His hands started to move faster, harder, more desperate. All he could think of was orgasm; that and the way the man’s eyes watched him, almost feeling as if they could see into his soul. He hoped… Seishirou wasn’t disappointed with him, especially now that things were coming to crest, nearing the end. “Ahhnn~!” he cried, body swaying with his own movements, breaths coming out in harsh pants. Kamui was close, so close, and that fact was obvious by the way he moved, how damned loud he was. His eyes closed once more and he turned his head, forehead pressed into one of the armrests as he pushed another finger inside, practically pounding those digits into himself. He wanted to come so badly, but… not yet. He didn’t want to end Seishirou’s entertainment so soon.
It was entirely too obvious that the boy was so near climax, and, while Seishirou was a little taken aback by that, he hadn't really expected much different. And even though Kamui was close, he had to credit the boy for at least trying to delay the end. All while the boy continued in prolonging the display, darkened amber eyes stared on through a thin stream of bluish smoke. He was almost tempted to help the boy in his own special way, but he refrained. Kamui was to show him - nothing more, nothing less. He'd have time later to further the action on his own later.
Kamui had to hold on… hold on… but damn it, he couldn’t. “Ah~! Seishirou~!” he cried out as he finally exploded, body visibly tensing as the pleasure of orgasm washed over him. His hand had tried to catch all the fluid issuing from him, but still, a little got on the couch. He’d have to apologize for that later.
“Mm…” he sighed, withdrawing his hands and turning over to lie down on his back to relax for a moment. He wasn’t really spent, per say, but sated. “I…” he looked to the man lazily, “was that… okay?” And suddenly his mind registered that one hand was still covered in warm, but cooling, thick liquid. “Oh,” he stared at it, then lapped at a little almost curiously, “I think I need a towel.”
So that segment was over. Seishirou rose from the seat and crossed the room to kneel beside the couch, and he stared directly at the boy with what seemed an analytical glance. Of course, it faded as he smiled, and his hand pulled at Kamui's moist hand. "Good boy, Kamui-chan," he slurred before licking at the edge of Kamui's palm sensually. It tasted rather pleasant - just warm enough, actually. " Good boy."
“Ah…” Kamui gasped, eyes widening, surprised by the man’s actions. He was… licking his hand clean, and praising him, and that… tongue...
Ugh, he was blushing again.
“Mmm…” he hummed, watching still before closing his eyes and leaning in to lap at his hand again, tongue touching Seishirou’s lightly as he did. The older man was teasing him, he knew, and… he wanted to tease right back. The teenager could be a suggestive flirt when he wanted to be, damn it.
The touch of Kamui's tongue brushing against his easily tipped him off to what the boy wanted. Not that Seishirou was going to allow it to progress any further than he wanted, but it always was fun to instil just a little hope into the other to watch it be demolished. He smiled again, and then his tongue slipped in between Kamui's index finger and thumb to lap up a stray trickle with a hum. He was rather getting accustomed to the boy's taste, and, really, it had a special sort of flavour to it that was quite appealing. That thought on his mind, he slyly looked to Kamui as he flicked his tongue on the tip of his index finger.
The boy shuddered with the attention to his hand, mind going places he wished it wouldn’t. Seishirou was very… talented in this arena, apparently. “Mm~” he hummed to himself again, hand now clean and slipping away, Kamui pressing forward experimentally to kiss the other. It wasn’t super aggressive or anything, just a simple press of lips, and obviously just him testing his boundaries. He wasn’t about to get himself hurt because he was too eager and did something harsh immediately like shove his tongue in his mouth. The kid wasn’t THAT stupid.
A small surprise, perhaps, that Kamui decided to kiss him so suddenly, but not as though Seishirou really minded. It was tame, at best, but he was sure that the boy was merely pushing the limit - or attempting to, anyhow. Just to give some sign of approval, he took the boy's bottom lip and bit rather hard; it seemed a few seconds before he could taste the subtle hint of coppery blood. That was enough to satisfy him, but his objective had been to tease Kamui badly enough to leave him begging. Thus why, without any announcement or suggestion, he let his tongue slide into Kamui's mouth. Chaste little kisses like Kamui's wouldn't do.
Kamui made something of a yelp in the back of his throat as his lip was bitten so harshly, almost pulling away. Was that punishment, or… encouragement? With people like Seishirou, and Fuuma for that matter, it was often hard to tell. They were just rough by nature, even though they could pretend to be gentle and loving if it suited them. They could act however they needed to act to get what they wanted.
“Nn…” the teenager pressed forward a little, throwing himself into the kiss when he felt Seishirou’s tongue slip into his mouth, knowing for sure THAT was a good sign. Now, he’d just have to remember how he was taught to kiss by Fuuma; how to kiss well, but still be the entirely submissive partner. Fuuma had always seemed to like that, so maybe Seishirou would too? Not that the man was going to get this submission every time: Kamui was just currently too needy and begging for approval to dominate in the least. Well, unless you counted his little pushes forward, moving almost as if he wanted Seishirou to sit back so he could crawl into his lap.
At least Kamui was returning the affections, if not getting a little bold himself. Seishirou chuckled a little into the kiss while he felt Kamui's hands shove at his shoulders - he really wanted him to relax into the moment and keep going. And, as he sat down and pulled the boy closer, he decided to indulge him just a little before pulling rank. He didn't break it off while he pulled Kamui into his lap, and the hand that idly held his half-smoked cigarette wrapped around that neck possessively. He'd play along with him... if just because it would make the lesson that much more valuable.
The fact that Kamui was still wearing absolutely nothing but a basic shirt was lost on the boy, too distracted as he was with the intense kisses. He did register, though, that he’d been tugged into the older man’s lap, pleased with the development and letting out a little moan of appreciation. Seishirou definitely knew how to kiss; it was all Kamui could focus on as the rest of the world just seemed to fall away.
Gently, his arms wrapped around the Sakurazukamori’s neck, one hand working into his short hair as the teen pressed closer, making pleased little mewling noises. It was all too obvious he was enjoying this quite thoroughly; Seishirou just had him at the moment.
Once he felt the warmth of the other's arms about his neck, he knew now that he had Kamui under a potent spell that bound him to the moment. Perfect. He smiled a little to himself when the boy moved in even closer, as though he were absolutely desperate for any contact. And perhaps he was - but he had to put the boy through his paces. His other hand slid up Kamui's arm as he pushed him down toward the sofa cushions once more, and soon he had him effectively pinned to the plush couch while he punctuated the act with short, succinct kisses.
And then, after a moment's pause while he stared right at Kamui, he remained hovering above the boy. With a genial smile, he then rose from the sofa and started toward his own bedroom chambers. "Feel free to the guest room if you so wish," he called to the teenager in a chirpy tone, almost as though nothing as intense as foreplay had happened.
Blink, stare, blink stare… Kamui wasn’t sure exactly what he was feeling at the moment. Seconds, just mere seconds ago, things had been pretty hot and heavy, but now Seishirou was heading off as if nothing had happened. The boy wasn’t sure if he was pissed or just terribly confused. Either way, the overall mood, and his expression, seemed to reflect a thought of ‘what the flying fuck?’
“Um…” he finally found his voice, although it came out as a cracking squeak at first, “does this mean you want to keep me?” He knew that Seishirou inviting him to stay definitely suggested that, but… he was unsure of his own thought processes. He didn’t want to jump to any wrong conclusions and just disappoint himself; he’d had enough pain and disappointment in the past few days already.
Now, where were his pants…?
And as he was addressed, only then did he pause and look over his shoulder. Of course, a brilliant, perhaps even mockingly so, smile rested upon his features while he eyed the boy that sat on his couch with so uncertain a look. He'd understand once given an opportunity to dwell on it. "There should be plenty of covers on the bed, but there are a few extra blankets in the linen closet for you," he continued, almost as though ignoring Kamui's question entirely. And yet, he also was answering it - and if Kamui were smart enough, he would be able to obtain the answer for himself.
"Good night, Kamui-kun." The door shut behind him with a small click of the door jamb.
It took a moment for the reality to sink in, Kamui sitting there like an idiot. So. He had a room that was now offered to be his, and there were items in the linen closet that were to be his… it sounded like this was his new home. “He wants to… I get to stay…” he whispered to himself, slowly smiling. Alone… he wouldn’t have to be alone anymore; Seishirou would do anything to keep him as his now. The man wouldn’t leave him as Fuuma had, as Hokuto had, as the Subarus had. He was wanted.
Quickly, he gathered up his clothes, grabbing a blanket from said closet and shuffling off into the room. It smelled slightly of camellia flowers, which… he found pleasant enough to ignore the vase of dead ones, deciding not to touch anything in there that seemed left over from whoever last used the room. He’d have to ask Seishirou about that stuff later. For now, he focused on taking a quick shower, the warm water soothing, before changing into one of Seishirou’s huge shirts and hopping into the bed, making a mess of it as he practically nested in the covers. He felt calm, breathing into a blanket with a sigh. “Home?”
And he started to cry.