Remix KiraxSetsuna
I have been taken over by manic episodes these last nights and I am weakened by my sinus cold so tonight I decided to do something with my sleepless time that was productive to resting on my ass. I propped up all my pillows and secured my new DSi and laid back with my laptop and a playlist for my Akihito character that I fashioned and rewrote the opening to this story, fleshed out sections and added more dialogue.
I hope everyone likes the changes. I wanted you to read it first.
Grim lips pursed around a Marlboro full flavor and as Kira Sakuya inhaled he aimed his gaze at his young protege and slipped his hands into his back pocket before leaning against the tree. His folded up glasses bounced lightly against his chest as he rested and exhaled a plume into the boy's earnest face. His tone was quiet but firm as he slurred around the fag, 'Some things are better left alone…'
Mudoh Setsuna splashed cold water onto his face as the words reverberated in his mind. He looked up and stared at his wide and bloodshot eyes in his panicked reflection. His hand curled around the metal of the basin in the bathroom at school and he took a deep breath before shaking the droplets from his blond hair. He straightened and rubbed his hands back through his hair with closed eyes.
He had been sleeping in class again, until Okazaki had poked him in the back with a very sharp pencil. He had awakened with an accusing yelp and an embarrassment between his legs. Quickly he had raised his hand for the bathroom pass and rushed out holding onto himself.
He ran his hands through the mess, trying to figure out some sort of order. Then turned the faucet back on to full blast.
'Why can’t these feelings just disappear…?' Lingered and he tried to kill the thought instinctively. His heart knew whom it wanted. Setsuna stepped back aghast and realized that he had filled the sink. He quickly reached to turn off the faucet and turned in time to see a student walk into the boys' room. Setsuna desperately needed to save his reputation and he grabbed his groin and made a rude gesture and adopted one of his Sempai's more cockier waves while he left. His lips curved at the disgusted look that had appeared on his test subject and he went to find Kira.
Regretfully, he needed his books and the notebook to return for the scam he fixed the books on for Kira. Setsuna returned to the classroom, and the teacher merely glanced his way as he settled back at his desk. He opened his textbook and found a single folded sheet of pink stationary. 'What in the hell-?' he thought, as he unfolded the paper to reveal the feminine scrawl he loved and knew so well.
Aniki,
Mother doesn’t want us to have our visits anymore. But, I wanted you to know that I still do. Can we meet in secret? Meet me at our park at 5? I’ll be waiting.
Sara
He gulped as he refolded the little note. He was always careful to keep to the original creases. Sometimes she would origami the letters she wrote and he would carry it around in his pocket and wait to read it at a private time. Then he would sit at his desk and carefully smooth out the extra creases it would accumulate before struggling on the difficult task in copying her childish folds with care and precision. He could just imagine the frustration on her face as she looked from the propped open book to the crumpled mess she had made.
He took a breath, Sara- so sweet, and so... innocent.
Setsuna couldn’t meet her. He couldn’t let her see what she did to him- what he wanted to do to her. It was wrong.
He closed his eyes and folded his hands over his books and then swept up the pile and ignored his teacher's warning shout when he slid open the door and exited the classroom.
'I am condemned to hell…' Setsuna looked up and squinted at the shining lights of the hallway. 'God, have no mercy for me.'
He took the stairs two at a time, leaping to the landing and reached into the cubby, shoving his books into his satchel and slung it over his shoulder. Forgetting to change his shoes, he ran out the doors.
'Save my sweet and innocent little sister from my ravaging demon-lust…'
He ran across the courtyard until he came to the edge of the school. There he spotted a familiar shape and he walked closer at a tempered pace,“Sempai!” He shouted aloud and finished the prayer. 'Save Sara.'
Kira raised his head in Setsuna’s direction and held up a hand as a wave. He looked to either side of him and jerked his thumb at the guys crowded around him. He settled his shoulders back against the fence and lolled his head towards the creeping boy.
“You shouldn’t be skipping classes Setsuna.”
Setsuna stopped and scowled at Kira. “You are,” he stated belligerently.
“I am,” Kira's lips spread slightly and he inclined his head forward exhaling a drag of the cigarette he had been consuming for the past two minutes. “Care for one?” he asked face smoothed of emotion and hand extended with the open pack.
Setsuna's eyes were fiercely determined as he accepted the offer. “Sure,” Kira raised an eyebrow and reached into his school uniform pocket for an expensive zippo.
Setsuna's teeth clamped down on the filter and Kira chuckled as he reached a hand forward and pulled at it while his eyes urged Setsuna to open his mouth.
“You suck on it. Don't chew on it like a puppy, Setsuna-kun,” he admonished as he demonstrated by tapping the zippo against his pants and lit the cigarette before placing it back between Setsuna's lips.
Setsuna closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, trusting completely. He started coughing almost immediately and the smoke dropped from his mouth to burn between them in the thick grass. His hands reached forward and anchored on the fabric of Kira's school uniform. Setsuna drew his head forward and he leaned his head against Kira's chest, remembering to be courteous enough not to cough directly in his Sempai's face.
“Che, don’t tell me you’ve never had a cigarette before Setsuna,” Kira chuckled softly, and held his hand possessively over Setsuna's neck, drawing his other arm around to tap his hand down on the coughing boy's back rhythmically.
Setsuna braced himself and took a deep breath and muffled out with indignation, “Of course I have! But I don’t like them,” he defended.
Kira nodded as if he understood and then deliberately dropped his lips down on the top of Setsuna's brow and shoved him away.
Setsuna wasn't sure how to react to the bizarre treatment and he stumbled to a pause and blinked at Kira. “Uh- Sempai?”
Kira fortified himself with a deep exhale and opened one eye and slanted his gaze at Setsuna. The boy's expression caused him to open the other eye. “Yeah?”
“Um, I…” Setsuna felt his cheeks redden as he tried to voice the forbidden thought.
'If I tell… it won't be a secret anymore...'
His eyes fought Kira's gaze. “I can’t-” His posture straightened and he got caught with a direct stare. “I can't lie about this anymore.” Then he paused dramatically and blurted out in a near shout, “I LOVE SARA!”
Kira arched a brow, and then nodded. “Aa, me too.”
“Sempai…” Setsuna gritted out between clenched teeth and his fists tightened reflexively against his legs.
Kira took a drag, “What do you want me to do about it Setsuna?” He cut.
“I- I don’t want you to make fun,” he answered glumly before staring down at his feet. He noticed that he had not changed from the white school issue and he'd ruined these with grass-stains and cigarette ash.
Kira stared at Setsuna's bent head and his heart froze. He had seen that face before. The hopeless, desolate expression that always signified the near end of his bright angel's life. Kira couldn’t stand that face.
“Setsuna.”
“What?” he muttered contemplating explaining to his dad's wife about the cost of new school sandals.
Kira reached out an arm and his hand cupped his protege's chin and raised it to his face.
“If you love this woman, then don’t be afraid to. The only thing that can hold you back from your love is yourself, and your conflicting feelings.”
Setsuna’s jaw dropped and his own arm cut against Kira's and he stumbled back a step after releasing himself. “But! Sara’s my younger sister! She can't be my lover too!”
Kira raised a calm brow, and then that smile edged its way across his lips. “Why not?”
His role model's nonchalant attitude on this distressing subject was the last straw to his already frazzled nerves. “Sempai?! How the hell can you say something like- like that!?”
Kira paused to exhale a long drag before answering, “If you have these feelings Setsuna, then act on them. Otherwise don’t whine about it. It’s cowardly, and repulsive.” He said with a grimace at the cruelty of his own advice.
Setsuna gripped an edge of the fence, fingers tightened in the chain-link and turned to stare at Kira with shock. “Do-don’t you understand? Sara is my sister; we share the same blood. Don’t you see that it’s a mortal sin to lust after one’s sister?!” He finished with an exasperated breath shaking the fence with every breath. “God,” he sighed softly and leaned his face against the rough structure.
Kira's eyes flashed with anger and he threw away the cigarette. “Don’t mention God,” He shoved his hands into his pockets and turned to direct his stare at Setsuna. “Your love has nothing to do with Him, Setsuna. If you love her- then love her. Don’t be afraid of your own feelings. You are less than a man if you can’t accept that,” he stepped forward and crushed the still burning end of the cigarette and then kept going after he said his piece.
Dazed, Setsuna watched as Kira calmly walked across the courtyard, out of the school gates. His Sempai’s words echoed over and over through his head. He tried to make sense of them, but years of ethics, and knowledge throughout his young life wouldn't allow recognition.
He couldn’t do anything.
Tears began to trace their way down his dry cheeks, and blindly he reached down for his forgotten satchel and stumbled out of the gate and ran after Kira.
“Sempai!” he shouted. Kira half-turned and paused in his steps, waiting calmly. Setsuna ran to him at full force and gripped him by the arm as he yelled, “How can you say something like that? How could you mock me like that! Make me feel hope- make me…”
“Enough,” Kira commanded, and grabbed Setsuna under the elbow and began dragging him down the street. He pulled him down to a train station and settled him down on the train. He folded his body to fit on the tiny area in the rear of the train, and then waited expectantly for Setsuna to do the same. The younger youth endured all this with no protest, too shocked to put up any resistance.
“Stop crying,” He hissed. “You look and sound like a woman.” That same face, Kira couldn't bear to see that expression ever again. How many times must she be punished... Kira didn't realize until then, that he no longer wanted to suffer beside her. He kept his face neutral, as his heart digested this disturbing information.
Setsuna’s eyes burned with anger, and then as always, he did exactly as Kira commanded. Abruptly, the tears stopped. “I hate you,” he vowed.
Kira turned away from Setsuna, and smirked to himself. He nodded as if he agreed with the boy to pacify him, and then calmly glanced out the window at the blurred scenery of the speeding train. No more words were spoken between the two. When the train stopped at the designated spot, Kira exited, and listened as Setsuna reluctantly trudged along behind him.
“I can’t go home tonight Sempai,” Setsuna mumbled, utterly depressed.
“Then stay with me.”
“Your Father won’t mind?”
That smile. “Father is out of town on business. He won’t even know Setsuna.”
“Okay.” A soft smile fluttered and went. “Thanks,” Kira nodded again, and they continued up the street. Kira with his hands buried deep in his pockets, Setsuna clutching his school satchel, deep in thought.
When they reached the expensive apartment building, Kira ducked into the doorway and Setsuna nearly tripped as he scrambled after him. They rode up the elevator in silence, and every now and then Setsuna would stop to look at Kira. Kira pretended not to notice, and kept his gaze upwards, watching the digital numbers increase. Finally the elevator stopped, and they exited, the steel doors closing with a hush behind them.
“Sempai?” Setsuna asked once they were inside the spacious apartment.
Kira paused on his way to the refrigerator. “Yeah?”
“Can I have some water?”
“Nope. All I have is beer,” Setsuna blanched, and then pointed behind Kira to the faucet. “Ah, well if you want tap-” He shrugged and then popped the top on his can. He took a long throaty swallow and sighed in satisfaction. Determinedly, Setsuna filled the glass he had found next to the sink to the brim. He also drank a large gulp and winced.
“Was this cup clean?”
“Doubt it.”
“Thought so,” he quickly dumped the rest of the water, and then rinsed the glass. He waited and as expected, Kira opened the fridge and tossed him a beverage.
“You’re underage kid,” he added with a grin.
“So are you,” Setsuna huffed back. His reply was a smile, and then the older youth turned his back and walked back into the main room. “Sempai?” Setsuna followed and stood across from Kira at the bridge of the counter.
Kira chugged down another swallow, and then crushed the can in his hand before turning to the wide-eyed younger man.
“What is it?” he asked, affecting a cool pose and propping an arm against the doorjamb.
“Um, about what you said-”
Kira shrugged, “It’s true. If you love her, embrace that love. Who cares what anyone else will say.”
“Bu-”
Kira stopped Setsuna from speaking with a fierce tone. “No. There are no buts. If you really love her Setsuna, stop making these excuses. Take this chance while you still have it.” Kira’s dark gaze stared hard with entreaty at the younger boy. Setsuna found he couldn’t look away.
Something in Kira's eyes called out to Setsuna, and before he had a chance to think about anything he blurted out, “Kira-Sempai? Are you speaking from experience?”
Kira choked out a sardonic laugh. His thoughts flew back through time, as he stared at that same face. Each moment that ticked by brought another image of Alexiel’s past incarnations. Each of those faces then, superimposed over Setsuna’s searching young face. Kira vaguely wondered what Setsuna’s fate would be in this lifetime.
Last time… no better not to think of all that now. Finally, he answered, “No,” he heaved a sigh and tried to be honest, “I don’t feel love Setsuna.”
Setsuna's eyes hardened and then softened all at once and he said softly, “Aa. Sorry. I didn’t mean- to- well, I just- I’m confused," Setsuna turned away to look down at his shoes, but not before Kira caught the tear leaking from the corner of his eye.
'Tell her I love her! With my lips, my body, my heart... please comfort her!' (1) Kira's heart raced as he remembered the dying man's desperate plea.
He was forced to comply, and robot-like he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.
'Why did I just realize... You're the one... I've always been waiting for! Have you been looking for me...always? We... have finally met...' (1) she said cupping his head in her hands and gazing deep into his expressionless eyes.
Kira crossed the barrier of the few feet between them, “What is it you want Setsuna? Want me to hold you?" he spat, shaking the boy's shoulders. Stunned Setsuna just stared, "No? Then just to fuck you?”
Setsuna’s eyes widened and he began sputtering protests. But Kira ignored it, and clamped the younger man’s chin with one strong hand and spread his open lips over Setsuna's.
At first he tried to pull away, and his hands pushed against the taller man's broad shoulders. Kira released the boy's chin, and clasped both of his struggling arms to either side of the wall by holding his fingers over the thrumming pulses on Setsuna's wrists.
Setsuna struggled, but Kira tightened his grasp, parted his captured prizes's legs with his knee, and flattened him against the wall. His tongue probed against the closed barrier of Setsuna's lips, and pushed insistently. Setsuna tried to turn his head, and received a painful warning nip on his lower lip for his noncompliance. He yelped and Kira used this convenience to delve inside with no hesitation.
The first feel of slimy wetness touching his tongue made Setsuna instinctively moan, and Kira smiled against his lips. He was pleased with his captive's first acquiescence. He loosened his contact slowly, but still kept Setsuna pinned to the wall with his torso's weight.
Dazed, the younger boy closed his eyes, and leaned his head back.
'A warm feeling… I didn't have to think, he won't allow it. I could give this to him, and I could take this feeling and smother my true desires.'
“Sempai?” the blond murmured between breaths.
'This wasn't right either. God hath forsaken me...'
He whimpered.
'Forever...'
That infuriating smile. “Yeah?”
Setsuna's honeyed gaze stared deep into Kira's amber-flecked orbs above him, his fists clenched and unclenched next to his body. Kira could not mistake the tension in his boy's muscles as he struggled to relax.
“Help me forget.”
Kira's eyes searched Setsuna's suddenly determined expression for any hint of untruth, or fear. No matter how much he suddenly wanted this, he knew that the moment would be forever tainted if it was saturated with Setsuna's fear. Setsuna's jaw slackened from it's tight expression, and still his eyes allowed permission. Satisfied for the moment, Kira affected his usual attitude and shrugged his shoulders.
“Sure?” He murmured to give him one more chance to back-out.
Setsuna only nodded, unable to voice his request again.
Kira understood, and traced his thumb over Setsuna’s slightly bruised lower lip. He lowered his mouth again, and caressed that tender spot with his lips. Kira's hands settled on Setsuna's hips and he didn't break the contact with their mouths as he deepened the touch into a brilliant kiss and led the way down the hall, slowly manipulating Setsuna backwards, never breaking contact with his lips.
Setsuna exhaled a sound and broke away as his hip slammed painfully into the doorknob. Impatiently, Kira pushed him to the side, but his hands caught around one wrist and didn't allow a fall as he fumbled with the brass knob quickly.
Kira curled Setsuna into his hold again, this time moving his front up against the younger man's back. They had stood like this before, but this time Kira's erection made no mistake of his intentions and Setsuna drew in a deep breath as they both stared at the futon and Kira's hands relaxed loosely over Setsuna's collar and his head bent to kiss at his neck as he started to undo the buttons on Setsuna's school jacket.
Setsuna started to enjoy it and then he was none-too-gently pushed through the doorway, and Kira followed after folding the jacket he had wrenched off and dropped it on the floor before he kicked the door closed behind them.
Setsuna's eyes were gripped by the violence in Kira's and he tripped backwards and fell with a thump on the double sized futon. “Sem-Sempai-“
“Shh. No talking for now, Setsuna.” Kira firmly coerced, and leaned against the door to compose himself.
He lowered his fair head, and nodded twice. Then attempted to arrange himself comfortably on the futon. Kira tilted his head and watched amused as Setsuna fluffed a pillow, and tried to figure out the least vulnerable position he could lay in on his male Sempai's bed.
Kira turned to hide a smile, guessing exactly what his boy was struggling with, and began unbuttoning his shirt. When he turned, the shirt was all the way undone, and gaping open.
“What happened Sempai!?” Setsuna demanded. Distracted from his own nervousness he rose to a seated position and stared with horror at the frightening scar that stretched across Kira’s chest.
Kira seldom thought about his mark. It had been a part of him for so long that whenever he inadvertantly drew attention to it, he had trouble understanding why anyone would be so shocked. With each body he had possessed, the battle-scar had been transferred. Nothing proved his loyalty to her more than anything else. But right now he had more pressing matters to attend to, than to pay attention to his fleeting thoughts.
He pushed down his surge of annoyance and murmered, “Just a scratch. Lay down Setsuna.”
“That’s not a scratch-" he tried to protest, but Kira repeated it with a harsh command and Setsuna found himself shocked into compliance and he slowly lowered himself back onto the pillows.
“Good,” Kira smiled. He bent to kneel down next to Setsuna and then carefully, reached out with both hands and began unbuttoning the smaller youth's shirt. As each button popped free, Setsuna gulped, and strove to make eye contact with his Sempai.
When the last button loosened, he jumped as Kira’s hands smoothed over his bare chest and stroked up to his shoulders to push the material off. They were very gentle. Before this moment, gentle, was not a term he would use to describe his Sempai if he were asked. He wasn't too shocked by the violence, he had watched this man for a long time after all...
After discarding the white barrier, Kira’s fingers returned to Setsuna's lean chest, and lightly danced over the exposed skin. With a little quirk of the lips, he pinched a nipple between his fingers and tugged upward. Setsuna hissed, and rose his hips off of the bed.
Kira hushed him with a light kiss and before Setsuna could form another sound, Kira’s mouth replaced his fingers. His mouth wasn’t as gentle as his fingers, and he teased Setsuna’s flesh with nicks and scrapes of his long hot tongue. He traced his tongue all the way up his collarbone until he reached his ear, where he sucked the entire lobe with the three piercings all the way into his mouth. Setsuna’s eyes closed and he released a delicious moan.
“Sempai…” Kira’s tongue danced around each of the three earrings he himself had pierced and with each probe, his boy arched and bit back a sound.
Kira wasn't satisfied. He wanted to break Setsuna's fragile composure. Seeking this, he caught two of the dangling rings between his teeth and tugged hard.
"Ah!"
He continued to alternately pull on the earrings with his teeth, and then lick away the hurt he had inflicted, until Setsuna could barely breathe without letting out a strangled sound. When he had finished with his ear, he kissed a path to Setsuna’s mouth again, and used his bodyweight to turn Setsuna back towards him as he had arched in the opposite direction from the pain.
Kira’s groin was strategically placed right over Setsuna’s stomach, and Setsuna gulped when he realized the evidence of his Sempai's desire. Setsuna couldn’t deny that his own flesh had hardened and swelled to full size.
Setsuna adopted one of Kira's smirks and that indicated to Kira that he had been allowed to acknowledge he had also noticed. Kira shifted to the side, and freed one hand from Setsuna’s chest to reach down and squeeze his sex. His fair boy bucked beneath his touch, and tried to evade his hand. But Kira wouldn’t allow him his escape, and instead only tightened his hold, and pressed his tongue harder into Setsuna’s mouth to silence any screams his ears refused to listen to.
'Am I to be forgiven...?' Setsuna asked in prayer as he raised an arm from the bed and lifted his hand to hook onto the belt on Kira's hip.
He sensed Setsuna's acceptance and Kira’s hand stopped it's petting, and fumbled upward to open Setsuna's belt.
Setsuna dutifully lifted his hips, as Kira slid down his shorts along with his pants. Setsuna was now completely naked except for his shirt, which had tangled around his elbows, and bunched up to the middle of his back. Kira's tongue left his mouth and his lips pulled away with a sucking sound as he drew back to examine the fruits of his labor.
Lazily, he stroked her bared hip, eyes wide and staring at the softly sleeping face beside him. The stained futon was strewn with his hastily shed clothing, and her kimono was loosely still attached beneath her. Slowly, he rose to his hands and knees and examined her peaceful features.
'Soon, the men after her are closing in. If she gets caught again, then she'll have another horrible death. The Wheel of fortune from God will never stop turning!' With this realization, he rose and bent to retrieve his forgotten weapon...
"...ra-sempai?"
Blinking, Kira focused his gaze on the now wildly blushing boy beneath him. He chuckled at Setsuna's reddened cheeks and then leaned forward to press an insistent kiss against his lips. Kira's hands stroked along Setsuna's sides and he began kissing his way down his boy's lean body.
The blond strained and fought to keep himself from twisting around at the conflicting sensations of another person's hands stroking his body. Kira's mouth sucked on the flesh beneath his neck and Setsuna let out his held breath in a moan as Kira licked his way over the collarbones and to the middle of his boy's chest.
Setsuna yelped as Kira's tongue licked a long line straight down to the boy's navel, then he lifted his head and looked up at Setsuna.
"Setsuna," Kira's tone commanded. Setsuna groaned, and raised his head to meet Kira's eyes. "Watch me," he instructed with a mischievous grin. Enclosed within the spell of Kira's demand, Setsuna couldn't even nod as he realized his Sempai's intent. Kira's mouth opened and without warning, his tongue began the assault on Setsuna's sex.
He had to clasp his bedmate's hips between both of his strong hands to keep from choking himself as Setsuna bucked and simultaneously shrieked. It was the best feeling Setsuna had ever felt.
Kira slowly swallowed the slender length, then sucked in. He concentrated on driving the writhing body sprawled before him insane.
Kira's lips pulled back, and started a slow rhythmic suction, moving down the length and pausing to lave his tongue over the pearly drops of fluid leaking from the tip of Setsuna's tortured cock. He waited until he sensed that Setsuna was near release, then he placed one last teasing kiss on the tip, and swallowed the entire length once more.
"Sem...pai...!" Setsuna shouted as he slammed upwards despite the restraint on his hips, and finally pulsed his seed down the back of Kira's throat.
He swallowed around the softening length and arched his back as he pulled his body up the futon. He sat next to the panting younger man, and waited patiently for his boy to return to reality.
Staring at the beautiful sleeping form before him, he memorized the cherished pleasant expression on her face. Someday... he hoped to see it again.
Setsuna's eyes blinked open, and a true smile spread across his reddened lips.
'Then I would rather...without any pain, with my own hands... severe the wheel--' Then, as he began to expertly draw the sword from its sheath; she stirred, and her soft lips muttered, 'You're really a sweet man. Kill me.'
Setsuna frowned up at Kira's blank expression, and reached up a hand to cup his Sempai's cheek. The touch had the desired effect, and Kira's eyes jumped into focus and Setsuna watched as the expression changed from shock, to relief, and then to gratitude?
Kira turned his head to lay a soft kiss on the trembling palm. Setsuna smiled and wrapped his other hand behind Kira's neck and tugged him down next to him slowly. Kira was bent into a not too terribly comfortable position, but allowed him to have this moment. Both to calm the boy, and to allow himself the time to compose his thoughts. Setsuna tentatively pressed his lips to Kira's swollen mouth. Kira didn't seek to deepen the kiss, and Setsuna was content to keep it innocent.
A short while later, the blond released his hand from Kira's neck, and blushing wildly confessed, "I don't really know what to do. You have to help me Sempai," he blurted.
Kira fought the urge to smile. He knew what a challenge that was for Setsuna to confess, even though it was damn obvious already. “Just do what you think you would like. I’m sure that I’ll enjoy it Setsuna.” He assured, and shifted himself to sit comfortably on his heels.
Setsuna rose with him, and reached out a curious hand. He touched his shoulders first, and quickly looked up. After receiving the approving nod he was searching for, it encouraged him to explore the muscles down Kira's arms. He traced his arms back up, and then gathering his courage, stared at the scar. He traced a finger over the scarred flesh and whispered, “Did it hurt very much Senpai?”
“Yes," Kira's voice was strangled in his throat. The amount of trust and tenderness this normally belligerent boy was showing, pleased him very much. The combination of Setsuna's earnest appreciation, and adorable curiosity, warred with the knowledge of the fact that he was Alexiel. This, struggle between the angel, and his boy kept him motionless. And he stopped breathing as he anticipated Setsuna’s next move. His boy bent his sandy head and licked a new wound over the top of it.
Setsuna pressed his lips to the muscled curve of Kira's chest, and sighed softly. His Sempai's steady heartbeat soothed his nerves. And he shifted an arm around Kira's waist to almost lean against his Sempai as he crawled more carelessly into his arms and stayed that way until his own heartbeat was synchronized with his Sempai's and all he could smell was the lingering scent of Kira's shaving cream at his throat.
His hand reached down and he tried to begin to undo Kira's belt, but was stopped when the older man's hand shot out and arrested this movement.
Setsuna tilted his head to look up at Kira with puzzled intent, "Um, don't you want me..."
Kira shook his head, and his lips quirked upwards. "I have a better idea. Lay back down Setsuna," he gave his boy a little push, and waited for him to obey. Setsuna twisted a bit to his side, and curled slightly to allow some modesty.
“Don't move,” Kira instructed, and slid off the side of the futon, to roll up to his feet. The amber-flecked eyes blazed with appreciation, and he quickly began to divest himself of his uniform pants. He groaned as his aching length was finally freed from it's tight constriction, and then lifted each leg to carelessly kick them away. Setsuna's eyes widened, and he sucked in a breath as his curiousity got the better of him and he blatantly examined the rest of his Sempai's body.
Kira didn't pause to pose, and walked to the side of the bed, and began searching through the stand next to it. He knocked a few items over, and muttered some curses, then he tossed a bottle over his shoulder, and turned around to kneel on the edge. He was holding a small packet in his hand.
“Lay down on your stomach.” Kira instructed gently. Setsuna gulped, and with only a stifled whimper, did what he was told. He rested his head on his folded arms, and tried to still his nervous trembling.
'Alexiel...'
He quickly applied the necessary protection, then reached for the discarded bottle. "This should be okay... I don't have any jelly left," he muttered as he popped the cap and coated his fingers with the scented oil. “Hold still,” he further instructed, and then carefully his slick fingers began to part his boy's bottom.
Setsuna turned his head to bury his face into the covers as Kira found his hidden hole. Kira gently pushed a slicked digit into the orifice, and pumped slowly until his first knuckle disappeared. Setsuna groaned and tried to shift forward, but Kira stopped him by bracing his hand on Setsuna's lower back.
His Sempai began invading Setsuna in a way he had never imagined he'd ever experience. And as Kira stretched and prepared him, his thoughts were surreally linked to this moment. He couldn't think of anything except the feel of those slender digits, pressing against the walls, and then Kira did something fantastic.
Kira laughed heartily when Setsuna arched up in shock and buried two of Kira's fingers inside of him. Kira stroked his fingers over Setsuna's prostate again, and his boy moaned.
Noticing that the younger teen was once again fully erect, he slicked his own covered erection, and leaned over his young friend.
"Trust me," he pleaded, placing a kiss on Setsuna's turned cheek.
Setsuna nodded, "I do Kira-Sempai," his voice broke with the pain of that last confession.
Tears began to leak from her lovely eyes, and she rose slowly to a sitting position. '...up until now, not a single person ever defied God... for me...'
He carefully entered the boy, and stilled as he met the initial resistance Setsuna's tight muscles produced at the first entry. Determined not to cry out, Setsuna gritted his teeth.
'This is not Alexiel... This boy, Setsuna, does not deserve to feel me do this to him.'
Completely taking Kira by surprise, Setsuna pushed himself backwards, spearing himself on Kira’s shaft. Kira groaned, at the tight enveloping heat around his cock, and gripped the teen's hips hard enough to bruise. A drop of blood fell from Setsuna's clenched lip to land on the sheets and spread a crimson puddle in front of him. He had arched up, holding his arms in front of him to balance the weight.
"Are you alright?" Setsuna blinked and turned a pained expression to meet his Sempai's worried gaze.
He nodded jerkily, and answered, "Just... Give me a minute," he breathed out as he worked through the pain and his arms trembled as he laid back down. Kira followed his lead and spread his arms comfortingly over Setsuna's and selfishly kept them joined, honoring Setsuna's sacrifice to his cock buried deep in his ass.
'He stood there dumbstruck, sword half-unsheathed. She was now kneeling before him, her back turned, her head bent down. 'Come Nanatsuya! So that we can meet again...' she taunted, and he quickly drew the blade and struck.
After a brief time, Kira felt his friend relax, and then he began to thrust slowly.
It hurt… but as Kira's cockhead moved slowly over Setsuna's prostate, driving in against it with each thrust, his hands tightened over Setsuna's wrists and he lifted his body with just his hips, Setsuna concluded that the pain was worth it.
Setsuna's eyes closed, he wasn't dumb to the fact that they were branched out in the shape of a cross on his Sempai's futon.
'This can't atone for my sin... I've only worsened it. God, forsake me. Am I wrong to hope that this feeling isn't deceitful in your eyes?' he prayed quietly and then Kira moved again and,
“Kira-Sempai!" Setsuna screamed, when he couldn't take it anymore.
Kira lost his tightly winded control. The combination of the sound of his name carried from the depths of his young sidekick's throat; and the face that haunted him, ripped with ecstasy for the second time before him, caused his composure to shatter. And only the driving need to possess both the body beneath him and the twin souls trapped inside, controlled his actions. His hands grasped each of Setsuna’s hips and he began humping the boy harder and faster with each stroke. He wasn’t satisfied until the sweat from the boy's body was flying onto his chest. With a cry, he shoved himself and jerked his hips as he emptied himself deep inside of his young lover.
His teeth raked across Setsuna’s shoulder, and he gave one last shudder and closed his lips over Setsuna’s ear. The earrings tasted metallic in his mouth, and he sighed around the warmth. Setsuna's muscles clenched around the alien length even tighter, and then he too exploded, screaming Kira’s name again.
Setsuna collapsed underneath Kira, unconscious, and wits regained; Kira pulled out and collapsed to the side of his spent boy. He carefully drew the younger man into his arms, and cradled the panting body next to his own. Oblivious to the tears tracing down his cheeks, his thoughts mirrored the past...
'I didn't believe that we would meet again Alexiel. But you proved me wrong. I don't understand why it turned out this way... why even after I fulfilled that man's wish, I still felt that way. Why I still feel it now. After so many lives, I experienced it so many times, but I had never killed you myself. Why does it still hurt my heart? Why am I still in such pain? That contract is ended. And yet...
“Arigato Alexiel-sama…” he whispered, and pressed a loving kiss to the tousled blond hair.
Setsuna mumbled something unintelligible, and then his breathing slowed and Kira knew that she still slept.
Kira lay awake for a long time, clutching the precious body to his own. He felt something he had never felt before. It was painful, and it was anger directed towards himself. He had discovered the feeling of guilt. He knew the difference between right and wrong. He understood that this thing was wrong, and this other thing was right. But for the first time, Nanatsuya had done a terrible thing, and he was sorry for it.
He knew that after finding Alexiel again he shouldn’t have used her like this. He knew all that. But he still did it.
Kira heaved a long sigh, and wished that he could reach his shirt. Then he saw the collar near his bed and hooked his leg down to reach it. Setsuna mumbled a protest and Kira rasped a kiss to his cheek to calm him and gently released him. He reached underneath his pillow for the lighter he always kept there, careful not to disturb the sleeping man reclined next to him reached for his pack, and brought the flame up to the stick of tobacco once he had it tightly between his lips.
Soon she would awaken. Soon she would die. Again. The wheel of their twined fate was once again set into motion. For the moment, he was content to let her live. He was astonished to realize, he wanted her to live.
Happily.
Whether she was with him, or with the one she loved.
It didn’t matter.
He knew that what he wanted was nonsense. That the heavens would never allow peace to the one whom had betrayed them. But- for the moment. He craved amnesia.
He envied Setsuna.
He envied Alexiel.
He envied the world.
For the moment, he could pretend. He stubbed out the butt on the wall above him and then flicked the end of it away carelessly. He snaked one arm around Setsuna’s waist, and slowly closed his eyes.
'Alexiel… stay sleeping... Stay locked inside this beautiful boy's body and love, and laugh, and live.' He prayed to the only being he knew existed close to his heart.
The last thing Kira was aware of as his eyes closed down and shaded the sight of Setsuna's body, were the red letters of his digital clock changing over to five pm.
The End
Bah it killed the formatting with the c/p but oh well. I'll fix it later too tired to worry about it now.
For the curious: http://muggins.livejournal.com/1285.html Hope you can tell the difference five years gave my writing ability :)
I hope everyone likes the changes. I wanted you to read it first.
Grim lips pursed around a Marlboro full flavor and as Kira Sakuya inhaled he aimed his gaze at his young protege and slipped his hands into his back pocket before leaning against the tree. His folded up glasses bounced lightly against his chest as he rested and exhaled a plume into the boy's earnest face. His tone was quiet but firm as he slurred around the fag, 'Some things are better left alone…'
Mudoh Setsuna splashed cold water onto his face as the words reverberated in his mind. He looked up and stared at his wide and bloodshot eyes in his panicked reflection. His hand curled around the metal of the basin in the bathroom at school and he took a deep breath before shaking the droplets from his blond hair. He straightened and rubbed his hands back through his hair with closed eyes.
He had been sleeping in class again, until Okazaki had poked him in the back with a very sharp pencil. He had awakened with an accusing yelp and an embarrassment between his legs. Quickly he had raised his hand for the bathroom pass and rushed out holding onto himself.
He ran his hands through the mess, trying to figure out some sort of order. Then turned the faucet back on to full blast.
'Why can’t these feelings just disappear…?' Lingered and he tried to kill the thought instinctively. His heart knew whom it wanted. Setsuna stepped back aghast and realized that he had filled the sink. He quickly reached to turn off the faucet and turned in time to see a student walk into the boys' room. Setsuna desperately needed to save his reputation and he grabbed his groin and made a rude gesture and adopted one of his Sempai's more cockier waves while he left. His lips curved at the disgusted look that had appeared on his test subject and he went to find Kira.
Regretfully, he needed his books and the notebook to return for the scam he fixed the books on for Kira. Setsuna returned to the classroom, and the teacher merely glanced his way as he settled back at his desk. He opened his textbook and found a single folded sheet of pink stationary. 'What in the hell-?' he thought, as he unfolded the paper to reveal the feminine scrawl he loved and knew so well.
Aniki,
Mother doesn’t want us to have our visits anymore. But, I wanted you to know that I still do. Can we meet in secret? Meet me at our park at 5? I’ll be waiting.
Sara
He gulped as he refolded the little note. He was always careful to keep to the original creases. Sometimes she would origami the letters she wrote and he would carry it around in his pocket and wait to read it at a private time. Then he would sit at his desk and carefully smooth out the extra creases it would accumulate before struggling on the difficult task in copying her childish folds with care and precision. He could just imagine the frustration on her face as she looked from the propped open book to the crumpled mess she had made.
He took a breath, Sara- so sweet, and so... innocent.
Setsuna couldn’t meet her. He couldn’t let her see what she did to him- what he wanted to do to her. It was wrong.
He closed his eyes and folded his hands over his books and then swept up the pile and ignored his teacher's warning shout when he slid open the door and exited the classroom.
'I am condemned to hell…' Setsuna looked up and squinted at the shining lights of the hallway. 'God, have no mercy for me.'
He took the stairs two at a time, leaping to the landing and reached into the cubby, shoving his books into his satchel and slung it over his shoulder. Forgetting to change his shoes, he ran out the doors.
'Save my sweet and innocent little sister from my ravaging demon-lust…'
He ran across the courtyard until he came to the edge of the school. There he spotted a familiar shape and he walked closer at a tempered pace,“Sempai!” He shouted aloud and finished the prayer. 'Save Sara.'
Kira raised his head in Setsuna’s direction and held up a hand as a wave. He looked to either side of him and jerked his thumb at the guys crowded around him. He settled his shoulders back against the fence and lolled his head towards the creeping boy.
“You shouldn’t be skipping classes Setsuna.”
Setsuna stopped and scowled at Kira. “You are,” he stated belligerently.
“I am,” Kira's lips spread slightly and he inclined his head forward exhaling a drag of the cigarette he had been consuming for the past two minutes. “Care for one?” he asked face smoothed of emotion and hand extended with the open pack.
Setsuna's eyes were fiercely determined as he accepted the offer. “Sure,” Kira raised an eyebrow and reached into his school uniform pocket for an expensive zippo.
Setsuna's teeth clamped down on the filter and Kira chuckled as he reached a hand forward and pulled at it while his eyes urged Setsuna to open his mouth.
“You suck on it. Don't chew on it like a puppy, Setsuna-kun,” he admonished as he demonstrated by tapping the zippo against his pants and lit the cigarette before placing it back between Setsuna's lips.
Setsuna closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, trusting completely. He started coughing almost immediately and the smoke dropped from his mouth to burn between them in the thick grass. His hands reached forward and anchored on the fabric of Kira's school uniform. Setsuna drew his head forward and he leaned his head against Kira's chest, remembering to be courteous enough not to cough directly in his Sempai's face.
“Che, don’t tell me you’ve never had a cigarette before Setsuna,” Kira chuckled softly, and held his hand possessively over Setsuna's neck, drawing his other arm around to tap his hand down on the coughing boy's back rhythmically.
Setsuna braced himself and took a deep breath and muffled out with indignation, “Of course I have! But I don’t like them,” he defended.
Kira nodded as if he understood and then deliberately dropped his lips down on the top of Setsuna's brow and shoved him away.
Setsuna wasn't sure how to react to the bizarre treatment and he stumbled to a pause and blinked at Kira. “Uh- Sempai?”
Kira fortified himself with a deep exhale and opened one eye and slanted his gaze at Setsuna. The boy's expression caused him to open the other eye. “Yeah?”
“Um, I…” Setsuna felt his cheeks redden as he tried to voice the forbidden thought.
'If I tell… it won't be a secret anymore...'
His eyes fought Kira's gaze. “I can’t-” His posture straightened and he got caught with a direct stare. “I can't lie about this anymore.” Then he paused dramatically and blurted out in a near shout, “I LOVE SARA!”
Kira arched a brow, and then nodded. “Aa, me too.”
“Sempai…” Setsuna gritted out between clenched teeth and his fists tightened reflexively against his legs.
Kira took a drag, “What do you want me to do about it Setsuna?” He cut.
“I- I don’t want you to make fun,” he answered glumly before staring down at his feet. He noticed that he had not changed from the white school issue and he'd ruined these with grass-stains and cigarette ash.
Kira stared at Setsuna's bent head and his heart froze. He had seen that face before. The hopeless, desolate expression that always signified the near end of his bright angel's life. Kira couldn’t stand that face.
“Setsuna.”
“What?” he muttered contemplating explaining to his dad's wife about the cost of new school sandals.
Kira reached out an arm and his hand cupped his protege's chin and raised it to his face.
“If you love this woman, then don’t be afraid to. The only thing that can hold you back from your love is yourself, and your conflicting feelings.”
Setsuna’s jaw dropped and his own arm cut against Kira's and he stumbled back a step after releasing himself. “But! Sara’s my younger sister! She can't be my lover too!”
Kira raised a calm brow, and then that smile edged its way across his lips. “Why not?”
His role model's nonchalant attitude on this distressing subject was the last straw to his already frazzled nerves. “Sempai?! How the hell can you say something like- like that!?”
Kira paused to exhale a long drag before answering, “If you have these feelings Setsuna, then act on them. Otherwise don’t whine about it. It’s cowardly, and repulsive.” He said with a grimace at the cruelty of his own advice.
Setsuna gripped an edge of the fence, fingers tightened in the chain-link and turned to stare at Kira with shock. “Do-don’t you understand? Sara is my sister; we share the same blood. Don’t you see that it’s a mortal sin to lust after one’s sister?!” He finished with an exasperated breath shaking the fence with every breath. “God,” he sighed softly and leaned his face against the rough structure.
Kira's eyes flashed with anger and he threw away the cigarette. “Don’t mention God,” He shoved his hands into his pockets and turned to direct his stare at Setsuna. “Your love has nothing to do with Him, Setsuna. If you love her- then love her. Don’t be afraid of your own feelings. You are less than a man if you can’t accept that,” he stepped forward and crushed the still burning end of the cigarette and then kept going after he said his piece.
Dazed, Setsuna watched as Kira calmly walked across the courtyard, out of the school gates. His Sempai’s words echoed over and over through his head. He tried to make sense of them, but years of ethics, and knowledge throughout his young life wouldn't allow recognition.
He couldn’t do anything.
Tears began to trace their way down his dry cheeks, and blindly he reached down for his forgotten satchel and stumbled out of the gate and ran after Kira.
“Sempai!” he shouted. Kira half-turned and paused in his steps, waiting calmly. Setsuna ran to him at full force and gripped him by the arm as he yelled, “How can you say something like that? How could you mock me like that! Make me feel hope- make me…”
“Enough,” Kira commanded, and grabbed Setsuna under the elbow and began dragging him down the street. He pulled him down to a train station and settled him down on the train. He folded his body to fit on the tiny area in the rear of the train, and then waited expectantly for Setsuna to do the same. The younger youth endured all this with no protest, too shocked to put up any resistance.
“Stop crying,” He hissed. “You look and sound like a woman.” That same face, Kira couldn't bear to see that expression ever again. How many times must she be punished... Kira didn't realize until then, that he no longer wanted to suffer beside her. He kept his face neutral, as his heart digested this disturbing information.
Setsuna’s eyes burned with anger, and then as always, he did exactly as Kira commanded. Abruptly, the tears stopped. “I hate you,” he vowed.
Kira turned away from Setsuna, and smirked to himself. He nodded as if he agreed with the boy to pacify him, and then calmly glanced out the window at the blurred scenery of the speeding train. No more words were spoken between the two. When the train stopped at the designated spot, Kira exited, and listened as Setsuna reluctantly trudged along behind him.
“I can’t go home tonight Sempai,” Setsuna mumbled, utterly depressed.
“Then stay with me.”
“Your Father won’t mind?”
That smile. “Father is out of town on business. He won’t even know Setsuna.”
“Okay.” A soft smile fluttered and went. “Thanks,” Kira nodded again, and they continued up the street. Kira with his hands buried deep in his pockets, Setsuna clutching his school satchel, deep in thought.
When they reached the expensive apartment building, Kira ducked into the doorway and Setsuna nearly tripped as he scrambled after him. They rode up the elevator in silence, and every now and then Setsuna would stop to look at Kira. Kira pretended not to notice, and kept his gaze upwards, watching the digital numbers increase. Finally the elevator stopped, and they exited, the steel doors closing with a hush behind them.
“Sempai?” Setsuna asked once they were inside the spacious apartment.
Kira paused on his way to the refrigerator. “Yeah?”
“Can I have some water?”
“Nope. All I have is beer,” Setsuna blanched, and then pointed behind Kira to the faucet. “Ah, well if you want tap-” He shrugged and then popped the top on his can. He took a long throaty swallow and sighed in satisfaction. Determinedly, Setsuna filled the glass he had found next to the sink to the brim. He also drank a large gulp and winced.
“Was this cup clean?”
“Doubt it.”
“Thought so,” he quickly dumped the rest of the water, and then rinsed the glass. He waited and as expected, Kira opened the fridge and tossed him a beverage.
“You’re underage kid,” he added with a grin.
“So are you,” Setsuna huffed back. His reply was a smile, and then the older youth turned his back and walked back into the main room. “Sempai?” Setsuna followed and stood across from Kira at the bridge of the counter.
Kira chugged down another swallow, and then crushed the can in his hand before turning to the wide-eyed younger man.
“What is it?” he asked, affecting a cool pose and propping an arm against the doorjamb.
“Um, about what you said-”
Kira shrugged, “It’s true. If you love her, embrace that love. Who cares what anyone else will say.”
“Bu-”
Kira stopped Setsuna from speaking with a fierce tone. “No. There are no buts. If you really love her Setsuna, stop making these excuses. Take this chance while you still have it.” Kira’s dark gaze stared hard with entreaty at the younger boy. Setsuna found he couldn’t look away.
Something in Kira's eyes called out to Setsuna, and before he had a chance to think about anything he blurted out, “Kira-Sempai? Are you speaking from experience?”
Kira choked out a sardonic laugh. His thoughts flew back through time, as he stared at that same face. Each moment that ticked by brought another image of Alexiel’s past incarnations. Each of those faces then, superimposed over Setsuna’s searching young face. Kira vaguely wondered what Setsuna’s fate would be in this lifetime.
Last time… no better not to think of all that now. Finally, he answered, “No,” he heaved a sigh and tried to be honest, “I don’t feel love Setsuna.”
Setsuna's eyes hardened and then softened all at once and he said softly, “Aa. Sorry. I didn’t mean- to- well, I just- I’m confused," Setsuna turned away to look down at his shoes, but not before Kira caught the tear leaking from the corner of his eye.
'Tell her I love her! With my lips, my body, my heart... please comfort her!' (1) Kira's heart raced as he remembered the dying man's desperate plea.
He was forced to comply, and robot-like he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.
'Why did I just realize... You're the one... I've always been waiting for! Have you been looking for me...always? We... have finally met...' (1) she said cupping his head in her hands and gazing deep into his expressionless eyes.
Kira crossed the barrier of the few feet between them, “What is it you want Setsuna? Want me to hold you?" he spat, shaking the boy's shoulders. Stunned Setsuna just stared, "No? Then just to fuck you?”
Setsuna’s eyes widened and he began sputtering protests. But Kira ignored it, and clamped the younger man’s chin with one strong hand and spread his open lips over Setsuna's.
At first he tried to pull away, and his hands pushed against the taller man's broad shoulders. Kira released the boy's chin, and clasped both of his struggling arms to either side of the wall by holding his fingers over the thrumming pulses on Setsuna's wrists.
Setsuna struggled, but Kira tightened his grasp, parted his captured prizes's legs with his knee, and flattened him against the wall. His tongue probed against the closed barrier of Setsuna's lips, and pushed insistently. Setsuna tried to turn his head, and received a painful warning nip on his lower lip for his noncompliance. He yelped and Kira used this convenience to delve inside with no hesitation.
The first feel of slimy wetness touching his tongue made Setsuna instinctively moan, and Kira smiled against his lips. He was pleased with his captive's first acquiescence. He loosened his contact slowly, but still kept Setsuna pinned to the wall with his torso's weight.
Dazed, the younger boy closed his eyes, and leaned his head back.
'A warm feeling… I didn't have to think, he won't allow it. I could give this to him, and I could take this feeling and smother my true desires.'
“Sempai?” the blond murmured between breaths.
'This wasn't right either. God hath forsaken me...'
He whimpered.
'Forever...'
That infuriating smile. “Yeah?”
Setsuna's honeyed gaze stared deep into Kira's amber-flecked orbs above him, his fists clenched and unclenched next to his body. Kira could not mistake the tension in his boy's muscles as he struggled to relax.
“Help me forget.”
Kira's eyes searched Setsuna's suddenly determined expression for any hint of untruth, or fear. No matter how much he suddenly wanted this, he knew that the moment would be forever tainted if it was saturated with Setsuna's fear. Setsuna's jaw slackened from it's tight expression, and still his eyes allowed permission. Satisfied for the moment, Kira affected his usual attitude and shrugged his shoulders.
“Sure?” He murmured to give him one more chance to back-out.
Setsuna only nodded, unable to voice his request again.
Kira understood, and traced his thumb over Setsuna’s slightly bruised lower lip. He lowered his mouth again, and caressed that tender spot with his lips. Kira's hands settled on Setsuna's hips and he didn't break the contact with their mouths as he deepened the touch into a brilliant kiss and led the way down the hall, slowly manipulating Setsuna backwards, never breaking contact with his lips.
Setsuna exhaled a sound and broke away as his hip slammed painfully into the doorknob. Impatiently, Kira pushed him to the side, but his hands caught around one wrist and didn't allow a fall as he fumbled with the brass knob quickly.
Kira curled Setsuna into his hold again, this time moving his front up against the younger man's back. They had stood like this before, but this time Kira's erection made no mistake of his intentions and Setsuna drew in a deep breath as they both stared at the futon and Kira's hands relaxed loosely over Setsuna's collar and his head bent to kiss at his neck as he started to undo the buttons on Setsuna's school jacket.
Setsuna started to enjoy it and then he was none-too-gently pushed through the doorway, and Kira followed after folding the jacket he had wrenched off and dropped it on the floor before he kicked the door closed behind them.
Setsuna's eyes were gripped by the violence in Kira's and he tripped backwards and fell with a thump on the double sized futon. “Sem-Sempai-“
“Shh. No talking for now, Setsuna.” Kira firmly coerced, and leaned against the door to compose himself.
He lowered his fair head, and nodded twice. Then attempted to arrange himself comfortably on the futon. Kira tilted his head and watched amused as Setsuna fluffed a pillow, and tried to figure out the least vulnerable position he could lay in on his male Sempai's bed.
Kira turned to hide a smile, guessing exactly what his boy was struggling with, and began unbuttoning his shirt. When he turned, the shirt was all the way undone, and gaping open.
“What happened Sempai!?” Setsuna demanded. Distracted from his own nervousness he rose to a seated position and stared with horror at the frightening scar that stretched across Kira’s chest.
Kira seldom thought about his mark. It had been a part of him for so long that whenever he inadvertantly drew attention to it, he had trouble understanding why anyone would be so shocked. With each body he had possessed, the battle-scar had been transferred. Nothing proved his loyalty to her more than anything else. But right now he had more pressing matters to attend to, than to pay attention to his fleeting thoughts.
He pushed down his surge of annoyance and murmered, “Just a scratch. Lay down Setsuna.”
“That’s not a scratch-" he tried to protest, but Kira repeated it with a harsh command and Setsuna found himself shocked into compliance and he slowly lowered himself back onto the pillows.
“Good,” Kira smiled. He bent to kneel down next to Setsuna and then carefully, reached out with both hands and began unbuttoning the smaller youth's shirt. As each button popped free, Setsuna gulped, and strove to make eye contact with his Sempai.
When the last button loosened, he jumped as Kira’s hands smoothed over his bare chest and stroked up to his shoulders to push the material off. They were very gentle. Before this moment, gentle, was not a term he would use to describe his Sempai if he were asked. He wasn't too shocked by the violence, he had watched this man for a long time after all...
After discarding the white barrier, Kira’s fingers returned to Setsuna's lean chest, and lightly danced over the exposed skin. With a little quirk of the lips, he pinched a nipple between his fingers and tugged upward. Setsuna hissed, and rose his hips off of the bed.
Kira hushed him with a light kiss and before Setsuna could form another sound, Kira’s mouth replaced his fingers. His mouth wasn’t as gentle as his fingers, and he teased Setsuna’s flesh with nicks and scrapes of his long hot tongue. He traced his tongue all the way up his collarbone until he reached his ear, where he sucked the entire lobe with the three piercings all the way into his mouth. Setsuna’s eyes closed and he released a delicious moan.
“Sempai…” Kira’s tongue danced around each of the three earrings he himself had pierced and with each probe, his boy arched and bit back a sound.
Kira wasn't satisfied. He wanted to break Setsuna's fragile composure. Seeking this, he caught two of the dangling rings between his teeth and tugged hard.
"Ah!"
He continued to alternately pull on the earrings with his teeth, and then lick away the hurt he had inflicted, until Setsuna could barely breathe without letting out a strangled sound. When he had finished with his ear, he kissed a path to Setsuna’s mouth again, and used his bodyweight to turn Setsuna back towards him as he had arched in the opposite direction from the pain.
Kira’s groin was strategically placed right over Setsuna’s stomach, and Setsuna gulped when he realized the evidence of his Sempai's desire. Setsuna couldn’t deny that his own flesh had hardened and swelled to full size.
Setsuna adopted one of Kira's smirks and that indicated to Kira that he had been allowed to acknowledge he had also noticed. Kira shifted to the side, and freed one hand from Setsuna’s chest to reach down and squeeze his sex. His fair boy bucked beneath his touch, and tried to evade his hand. But Kira wouldn’t allow him his escape, and instead only tightened his hold, and pressed his tongue harder into Setsuna’s mouth to silence any screams his ears refused to listen to.
'Am I to be forgiven...?' Setsuna asked in prayer as he raised an arm from the bed and lifted his hand to hook onto the belt on Kira's hip.
He sensed Setsuna's acceptance and Kira’s hand stopped it's petting, and fumbled upward to open Setsuna's belt.
Setsuna dutifully lifted his hips, as Kira slid down his shorts along with his pants. Setsuna was now completely naked except for his shirt, which had tangled around his elbows, and bunched up to the middle of his back. Kira's tongue left his mouth and his lips pulled away with a sucking sound as he drew back to examine the fruits of his labor.
Lazily, he stroked her bared hip, eyes wide and staring at the softly sleeping face beside him. The stained futon was strewn with his hastily shed clothing, and her kimono was loosely still attached beneath her. Slowly, he rose to his hands and knees and examined her peaceful features.
'Soon, the men after her are closing in. If she gets caught again, then she'll have another horrible death. The Wheel of fortune from God will never stop turning!' With this realization, he rose and bent to retrieve his forgotten weapon...
"...ra-sempai?"
Blinking, Kira focused his gaze on the now wildly blushing boy beneath him. He chuckled at Setsuna's reddened cheeks and then leaned forward to press an insistent kiss against his lips. Kira's hands stroked along Setsuna's sides and he began kissing his way down his boy's lean body.
The blond strained and fought to keep himself from twisting around at the conflicting sensations of another person's hands stroking his body. Kira's mouth sucked on the flesh beneath his neck and Setsuna let out his held breath in a moan as Kira licked his way over the collarbones and to the middle of his boy's chest.
Setsuna yelped as Kira's tongue licked a long line straight down to the boy's navel, then he lifted his head and looked up at Setsuna.
"Setsuna," Kira's tone commanded. Setsuna groaned, and raised his head to meet Kira's eyes. "Watch me," he instructed with a mischievous grin. Enclosed within the spell of Kira's demand, Setsuna couldn't even nod as he realized his Sempai's intent. Kira's mouth opened and without warning, his tongue began the assault on Setsuna's sex.
He had to clasp his bedmate's hips between both of his strong hands to keep from choking himself as Setsuna bucked and simultaneously shrieked. It was the best feeling Setsuna had ever felt.
Kira slowly swallowed the slender length, then sucked in. He concentrated on driving the writhing body sprawled before him insane.
Kira's lips pulled back, and started a slow rhythmic suction, moving down the length and pausing to lave his tongue over the pearly drops of fluid leaking from the tip of Setsuna's tortured cock. He waited until he sensed that Setsuna was near release, then he placed one last teasing kiss on the tip, and swallowed the entire length once more.
"Sem...pai...!" Setsuna shouted as he slammed upwards despite the restraint on his hips, and finally pulsed his seed down the back of Kira's throat.
He swallowed around the softening length and arched his back as he pulled his body up the futon. He sat next to the panting younger man, and waited patiently for his boy to return to reality.
Staring at the beautiful sleeping form before him, he memorized the cherished pleasant expression on her face. Someday... he hoped to see it again.
Setsuna's eyes blinked open, and a true smile spread across his reddened lips.
'Then I would rather...without any pain, with my own hands... severe the wheel--' Then, as he began to expertly draw the sword from its sheath; she stirred, and her soft lips muttered, 'You're really a sweet man. Kill me.'
Setsuna frowned up at Kira's blank expression, and reached up a hand to cup his Sempai's cheek. The touch had the desired effect, and Kira's eyes jumped into focus and Setsuna watched as the expression changed from shock, to relief, and then to gratitude?
Kira turned his head to lay a soft kiss on the trembling palm. Setsuna smiled and wrapped his other hand behind Kira's neck and tugged him down next to him slowly. Kira was bent into a not too terribly comfortable position, but allowed him to have this moment. Both to calm the boy, and to allow himself the time to compose his thoughts. Setsuna tentatively pressed his lips to Kira's swollen mouth. Kira didn't seek to deepen the kiss, and Setsuna was content to keep it innocent.
A short while later, the blond released his hand from Kira's neck, and blushing wildly confessed, "I don't really know what to do. You have to help me Sempai," he blurted.
Kira fought the urge to smile. He knew what a challenge that was for Setsuna to confess, even though it was damn obvious already. “Just do what you think you would like. I’m sure that I’ll enjoy it Setsuna.” He assured, and shifted himself to sit comfortably on his heels.
Setsuna rose with him, and reached out a curious hand. He touched his shoulders first, and quickly looked up. After receiving the approving nod he was searching for, it encouraged him to explore the muscles down Kira's arms. He traced his arms back up, and then gathering his courage, stared at the scar. He traced a finger over the scarred flesh and whispered, “Did it hurt very much Senpai?”
“Yes," Kira's voice was strangled in his throat. The amount of trust and tenderness this normally belligerent boy was showing, pleased him very much. The combination of Setsuna's earnest appreciation, and adorable curiosity, warred with the knowledge of the fact that he was Alexiel. This, struggle between the angel, and his boy kept him motionless. And he stopped breathing as he anticipated Setsuna’s next move. His boy bent his sandy head and licked a new wound over the top of it.
Setsuna pressed his lips to the muscled curve of Kira's chest, and sighed softly. His Sempai's steady heartbeat soothed his nerves. And he shifted an arm around Kira's waist to almost lean against his Sempai as he crawled more carelessly into his arms and stayed that way until his own heartbeat was synchronized with his Sempai's and all he could smell was the lingering scent of Kira's shaving cream at his throat.
His hand reached down and he tried to begin to undo Kira's belt, but was stopped when the older man's hand shot out and arrested this movement.
Setsuna tilted his head to look up at Kira with puzzled intent, "Um, don't you want me..."
Kira shook his head, and his lips quirked upwards. "I have a better idea. Lay back down Setsuna," he gave his boy a little push, and waited for him to obey. Setsuna twisted a bit to his side, and curled slightly to allow some modesty.
“Don't move,” Kira instructed, and slid off the side of the futon, to roll up to his feet. The amber-flecked eyes blazed with appreciation, and he quickly began to divest himself of his uniform pants. He groaned as his aching length was finally freed from it's tight constriction, and then lifted each leg to carelessly kick them away. Setsuna's eyes widened, and he sucked in a breath as his curiousity got the better of him and he blatantly examined the rest of his Sempai's body.
Kira didn't pause to pose, and walked to the side of the bed, and began searching through the stand next to it. He knocked a few items over, and muttered some curses, then he tossed a bottle over his shoulder, and turned around to kneel on the edge. He was holding a small packet in his hand.
“Lay down on your stomach.” Kira instructed gently. Setsuna gulped, and with only a stifled whimper, did what he was told. He rested his head on his folded arms, and tried to still his nervous trembling.
'Alexiel...'
He quickly applied the necessary protection, then reached for the discarded bottle. "This should be okay... I don't have any jelly left," he muttered as he popped the cap and coated his fingers with the scented oil. “Hold still,” he further instructed, and then carefully his slick fingers began to part his boy's bottom.
Setsuna turned his head to bury his face into the covers as Kira found his hidden hole. Kira gently pushed a slicked digit into the orifice, and pumped slowly until his first knuckle disappeared. Setsuna groaned and tried to shift forward, but Kira stopped him by bracing his hand on Setsuna's lower back.
His Sempai began invading Setsuna in a way he had never imagined he'd ever experience. And as Kira stretched and prepared him, his thoughts were surreally linked to this moment. He couldn't think of anything except the feel of those slender digits, pressing against the walls, and then Kira did something fantastic.
Kira laughed heartily when Setsuna arched up in shock and buried two of Kira's fingers inside of him. Kira stroked his fingers over Setsuna's prostate again, and his boy moaned.
Noticing that the younger teen was once again fully erect, he slicked his own covered erection, and leaned over his young friend.
"Trust me," he pleaded, placing a kiss on Setsuna's turned cheek.
Setsuna nodded, "I do Kira-Sempai," his voice broke with the pain of that last confession.
Tears began to leak from her lovely eyes, and she rose slowly to a sitting position. '...up until now, not a single person ever defied God... for me...'
He carefully entered the boy, and stilled as he met the initial resistance Setsuna's tight muscles produced at the first entry. Determined not to cry out, Setsuna gritted his teeth.
'This is not Alexiel... This boy, Setsuna, does not deserve to feel me do this to him.'
Completely taking Kira by surprise, Setsuna pushed himself backwards, spearing himself on Kira’s shaft. Kira groaned, at the tight enveloping heat around his cock, and gripped the teen's hips hard enough to bruise. A drop of blood fell from Setsuna's clenched lip to land on the sheets and spread a crimson puddle in front of him. He had arched up, holding his arms in front of him to balance the weight.
"Are you alright?" Setsuna blinked and turned a pained expression to meet his Sempai's worried gaze.
He nodded jerkily, and answered, "Just... Give me a minute," he breathed out as he worked through the pain and his arms trembled as he laid back down. Kira followed his lead and spread his arms comfortingly over Setsuna's and selfishly kept them joined, honoring Setsuna's sacrifice to his cock buried deep in his ass.
'He stood there dumbstruck, sword half-unsheathed. She was now kneeling before him, her back turned, her head bent down. 'Come Nanatsuya! So that we can meet again...' she taunted, and he quickly drew the blade and struck.
After a brief time, Kira felt his friend relax, and then he began to thrust slowly.
It hurt… but as Kira's cockhead moved slowly over Setsuna's prostate, driving in against it with each thrust, his hands tightened over Setsuna's wrists and he lifted his body with just his hips, Setsuna concluded that the pain was worth it.
Setsuna's eyes closed, he wasn't dumb to the fact that they were branched out in the shape of a cross on his Sempai's futon.
'This can't atone for my sin... I've only worsened it. God, forsake me. Am I wrong to hope that this feeling isn't deceitful in your eyes?' he prayed quietly and then Kira moved again and,
“Kira-Sempai!" Setsuna screamed, when he couldn't take it anymore.
Kira lost his tightly winded control. The combination of the sound of his name carried from the depths of his young sidekick's throat; and the face that haunted him, ripped with ecstasy for the second time before him, caused his composure to shatter. And only the driving need to possess both the body beneath him and the twin souls trapped inside, controlled his actions. His hands grasped each of Setsuna’s hips and he began humping the boy harder and faster with each stroke. He wasn’t satisfied until the sweat from the boy's body was flying onto his chest. With a cry, he shoved himself and jerked his hips as he emptied himself deep inside of his young lover.
His teeth raked across Setsuna’s shoulder, and he gave one last shudder and closed his lips over Setsuna’s ear. The earrings tasted metallic in his mouth, and he sighed around the warmth. Setsuna's muscles clenched around the alien length even tighter, and then he too exploded, screaming Kira’s name again.
Setsuna collapsed underneath Kira, unconscious, and wits regained; Kira pulled out and collapsed to the side of his spent boy. He carefully drew the younger man into his arms, and cradled the panting body next to his own. Oblivious to the tears tracing down his cheeks, his thoughts mirrored the past...
'I didn't believe that we would meet again Alexiel. But you proved me wrong. I don't understand why it turned out this way... why even after I fulfilled that man's wish, I still felt that way. Why I still feel it now. After so many lives, I experienced it so many times, but I had never killed you myself. Why does it still hurt my heart? Why am I still in such pain? That contract is ended. And yet...
“Arigato Alexiel-sama…” he whispered, and pressed a loving kiss to the tousled blond hair.
Setsuna mumbled something unintelligible, and then his breathing slowed and Kira knew that she still slept.
Kira lay awake for a long time, clutching the precious body to his own. He felt something he had never felt before. It was painful, and it was anger directed towards himself. He had discovered the feeling of guilt. He knew the difference between right and wrong. He understood that this thing was wrong, and this other thing was right. But for the first time, Nanatsuya had done a terrible thing, and he was sorry for it.
He knew that after finding Alexiel again he shouldn’t have used her like this. He knew all that. But he still did it.
Kira heaved a long sigh, and wished that he could reach his shirt. Then he saw the collar near his bed and hooked his leg down to reach it. Setsuna mumbled a protest and Kira rasped a kiss to his cheek to calm him and gently released him. He reached underneath his pillow for the lighter he always kept there, careful not to disturb the sleeping man reclined next to him reached for his pack, and brought the flame up to the stick of tobacco once he had it tightly between his lips.
Soon she would awaken. Soon she would die. Again. The wheel of their twined fate was once again set into motion. For the moment, he was content to let her live. He was astonished to realize, he wanted her to live.
Happily.
Whether she was with him, or with the one she loved.
It didn’t matter.
He knew that what he wanted was nonsense. That the heavens would never allow peace to the one whom had betrayed them. But- for the moment. He craved amnesia.
He envied Setsuna.
He envied Alexiel.
He envied the world.
For the moment, he could pretend. He stubbed out the butt on the wall above him and then flicked the end of it away carelessly. He snaked one arm around Setsuna’s waist, and slowly closed his eyes.
'Alexiel… stay sleeping... Stay locked inside this beautiful boy's body and love, and laugh, and live.' He prayed to the only being he knew existed close to his heart.
The last thing Kira was aware of as his eyes closed down and shaded the sight of Setsuna's body, were the red letters of his digital clock changing over to five pm.
The End
Bah it killed the formatting with the c/p but oh well. I'll fix it later too tired to worry about it now.
For the curious: http://muggins.livejournal.com/1285.html Hope you can tell the difference five years gave my writing ability :)