[closed] ---an arrangement

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WHO: Subaru Sumeragi, Seishirou Sakurazuka
WHAT: They arranged to meet.
WHERE: In a park, secluded. Their usual meeting spot.
WHEN: Almost midnight.

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[minervas_owl]

Seishirou had promised to meet Subaru that night. He had no particular reason, but he could tell that the boy was itching for him. Seishirou was late according to their preset plans as he strolled up to the grove of trees. Subaru was standing beneath a tree, the tree he had innocently dubbed as theirs. His black hair ruffled in the wind, and Seishirou smirked around his cigarette as he watched. The boy looked so fragile in the moonlight. It was part of what Seishirou found so endearing about him.

“Subaru-kun,” he called out to him. He waited a few paces away for him. “I'm sorry to have kept you waiting.” He wasn't and both of them knew it. “I had business to attend to.” He wore the slick and urbane clothes of a man who was not involved with blood, but both he and Subaru knew just what kind of business from which he had come. No kitten had been lost up a tree.

Or perhaps there had been, Seishirou thought as he smirked, and he was just finding it now.

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Subaru heard the call before he sensed the other man approaching. Unconsciously, his muscles tensed and he felt his spine tighten. He was drawn to Seishirou--loved him--but that did not mean that he trusted him or felt safe with him. What kept him coming back... he didn't know. He couldn't have said. Was there a reason?

"Post traumatic stress disorder!" Hokuto had said with disdain in her voice, once. Subaru remembered the shame that had come from that comment.

Surely there was something... something still pure about this. Was there? Could there be?

'He spells like blood.' Subaru's mind answered for him. He winced and shook his head.

"Seishirou-san," he replied. "It's no trouble." He knew Seishirou didn't mean it anyway. He never did. But in the larger scheme he had bigger things to worry about.

[minervas_owl]

Seishirou glided up to Subaru, who looked so cute beneath the cherry tree with the moonlight reflecting off his dark hair. Seishirou smiled, thin-lipped, as he slid an arm around the younger man's waist while pressing his lips against Subaru's neck. They began to walk through the grove while heading no where in particular. They never had anywhere to be. Once they might have, but that time was long passed

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Subaru's breath caught in his throat. His muscles tensed, and finally he struggled to swallow. He wondered if Seishirou still make him turn bright red. He looked up at Seishirou (still so much taller than him, and always would be) and then closed his eyes when the strings of his heart tensed and he realized that he would always be the prey of the Sakurazukamori. Would Seishirou ever kill him? Was he worth killing?

"Seishirou," he murmured. Then they started walking. He tried not to think about where the blood had come from. There would have been a time that he may not have noticed the blood on his collar, or would have written it off as something else. He couldn't do that anymore. He wasn't quite that stupid. "How have you been?" he finished lamely. He could never win an argument with the man. No use in trying.

"I trust," he began dully. "that meeting tonight was not an inconvenience for you?" How could he just act like nothing was amiss? How could he hold idle conversation? How could he love this man, this monster?