Kira and Setsuna Completed RP

[swordandchalice]

[[ Post fight with Katou.

Warnings: R-NC-17 rating, for sexual situation (no, not ACTUAL sex, thankfully). I know, that's a really bizarre place to go to from a fight, or...is it? ]]


Kira was curled up in a chair by himself, smoking, about three days after receiving a letter from Setsuna that he hadn't liked one bit. "Got into a fight"? A fight with who? Kira had his suspicions, of course, but desperately wanted to believe he was wrong. Not that he had any reason to believe that. Of course, that was hardly the only thing Kira disliked about Setsuna's letter. "Don't feel like dealing with people right now"?! Was Setsuna out there somewhere -- miserable and alone?! "Not that you would have noticed anyway"?! WHAT IN THE SEVEN HELLS DID THAT MEAN?!

It was no wonder Kira'd been smoking so much these past three days.

Once Setsuna thought the bruises were a bit less noticeable -- they were no longer angry purple, more a faded brown, and some were gone entirely -- he left Crowley's and headed back to the theatre. The entire way there he considered what to say to Kira, but nothing sounded right.

All he knew in the end was he didn't want Katou suffering the worst of this. It wasn't entirely a selfless want either; he wanted Katou to like him, eventually, and he doubted it would ever happen if Kira got on Katou's case for everything he did to Setsuna. That would just, logically, make Katou feel like Kira always took Setsuna's side, wouldn't it?

Right.... So certain he knew what he was doing, he opened the door to the theatre with a shaky hand, and just hoped Kira was too angry to concentrate much on the remaining bruises. Door open, he stepped inside, breathed in and looked right at Kira, waiting for him to react first.

Kira had his back turned to the door, but he heard someone enter. He didn't turn immediately, though; instead, he kept his back turned pointedly towards the door. "What, trying to be stealthy?" he said caustically. He took a drag of his cigarette, still without looking at the door. He didn't need to. He knew who it was. "Thought I wouldn't notice?" The hurt and anger was easily identifiable in the sarcasm.

"Yeah, I figured you might not, and I didn't want to piss off his highness if he saw me returning to his castle," Setsuna spat back, leaning against the wall. He tried to look casual, even to Kira's back, but that didn't stop his hands.... Setsuna crossed his arms, forcing his hands under them to cease the shaking, or at least be hidden from view for when Kira turned around.

At that, Kira's eyes narrowed. What the fuck was that?! Setsuna had him worried sick for days and now he was copping an attitude out of virtually nowhere? Kira stood up slowly, with a painful deliberacy. "You -- I can't believe you! I was worried sick, you idiot! I respected your wishes anyway and didn't go looking for you and this is how you thank me?!" Kira was bristling. "How could you honestly think I 'wouldn't notice' if you just abandoned me like that?! I thought you were in real trouble! I thought you were hurt! I thought someone said something awful to you!"

He turned, looking Setsuna in the eyes. "If anyone's 'his highness' around here, it's you. You're acting like a spoiled prince!" Kira was a little bewildered as well as angry. This wasn't how Setsuna usually behaved. This wasn't the Setsuna he knew. "What's wrong with you?"

Setsuna's chest constricted at everything Kira said. He had been hurt, and this was going to hurt more than he had anticipated, wasn't it? Trying to force himself not to nibble on his bottom lip, Setsuna attempted to make his actions still fairly casual, but glared at Kira, trying to focus on how much what Kira said stung, instead of worrying how much he was hurting Kira.

"What's wrong with me? Guess it's just having to put up with girlie mood swings," the blond hissed back, trying to dredge up every insulting thing he could toss at Kira in his mind. He had to leave the other completely infuriated with him.

Setsuna decided to roll his eyes for effect. "And why bother wasting time on me anyway? You can just go fuck anyone else around to occupy your time, can't you?"

Kira snorted at the 'girlie mood swings' comment. "You're one to talk about moods swings," he retorted acidly. "You're the one who can't control himself well enough to stay out of fights." Kira took another drag of his cigarette, trying to steady his fury. Setsuna needed him right now. Setsuna would probably be hurting. Kira couldn't let his temper get away with him, no matter how dumb and spoiled Setsuna was being. But then, when Setsuna said Kira could fuck around with everyone else, Kira looked taken aback before he turned to the side. "...You... you can't really think that... you can't think that's how I feel about you..."

"Of course it's how you feel. You said you hated the person I used to be, so why would you feel different towards me unless you wanted to get me into bed? And if that's all I'm good for, then anyone else could just take my place," Setsuna tossed out, aiming to hit on every last nerve he could.

"And yeah, I can't stay out of fights. So what? It's more manly that bitching about every little thing that goes wrong." This was hard...he was running out of things, and he didn't want to seriously hurt Kira.

"Are you blind?! You idiot, that's not it. Damn it, we've been over this!" Kira was hugging himself with one arm; his other, slightly shaking hand brought the cigarette to his mouth again. He had to stay calm. He was the calm one. Setsuna was the one who got pissed off and flew off the handle all the time. "You stupid idiot, we haven't even fucked yet and I'm still waiting around for you to..." No. No, don't say anything about Sara. No. "...stop being such a fucking pussy. And you call me girly?"

At his next words, Kira just snorted, taking a deep drag of the cigarette as he looked Setsuna over.

"I'm not a pussy! You just haven't fucked me yet. Sounds more like your hang-up," Setsuna spat back. "Were you waiting for the perfect romantic time? Sounds pretty damn girlie to me." Not really. Sounds sweet, and you're sweet, and I'm sorry.

His eyes went right to Kira's cigarette, longingly. He hadn't had one in a couple of weeks...and right now that looked oddly comforting. How was he supposed to focus NOW?

"I haven't fucked you because you haven't given me any indication you were ready to be fucked yet!" Kira snapped. He rolled his eyes melodramatically. "I'm not going to just throw you on the floor and rape you! You have to give me a hint or something, here! I'm not going to -- "

They were way off-topic, now. "Anyway, I can't believe you honestly think I wouldn't notice if you were gone!"

"Why should you notice?" Setsuna asked, his hands slipped down into his pockets, and he shrugged. "You're so damn self-centered, all you have time for is flirting with the rest of the damn place and yourself. Why should me being gone be that much of an issue anyway. You really did remind me of a girl getting all ballistic back at Hogwarts over the idea of me being gone."

What can I do? I can't keep going on about this. I guess I could just shrug it all off and say I don't care and let him rant at me, assuming he does, Setsuna thought to himself.

Kira touched his chest. "I am not!" he said quietly, sounding scandalized. He took in a breath. "I do not!" But his voice was beginning to sound more hurt than angry, now. He puffed his cigarette a couple times, looking at his feet, before he squared his shoulders and forced himself to look straight at Setsuna again. "Listen, you -- " But something stopped him.

Kira blinked. "Setsuna, you've got bruises..." he whispered, pointing.

Setsuna had been prepared for a tirade so Kira's sudden course alteration threw him off at first; his mouth dropped open. He allowed that to only last for a short while before recomposing himself and snapping out, "Oh, you finally noticed? I said I was in a fight, didn't I? What do you think happens in a fight? People get roughed up some, duh. So now you're not just a girl, you're stupid too."

Granted, Setsuna was either usually winning, or Kira stopped it before things progressed to the level they did with Katou. And Kira hadn't seen the state Setsuna was usually left in at the boot camp....

Kira looked very distressed, now, as he pulled the cigarette to his lips again. "I didn't..." Drag. "I'm sorry, I... How bad does it hurt? Who did this to you?"

"It doesn't hurt," Setsuna insisted with a sneer in his tone. "And why does it matter who did it? Saved you a lot of trouble, didn't it?"

Nononono! He didn't want Kira upset over this. Not feeling guilty, not apologizing.... It made his heart clench. And saying who it was didn't sound wise.

Kira, of course, wasn't dumb. "It was Katou, wasn't it?" he said, anger bubbling again. Anger at Setsuna, for trying to hide this from him. Anger at Katou, for doing this...

Setsuna winced at just the name -- well, it's not like he could expect Kira not to figure it out. "And what if it was? Why should you care? You knew him before me, after all. He's entitled to act as he wants." Damn it. Idiot. This might make him want to tell Katou off more instead. Gah... This is hard. Really, really hard.

"He's not entitled to beat the shit out of you!" Kira yelled, eyes flashing.

"He didn't beat the shit out of me!" Setsuna shouted back in defense of himself. "Besides, I threw the first punch," that landed, "and started it" by taking him a gift and he's too much of a jealous ass to keep himself under control, "and don't fucking yell at me! Yelling is the very reason I didn't want to come deal with your arrogant ass in the first place."

"I wouldn't be yelling at you if you hadn't SCARED ME! I wouldn't be yelling if you hadn't disappeared for days at a time, telling me you didn't think I would notice if you were gone!" Kira retorted, but he was quick to focus on what Setsuna had said about Katou. "You left to take him a gift, and came back looking beat-up! You could have been killed! Why shouldn't I be angry at him?! And..." Kira couldn't quite wrap his brain around Setsuna throwing the first punch. "And you're lying! You were always a crappy liar, Setsuna."

That finally brought Setsuna's bottom lip quivering again. Damn it.... Just damn it all. What was the point of trying now? Kira's anger was obviously going the wrong direction, and Setsuna didn't know what else to do. The first thing that blurted out was, "But I'm sick of being yelled at! I got enough of that at boot camp! I only did all of that stuff so you would get pissed off at me instead of Katou."

Thinking back over his words he realized everything to follow would be a very, very strange conversation.... He bit his bottom lip, pressed hard against the wall, and couldn't get his eyes to quite meet Kira's.

It was just as well. The butt of Kira's cigarette fell to the ground but he quickly stamped it out. He couldn't look at Setsuna, either. ".....I......" was all he could say for several seconds. "I wouldn't have yelled if you hadn't scared me!" he repeated again, but his voice was low, quiet, breathy, not angry. He hugged himself with both arms, now. "I'm sorry." He shuddered. His eyes were sad, hollow, focused on the floor.

"Why don't you want me to be mad at Katou?"

Setsuna didn't say anything for a while; finally he muttered a soft, "Don't be sorry.... I should have expected it. Pretty stupid being mean to you and hoping you wouldn't yell about it. I deserve it," then kicked at the floor. "I'm sorry if anything I said hurt you. I didn't mean any of it."

It was easier to talk about that...because talking about Katou was going to hurt, and he felt a bit stupid about it. He put his arms around himself as well and made his mouth move.

"And...I don't want you to get angry at Katou because he hates me. He's already said it himself...and if you get upset at him over this -- if you're always taking my side -- then that's gonna get worse. He may deserve it, and he may be an obnoxious, self-pitying prick, but I want him to like me...." Gah, that was so, so, so stupid. Setsuna couldn't take his eyes off the floor.

"And I'm tired of people fighting and yelling at each other because of me. My parents fought about a lot of things, but I was one of them -- my father thought my mother was insane with the things she said about me. I thought all of that was over when they got a divorce. I don't want more people fighting with each other because of me."

"Your mother is insane," said Kira off-handedly. He sighed, thinking over everything Setsuna had said. He did want his friends to be friends, and if Kira kept intervening on Setsuna's side, that might never happen. On the other hand, though, part of Kira still did want to track Katou down and kick his ass for this. But he told Setsuna, "Fine. For your sake, I won't do anything to Katou."

Rubbing one arm now, Setsuna muttered out, "Thanks," then went back to biting his bottom lip -- for a little while. "But you know...maybe you should get back to yelling at me after all that crap I said to you."

Kira thought about it. Part of him was tempted. But after all that stuff Setsuna said about hating to be yelled at... "I'd rather not. You were just being your dipshit self anyway, pussy."

Normally, Setsuna would have shot something back at that, but he just took it silently. He wanted to say something back, though. Leave it to Kira to be an ass when Setsuna already felt down about everything.

Kira sighed when he noticed Setsuna didn't respond. "I was kidding," he said bleakly.

Setsuna shrugged to that and walked over to one of the chairs to flop into. He wasn't exactly in the mood to play either...

Kira fingered his ponytail for a few seconds and went to sit down next to Setsuna. "Yeah, that's what I did when I got your note," he said.

Still oddly silent, Setsuna pulled his legs up into the seat and completely curled up in it. How could he begin to explain that even after three days of doing this, he still wanted to just sit there and not move for a while. Partially because he had felt better until he told Kira all of those things; now he felt a bit ill with himself.

Kira, for his part, just sighed and leaned his head on Setsuna's shoulder. Then he reached out, his hand trying to find Setsuna's. He'd been seethingly angry when Setsuna first walked in, but now all he wanted to do was comfort his friend. They could talk about Kira later, or never. He felt stupid for revealing his vulnerability anyway, even if just to Setsuna.

Setsuna's hand didn't reach back; he wrapped both arms around Kira, and tried to bury his head in Kira's shoulder.

"This was so stupid! If I had known you'd agree so easily to leave Katou be, I would have just asked that in the first place," he mumbled. Granted, there was no guarantee Kira would have been reasonable if he had seen Setsuna in the beginning.

He had to laugh at himself for this.... "But it was so easy, and that's all it took. I feel so stupid right now. Hurting you for it wasn't worth it."

"I wasn't hurt," Kira insisted, a little embarrassed now. He gave Setsuna's hand a squeeze. He was, but he didn't want anyone to know that.

Setsuna shook his head -- not buying that for a second -- but didn't bother arguing. They didn't need to talk about it, not if Kira didn't want to.

"Either way, it was all really stupid. I'll make it up to you, somehow."

That haunting melody came back to Setsuna's mind for a moment, but he couldn't remember the words.... He wished he had his tape recorder with him at the time, so he could listen to the song again -- it had played in his mind the past three days constantly. For now, Setsuna settled for humming it.

"Good," Kira said, smirking, giving Setsuna's hand another squeeze. As Setsuna started to hum, Kira started to nibble and lick his neck. "I should give you some bruises you won't mind having..." he said with a chuckle -- referring, of course, to hickeys.

Setsuna broke off the humming at that, and smiled. "Oh? That's definitely new." Did his voice sound a bit nervous?

"Why are you thinking of that now?" the blond managed to ask, one hand started to rub Kira's back in circling motions.

"Jus' kissing," Kira murmured. "Not that new..." He was, indeed, starting to passionate make out with Setsuna's throat. When Setsuna started to rub his back like that, Kira couldn't help but close his eyes in contentment.

Setsuna rolled his head back, giving Kira more skin to consume. He wanted to hum again, but it was hard to get the tune back or focus at all; what resulted was a light purring moan from Setsuna's throat.

"No...." His voice was raspy now. "This is...really new." There was a quick desire to nibble on Kira's ear, or pull that shirt off, or.... Where was this going anyway?

He settled for just continuing to rub Kira's back through the fabric, mind reeling for the moment.

Kira, of course, wasn't intended to push it too far; he just wanted to make out and maybe get a handjob or some petting out of this. But seeing how much Setsuna seemed to enjoy it egged him on, made him want to keep kissing. "Mmmph..." he said as Setsuna rubbed his back. He pushed his body up against his friend's. It was safe to say Kira definitely wasn't mad anymore, although the intense emotions from before could very well have contributed to his current state.

Ohfuck, ohfuck, ohfuck. I am not fucking blushing. No! Setsuna cried to himself in horror as he felt his face heat up. His body arched a little as he leaned back -- uncomfortably -- into the plastic armrest. This brought a brief exclamation of annoyance as he pulled back up for a moment, but it was impossible -- he wanted to lay back completely, and this thing was in the way.

"I wish we had a bed," finally came out of his mouth. "But I'd settle for the floor, or.... You know, a bed made entirely out of cushions would be awesome." Kinda like they had back in the ancient days of Arabia, right? Or were those just in the movies? Shame if they were.

"Mmmpgghhhffff," said Kira, kissing Setsuna's chin now, slowly working his way towards Setsuna's lips. The chairs were uncomfortable, but not about to get in Kira's way. He'd left a nice hickey on Setsuna's neck, too, which made him pleased with himself. As Setsuna babbled, Kira also couldn't help noticing that adorable blush. "Cute when you blush," he murmured, in between kisses. He grinned and added, "Uke."

"Fuck you," Setsuna growled back, even as he twisted again and whined pathetically to himself about the stupid armrest. "Effeminate bastard."

He couldn't help babbling -- Kira was the lucky bastard getting to lean forward.

Kira grinned and suddenly shifted, getting off Setsuna only for a minute to get down on the theatre floor, lying on his back and reaching up to pull Setsuna down with him. It was preferable to the seats, despite being hard and somewhat cold. "Now. Where were we?"

If it wasn't for the fact he was relieved to have that awful thing no longer poking his back, Setsuna would have been annoyed Kira was on the floor -- as though Setsuna was delicate and needed to be on top of him. But hey, Setsuna, what did you think whining about an armrest would make you sound like? Delicate. Right.

He couldn't help but blush just a bit more out of embarrassment. In the least, he could answer the question with a grin as one hand started to snake its way down Kira's body.

"Mmmm.... I think," Setsuna's lips were close enough to Kira's his hot breath could reach Kira, "we were right around here." That mouth didn't wait much longer before it parted to engulf Kira's bottom lip and lightly bite on it.

"Mmm," Kira murmured back, pressing his lips against Setsuna's and wrapping both arms around the other boy's back. After three days of being sick with worry, he figured Setsuna owed him a little fooling around. And it wasn't like Setsuna wasn't every bit as into it as he was... "Mmmmm."

And it wasn't like Setsuna's hand hadn't taken this trip before, just last time it had been unintentional. It stopped purposefully at Kira's thigh and opted to teasingly rub Kira's covered thigh for a moment, while the other was on the floor, helping to keep his weight balanced.

His lips continued, parting for a moment so he could try to slip his tongue in Kira's mouth. It was nice having a bit of control over the situation.

Kira arched his back, eyes closing as Setsuna's tongue slipped inside his mouth. Those three days were almost worth this. Almost. He never wanted to be that worried again, but DAMN, that felt good.

Setsuna had closed his eyes sometime ago, and now his tongue curled around while his fingers lightly walked up Kira's thigh. Perhaps Setsuna was being a slight bastard by checking if Kira was ticklish there too -- perhaps he was just lost in thought..... Soon enough they stopped, though, and his hand purposefully cupped around Kira's balls, before his fingers lifted to the zipper on Kira's jeans.

If they were gonna fool around, might as well keep going. Setsuna certainly had no intentions of stopping, especially when messing with Kira's groin like that forced any thoughts of Sara out for the moment, making Setsuna's life just a bit easier right then.

Kira giggled a little and pulled out of Setsuna's kiss -- he was, indeed, ticklish there too -- but when Setsuna stopped he realized and let himself kiss Setsuna again, jumping with a start at the feeling of Setsuna cupping his balls. It wasn't a bad feeling; just very unexpected. He heard Setsuna messing with the zipper and pulled away again, looking a little dazed as Setsuna fooled with that. "S-Setsuna?" he asked. He hadn't really been expecting Setsuna to make the first move like this... not that he was complaining...

Setsuna's hand stopped and he pulled back a little. When his eyes reopened with curiosity, the pupils were dilated, filling his usually honey-brown eyes with mostly black, and they stayed half-lidded as he purred out, "Wha?"

"Keep going," Kira said, with a little smile. "Jussa surprise, that's all..." He smiled and kissed Setsuna's nose before lying back and waiting for Setsuna to get back to work.

Setsuna rubbed Kira's nose, before he allowed his eyes to flutter shut and his lips to meet Kira's again. His hand, zipper finally down, took its sweet time in lifting to unbutton Kira's jeans. With those obstructions gone, he finally repeated the rubbing on Kira's dick and balls over boxer fabric. Fingers started to tease over the open crease.

Kira moaned slightly and closed his eyes, his toes flexing inside his shoes as he tried not to arch his back. His breathing started to get heavier, and his fingers seemed like they were trying to dig into the floor underneath him. He waited impatiently as Setsuna unbuttoned his jeans and started to rub him through his boxer shorts, eyes flittering open briefly before they closed again. Kira could feel the sweat against the fabric of his shirt and underwear and, especially, the skin of his face.

Still kissing Kira, eyes closed, his fingers traveled blindly, using the soft fabric as a guide and slipping in. Skin on skin directly, Setsuna's hand wrapped around Kira's penis, and deliberately slow started pumping up and down.

He had missed Kira's eyes opening for a short while, but remained observant of Kira's lips, just in case Kira pulled away again, or anything was wrong.

Kira's whole body tensed and his heart was beginning to flutter. His cock was throbbing painfully, and Setsuna's hand was only marginally helping the situation. Kira made whimpering noises as he pulled away from Setsuna's mouth for a second, wriggling and trying desperately to focus himself. "Ahhh..." His brain was slightly clouded.

At the whimpering, and Kira's lips ceasing and pull away, Setsuna's eyes opened as he pulled back too. "Mmmm. Something wrong, Senpai?"

His hand started to increase the speed, but his eyes ached, wanting to close as they fluttered, eyelashes kissing his cheeks repeatedly as he forced them back open.

"No," Kira said in unusually throaty tones. "Ah... no, no..." That was more like it. Kira's mouth formed a small 'o' shape, and he made an involuntary grunting noise at the contact between himself and Setsuna.

Controlling his hand carefully, Setsuna squeezed, just barely, as he kept going and licked his lips.

"Okay. Just making sure," Setsuna told Kira, his own voice throaty. His eyes slipped shut again, he leaned forward and Setsuna resumed the kiss. He might have used his mouth for other purposes, but being so inexperienced, Setsuna didn't want to take chances and ruin it for Kira; at least, not the first time going this far with him.

Kira wasn't sure how long he could maintain a kiss when he was short of breath like this, but he was determined to try. Breathing heavily through his nose, he did his best to focus on kissing Setsuna back, both arms wrapped securely around the blond's shoulders while Kira's cock twitched in Setsuna's grip.

Setsuna caught the heavy breathing, by sound and feeling it so close to his face, he pulled away again and smiled. "I think that's not gonna work anymore, huh?"

By now, Setsuna was half laying/sitting on the floor, relaxed, and using his other hand to help prop himself up. If not for that, he would have rather affectionately combed fingers through Kira's hair, or remove the jeans some and make this a bit easier. He just lazily smiled at Kira instead.

Kira smiled back, hesitantly slipping a hand under Setsuna's shirt. "Mm. Sorry," he murmured apologetically. "I used to be able to keep up..." He laughed at this own joke, mentally promising he'd learn to start keeping up again, and learn damn soon.

Granted, it was far easier for Setsuna to breathe when he wasn't the one worked up.

"Getting old?" Setsuna jested, deciding to just watch Kira, for once understanding and seeing that Kira was attractive. There was, after all, a difference between knowing someone was attractive, and actually being attracted to them.

"Oh, shut up," Kira said, but he was laughing. He wiggled and bucked a little against the aroused feeling. He tried to wriggle out of his jeans; he wasn't about to come yet but he didn't want to be wearing them when he did. But his erection brushed slightly painfully against the denim, and he ceased. "It's this damn body..."

"Sure, blame the body.... You out of shape from smoking then?" Setsuna teased, eyes still looking Kira over as he tried to shift his weight enough he could help him pull the jeans lower. He'd been wanting to for a while anyway.

That one hand tried, pulling at a loose corner as Setsuna's other hand continued on, bit slower since his concentration was split in three directions for a change.

"Ha, ha, ha. No. I've just been doing it too long... and too much... all worn out..." Kira's eyes looked over Setsuna fondly before the blond started to pull his jeans off. Kira tried his best to help Setsuna with that, although occasionally he had to stop to moan a little.

"I'm gonna owe you after this..."

"Mmm?" As much as he didn't want to lose possible return for this, Setsuna was still ever fair, shown by how he grinned, leaned forward until their noses were touching again and said, "I thought I was the one that owed you, hence the hand job in the first place?"

The jeans were finally lowered, making the entire process a lot easier...only.... "You know, if you want your boxers down too, I'm gonna have to stop for a moment. You okay with that?"

"You're going above and beyond the call of duty... I just wanted a kiss..." Not that Kira was complaining. He looked utterly happy right now.

"Sure, sure. Fine." Kira's eyes seemed to have glazed over, but he was still capable of understanding the conversation.

"I didn't know you wanted only a kiss," purred Setsuna, giving a quick kiss to Kira's forehead, right between his eyes, to make up for his hand pulling away.

Once the boxers were slipped down enough, Setsuna's hand resumed, and he just watched Kira's reactions curiously.

Kira felt a bit odd just being watched like this. He was normally a much more pro-active partner in fooling around. But in this case, Setsuna seemed to like it, and Kira was still panting anyway. So Kira just tried to put on a good show, moaning and whimpering and twitching, face flushed with arousal.

Setsuna would have gladly returned to kissing, but the last thing he wanted to do was asphyxiate Kira; watching worked just as well. He could better catch that soft dust of red, the way Kira's bangs fell across his eyes, the part of his mouth lost in breathing.

"Mmm.... Now you're the one that's beautiful." He couldn't stop teasing, either.

Kira laughed a little, unable to stop himself from wriggling now. He grunted and groaned, rocking himself against Setsuna's touch. When Setsuna said he was beautiful, Kira looked at his friend, wide-eyed. "Ah..." he said. "You mean it?" His mouth curled into a cocky little smile. Of course you mean it.

"Nah, I'm just saying that so you'll sleep with me," Setsuna said with a snicker. Of course he had meant it...but that self-satisfied grin on Kira's face, and knowledge of how arrogant the bastard could be held that response back.

But, Kira should know better Setsuna believed. He pumped just a bit harder, slightly faster, stroking his fingers down to the base where his thumb would press for a moment.

"Oh, okay," said Kira, grinning. "Well, no healthy, read-blooded young man is going to object to being sexually objectified a li -- " Kira's sentence was cut off by a surprised, satisfied little mewl. Oh, now that felt good. His dick was beginning to leak pre-come.

Kira was...always so confident and ready with a humorous reply like that. Setsuna laughed a little, even more so when Kira cut off. Spending time with his own body had taught the kid enough.

His thumb pressed just a bit harder, massaging at the base before he went back to stroking the rest. And pleased, he leaned forward to whisper in Kira's ear, "Of course I meant it. You're gorgeous."

Kira looked at Setsuna, hazy-eyed. "I... you..." he gasped. He was just going to enjoy the ride for now. And then Setsuna called him "gorgeous", which elicited a chuckle as Kira arched his back a little. He was almost there... but not yet, not quite... "Glad you think I'm pretty."

Setsuna pulled back, so his voice was at a normal level when he joked, "Well, when you're acting like a girl, pretty is a fitting word," with his own cocky smile. Kira was just...so much fun, any time.

Just a bit faster, just a bit more pressure....

"Hey -- " Kira protested loudly. "I am most -- most certainly not -- " There was a low, low groan, and Kira started to come.

Setsuna giggled at the silence, then wiggled his fingers in the reaction, observing curiously. First time he had seen someone's come other than his own -- not that it was different looking.

"And we'll never know what you're not, huh? Unless it's not honest, not kind or not a boy," Setsuna offered, rubbing his fingers together and still staring.

"People swallow this stuff?"

Kira seemed amused at Setsuna's question. "Yeah, they swallow that stuff. I have." He was wondering, now, actually, how the hell they were going to get 'that stuff' cleaned up.

Setsuna pressed his fingers together, still so curious. "What does it taste like, then?" He wasn't sure he wanted to ever try that.... And it was probably best Kira suck him off first so Setsuna could learn; that's what the blond thought, at least.

"Kind of salty. Kind of bitter." Kira shrugged. Then he smirked. "Eventually, you'll find out, I'm sure."

"I like sweet stuff, but bitter is...." Setsuna grimaced and looked at Kira with an expression that clearly asked, "Are you serious? You SWALLOW this stuff?"

Then he sighed and shrugged it off. "Well, whichever, like you said, I'll find out later. You wanna go wash up in the lake now? Err..." Wouldn't that mean Kira's clothes would get covered in this stuff, though? Wouldn't that be uncomfortable?

"Or I could bring you a wash cloth damp with some water from the fridge. It'd be cold...." Not having a shower right there made life a bit more complicated, Setsuna would admit.

Kira sat up a little, looking both mildly embarrassed and quite content. He was usually much more aloof and 'together' after sex, but he wasn't usually passionately in love with the person he was having it with. Not that this was even technically "sex"; just jacking off...

Kira laughed and patted Setsuna on the shoulder. "I should probably clean up a little here, cold or not," he said. "Or I'd have to go down to the lake pantsless. Listen, though..." His tone became suddenly serious. "Setsuna, there's something I want you to have. Think of it as a good luck charm..."

At that, Kira took the stone pendant from around his neck and placed it around Setsuna's.

"Eh?" Setsuna blinked and lifted the pendant, staring at it curiously, too. "Wha? This is like something a girl would wear. What are you giving it to me for? I mean, would it really help my luck? 'Cause mine's crap."

Before he might not have believed in that sort of thing, but by now, to scoff at the idea of something being good luck seemed silly. Granted, the look he gave the item clearly said he thought it was weird looking.

"And umm.... Come to think of it, why did you say I scared you earlier?" He still felt bad about all of that stuff.... Best to clear it up now. Setsuna lifted from the floor so he could leave and get a wash cloth for Kira, though, once he answered him.

"Don't say that. I've been wearing it for years. It's a gift, okay?" Kira insisted, slightly defensive. He looked a little sorry as he said, "I didn't know what shape you were in, or what happened to you. It was worrisome."

Setsuna's face twisted into one of half-apology and half-freaked out with a slight sliver of disgust. "All right, all right...." then he melted into a soft smile. "A gift?"

Once told how Kira had felt, Setsuna's eyes looked to the floor. "I'm sorry.... I was scared of how'd you react. I remembered how you got over the whole boot camp thing, and I really didn't want you going after Katou. I figured if you didn't see me right away, you'd react better. And if I got you angry at me, then you'd be too busy scolding me."

One foot pointed downward and he twisted it on the ground. "Next time...what do you want me to do? For your sake? I'll come back if anything happens to me, but you have to promise not to run off and get upset about it."

Kira sighed and rubbed his temples. "Setsuna..." he whispered, shaking his head. "How was I supposed to react to absolutely no news from you whatsoever?" He tried to smile. "I don't think I'd run off if you needed me, if that's what you're worried about."

"Nah, it's not that," Setsuna muttered, running the clean hand through his hair. "I just don't want you doing anything to Katou, because this is something I have to handle on my own. Anyone else you're welcome to hurt, because it's not gonna make the situation worse."

Setting his eyes on Kira, pulling them from the floor, Setsuna added, "And I did send you a letter, at least. So next time you'd rather I come to you? Or is it enough to know I stayed with Crowley? Would that be okay?"

Kira took a deep breath and extended a hand, offering to shake. "Yeah, okay," he said. "Deal."

The demon nodded slowly. "That's enough, I suppose. I mean, assuming you can tell me, 'I'm staying with Crowley and don't want to deal with most people right now' without insulting me..." That still stung, but Kira was determined to pretend it didn't.

"I only said it like that 'cause I wanted to make you angry at me," Setsuna admitted, eyes drifting back to the floor. He missed seeing Kira's hand extend....

"Would you rather I come to you?" Because that's what he had really wanted to do in the first place. He didn't think Kira would say no, but Setsuna still felt like he should ask. "It's what I wanted.... I just didn't want you upset at Katou."

Kira sighed and settled for just placing his hand on Setsuna's shoulder.

"We're getting schmoopy," he said. "Aren't we?" At Setsuna's question, he fumbled a little, trying to give it some thought. "I'd like you to come to me when you can. But sometimes there'll be days when you can't, and...I'll just have to accept that." As much as part of him didn't want to. As much as part of him wanted to be the only one to protect Setsuna.

"Then I'll come if I can, and I'll send you a letter if I can't," Setsuna said. And at being told they were getting sappy, emotional and overly romantic, Setsuna glared at Kira and rolled his shoulders to shrug off Kira's hand.

"Now I'd better get you a wash cloth or we'll NEVER get to the lake."

All this talk of coming was beginning to put Kira's mind in the Bad Place, but he just nodded. "Yeah, okay," he said, smiling at his frie... well, maybe not just friend, anymore. "We should probably at least try to clean up the floor, too."

"I think you should, since it's your come," Setsuna told him with a grin, then made a quick leave out the door. Really, if he didn't then, he might never get to the damn fridge.

Kira blushed slightly, waiting patiently for Setsuna's return and trying not to get TOO cold.

With a wash cloth (there had been a few found in the closet of the break room) damp with cold water straight from the fridge, Setsuna returned and handed it to him. "There ya go. You can clean up now."

And he, once again, would watch.

Kira shifted uncomfortably. "If it's going to be cold, maybe it'd be better if you weren't staring?" he suggested -- eyebrow raised, but he was smiling. "I mean, you know what happens to guys when they get cold... down there."

Setsuna smirked. "It's only natural. What are you afraid of?" A slight bit of sympathy passed over Setsuna's features for Kira. Did Kira actually think that Setsuna would tease him?

"You don't need to watch," Kira insisted, with a weak little smirk, getting more embarrassed at that. It was a silly thing to be sensitive over, and he knew, but the human side of him couldn't help his discomfort, and he turned away slightly as he started to clean off his own legs. He embarrassed more and more easily, he noticed, the longer he spent in this body. He succumbed to other feelings -- affection, most notably, but also worry and amusement -- more easily too.

Setsuna didn't press the matter and just sat back in one of the seats to politely wait this out, with a slightly amused, but fond smile still playing on his lips.

"Oh! I remembered something while I was getting the water. You still owe the cat-man fish, don't you?"

Kira sat up suddenly, realizing dawning. He'd never completely forgotten; it had simply been on the back-burner of his mind. And now Setsuna had drawn it to the forefront again. "Yeah, I do."

Leaning one arm on the the arm rest, cheek against one fist, Setsuna nodded his head, whether Kira could see it or not while cleaning. "Yep. So when ya gonna do that?"

He figured, for scaring KIRA the least he could do would be to help out with the fish, some. Maybe toss a few more at Kira's face for fun, though.

Kira replied, simply, "When I get time." Hopefully, that'd be any day now, but he wasn't going to set down a specific date. Not right away. "Guess I should do it pretty soon, though, huh?"

"Yep. Probably, or that cat-freak's gonna think you can't hold to what you say. And you said you would, so you should," Setsuna insisted. Now that he thought about it, though, he owed Crowley, quite a bit. Not that he could pay him back anyway.

Ah well, for another day that problem would be.

Kira nodded, looking thoughtful. Of course, he already knew all that, but he was trying to consider when he would have time to do something like this. "I'll get around to it soon," he said, shrugging. He meant it, too. His legs were mostly clean now, and he was working on the cement floor.

"So what do we do with the rag, genius? Take it down to the river and wash it, too?"

"Yep. I guess we could put some soap on it from the bathrooms, though. You done yet?" Setsuna asked, a bit impatiently. Getting a bath now was starting to sound nice -- especially since there weren't any other bruises to give Kira any more shocks with.

Kira slipped his pants back on (but left his underwear on the floor; he was just going to get naked again anyway, and it's not like they shared the theatre with anyone else). "Yeah," he said. "Let's get going."

With that, Setsuna happily bounced up from the seat and they headed out.