fic: Passing In the Dark / S&S
Title: Passing in the Dark
Author: soleil_et_pluie
Pairing: Seishirou/Subaru ; Subaru/Seishirou
Rating: PG
Warnings: kissy business, mild violence.
Complete?: For the moment, yes, unless people want it continued? XD
Disclaimer: dun own 'em.
Summary: A series of vignettes of Seishirou and Subaru's relationships across worlds, first meetings, AU-X. Encounters we’ll see if we want to turn into a story.
Word Count: 1,629
“Where were you?” Subaru sat on the couch, waiting, his eyes down in the dark apartment.
Seishirou hung up his coat and walked swiftly into the kitchen, holding his bloody hands together so there were no drops. However, he turned on the tap all the same, and red blossomed with the water. If Subaru heard the sound and connected the two, Seishirou was unconcerned.
“Out.” Seishirou sauntered into the living room and leaned over Subaru to kiss him. Subaru turned his face away.
“After all this time… you think I can’t sense it?” Subaru looked up at him.
Seishirou smiled charmingly and sat down across on the plush leather sofa. He loosened his tie and stretched his arms out.
Subaru couldn’t seem to stop the words bursting from his lips. “You’re killing people. You haven’t stopped. I can feel it, the air around you is different, something was extinguished, gone out of the world forever-” he cut himself off and blushed. He still wouldn’t meet Seishirou’s eyes. Somehow this suddenly bothered Seishirou.
“Subaru-kun.” He cast the words between them like a command.
Subaru’s eyes darted up and then back down.
“Do I… matter at all?” he choked on the words.
“Of course you matter, Subaru-kun.” The question was ridiculous and Seishirou wasn’t lying about the answer. He had stopped lying to himself about certain things not so long ago, and found significant gains in the endeavor. But certain things hadn’t changed.
He was also getting impatient. It had been a long night.
He stood gracefully and slid to sit next to Subaru, who flinched, then finally met his eyes. There was nothing soft there at all.
Seishirou put his arms around the other man and firmly pulled him against his chest. Subaru stiffened rather violently, but Seishiou merely fell back, bringing Subaru on top of him. He squeezed firmly.
“Whyareyoumurdering,” came the agonized whisper.
“…You are mine,” was Seishirou’s reply. Subaru only buried his assent in Seishirou’s starched white shirt, his hands over the chest, the sides, the arms. Seishirou turned his head and kissed Subaru’s forehead, eyes closing, and he buried his hand in the fine black hair. Tears soaked his shirt.
“You’re too sensitive, Subaru-kun.” Subaru only cried harder. Seishirou looked up and sighed. He took Subaru to bed, and kissed him until the other man stopped crying or couldn’t reply, because Seishirou’s hands were everywhere, cutting off his protests by making him gasp and moan. The sex was rather ordinary.
Seishirou left Subaru falling asleep in bed, and went out to the balcony to smoke, irritated inexplicably.
**
Seishirou returned from the desert, his white cloak dirty and swirling about him as he entered the moonlit city.
He had gone no further than the first arch when suddenly a fast moving shadow was below him, and he stared down into two huge, luminous green eyes.
Time stood still. Seishirou paused, frozen; perhaps, he realized, a bit paralyzed. Those green eyes were entrancing, hypnotizing.
The young man beneath him moved upwards like a snake, fluidly pressing against him. Thumbs pressed insistently into Seishirou’s hipbones. Subaru slipped a leg between Seishirou’s and stepped forward, moving them backward, pressing Seishirou into the cracking wall.
Subaru pressed their lips together.
Seishirou returned it, feeling broken, crazy, but rather disposed to allow it. He closed his eyes and felt himself pouring into the kiss. Gratitude. It was a strange emotion. He would have done this anyway, but the strange young man had initiated.
Their bodies slid together deliciously and Seishirou pressed harder against the soft lips, harder against the other’s chest and hips, feeling drugged.
It was very subtle, very slow. Seishirou hadn’t enjoyed anything like this in quite some time. He almost would have missed it, but he tried not to be monumentally stupid, even if he’d only started studying this area of expertise not too long ago. The young man, who smelled of sandalwood, flowers blooming at night, and something rather metallic, had wound their legs together. One arm gripped Seishirou’s firmly, the other pulled his head forward, buried in silky black hair.
These were signs of something being set up, but it wasn’t until the barest hint of gentle, sharp and forgiving fangs against his neck that he clued in.
Seishirou whirled, tripping their bodies together, and slammed the vampire into the adobe. He dug his nails into the other man’s shoulders, clenching hard, pressing the other into the wall. He looked down into his eyes. There was no fear at all.
The minute pressed forward, excruciating, as they both stared.
Suddenly the young man made of shadow twisted, slithered, and instantly was out of his grip and gone into the night.
Seishirou gazed after into the empty shadows, feeling alone.
**
“Subaru-kun. Stop that,” Seishirou snapped. In response, Subaru yanked his hand out of Seishirou’s grip and staggered backwards. The motion was somehow elegant, but Seishirou thought nearly everything Subaru did was elegant.
“Go to hell, Seishirou-san! You don’t own me!”
“Don’t I?”
Subaru backed up again, fury blazing in his eyes. Seishirou leaned forward, clasping his hands together over his knees. Then he ducked his head down.
“Subaru-kun.” The words were weighty, heavy, but even Seishirou couldn’t have said what he meant by them. Maybe a note of sadness, or disappointment crept into it for Subaru reacted like he’d been slapped.
“You’re impossible!” Subaru’s voice exploded, anguished and furious.
“And you’re a weak, childish brat.” Seishirou spat it out, temper snapping.
It was definitely Subaru: a flower vase shot into the air and zoomed straight across the room, between them, before it smashed into a million pieces directly against the wall. Shards of glass sprinkled everywhere. Subaru looked ready to either direct the next projectile at Seishirou or burst into tears.
The tension in the room was unbearable, but strangely, still moving to the two most sensitive onmyoujis on the planet.
Subaru closed his eyes and breathed. Seishirou took a moment, outside of the present, to appreciate how beautiful Subaru looked. He found, delightedly, day by day, that it was an observation that never got old. Subaru, just breathing, hands at his sides, flushed.
The moments went on. Subaru calmed down. He came over and the anger was brushed aside between the two of them. He lowered himself over Seishirou and they sank into the kiss that followed.
**
When he decided to go traveling worlds in search of Subaru, Seishirou had not really expected to encounter what Yuuko warned about- different versions of the same person. He had certainly not expected this Subaru- perched on top of a building, his elegant black clothes whipping in the wind, his face pinched in an expression Seishirou knew to be muted anguish. He radiated it.
Seishirou had landed on the roof and threw out his hand to balance himself, smirking at the other Subaru, who turned his head slowly.
His eyes grew impossibly wide and the voice that came out was about as painful as nails scraped against rock, all wrong.
“Sei… shi… rou… san?”
“Well, in a manner of speaking. Before we get any further, though, you are Subaru-kun, correct?”
He nodded.
Seishirou smiled winningly. “It’s good to see you again. I’m Seishirou, but from a different world than…” he looked around at the devastation. “-this one, anyway.”
Subaru merely looked tormented. Seishirou strode up and offered both hands to Subaru, who looked at him like a ghost, as if the hands before him would vanish and fail to hold his weight. Seishirou smiled with all his might, and reached down, placing his hands over Subaru’s. Subaru’s were cold, and Seishirou’s were warm.
“Well, tell me about yourself,” and he hauled Subaru up, noting the mismatched eyes. Strange.
“You’re dead.” Came the whisper. Suddenly it clicked. Subaru turned towards the wind from the flooded city and looked back. “You can stay… where I’ve been staying. If you want.” He pulled off black gloves completely sopping in blood and put his fingers to his mouth, looking like a kitten when he glanced back at Seishirou.
And then he turned, hopping off across the broken concrete. Seishirou followed.
IN the morning, Seishirou came around behind Subaru, already up and dressed all in black again. He slid his arms around the slender waist and pressed his lips against Subaru’s neck.
The spell sent Seishirou flying against the back wall of the kitchen, where his head knocked hard into the wall, then he slid down and realized he couldn’t move. The curse ofuda stuck to his chest blinked up at him, its swirling scripts and kanji bold, like a sumi-e painter gone mad with his brushstrokes, over the eye, across the surface of the paper. He couldn’t move a muscle. He could barely breathe.
He was also fairly certain that as this pale and dead Subaru turned right back to making breakfast there was a faint smirk on his lips.
Seishirou concentrated, willing his chest to rise and fall. It took effort. If he wasn’t strong, he would have started suffocating. Minutes passed and Subaru continued puttering with kitchen items. Finally he turned back and flicked his hand. Seishirou could breathe normally, though the rest of his body was stubbornly frozen.
“No more of that.” Subaru bent down and his dead eyes found Seishirou’s.
“I think... I am… broken enough, don’t you?” the words were slow and carefully measured. Strangely very strong.
Seishirou was torn. The entire thing was amusing, but not for any reasons Subaru would appreciate. He had always enjoyed seeing strength, and this broken Subaru had it. It was adorable, also dangerous. It sent a thrill of delicious… joy? Through him. It was delightful. But it was only the strength that came from an utter loss of hope.
**Heyo. Worth continuing? XD I hope it was clear which Seishirou & Subarus were which. Any questions, just ask. x-posted leik whoa.
Concrit is my favourite ever! You know you want to!
Author: soleil_et_pluie
Pairing: Seishirou/Subaru ; Subaru/Seishirou
Rating: PG
Warnings: kissy business, mild violence.
Complete?: For the moment, yes, unless people want it continued? XD
Disclaimer: dun own 'em.
Summary: A series of vignettes of Seishirou and Subaru's relationships across worlds, first meetings, AU-X. Encounters we’ll see if we want to turn into a story.
Word Count: 1,629
“Where were you?” Subaru sat on the couch, waiting, his eyes down in the dark apartment.
Seishirou hung up his coat and walked swiftly into the kitchen, holding his bloody hands together so there were no drops. However, he turned on the tap all the same, and red blossomed with the water. If Subaru heard the sound and connected the two, Seishirou was unconcerned.
“Out.” Seishirou sauntered into the living room and leaned over Subaru to kiss him. Subaru turned his face away.
“After all this time… you think I can’t sense it?” Subaru looked up at him.
Seishirou smiled charmingly and sat down across on the plush leather sofa. He loosened his tie and stretched his arms out.
Subaru couldn’t seem to stop the words bursting from his lips. “You’re killing people. You haven’t stopped. I can feel it, the air around you is different, something was extinguished, gone out of the world forever-” he cut himself off and blushed. He still wouldn’t meet Seishirou’s eyes. Somehow this suddenly bothered Seishirou.
“Subaru-kun.” He cast the words between them like a command.
Subaru’s eyes darted up and then back down.
“Do I… matter at all?” he choked on the words.
“Of course you matter, Subaru-kun.” The question was ridiculous and Seishirou wasn’t lying about the answer. He had stopped lying to himself about certain things not so long ago, and found significant gains in the endeavor. But certain things hadn’t changed.
He was also getting impatient. It had been a long night.
He stood gracefully and slid to sit next to Subaru, who flinched, then finally met his eyes. There was nothing soft there at all.
Seishirou put his arms around the other man and firmly pulled him against his chest. Subaru stiffened rather violently, but Seishiou merely fell back, bringing Subaru on top of him. He squeezed firmly.
“Whyareyoumurdering,” came the agonized whisper.
“…You are mine,” was Seishirou’s reply. Subaru only buried his assent in Seishirou’s starched white shirt, his hands over the chest, the sides, the arms. Seishirou turned his head and kissed Subaru’s forehead, eyes closing, and he buried his hand in the fine black hair. Tears soaked his shirt.
“You’re too sensitive, Subaru-kun.” Subaru only cried harder. Seishirou looked up and sighed. He took Subaru to bed, and kissed him until the other man stopped crying or couldn’t reply, because Seishirou’s hands were everywhere, cutting off his protests by making him gasp and moan. The sex was rather ordinary.
Seishirou left Subaru falling asleep in bed, and went out to the balcony to smoke, irritated inexplicably.
**
Seishirou returned from the desert, his white cloak dirty and swirling about him as he entered the moonlit city.
He had gone no further than the first arch when suddenly a fast moving shadow was below him, and he stared down into two huge, luminous green eyes.
Time stood still. Seishirou paused, frozen; perhaps, he realized, a bit paralyzed. Those green eyes were entrancing, hypnotizing.
The young man beneath him moved upwards like a snake, fluidly pressing against him. Thumbs pressed insistently into Seishirou’s hipbones. Subaru slipped a leg between Seishirou’s and stepped forward, moving them backward, pressing Seishirou into the cracking wall.
Subaru pressed their lips together.
Seishirou returned it, feeling broken, crazy, but rather disposed to allow it. He closed his eyes and felt himself pouring into the kiss. Gratitude. It was a strange emotion. He would have done this anyway, but the strange young man had initiated.
Their bodies slid together deliciously and Seishirou pressed harder against the soft lips, harder against the other’s chest and hips, feeling drugged.
It was very subtle, very slow. Seishirou hadn’t enjoyed anything like this in quite some time. He almost would have missed it, but he tried not to be monumentally stupid, even if he’d only started studying this area of expertise not too long ago. The young man, who smelled of sandalwood, flowers blooming at night, and something rather metallic, had wound their legs together. One arm gripped Seishirou’s firmly, the other pulled his head forward, buried in silky black hair.
These were signs of something being set up, but it wasn’t until the barest hint of gentle, sharp and forgiving fangs against his neck that he clued in.
Seishirou whirled, tripping their bodies together, and slammed the vampire into the adobe. He dug his nails into the other man’s shoulders, clenching hard, pressing the other into the wall. He looked down into his eyes. There was no fear at all.
The minute pressed forward, excruciating, as they both stared.
Suddenly the young man made of shadow twisted, slithered, and instantly was out of his grip and gone into the night.
Seishirou gazed after into the empty shadows, feeling alone.
**
“Subaru-kun. Stop that,” Seishirou snapped. In response, Subaru yanked his hand out of Seishirou’s grip and staggered backwards. The motion was somehow elegant, but Seishirou thought nearly everything Subaru did was elegant.
“Go to hell, Seishirou-san! You don’t own me!”
“Don’t I?”
Subaru backed up again, fury blazing in his eyes. Seishirou leaned forward, clasping his hands together over his knees. Then he ducked his head down.
“Subaru-kun.” The words were weighty, heavy, but even Seishirou couldn’t have said what he meant by them. Maybe a note of sadness, or disappointment crept into it for Subaru reacted like he’d been slapped.
“You’re impossible!” Subaru’s voice exploded, anguished and furious.
“And you’re a weak, childish brat.” Seishirou spat it out, temper snapping.
It was definitely Subaru: a flower vase shot into the air and zoomed straight across the room, between them, before it smashed into a million pieces directly against the wall. Shards of glass sprinkled everywhere. Subaru looked ready to either direct the next projectile at Seishirou or burst into tears.
The tension in the room was unbearable, but strangely, still moving to the two most sensitive onmyoujis on the planet.
Subaru closed his eyes and breathed. Seishirou took a moment, outside of the present, to appreciate how beautiful Subaru looked. He found, delightedly, day by day, that it was an observation that never got old. Subaru, just breathing, hands at his sides, flushed.
The moments went on. Subaru calmed down. He came over and the anger was brushed aside between the two of them. He lowered himself over Seishirou and they sank into the kiss that followed.
**
When he decided to go traveling worlds in search of Subaru, Seishirou had not really expected to encounter what Yuuko warned about- different versions of the same person. He had certainly not expected this Subaru- perched on top of a building, his elegant black clothes whipping in the wind, his face pinched in an expression Seishirou knew to be muted anguish. He radiated it.
Seishirou had landed on the roof and threw out his hand to balance himself, smirking at the other Subaru, who turned his head slowly.
His eyes grew impossibly wide and the voice that came out was about as painful as nails scraped against rock, all wrong.
“Sei… shi… rou… san?”
“Well, in a manner of speaking. Before we get any further, though, you are Subaru-kun, correct?”
He nodded.
Seishirou smiled winningly. “It’s good to see you again. I’m Seishirou, but from a different world than…” he looked around at the devastation. “-this one, anyway.”
Subaru merely looked tormented. Seishirou strode up and offered both hands to Subaru, who looked at him like a ghost, as if the hands before him would vanish and fail to hold his weight. Seishirou smiled with all his might, and reached down, placing his hands over Subaru’s. Subaru’s were cold, and Seishirou’s were warm.
“Well, tell me about yourself,” and he hauled Subaru up, noting the mismatched eyes. Strange.
“You’re dead.” Came the whisper. Suddenly it clicked. Subaru turned towards the wind from the flooded city and looked back. “You can stay… where I’ve been staying. If you want.” He pulled off black gloves completely sopping in blood and put his fingers to his mouth, looking like a kitten when he glanced back at Seishirou.
And then he turned, hopping off across the broken concrete. Seishirou followed.
IN the morning, Seishirou came around behind Subaru, already up and dressed all in black again. He slid his arms around the slender waist and pressed his lips against Subaru’s neck.
The spell sent Seishirou flying against the back wall of the kitchen, where his head knocked hard into the wall, then he slid down and realized he couldn’t move. The curse ofuda stuck to his chest blinked up at him, its swirling scripts and kanji bold, like a sumi-e painter gone mad with his brushstrokes, over the eye, across the surface of the paper. He couldn’t move a muscle. He could barely breathe.
He was also fairly certain that as this pale and dead Subaru turned right back to making breakfast there was a faint smirk on his lips.
Seishirou concentrated, willing his chest to rise and fall. It took effort. If he wasn’t strong, he would have started suffocating. Minutes passed and Subaru continued puttering with kitchen items. Finally he turned back and flicked his hand. Seishirou could breathe normally, though the rest of his body was stubbornly frozen.
“No more of that.” Subaru bent down and his dead eyes found Seishirou’s.
“I think... I am… broken enough, don’t you?” the words were slow and carefully measured. Strangely very strong.
Seishirou was torn. The entire thing was amusing, but not for any reasons Subaru would appreciate. He had always enjoyed seeing strength, and this broken Subaru had it. It was adorable, also dangerous. It sent a thrill of delicious… joy? Through him. It was delightful. But it was only the strength that came from an utter loss of hope.
**Heyo. Worth continuing? XD I hope it was clear which Seishirou & Subarus were which. Any questions, just ask. x-posted leik whoa.
Concrit is my favourite ever! You know you want to!