Still love's all I see...
Title: Heat
Author: Deathless Juliet
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: X
Pairing/Characters: Fuuma/Kamui
Disclaimer: X belongs to its brilliant creators, CLAMP.
Summary: Trapped in a heat wave, Kamui discovers a different kind of heat.
Theme: #12, Chemical Reactions
Notes: For 30_smirks
“The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances; if there is any reaction, both are transformed.” -Carl Jung
“There's something here, in the way, in the way that we're constantly moving/Reminds you of home. When you say love is a simple chemical reaction/can't say I agree/Cause my chemicals, yeah, left me a beautiful disaster/Still love's all I see.” -Anna Nalick’s Catalyst
Heat
It was blistering as Kamui walked home during one of Japan’s worst heat waves. The sun was dry and burned his skin, the concrete of the city retaining the rays, the asphalt roads blurring as they rose up. Kamui was suffocating, even in the cooler summer uniform.
He dragged himself up the stairs to his apartment, fumbling with the key to open up his musty, closed-off rooms. It was cooler than out on the streets, the morning air still trapped inside. The heat from the sun was woven through his clothes, making them feel dusty, and he tugged at his collar in desperation to be free of them. He dumped his bag on the small sofa in his equally small living room, heading off to change into a different outfit. Moving through the rooms, he paused at the freezer for a breath of cold air, before kicking his bag onto the floor in order to flop on the couch.
“Damn this heat…” He murmured sleepily, flicking on his TV and looking for anything vaguely interesting. After visiting Subaru, anyone would be desperate for a distraction, even a boring one.
He’d gone to visit his friend, who remained sitting without response in the perpetual darkened stillness of his room, wearing his coat even in this heat. Kamui had brought out two bowls of ice cream, which sat melting, untouched, as he talked futilely to the onmyouji. Not even a flicker of emotion or thought had crossed Subaru’s blank face, and Kamui had given up for the day. He sighed heavily, frustrated as he headed out the door, frightened by the powerful love that had wasted Subaru away, grinding him down with betrayal and finally, with the death of his betrayer. It could easily be his future, Kamui knew, and that scared him more than anything.
It was after Kamui had left that Fuuma emerged from his hiding spot in Subaru’s room, the man’s mismatched eyes darting to the movement, faintly alarmed at the sudden presence of an enemy. But the Dark Kamui’s face captivated Subaru, who saw only Seishirou in the features, and he fell back into his grief-stricken trance.
“Just seeing if the heat was getting to him.” Fuuma murmured to him, leaning down to kiss the top of Subaru’s head in a gentle kind of gratitude before he followed Kamui.
The door shut quietly, the air and time slowing inside Subaru’s room, signs of life gleaming faintly in his eyes. Fuuma’s appearance had jogged his mind with thoughts of Seishirou, but he felt hollow now, purposeless. His heart was a blackened burnt land, ravaged and consumed by rage, by loss. He had nothing to offer to anyone, it seemed; he’d given Kamui a companion, a kindred spirit, but even that seemed fruitless. So he breathed in the stillness of his room, and for now, it was enough.
Kamui had landed on a talk show, the voices growing faint and mingled as he fell dead asleep, drained and exhausted by the warmth of his living room. He jolted awake at the sound of a door clicking shut, sitting up quickly and staggering to his feet, nearly falling over with dizziness from the sudden head-rush. His skin was burning from sleeping, the couch hot from his body.
It was darker now, the last sunrays outlining his blinds and tracing across the floor. The air was stifling, his vision spotty from adjusting to the shade. Frantically, he rushed through the rooms of his house, checking for intruders. He wasn’t afraid of any ordinary prowler, knowing that his powers were strong enough to deal with them, but of other things that lurked in the night.
Relieved that there was no one but himself, he went to wash his face, sleep-ragged and tired. He reached blindly for his towel and wiped his face dry, looking up into the mirror to find Fuuma gazing back at him hungrily.
His heart pounding in his throat, he whirled around, preparing for a fight. Instead, Fuuma’s arms wrapped around him and he found himself pressed back into the sink. Fuuma was kissing him and he was paralyzed, torn between adrenaline-driven fierceness and desire.
“Here’s a chemistry question for you, Kamui.” Fuuma murmured, sliding his lips against the smaller teen’s neck, seemingly intent on leaving a mark. “What’s one way to speed up a chemical reaction?” He pulled back to look at Kamui’s face, smirking at him, the expression scorching.
Kamui hesitated for a second, still expecting an onslaught. He wavered between pushing Fuuma away and dragging him closer, before remembering Subaru’s all-consuming grief from his missed opportunities. He decided to take his chances.
“You heat things up.” He replied quietly, vaguely remembering the answer from his sophomore class before leaning up into Fuuma’s touch, moaning as he bit down on his neck and the reaction quickened. He ran his fingers through his cousin’s hair and at that moment, would have been happy with either possible outcome: an explosion or a solution.
They brushed against each other as Kamui heaved himself onto his sink’s countertop and they made out in his bathroom, before he twined his legs around Fuuma’s waist and allowed to be carried to his bed. The molecules were still moving, boiling over, mixing faster and faster until finally the night had cooled and they were resting side by side. Enemies be damned, Kamui knew better than anyone that his happiness was found only with Fuuma, and he refused to allow his love to destroy him as it had Subaru, because despite his lover’s cruelty and the bad memories, he couldn’t fight his feelings. And now, when he was focused adoringly on Kamui out of the roots of his obsession, it was easy to pretend that they could be normal teenagers.
They were whispering to each other, saying nothing at all, really, but even the Dark Kamui could still sense his Star’s downswing in mood.
“What is it?” He moved over a little, looking at Kamui in that eerie way, like he was the real Fuuma.
“Is there really no chance for us?” Kamui wondered aloud.
“Well…” He drawled, “I came here fully expecting to be pushed away, so I guess you can prove me wrong. Even if there is only one future.” He added, chuckling when Kamui swatted him playfully, slightly cheered. Yawning, he threw his arm over the other and smiled when Kamui snuggled in closer.
“There’s still time.” Kamui murmured, drifting. “There’s still a way to work things out.”
They both knew that the reaction of their love, and lust, might eventually blaze into fire and leave destruction in its wake, but for now, they were happy with their solution.
“Go to sleep.” Fuuma sighed. “Stop thinking about tomorrow or the next day or the fact that it might be our last. And if you can’t, at least know that we’re both in this together.”
“Yeah, on opposing sides.”
“Same thing.” Fuuma laughed as Kamui tickled a spot he remembered from their shared childhood.
“Oh, I have your weakness now!” Kamui exclaimed, deciding to try and forget his worries for the time being. “Alas, the world is saved.” He blinked, surprised to find his wrists suddenly pinned to the pillow.
“Wanna try that again?” Fuuma glowered in mock-anger, pinning the other to the bed with his weight, then laughed when Kamui made a lewd remark about wrestling.
“But seriously,” He continued, dropping off to the side. “It’s going to be even hotter tomorrow, so we should get some sleep now.”
“Even hotter?” Kamui said incredulously, a look of distress crossing his face at the thought of another broiling day.
“Yeah.”
Kamui groaned. “Damn this heat.”
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Comments are loved!
Author: Deathless Juliet
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: X
Pairing/Characters: Fuuma/Kamui
Disclaimer: X belongs to its brilliant creators, CLAMP.
Summary: Trapped in a heat wave, Kamui discovers a different kind of heat.
Theme: #12, Chemical Reactions
Notes: For 30_smirks
“The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances; if there is any reaction, both are transformed.” -Carl Jung
“There's something here, in the way, in the way that we're constantly moving/Reminds you of home. When you say love is a simple chemical reaction/can't say I agree/Cause my chemicals, yeah, left me a beautiful disaster/Still love's all I see.” -Anna Nalick’s Catalyst
Heat
It was blistering as Kamui walked home during one of Japan’s worst heat waves. The sun was dry and burned his skin, the concrete of the city retaining the rays, the asphalt roads blurring as they rose up. Kamui was suffocating, even in the cooler summer uniform.
He dragged himself up the stairs to his apartment, fumbling with the key to open up his musty, closed-off rooms. It was cooler than out on the streets, the morning air still trapped inside. The heat from the sun was woven through his clothes, making them feel dusty, and he tugged at his collar in desperation to be free of them. He dumped his bag on the small sofa in his equally small living room, heading off to change into a different outfit. Moving through the rooms, he paused at the freezer for a breath of cold air, before kicking his bag onto the floor in order to flop on the couch.
“Damn this heat…” He murmured sleepily, flicking on his TV and looking for anything vaguely interesting. After visiting Subaru, anyone would be desperate for a distraction, even a boring one.
He’d gone to visit his friend, who remained sitting without response in the perpetual darkened stillness of his room, wearing his coat even in this heat. Kamui had brought out two bowls of ice cream, which sat melting, untouched, as he talked futilely to the onmyouji. Not even a flicker of emotion or thought had crossed Subaru’s blank face, and Kamui had given up for the day. He sighed heavily, frustrated as he headed out the door, frightened by the powerful love that had wasted Subaru away, grinding him down with betrayal and finally, with the death of his betrayer. It could easily be his future, Kamui knew, and that scared him more than anything.
It was after Kamui had left that Fuuma emerged from his hiding spot in Subaru’s room, the man’s mismatched eyes darting to the movement, faintly alarmed at the sudden presence of an enemy. But the Dark Kamui’s face captivated Subaru, who saw only Seishirou in the features, and he fell back into his grief-stricken trance.
“Just seeing if the heat was getting to him.” Fuuma murmured to him, leaning down to kiss the top of Subaru’s head in a gentle kind of gratitude before he followed Kamui.
The door shut quietly, the air and time slowing inside Subaru’s room, signs of life gleaming faintly in his eyes. Fuuma’s appearance had jogged his mind with thoughts of Seishirou, but he felt hollow now, purposeless. His heart was a blackened burnt land, ravaged and consumed by rage, by loss. He had nothing to offer to anyone, it seemed; he’d given Kamui a companion, a kindred spirit, but even that seemed fruitless. So he breathed in the stillness of his room, and for now, it was enough.
Kamui had landed on a talk show, the voices growing faint and mingled as he fell dead asleep, drained and exhausted by the warmth of his living room. He jolted awake at the sound of a door clicking shut, sitting up quickly and staggering to his feet, nearly falling over with dizziness from the sudden head-rush. His skin was burning from sleeping, the couch hot from his body.
It was darker now, the last sunrays outlining his blinds and tracing across the floor. The air was stifling, his vision spotty from adjusting to the shade. Frantically, he rushed through the rooms of his house, checking for intruders. He wasn’t afraid of any ordinary prowler, knowing that his powers were strong enough to deal with them, but of other things that lurked in the night.
Relieved that there was no one but himself, he went to wash his face, sleep-ragged and tired. He reached blindly for his towel and wiped his face dry, looking up into the mirror to find Fuuma gazing back at him hungrily.
His heart pounding in his throat, he whirled around, preparing for a fight. Instead, Fuuma’s arms wrapped around him and he found himself pressed back into the sink. Fuuma was kissing him and he was paralyzed, torn between adrenaline-driven fierceness and desire.
“Here’s a chemistry question for you, Kamui.” Fuuma murmured, sliding his lips against the smaller teen’s neck, seemingly intent on leaving a mark. “What’s one way to speed up a chemical reaction?” He pulled back to look at Kamui’s face, smirking at him, the expression scorching.
Kamui hesitated for a second, still expecting an onslaught. He wavered between pushing Fuuma away and dragging him closer, before remembering Subaru’s all-consuming grief from his missed opportunities. He decided to take his chances.
“You heat things up.” He replied quietly, vaguely remembering the answer from his sophomore class before leaning up into Fuuma’s touch, moaning as he bit down on his neck and the reaction quickened. He ran his fingers through his cousin’s hair and at that moment, would have been happy with either possible outcome: an explosion or a solution.
They brushed against each other as Kamui heaved himself onto his sink’s countertop and they made out in his bathroom, before he twined his legs around Fuuma’s waist and allowed to be carried to his bed. The molecules were still moving, boiling over, mixing faster and faster until finally the night had cooled and they were resting side by side. Enemies be damned, Kamui knew better than anyone that his happiness was found only with Fuuma, and he refused to allow his love to destroy him as it had Subaru, because despite his lover’s cruelty and the bad memories, he couldn’t fight his feelings. And now, when he was focused adoringly on Kamui out of the roots of his obsession, it was easy to pretend that they could be normal teenagers.
They were whispering to each other, saying nothing at all, really, but even the Dark Kamui could still sense his Star’s downswing in mood.
“What is it?” He moved over a little, looking at Kamui in that eerie way, like he was the real Fuuma.
“Is there really no chance for us?” Kamui wondered aloud.
“Well…” He drawled, “I came here fully expecting to be pushed away, so I guess you can prove me wrong. Even if there is only one future.” He added, chuckling when Kamui swatted him playfully, slightly cheered. Yawning, he threw his arm over the other and smiled when Kamui snuggled in closer.
“There’s still time.” Kamui murmured, drifting. “There’s still a way to work things out.”
They both knew that the reaction of their love, and lust, might eventually blaze into fire and leave destruction in its wake, but for now, they were happy with their solution.
“Go to sleep.” Fuuma sighed. “Stop thinking about tomorrow or the next day or the fact that it might be our last. And if you can’t, at least know that we’re both in this together.”
“Yeah, on opposing sides.”
“Same thing.” Fuuma laughed as Kamui tickled a spot he remembered from their shared childhood.
“Oh, I have your weakness now!” Kamui exclaimed, deciding to try and forget his worries for the time being. “Alas, the world is saved.” He blinked, surprised to find his wrists suddenly pinned to the pillow.
“Wanna try that again?” Fuuma glowered in mock-anger, pinning the other to the bed with his weight, then laughed when Kamui made a lewd remark about wrestling.
“But seriously,” He continued, dropping off to the side. “It’s going to be even hotter tomorrow, so we should get some sleep now.”
“Even hotter?” Kamui said incredulously, a look of distress crossing his face at the thought of another broiling day.
“Yeah.”
Kamui groaned. “Damn this heat.”
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