Chapter Nineteen: Surrender
Subaru was not having a good day.
He had returned to the apartment the night before to find Keiichi and Kamui flopped on the couch. Kamui was asleep, and sprawled out all over Keiichi’s chest. Needless to say, Subaru had not been particularly pleased with this state of affairs. It didn’t help that Keiichi, who was apparently in a rather bitchy mood, smiled cheerfully at him and just said “See?”
Subaru had muttered something unpleasant and gone to bed. He hadn’t been able to sleep very well, and woken up at about five o’clock in the morning. He’d forced himself to stay in bed until a reasonable hour, then gone out to wake Kamui up for school. Kamui was still asleep, still snuggled right into Keiichi’s arms. Keiichi had apparently pulled a blanket over the two of them and gone to sleep.
All this Subaru could have accepted. Maybe. If it weren’t for the fact that they looked so comfortable with each other, he just knew that they’d slept in the same bed before . . . maybe if it weren’t for the look of total contentment on both their faces . . .
He shoved back the impending waves of jealousy and shook Kamui’s shoulder gently. Really, he had no right to be jealous when he’d been making out with Fuuma the night before.
He wondered, not for the first time, how far he would have gone if the Tree hadn’t intervened.
It was not something he particularly enjoyed thinking about.
“Ehhh . . .?” Kamui rubbed his eyes blearily and sat up, looking quite confused to see Keiichi beneath him and Subaru leaning over them. “What . . .?”
“It’s morning,” Subaru said. “You two must have fallen asleep out here last night.”
Keiichi blinked. “Is it morning already?” he asked, sounding no more awake than Kamui did.
Subaru gave up and went to hide in his room. Seeing Keiichi and Kamui be cute might make him ill, especially this early in the morning and before breakfast.
There was a hesitant knock on the door about five minutes later. “Ano . . . Subaru?” Kamui called.
“Come in,” Subaru replied. He hadn’t gotten into bed; but was sitting on it holding an open book. He wasn’t reading the book, but he didn’t figure that Kamui would really notice that. He glanced up as Kamui walked in.
“Need clean clothes,” Kamui mumbled, looking slightly pink.
Subaru examined him closely. Was he flushed because he was embarrassed, or because he was guilty? Five minutes was an awfully long time just to pry himself off a couch; he could have been doing something in the interim . . .
Subaru let out a soft sigh. He was being ridiculous. Even if Kamui was doing anything with Keiichi, which Subaru was fairly sure that he wasn’t, he really couldn’t fault the younger boy for it. At least, not without being the biggest hypocrite on the face of the planet.
In any case, he was sure they weren’t doing anything. Keiichi really wasn’t the type, for one thing; if he was going to steal Kamui, he was going to do it wholesale. He wouldn’t settle for a relationship that was just sex. As for Kamui, though he might do it, he wouldn’t want to hurt Keiichi’s feelings like that. Not to even mention that Kamui was horrible at keeping secrets and would probably be far too guilty to keep this one.
But still . . . Subaru smirked as an idea occurred to him. He waited until Kamui was in the middle of getting dressed, then grabbed him around the waist and pulled him down onto the bed. Kamui let out a stifled yelp, looking rather surprised to find himself suddenly pinned to the blankets with Subaru on top of him.
“Subaru, I’m going to be late to school,” he protested. “And Keiichi is out in the living room . . .”
“I don’t really care about school or Keiichi,” Subaru replied, leaning down for a fierce kiss. Kamui was already mostly naked, so Subaru let his hands wander, ignoring the muffled noises Kamui was making underneath him.
“Subaru, cut it out!” Kamui pushed Subaru away sharply. “I’m going to be late, and Keiichi might walk in at any minute.”
Subaru smirked. “Let him. Then he can see that you’re mine. Mine, and not his.”
Kamui stared up at him, a little corner of his mind reflecting, So much for Subaru not feeling threatened by Keiichi . . . “Maybe he’d like to join in,” he snapped.
Subaru looked mildly surprised by that, then he just laughed and leaned down for another kiss.
Kamui turned his face to the side. “Subaru, this is stupid. Let me go. He’s going to wonder why I’m not coming out.”
“He’s a smart kid. He’ll figure it out.” Subaru grabbed a handful of Kamui’s boxers, the only item of clothing he was still wearing, and yanked them downwards. Kamui protested wordlessly, but it was lost against Subaru’s lips. He flailed for a minute, or at least tried to; Subaru’s weight had him very firmly pinned down.
“Subaru, you’re being a prick,” Kamui said, when Subaru’s lips left his. He gave Subaru a cold stare and said, “You haven’t changed at all.”
“So do something about it,” Subaru replied, sliding his hand up Kamui’s thigh.
“I could scream,” Kamui replied.
“And what? Have Keiichi come in here and kick my ass?”
“No,” Kamui said, trying to jerk away from Subaru’s touch. “He wouldn’t do anything to you. He’d just grab me by my hair, drag me out of the apartment, and never let me come back.”
Subaru paused.
“And I’d let him,” Kamui finished, his tone acidic.
“You’d leave?” Subaru laughed. “Yeah, right.”
“Try me,” Kamui said, meeting Subaru’s eyes. “Go ahead. Call my bluff. I dare you.”
Subaru gave Kamui a close look. Then he stood up. “Fine. Go on. Go to school. But you’d better be home afterwards.”
“I’ll be sure to do as his Majesty commands,” Kamui said bitingly, pulling on his boxers and then his pants. He picked up his shirt and spun around to glare at Subaru. “But believe me, it’s so nice to know that all those pretty things you said after I got out of the hospital weren’t true. I hate deluding myself, after all.”
He walked out of the room, leaving Subaru behind, buttoning up his shirt as he went.
“Hey, I made some breakfast,” Keiichi said, looking up as Kamui walked in. “That took you an awful long time, though. What -- ” He stopped, seeing tears running down Kamui’s cheeks.
“Let’s just go,” Kamui whispered. “Before Subaru decides to try anything else cute.”
Keiichi looked at the food, then back at Kamui. “Okay.” He left the meal on the counter, then reached for his shoes. Kamui finished buttoning his shirt, then pulled on his shoes and jacket. “Subaru, I’m going!” he yelled. “Do me a favor and grow a brain before I get home!”
They left the apartment and walked in silence for a while.
“Should I ask?” Keiichi finally said, watching Kamui wipe the tears off his cheeks.
“I’m s-sorry,” Kamui said, pressing his hands to his face. “They just won’t stop . . .”
“Kamui . . .” Keiichi stopped and pulled Kamui into a hug, glancing surreptitiously at his watch. They were going to be late if Kamui didn’t pull himself together soon, and the test was first thing in the morning.
Kamui let out one shuddering sob, hiding his face in Keiichi’s shoulder. “Okay, I’m okay,” he said, pulling away and rubbing his eyes. “Thanks.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” Keiichi asked hesitantly, as they resumed walking.
“Nah. Though . . . I think you’d better not come over anymore. We were wrong about him not being threatened by you. I mean, not . . . not that I want to see you any less, but . . .”
“I understand,” Keiichi said with a gentle smile. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Thanks,” Kamui said quietly.
“Any time.”
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That had been the beginning of Subaru’s day. It had not gone uphill from there.
He spent the hour after Kamui left sitting at the kitchen table, staring at the food they’d left behind, feeling perfectly wretched. He couldn’t help but wonder vaguely why he always lashed out at Kamui when something else was bothering him.
It was stupid to say that finding Kamui asleep with Keiichi hadn’t annoyed him. It had. But that wasn’t why he’d gotten angry.
He drank his tea slowly, and pondered how on earth Fuuma had managed to get to him.
The answer, really, was quite obvious. Subaru could withstand jibes and sarcasm, he could even withstand being felt up, but the real problem with what Fuuma had said was that every single word had been true.
He hadn’t wanted to admit that, so he’d come home and taken out his anger on the nearest vulnerable target.
He swore softly. There was really no possible way he could apologize to Kamui for that. Still, he made a mental note to behave well for the next few days -- presuming Kamui even came home.
Subaru let his head thud against the table.
If only Fuuma hadn’t intervened, he and Kamui might have been fine.
He let out a bitter laugh. Fine. Yeah, right.
The doorbell rang. Subaru let out a heavy sigh and went to answer it. He opened it, blinked a few times, and then shut it again. Unfortunately for him, Fuuma managed to get his foot in the door before he could close it all the way.
“What do you want?” Subaru asked, giving up and standing back to let him in.
“What, I don’t have visiting rights?” Fuuma asked with a grin that he obviously thought was charming. “I saw Kamui leave for school and I thought you might be lonely.”
Subaru eyed him speculatively. “All right, Fuuma. You have one chance. If you know so much about me, answer one question for me. If you give me a satisfactory answer, I won’t kill you and throw your corpse out my window. Deal?”
“Deal,” Fuuma answered immediately, which unnerved Subaru slightly.
“Why do I treat Kamui badly, then get scared when he threatens to leave?”
“That’s technically two questions, but I’ll be nice and answer them both,” Fuuma said. “Mind if I sit? Thanks.” He sat down before Subaru could reply and appropriated Subaru’s mug of stone cold tea. “You treat Kamui badly because you know you don’t want to be with him. That’s probably subconscious on your part; the part of you that doesn’t want him here is trying to drive him away. However, when you start to succeed, the part of you that is terrified of being alone freaks out. Despite the fact that Kamui isn’t who you want, he seems to be the only one you can have.” Fuuma smirked. “Satisfactory?”
Subaru considered it for a minute, then nodded, sat down, and lit a cigarette.
“So what question do I have to answer before you’ll start being nice to me?” Fuuma asked.
“How do you know?” Subaru asked abruptly. “How do you know so much about everybody?”
“Well, I’ll let you in on a little secret, Subaru,” Fuuma said with a dry smile. “None of you has an ounce of common sense. I’m the only one around here who does. Analysis that mystifies you would make perfect sense to anyone with half a brain.”
“That’s comforting, thanks.”
Fuuma shook his head. “Subaru, there are no words for how much the collective idiocy at work here disgusts me. If you and Seishirou both want to be together so badly, and don’t argue because I know you both do, I fail to see why you can’t just be together. And if other people don’t like it, fuck them.”
“So why is it?” Subaru asked. “Tell me, O Genius.”
Fuuma rolled his eyes. “In brief? Because he’s a total pansy and you’re worse; you’re both masochistic to an extreme, and you’re the two most stubborn people I’ve ever met.” He paused. “That I remember meeting, that is.”
Subaru said nothing.
“And for God’s sake, Kamui and Keiichi are almost as bad. Kamui is too in love with you to notice that Keiichi practically worships the ground he walks on.” Fuuma sighed. “I’ve never met a bigger batch of emotional fuckwits.”
Subaru’s lips twitched involuntarily. “I’d prefer you didn’t talk about Keiichi in my presence.”
Fuuma put one hand to his face as if he had a sudden headache. “I’d roll my eyes, but those muscles are tired.”
“It’s a touchy subject,” Subaru said defensively. He paused, then changed the subject. “So if you’re so disgusted by all of us, why are you sleeping with Seishirou, trying your damndest to sleep with me, and would probably leap into Kamui’s pants if the opportunity arose.”
“To be fair,” Fuuma said, lifting a hand, “I’m not going to leap into Kamui’s pants. We’ve discussed that. Keiichi’s, maybe, but not Kamui’s. Secondly, I already explained to you why I sleep with Seishirou.”
“So why are you interested in me?” Subaru asked.
“Because, I said,” Fuuma said. “I love a challenge. And you . . .” He stopped and gave Subaru a measuring look. Then he shrugged. “You need someone like me. Your frustration leaks out of every inch of your skin. You need someone who will do what you need and not expect anything else in the morning.” He checked his watch. “Or in this case, by the time we’re finished, the afternoon.”
“It’s that easy for you?” Subaru snapped. “You just waltz in here and expect me to submit to you?”
“Well, yeah,” Fuuma said. “But I suppose that’s because I know you want to. Don’t try to tell me that you don’t. I know you do. I can see it.”
“And I know that you,” Subaru said bitterly, “are very good at seeing what people want, and then twisting it so it suits what you want, and then convincing them that you’re right.”
Fuuma shrugged. “Guilty as charged, if the stories about me are true. But if you didn’t want it in the first place, I wouldn’t be able to do that, now would I.”
Subaru glared at him, then stood. “Go away. Get the hell out of my apartment.”
“No, I don’t think I will,” Fuuma said with a smirk, also getting to his feet. Within two steps, he had Subaru pinned to the wall with his arms at his sides.
“Leave,” Subaru snarled.
“Make me,” Fuuma said, and leaned in for a kiss.
Subaru attempted to squirm out of his grasp, but Fuuma had him pinned too well for him to gain any leverage. After a minute, he gave in and let Fuuma kiss him, but didn’t respond.
“C’mon, Subaru,” Fuuma said, backing away a little. “You need to loosen up. Just have a little fun for once. It’s not like you do with Kamui.”
“You have no idea whether or not I have fun with Kamui,” Subaru said, trying to keep his breathing even.
“Oh, sure I do,” Fuuma said cheerfully. “For one thing, you’re so quiet when you have sex, you really can’t be having any fun at all.”
Subaru stared at him. “How the hell . . .”
“Remember that one time that Seishirou called while you two were having sex?” Fuuma asked. “Kamui didn’t hang up on him; he just chucked the phone back towards the cradle. So Seishirou got to listen to every little noise that escaped both of your lips . . . and since I was there at the time, so did I. Kamui’s a loud kid, isn’t he.”
Subaru glared daggers at him. “You listened?”
“Sure I did,” Fuuma said. “Also, you two don’t take long enough to really be enjoying it. Even Seishirou in one of his ‘let’s fuck Fuuma so hard I nearly break him in half’ moods takes longer than you and Kamui do.”
Subaru just blinked. “I don’t even want to know how you know that.”
“That’s pretty simple -- I asked. Kamui counts me as a friend now, and he certainly can’t complain about his sex life to Keiichi -- can you picture that? -- so he complains about it to me.” Fuuma smirked. “He says you’re so fast that sometimes he’s amazed he realizes what you’re doing, let alone enjoys it.”
Subaru drew back a fist to punch Fuuma, but Fuuma caught it and twisted Subaru’s arm around his back, shoving him face first into the wall. Fuuma pinned him there, pressing himself close against Subaru. “Now, now, don’t get angry,” he said. “The truth hurts, after all.”
“Shut the hell up,” Subaru snapped. He tried to get away by pushing backwards, but only succeeded in getting far enough away from the wall for Fuuma to wrap an arm around his waist.
“If you hate it that much, why fuck him at all?” Fuuma asked, amused. “He might even understand, you know, if you didn’t want that kind of relationship with him.”
Subaru didn’t reply for a long second, holding himself very still in Fuuma’s grasp. “Because . . . there’s no one else,” he finally whispered. “And I need it.”
“Yeah, I can understand that,” Fuuma said with a laugh, dropping his hand to brush against the front of Subaru’s jeans. “I can feel it, for that matter.”
Subaru’s face burned with embarrassment; he looked away.
Fuuma laughed again. “You know, it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he said.
Subaru closed his eyes. “Go away,” he said weakly. “I . . . I won’t be yours . . .”
“I’m not asking you to be mine,” Fuuma said, turning Subaru around so they were facing. “I’m just offering to fuck you. They’re two entirely different things, you know. And you need it. You deny yourself too much.”
Subaru looked up at him, then away. “Why you?” he asked softly.
“Because I’m the only one offering,” Fuuma replied. “Now do yourself a favor, and for thirty seconds, be honest with yourself. What do you want from me?”
Subaru’s mouth worked for a second, but no sound came ou.
Fuuma waited patiently.
“ . . . hurt me . . .”
Fuuma gave him a steady look.
“ . . . please . . .” Subaru managed. “Please . . .”
Fuuma took Subaru by the wrist and pulled him towards the bedroom. Subaru didn’t resist, nor did he help; he simply allowed Fuuma to tow him along. Fuuma understood, and said nothing. Subaru wanted to have control of the situation taken from him entirely.
Fortunately, Fuuma had brought along the necessary supplies for this adventure.
He noted the ‘wallpaper’ but said nothing about it, giving Subaru a half-gentle shove towards the bed. He lay down on it obediently, his eyes widening (though only slightly) as Fuuma pulled what he wanted out of his pants pocket.
“Shirt off,” he order peremptorily.
For a minute it looked like Subaru might argue, but his decision had already been made. He took his shirt off wordlessly and dropped it on the floor. Then he lay down again. Fuuma glanced over at him and saw that he looked half-terrified, but that the fear was nothing in comparison to the overwhelming need in his eyes.
Fuuma climbed onto the bed and straddled Subaru, leaning down for a kiss. Subaru finally responded in kind, opening his mouth under the pressure of Fuuma’s. Once Fuuma had him distracted, he took one of Subaru’s wrists and snapped the handcuff around it. Then he wound it through the headboard and bound the other wrist.
He lifted himself up off Subaru and smiled down at him, seeing no panic in the older man’s eyes. Subaru looked oddly comfortable, as if he had finally come to terms with what he was doing. Fuuma lowered himself down on top of Subaru and began to lick at his ear. “I used these on him, you know,” he murmured. “I won him in strip poker, so he had to let me do whatever I wanted. He hated it . . . at first. But even Seishirou understands that sometimes it’s nice to let go of control.”
Subaru said nothing, tilting his head back to offer Fuuma more skin.
Fuuma took the cue, kissing his way down Subaru’s throat. “He was screaming by the time I was done with him,” he said, one of his fingers playing down Subaru’s chest. “Can you imagine it? Perfectly poised Sakurazuka Seishirou . . . screaming underneath me. God, he was good that night.”
Subaru shuddered, but didn’t reply.
“But for you . . .” Fuuma paused thoughtfully. “I think a little bit more is needed before you’ll give up control.” He reached into his pocket for one of the other items he’d brought. “Now, close your eyes.”
Subaru gave him a suspicious look.
“What, you don’t trust me?” Fuuma looked hurt.
“No,” Subaru replied.
“Good. You don’t need to. Now close your eyes.”
Subaru obeyed. He didn’t move as he felt Fuuma tying something over them. It was soft and cloth; he didn’t really feel the need to know what it was specifically.
“Too tight?” Fuuma asked.
Subaru opened his eyes again to total blackness. “No. It’s fine.” His voice trembled and cracked. He tried to ignore that fact.
Fuuma rolled over onto his side so he was simply lying next to Subaru, with no contact held between them, and eyed him speculatively. There were about a hundred ways he could go about this, but he had an idea of what he wanted to do. Subaru, of course, was expecting pain, but Fuuma didn’t think that was particularly important. What Subaru wanted, and needed, was the loss of control. He simply couldn’t verbalize properly. And now he had as little control as possible; not only could he not move, but he couldn’t anticipate what might happen.
Fuuma decided to start with the basics. He undid the button and zipper of Subaru’s jeans, then pulled them and his underwear off. Subaru let out a little hiss of surprise as this happened, but didn’t move.
Subaru really was beautiful, in a malnourished sort of way, Fuuma reflected. It was too bad he wasn’t appreciated as such. Though that was unfair; Kamui probably appreciated Subaru’s beauty, but for lack of a better way to phrase it, Subaru didn’t appreciate Kamui’s appreciation.
Fuuma let the moment stretch out, letting the anticipation build. Subaru’s breathing sped up a little as he waited, trying to prepare himself for whatever Fuuma chose to do. Fuuma waited until Subaru had relaxed again, at least a little, and his breathing had slowed, before leaning over him again and brushing his lips over Subaru’s nipple.
Subaru let out a small cry and his back arched, pressing him up against Fuuma’s lips. Fuuma chuckled and pushed Subaru back down. People really underestimated the power of anticipation. It made everything he did have at least twice as much impact. He put one hand in the center of Subaru’s chest, keeping him pinned down, and kept his mouth where it was, licking at the sensitive skin. Subaru moaned helplessly.
Fuuma stopped, waited about thirty seconds to let Subaru cool off a little, then applied the same treatment to Subaru’s other nipple. Subaru squirmed, his hands pulling at the handcuffs but making no real effort to escape.
Fuuma lifted himself up and waited. Subaru’s breathing slowed a little, but his face was still flushed. Fuuma leaned down and planted a brief kiss on Subaru’s stomach, making him flinch. His fingers traced idle patterns over the Sumeragi’s skin, never dipping below his waist.
“God, Fuuma . . .” Subaru managed, his voice choked. “You know how to drag this out . . .”
Fuuma laughed, dropping another kiss onto Subaru’s stomach. “I could make it take hours if I wanted it too, Subaru,” he purred. “I could make it take so long that we’d have to invite Kamui to join us when he got home.”
“God.” Subaru’s back arched again, into Fuuma’s touch.
Fuuma wasn’t telling the entire truth; though he personally could last that long, he doubted that Subaru would. He leaned down and landed another kiss, this one about an inch below Subaru’s navel; dangerously close to where he wanted it to be. Subaru hissed between his teeth, his hips jerking upwards.
He opened his mouth to say something, but it was lost in a moan as one of Fuuma’s hands traced up the inside of his thigh. He stopped just short of the more sensitive area and slid out to trace over his hip. Another kiss fell, this one slightly lower.
However, despite his ability to make it last for hours, he was getting slightly bored. He leaned upwards and began a rain of kisses on Subaru’s chest, occasionally stopping and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. He didn’t particularly care how Subaru was going to explain them to Kamui; that wasn’t his problem. He nipped gently at the skin where Subaru’s met neck his shoulder, and his fingers traced lightly over Subaru’s erection.
Another cry escaped Subaru, and he rocked his hips up against Fuuma’s. Fuuma closed his eyes for a minute, thoroughly enjoying the sensation, before taking Subaru’s length in a more firm grip. He stroked it a few times, listening to the choked noises Subaru was making, before removing his hand and sitting up.
“Where are you going?” Subaru asked, sounding breathless.
“Well,” Fuuma replied, getting off the bed, “I figured it’d probably be easier if I took my pants off.”
“Oh,” Subaru replied weakly.
Fuuma kicked his pants off and fished the lube he’d brought out of his pocket; he was sure that Subaru owned some but didn’t want to waste time asking where it was. He draped himself over Subaru, leaning in for a long kiss to distract Subaru. He had enough practice that he could open the lube while paying a relatively small amount of attention. He applied some liberally and reached down.
Subaru cried out weakly and his hips jerked upwards as one of Fuuma’s fingers slid into him. His hands pulled automatically at the handcuffs as his entire body writhed. Fuuma took his time preparing him, as he’d taken his time doing everything else. Subaru bit down on his lips in an effort to keep quiet, his breath coming in light, short gasps.
Fuuma settled between his legs, letting Subaru wrap them around his waist. He didn’t give Subaru a chance to change his mind or prepare himself; he simply thrust into him in one quick movement. Subaru cried out, his fists clenching down on nothing. Fuuma moved slowly -- almost agonizingly so.
Subaru’s world was reduced to a blur, and then less. He couldn’t think. Everything was gone; all the years of pain and guilt and hatred were reduced to a pinprick that was lost in the pleasure. He didn’t care about Seishirou or Kamui, and even less did he care about himself. The faster Fuuma went, the more it faded, and he could hear himself begging Fuuma for more, but the voice didn’t sound like his own.
Fuuma went faster, then slower, then touched him, then didn’t, bringing him up to the edge and then backing down repeatedly. It seemed like hours before he finally allowed the act to finish. Subaru screamed as he came, and he could hear Fuuma laughing above him, then there was a low moan as he followed suit.
Silence.
Fuuma recovered first and dragged himself off of where he had collapsed on top of Subaru. He glanced over at the older man, then undid the handcuffs and took off the blindfold.
Subaru blinked hazily.
“Feeling better?” Fuuma asked him. He was tired. Good sex always made him tired.
“Wnnasrrt,” Subaru mumbled.
Fuuma deciphered this, mostly because he’d heard it from Seishirou a few times. He reached over to the bedside table and got a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He lit one, took a long drag on it himself, then put it between Subaru’s lips. After a long pause, Subaru’s hand came up and he held it himself.
“You didn’t answer my question,” Fuuma said, smirking. But really, Subaru didn’t need to. He knew that Subaru was feeling better. The flaring light that made up his Wishes had dimmed. He was by no means content, but the frustration was no longer rolling off of him in waves.
Subaru looked down at himself, only now noticing the vivid marks that were scattered across his stomach and chest. Fuuma raised an eyebrow, waiting to see what he would say. Finally, Subaru mumbled, “Guess Kamui won’t be getting any for a few days . . .”
Fuuma snickered, approving of Subaru’s choice. The marks could not be explained (at least, not easily), but they could be hidden. If he played sick, or ‘not in the mood’ for a few days, Kamui would probably think nothing of it. However, that left one small problem. Fuuma waited to see if Subaru brought it up.
“But . . .” Subaru finally said, and turned slightly pink.
Fuuma smirked and leaned down to kiss him. “Don’t worry,” he said, laughing slightly. “I won’t leave any marks next time.”
Subaru looked away.
Fuuma stood up and stretched, well aware of Subaru watching him out of the corner of his eye. “And on that note, I’d better get cleaned up and dressed. It’s getting late, after all, and it might get kind of awkward if Kamui found me here. You might want to get cleaned up too.”
Subaru looked down at himself again, and blushed.
Fuuma decided to go home and take a nap. He’d gotten up early specifically for this reason, and he didn’t want to explain to Seishirou why he was so tired later. He leaned over and kissed Subaru briefly. “Jaa ne, Subaru,” he said. “I’ll be back before you miss me.”
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