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On the wings of the night, as the daytime is stirring

Jan 01, 2010 22:41

Day: 26
Characters: Subaru Sumeragi [notafuckingcar] and Fuuma Monou [only_your_god]
Summary: Subaru gets ready for Fuuma. And, er, the ball, I guess.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Evening
Status: closed, incomplete

( Where the speechless unite in a silent accord. )

† fuuma monou, † subaru sumeragi

Comments 4

only_your_god February 21 2009, 08:24:55 UTC

Walking easily through the halls, chin held high, Fuuma made his way to Subaru's room. He wasn't worried about the other man being ready for him, as he was holding the outfit he'd chosen for him to wear this evening.

He could still remember the boy he'd taken to the ball previous to this one, still remembered seeing Subaru there with Seishirou-san, and couldn't help the strange sense of pride at the fact that he'd won Subaru in the long run. That this man who made him feel things he'd never remembered feeling in his entire existence was someone who would belong to him for as long as he desired.

It was always a game between the two of them, something thrilling and full of feeling whenever they wound up together in a place where they were alone. A game of cat and mouse that always, inevitably, ended the same way ( ... )

notafuckingcar February 21 2009, 08:40:11 UTC

Something fluttered in Subaru's chest, the familiar leaping sensation coinciding with the younger man's arrival like clockwork. It was strange, but--wonderful, that he could still have something in him that moved, proving that he wasn't made up of things that had rusted together and stopped forever.

He looked appraisingly at the Kamui, taking in how the other was dressed, and the way he towered over Subaru even whilst standing a few feet away. He raised an eyebrow, sliding his shirt the rest of the way off.

"I was waiting for you," he murmured. "Did you bring my clothes?"

He reached down, unbuckling his belt and letting his hands linger on the waistband of his trousers.

"Are you just going to stand there and watch?"

only_your_god February 21 2009, 08:47:01 UTC

Lifting a brow, Fuuma watched Subaru a moment before depositing the clothes on the bed and moving slowly towards him.

He was relatively unaccustomed to people talking to him in a way that was so frank and honest. He rather liked it. Although, well. He supposed that had those words left a mouth aside from his Subaru's, he'd probably have killed them and left them as a gift for someone to find.

It still amazed him how it was that this man who he'd only come to know so completely in this place could make him feel things that even Kamui had not been able to force from him.

Emotions, even. Things that he'd thought had died with the man 'Fuuma' inside of him.

Lifting both hands, he rested them on Subaru's small waist and pressed himself against the older man, fingers brushing downwards to grab lightly onto the buckle of the belt.

"Did you need some help?" he drawled smoothly, his tone ever so slightly sarcastic.

notafuckingcar February 21 2009, 09:05:57 UTC

Despite everything he'd thought he was incapable of doing, Subaru smiled softly, leaning back into the warm body behind him as hands that were responsible for the death of thousands slid down his body.

There was blood on both their hands, and Subaru could feel it, somehow tying them together where nothing else could, forging a connection that couldn't be understood by anyone.

He knew this...ball was mandatory, something Fuuma had to do, as a staff member, but... It was nice, for a moment, to pretend that the Kamui wasn't tied down by duty or fate, and could just...be human. Be Fuuma Monou.

"Mmm, maybe," he replied, closing his eyes momentarily to rest his head against Fuuma's chest.

"We have a while before the ball starts, don't we?"