And here, my friends, is the last real piece of smut in the fic. Well, not *here*. Later in the chapter. Eheh. Oh, and another cliffhanger. I rule! The last two lines of this chapter are totally stolen from And I Will Touch the Sky, but as I helped write that, I feel I'm entitled.
Chapter Twenty-Three: Reminisce
Kamui was a little confused. It was very rare that he woke up feeling so totally warm, comfortable, and relaxed. He was also rather puzzled by the fingers running gently through his hair. Subaru was never really affectionate, especially not in the mornings. In fact, Kamui reflected sleepily, it was really rather odd that the Sumeragi was still in bed at all. He usually got up earlier than Kamui, and woke him when it was time for school.
And while he was on that train of thought, it felt much too late to be time for school. He was too well-rested for it be the usual morning time. When had he gotten to bed, anyway?
The memory of the previous night returned slowly, and Kamui realized that it most definitely not Subaru running fingers through his hair right now. Though they had, at this point, progressed on to caressing his cheek instead. His lips twitched in a smile as he thought about it.
“Yen for your thoughts?” Keiichi asked quietly.
Kamui’s eyes opened. “How’d you know I was awake?” he asked, stretching sleepily.
“You smiled,” Keiichi said, a grin touching his own lips. “I’ve been watching you sleep for a while. That was the first time your face changed.”
“Oh.” Kamui’s smile grew wider. For some reason, the thought of Keiichi lying there, watching him as he slept, was totally endearing.
“So what were you thinking?” Keiichi asked.
“Just . . . that it’s nice to wake up like this,” Kamui said, somewhat wistfully. “Not having to worry about if the person with me is in a bad mood or a good one, if they’ll hit me or not, if they’ll try to hurt me . . . but just to lie there and relax, and know I’m safe and cared for.” He paused, then added, “I wish I could wake up this way every morning.”
“You could, you know,” Keiichi said softly, his fingers tracing over Kamui’s lips.
“I know,” Kamui said, closing his eyes again.
They lay in silence for a while.
“What time is it?” Kamui finally asked.
“Just past ten,” Keiichi said. “I didn’t set the alarm last night, and none of the others came in to wake us up.”
Kamui rolled his eyes. “Small wonder, that.”
Keiichi blushed a tiny bit. “Well, I don’t think we were loud enough to actually wake them,” he said thoughtfully. “But if they were still awake, I think they definitely heard us.”
Kamui analyzed that for a minute. “. . . ugh,” he finally said.
Keiichi laughed a little. “I don’t care if they know. Do you?”
Kamui smiled. “No. But it seems rather rude.”
Keiichi shrugged, unremorseful. “So what do you want to do today?” he asked. “Hell if I’m crawling out of bed and dragging myself to school.”
“Well, I have to go see Subaru . . .” Kamui said slowly. “I told him I’d give him a chance to explain himself, so . . . God, Keiichi, don’t give me that look . . .”
Keiichi sighed slowly. “You’re going back to him.”
Kamui gave him a long look. “I’ve come to two decisions,” he said. “And I want you to hear them both out, without interrupting. Okay?”
Keiichi nodded slightly.
Kamui lifted his hand and brushed it over Keiichi’s cheek. He’d thought he would be nervous, but for some reason, wasn’t at all. “The first one,” he said, meeting Keiichi’s eyes, “is that I love you. And I want to be with you. I want it more than anything else. I don’t know exactly what it was that made me realize it . . . but I think it was just this. Waking up with you. I want to wake up this way for the rest of my life . . . with you.”
Keiichi, oddly enough, looked like he might burst into tears.
“I’m not really sure how I feel about Subaru,” Kamui continued quietly. “But I know that I care for him a lot, and I want him to be okay. That’s really what it’s about now . . . I want to save him. There are so many people that I couldn’t save . . . I’d hate it if he were one of them. So I am going to go back to him, yes. But I’m not going to let him hurt me . . . and my heart will still belong to you. I just want to help him, so maybe he can stand on his own. And . . . and what I need to ask you . . .” Now he was nervous. He took a few deep breaths. “Is . . . if you’ll wait for me. I-I’ll understand if you don’t want to, but -- ”
“Idiot,” Keiichi said with a small smile, leaning forward to kiss Kamui’s forehead. “Of course I’ll wait for you. If I was willing to wait when there was almost no hope, why wouldn’t I be willing to wait when there’s a guarantee?”
Kamui’s eyes brightened and he relaxed. “Thanks,” he whispered. “I was worried.”
Keiichi kissed him gently. “Don’t worry,” he said. “As long as you want me . . . I’ll always be with you.”
“And if I always want you?” Kamui asked softly.
“All the better,” Keiichi replied, leaning in for a longer, deeper kiss. “You know,” he said, with a very un-Keiichi-like smirk, “no one else is here . . . so we can make as much noise as we want now . . .”
Kamui laughed. “Sounds good to me.”
~~~~
Kamui toed off his shoes and looked around. After a minute, he determined that the main rooms of the apartment were empty. He drank a quick mug of tea, then pushed open the door to the bedroom. Subaru was asleep, curled into a ball. Fuuma was sitting in the armchair, looking exhausted.
“You look like shit,” Kamui said flatly.
“Well, I haven’t slept,” Fuuma replied, rubbing his eyes. “Didn’t trust Mr. Wonderful here if I did.”
Kamui paused. “Thanks. For staying with him.”
“Well, as you said,” Fuuma replied, yawning and stretching, “I made the mess.”
Kamui looked at him for a minute. “Yeah. I’ll get to that. Right now I need to talk to Subaru, so if you don’t mind waiting . . .”
“What, I have to stand in line for my execution?” Fuuma asked, smirking.
“More like your interrogation,” Kamui said. “Don’t worry. I’ll try to make it as painless as possible.”
Fuuma rolled his eyes and sauntered out of the room.
Kamui leaned over Subaru and shook him gently. “Subaru? Wake up, Subaru. I need to talk to you.”
Subaru blinked away. “Kamui . . .” he finally whispered. “You came back.”
“Told you I’d be back in the morning, didn’t I?” Kamui asked. So it was a little past two o’clock in the afternoon. So what? He hadn’t even woken up until ten, and sex with Keiichi took a hell of a lot longer than sex with Subaru. And then they’d both needed to shower (which had taken a while, given that there was only one shower and they couldn’t bear to be apart long enough to take separate ones anyway) and had to eat lunch . . . Kamui stopped trying to justify his lateness to himself. It wasn’t going to work.
“Just . . . can’t believe you actually came . . .” Subaru put his arms around Kamui’s waist and hugged him tightly. “Thought I’d never see you again . . .”
Kamui smoothed his hair gently. “I’m going to tell you a few things now, Subaru, and I want you to listen very carefully, okay?”
Subaru nodded, sniffling.
“I know why you slept with Fuuma,” Kamui said calmly. “You did it for the same reason that I did. Because he’s so damn good at taking away all control. So I don’t need to hear your excuses or your explanations. Here’s the important part. I will come back, and I will stay with you. I don’t care if you sleep with Fuuma. If it helps you . . . that’s fine. Because I want you to be happy.”
Subaru stared at him, managed a weak, choked noise, but nothing else.
“Because that’s all I want for you. I want you to be happy. Okay?”
Subaru nodded, looking dumbfounded.
“However,” Kamui said, his voice growing slightly colder, “in return, you have to let me do what I want. If I want to spend time with Keiichi, you’ll suck it up and not object. If you try to hurt me, I go. If you try to force me to do anything I don’t want to do, I go. This is your very last chance. Got that?”
Subaru nodded again.
“Good.” Kamui hugged him tightly. “Now I want you to get some sleep, okay? I have to go talk to Fuuma for a while.”
“You mad at him?” Subaru asked softly. “He only did it to help me.”
“I’ll let him explain his motives,” Kamui replied. “But at the moment, no, I’m not mad at him. Okay?”
Subaru nodded and curled up on the bed again.
Kamui sighed and walked out. Fuuma was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking what looked to be a mug of very strong tea. “Have you eaten today?” Kamui asked him, going to the fridge.
“Uh, yeah,” Fuuma said. “I think.”
Kamui rubbed his forehead. “Fuuma, go home and go to bed.”
“I was under the impression that you wanted to kill me?” Fuuma asked.
“No, not really,” Kamui said with a sigh. “You proved that you weren’t just in it for a quick fuck by staying with him all night. And Keiichi said you actually seemed worried when no one knew where I was.”
“Where were you?” Fuuma asked curiously.
“Just out and around,” Kamui said. “Reliving old memories.”
“Oh,” Fuuma said.
“What were you trying to do, Fuuma?”
Fuuma sighed. “I was trying to get you to leave him, but I’m guessing it didn’t work, did it.”
Kamui’s eyes narrowed. “Why don’t you start at the beginning. And maybe I won’t kill you.”
Fuuma wasn’t particularly worried. Kamui obviously didn’t have any plans on actually killing him; he didn’t even seem particularly angry. “I was bored,” he finally said. “So I decided to fix this mess that the four of you seem to enjoy wallowing in. I mean, I don’t claim to be a hero. If you were all happy couples, I would’ve entertained myself by trying to break you up. And it would’ve been a hell of a lot easier.”
Kamui gave him a disgusted look.
Fuuma shrugged, not caring. “Give me a break. You and Keiichi belong together. Subaru and Seishirou belong together. And you’re all being idiots for not getting it.”
“Oh, we get it,” Kamui said in a low voice. “They just don’t want it.”
“Believe me, I know what a stubborn bastard Seishirou is,” Fuuma said. “I’m the one living with him. You seemed to be the easiest nut to crack. I figured if you found out Subaru was sleeping with me . . . you’d get pissed and leave. I didn’t have to worry about you, because you have Keiichi. Then I’d guilt trip Seishirou into coming back, because Subaru can’t be left on his own.”
“That’s why you didn’t say anything yesterday,” Kamui said thoughtfully.
“Yeah. I hadn’t actually expected it to happen so soon.”
Kamui paused. “How long, exactly, has this been going on?”
Fuuma paused, calculating. “Uhh . . . about a month now. I was kinda hoping, before you found out, that I’d have a chance to . . . well, make Subaru sane enough to survive the gap between you and Seishirou.”
Kamui tapped his fingers against the table in a pensive gesture. “That’s why I decided not to leave,” he finally said. “Because he’s not ready yet. He’s not ready to accept Seishirou, and if Seishirou has cold feet in the slightest, Subaru won’t make it.”
“And Seishirou definitely has cold feet,” Fuuma said with a sigh. “Bastard was being really pissy about it yesterday when I told him we thought you’d left. The minute he heard Subaru was upset about it, he hung up on me.”
“Great,” Kamui said with a sigh.
“I’ll knock sense into him yet,” Fuuma said with a grin. “So you must’ve had fun with Keiichi last night.”
Kamui immediately turned crimson. “How did you know that?”
“Because as they say in the mysteries, you’ve just told me.” Fuuma smirked at Kamui’s look of discomfiture. “Besides, it was practically printed on your forehead: ‘I got laid last night and enjoyed it.’”
Kamui mumbled something.
“Last night and this morning?” Fuuma asked with a grin. “Wow, Keiichi makes good at last. Good for him. That poor boy needed to be laid like there was no tomorrow.”
Kamui turned even more red.
“What? Are you embarrassed by it?”
Kamui smiled and shook his head. “Just an automatic blush reflex.”
“So it was good?” Fuuma asked with a grin.
“Yeah, it was . . . it was fantastic.” Kamui felt a wide, silly grin spreading across his face. “Oh, stop laughing at me.”
“Yeah, right.” Fuuma grinned. “Look, I’m gonna go home and crash for a few hours before Seishirou gets home from work, so I can bitch him out for hanging up on me and hopefully get laid. I’ll see you later.”
“Too much information,” Kamui said, rolling his eyes.
“I know. That was the point.”
~~~~
Seishirou wasn’t particularly surprised to find Fuuma sound asleep when he got home from work. The younger man had called around ten o’clock at night to say that he was going to be spending the night at Subaru’s to make sure he didn’t try anything stupid.
Though that, in of itself, had been a very interesting conversation.
// “Yo, Seishirou. I’m not going to be home tonight. Kamui’s buggered off and I’m making sure Subaru doesn’t throw himself off the roof.”
“Since when do you care so much about Subaru’s well-being?”
“Since I realized I can’t trust you to stop being a total fuckhead and care about it yourself.”
Click. //
Seishirou knew that Fuuma was pissed at him, and he didn’t particularly care. He supposed that Fuuma had every right to be. But really, what had happened the previous day had only reinforced his belief that Subaru could, eventually, be happy with Kamui. So the two of them were having a fight. So what? Couples always fought and argued, as far as Seishirou could tell. And if Subaru had gotten so upset over Kamui leaving to nearly lose his hold on the spell . . .
It just didn’t bode well.
Seishirou devoted his energy towards cooking dinner. Like Subaru, he had gotten into an odd sort of routine. Get up. Leave Fuuma unconscious in bed. Make breakfast. Use aforementioned breakfast to wake Fuuma up. Go to work. Work all day, usually without any breaks except a brief one for lunch. Come home exhausted. Eat dinner. Read or watch television until he thought he might be able to sleep. Either fuck Fuuma or be fucked by Fuuma, depending on what kind of mood they were both in. Go to bed.
He had no idea what Fuuma did with his days. He was fairly sure, from things that Fuuma had said, that he had started spending more time with Kamui. But he didn’t particularly care. Fuuma had made it perfectly clear that, because he was seeing Kamui, he was also seeing Subaru on occasion. Seishirou had to try very hard to not continually ask how Subaru was doing.
He finished making dinner and went into the bedroom. “Fuuma? You alive over there?”
Fuuma groaned. “God. Lemme lone.”
“Do you want dinner?” Seishirou asked, not feeling particularly sympathetic. “You should eat something, you know.”
“Since when are you my nanny?” Fuuma asked, pulling the pillow over his head.
Seishirou sighed and left the room without another word. He dished himself some of the food and started to eat in silence.
He was really starting to hate silence. It never drowned out his thoughts.
Fuuma came out a few minutes later, wearing only his jeans and rubbing his hands over his face. His hair was lopsided and unbrushed.
“You look like shit,” Seishirou commented.
Fuuma paused in the doorway to the kitchen. “Why do people keep telling me that today?”
“Because you do. Eat some dinner.”
“That’s swell.” Fuuma thudded into a seat and began to shovel in the food Seishirou had made. “’Sgood,” he said through a mouthful.
“As always, your table manners stun me.” Seishirou paused. “How’s Subaru-kun?”
“None of your business,” Fuuma said calmly.
Seishirou glared daggers at him.
“If you wanted to know,” Fuuma said, not fazed by Seishirou’s glare in the least, “you should have showed some concern yesterday. But you didn’t. The only thing you seemed concerned about was whether or not your head was actually going to explode.”
“You would’ve been concerned about that if you were me,” Seishirou snapped.
“Give me a fucking break, Seishirou,” Fuuma replied. He seemed to be in a very ill temper, though it could have been from getting so little sleep. “You were a selfish bastard yesterday and you know it. I had to sit with Subaru all night to make sure that half-brain didn’t do anything he’d regret. Like I give a flying fuck. I hardly even know Subaru.”
“Then why’d you do it?” Seishirou asked.
“Because I didn’t want Kamui to kill himself if Subaru did, and I didn’t want to listen to you bitch and whine,” Fuuma replied. “But fuck you anyway. You lost your chance; Kamui came back this morning. If you hadn’t been such a weenie, you could’ve gotten Subaru back last night. But noooo, you had to be a macho idiot.”
“Fuuma -- ” Seishirou began warningly.
“Oh, screw off,” Fuuma said peaceably. “You brought it up.”
“I’m allowed to care about him from a distance,” Seishirou said coldly.
Fuuma picked up his mug of tea and calmly upended it over Seishirou’s head.
Seishirou sputtered incoherently.
“That,” Fuuma said, “was for being the biggest coward in the whole of Japan. I’m going back to bed before I feel the need to smack you.”
He turned and walked out of the room.
Seishirou brushed his sopping hair out of his face. He was not having a good day.
~~~~
Much to everyone’s amazement, everything seemed to settle after that. Subaru tiptoed around Kamui as if he was walking on broken glass and expected Kamui to leave if he so much as looked at him funny. Kamui, for his part, spent the after school hours with Keiichi, and went back to the apartment in time to eat dinner with Subaru. Fuuma slept off his bad mood and went back to his charming self, though he still gave Seishirou dirty looks, as if occasionally remembering how annoyed he was with the older man. Seishirou attempted to ignore everything that was going on.
Fuuma kept with his plan to try to knock some semblance of independence in Subaru, but it wasn’t really going very well. He’d never been particularly good at being sympathetic, and Subaru seemed to need a lot of it.
He was rather surprised that Subaru hadn’t stayed angry with him for longer. Then again, as Kamui had said, he had sort of proven himself by staying awake that whole night to make sure he was okay.
Of course, all this meant spending a great deal more time with Subaru, but he didn’t mind. For one thing, now that he no longer had to worry about Kamui catching them, he could go back to sleeping in. He usually didn’t make it to Subaru’s until around lunchtime these days. Still, that gave him a large chunk of the afternoon to try to fuck sense into Subaru. (Literally.) And if he didn’t always make it home before Seishirou did, the ex-assassin never asked where he’d been.
“I’ve got work to do,” Subaru mumbled, sitting up and rubbing his hands over his face. “You’d better go.”
Without waiting for an answer, he stood up and headed for the shower. He wasn’t always home in the evenings to spend time with Kamui; Fuuma’s daily visits didn’t leave a great deal of time for his job. The teenager was surprisingly insistent about them too. Subaru had given up on trying to understand why. In fact, he’d pretty much given up trying to understand anything. He had no idea why Kamui had come back to him, even less idea why Kamui was still allowing him to see Fuuma at all, let alone sleep with him.
He turned on the shower and climbed in, turning the water up until it was nearly scalding and standing directly underneath it. He let it run right over his face, hoping that it would keep him from crying.
“Hey, you didn’t think I’d leave that easily, did you?” Fuuma asked from the doorway of the bathroom, sounding quite amused.
Subaru jumped a mile in the air, then looked at Fuuma as if he’d seen a ghost.
“What?” Fuuma asked. Subaru being startled was one thing, but the Sumeragi looked positively spooked.
“Just . . .” Subaru shook his head rapidly. “Seishirou-san did that once. Just like that. We were . . . in my apartment, and I told him he had to leave because I had work to do, and I got in the shower, and he did . . . exactly what you just did.”
Fuuma didn’t bother getting nervous about this. He wasn’t a superstitious person by any means, and he and Seishirou had similar enough personalities that it wasn’t too odd for them to act in similar ways. Okay, it was a little creepy for Subaru, but nothing to really dwell on. “And?” he asked, curious about what had happened next, waiting for the inevitable response.
“And he got in the shower with me,” Subaru said, letting the water wash over him. “And he . . . he washed my hair.”
Fuuma blinked, rather taken aback by this.
“I know it seems silly,” Subaru said, with a weak laugh. “But . . . he was so gentle . . . and it felt so nice, to just be with him and for once think it might not be just for sex . . . and he washed me off and we just talked and laughed and it was . . . it was good. And then he turned the water off and carried me out to my room without even bothering to dry me off and we . . .” Subaru choked for a minute. “We made love,” he finally said. “It was the only time I think I could call it that. Usually it was just sex or fucking, but that time it was more somehow. He made love to me. And for . . . God, for the briefest moment I thought maybe we’d be okay, that we could be together forever and it didn’t matter what anyone else thought.”
Fuuma gave him a long look. “That was the last time?” he asked quietly.
Subaru nodded. “I realized afterwards . . . that he must have known then. That he was going to die. One last goodbye fuck.” He wiped his cheeks off, despite the fact that he was still standing with his face under the shower.
“He seems fond of that, doesn’t he,” Fuuma muttered. He looked at Subaru for a long minute. “Subaru, what do you want from me right now? I’m not Seishirou.”
“I know,” Subaru said with a sigh. “But . . . you’re the only person who can make me forget about him . . . even if it’s only for a few seconds.”
Fuuma looked at him for a long minute, then climbed into the shower with him. He didn’t speak; no words were necessary. He took a few minutes to soak himself before putting an arm around Subaru’s waist and drawing him into a kiss.
Subaru wound his arms around Fuuma’s shoulders for support, returning the kiss with enthusiasm and pressing himself closer against the younger man’s body. Fuuma reached over and picked up the soap, lathering his hands. “Turn around,” he said, smiling.
Reluctantly, the Sumeragi did as he was told. Fuuma shielded him from the shower’s spray and began to soap Subaru’s back, massaging his shoulders as he did so. Subaru relaxed slightly, letting Fuuma’s hands wander, shivering as one of them traced lightly up his spine. He put on arm up against the shower’s back wall to support himself as Fuuma’s hands moved lower. Subaru had always had a very sensitive lower back, and it was all he could do not to whimper as Fuuma spread soap lightly over the area. He bit down on his lips as Fuuma went lower still.
“God, Subaru, you have such a gorgeous ass,” Fuuma murmured, leaning over Subaru’s shoulder just enough to nip at his ear. He ran one hand downwards, squeezing lightly. Subaru’s breath quickened slightly.
Fuuma moved aside slightly to let the water past, to rinse Subaru’s back off. Then he soaped his hands again and resumed his place behind the Sumeragi. He planted a series of light kisses between Subaru’s shoulder blades, licking the water off, then nipping and sucking at the skin.
Subaru’s fists clenched, but he fought to keep his breathing steady. Fuuma’s hands slid underneath his arms to start soaping his chest. “Nnngh,” Subaru managed through his rapidly closing throat. Fuuma’s hands moved deliberately over his chest and stomach, leaving no inch untouched.
“Arms up,” Fuuma instructed, breathing the words right into Subaru’s ear.
Subaru managed to keep his balance when he removed his hand from the wall, holding out his arms so Fuuma could run his hands up and down them. Then he let them to his sides again. “Tease,” he murmured, as Fuuma began to move his hands in slow circles over Subaru’s chest.
“Yeah,” Fuuma said. “But you say that like it’s a bad thing.” His fingers closed on one of Subaru’s nipples and pinched hard.
Subaru cried out, nearly losing his balance. He might have fallen if not for Fuuma’s arm around his waist.
Fuuma’s finger continued to toy with the sensitive skin, bringing his other hand to the same place on the other side and thanking whatever had created mankind for the symmetry of the human body. He continued to land kisses on Subaru’s shoulders, listening in interest as Subaru let out a low moan.
He reached for the soap and applied more to his hands, then slid them down to Subaru’s lower stomach and then over his hips. He moved with slowness that was close to agonizing. Subaru whimpered, his fists clenching again. Fuuma rubbed soap over the upper part of Subaru’s thighs, then very slowly moved his hands inward.
“God -- Fuuma -- ” Subaru managed to choke out, as Fuuma began to stroke him gently. “Faster.”
“Nope.” Fuuma didn’t change his pace in the slightest. His grip was fairly loose, and his hand slid easily because of all the soap. After a few more strokes, he let go. “I’m not done yet. Turn around and rinse off.”
Subaru made a frustrated, whining noise in the back of his throat, then did as he was told.
“Now back up, out of the water,” Fuuma instructed. “I’ve got to do your legs, still.” He got more soap on his hands as Subaru obeyed, then smirked and knelt down in front of Subaru. “Well, gee . . . look where this puts me.”
Subaru moaned, his hands clenching down in Fuuma’s hair. Fuuma reached out and began to soap one of Subaru’s legs, leaning forward just far enough to brush his tongue over Subaru’s erection. Subaru’s entire body twitched, but other than that, there was no reaction.
“Stubborn,” Fuuma said, almost to himself, reaching down to soap Subaru’s other leg. “We’ll see about that.” He took the very tip of Subaru’s length into his mouth, sucking gently. Subaru’s hands tightened in his hair and he let out an incoherent whimper. Fuuma ran one finger up the side of it, then down the inside of Subaru’s thigh. His mouth followed it, settling where it had left off and sucking hard enough to leave a rather spectacular mark.
Subaru moaned helplessly, one of his hands freeing itself from Fuuma’s hair and banging on the shower wall. “God, Fuuma . . . not gonna last much longer . . .”
“Okay.” Fuuma backed away a few inches. Subaru’s whimper indicated that this was not exactly the response that he’d either wanted or expected. Fuuma grinned. “I’ll give you time to cool down a bit.”
Subaru’s fist tightened in Fuuma’s hair and yanked him back forward. “Fuck that,” he said, his voice rather thin.
Fuuma laughed. “Impatient,” he said, but didn’t argue. He ran his fingers over Subaru, grinning as he began to moan again. “But I don’t think I’ll do this. Think I’d rather skip right to the good part.”
Subaru looked disappointed for a minute, then the second half of Fuuma’s statement sank in. Fuuma pushed aside the shower curtain and picked up a bottle of lotion that was sitting on the counter. “This ought to do,” he said, with the air of one who wasn’t new to shower sex.
He pushed Subaru back with one hand, dipping the other into the bottle of lotion. “See, the problem with shower sex,” he said, reaching down to slide his finger into Subaru, “is that people think soap is good enough for lube. But it’s not. It washes away too easily. You need something thicker.”
“Ngk,” Subaru agreed, tilting his head back.
Fuuma landed a kiss in the hollow of his throat, adding another finger. He didn’t waste any time preparing Subaru, knowing that he wasn’t going to last long anyway.
Instead, he picked up the bottle of lotion and offered it to Subaru. “You care to do the honors?” he asked.
Subaru gave him a look, then emptied a generous portion onto his palm and started stroking Fuuma. Once the lotion was spread evenly, Fuuma tossed the bottle out of the shower, and pressed Subaru hard against the back wall. Subaru automatically lifted his legs and wrapped them around Fuuma’s waist, letting Fuuma push him upwards.
Fuuma entered him quickly, with the ease of much practice. Subaru made another choked noise, his fingernails scratching down Fuuma’s back. Fuuma withdrew briefly, then thrust in again, harder, pushing Subaru higher up against the wall.
Subaru’s head tilted back again, banging against the shower wall. Fuuma put an arm behind Subaru’s shoulder to keep him a few inches away from the wall. He built up the pace quickly, slamming Subaru against the wall, unaware of anything else except the pounding of the water and Subaru’s fingernails scraping across his skin.
As expected, Subaru didn’t last long, yanking on Fuuma’s hair with a wail as he came. Fuuma held on for a little longer, the hands supporting Subaru clenching down on him.
His knees went weak, but he braced himself against the shower wall and didn’t fall, helping Subaru to sit down on the floor. After a minute, they wordlessly washed themselves off and got out.
Subaru wrapped a towel around his waist and sank to his knees. For some reason beyond Fuuma’s capabilities to understand, he had started to cry.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Fuuma asked, kneeling beside him.
“I don’t know,” Subaru said, burying his face in Fuuma’s shoulder. “Just . . . all of a sudden . . .”
Fuuma held him, because there was nothing else he could do.
~~~~
“You’re in a foul mood,” Seishirou commented, watching Fuuma slam his way around the kitchen.
“Yeah, I’m surprised you bothered to notice,” Fuuma snapped.
Seishirou sighed. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong with me. I just spent all God damned day with Subaru again. He was freaking out and Kamui couldn’t deal with it.”
Seishirou stiffened. “Oh?”
“Yeah, oh,” Fuuma replied. “Kamui’s good with him, but he doesn’t quite have the right personality when Subaru wants to cling to somebody and pretend it’s you.”
Seishirou glared at him. “I’m surprised you indulge him.”
“Fuck off,” Fuuma said. He was sick of dealing with Seishirou’s crap. It was time to put the final phase of his plan into action.
“You can hardly blame me if you have a headache because you’ve barged into something that’s none of your business,” Seishirou said, his voice rising.
“Oh, I’m so sorry if I want to help the person you’ve turned into a mess,” Fuuma retorted. “If you could just get off your ass, Subaru would be fine.”
“Look, fuck Subaru!” Seishirou yelled, exasperated.
Fuuma smiled pleasantly. “I do.”
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Chapter Twenty-Four
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