Seishirou slid open the door leading to the covered porch and took a single step outside before lighting his cigarette. Inhaling deeply and breathing out slowly, he leaned against one of the supporting columns and stared out over the grounds. The rain was still pouring down, threatening to drown everything in sight. The pond was close to overflowing its banks; the camellia and sakura trees were over-burdened by the abundant droplets clinging to their petals and limbs. It felt as if any moment a great tsunami would appear out of nowhere and wash the entirety of it all away. Seishirou smiled briefly at the thought.
Subaru would not approve, he reminded himself and chuckled aloud at the image of the Sumeragi scolding him for his destructive musings. As if the younger man would truly do such a thing. Seishirou knew he wouldn’t, not really, but it was amusing all the same. After all, as a Dragon of Earth, contemplation of the world’s cleansing was to be expected.
That particular idea led him to consider his current situation. Mismatched eyes of silver and gold flickered down to his left hand, ignoring the stains of blood to focus on the simple golden band that clung to his ring finger. Subaru and he were married. Sumeragi and Sakurazukamori joined in a strange sort of alliance. Dragon of Earth and Dragon of Heaven co-existed under one roof. Angel and Seal bound by love. It made all the sense in the world at times and others it seemed a sure sign of the Apocalypse.
There was certainly no doubt that he loved Subaru. He had come to accept that fact completely. Seishirou understood that he and Subaru were soul-mates of a kind. The onmyouji was Yin to the assassin’s Yang. Together the two of them made a single whole. He had once denied this so whole-heartedly that he had sought to murder Subaru with his own hands, only to discover that he couldn’t do it. He had fled from Subaru then, staying out of sight for more than four years until he could no longer keep away from the young man.
Now the situation was entirely different. By far more pleasing, the Sakurazukamori thought, another smile curving the corners of his mouth upwards. He had been delighted to discover that Subaru was still a virgin, even at the age of twenty-one. Not that he thought Subaru would become promiscuous. Quite the contrary in fact, although Seishirou did know that the Sumeragi’s grandmother, the former Head of the family, must have been more than little keen for her grandson to find a suitable wife with which to continue the lineage. That he hadn’t entered into any martial arrangements was a mild surprise to the older man, but proof enough of Subaru’s single-minded determination where the assassin was concerned.
Subaru had since admitted that his wish was to have Seishirou end his life. He had wanted to matter to the former veterinarian, if only as an annoyance Seishirou had to dispatch. The young Sumeragi had strove to become stronger in effort to attract the Sakurazukamori’s attention, to turn it back to him, to remind him of a deed left undone, to bring about his death once and for all. With a snort, Seishirou tossed the remains of his cigarette to the ground, stepping off the porch to grind it out with his heel, the rain quickly drenching him.
He sensed Subaru’s approach long before he heard his quiet footsteps. He felt slender hands gliding over his shoulders; saw the brief glow of the stars adorning the backs of those hands before the onmyouji used his own power to mask their brilliance. Then a slim, warm body was pressing up against him. “You’ll catch cold, Subaru-kun, if you let yourself get soaked by the rain,” Seishirou softly admonished, canting his head to look over one shoulder at the man behind him.
“I could say the same of you, Seishirou-san. You’re absolutely sodden. How long have you been standing out here?” One pale hand stroked down his left arm, intent on reaching for his hand and pausing, fingertips hovering above the skin and the blood that covered it.
“You’ve been working,” Subaru stated, careful to keep his tone quiet and neutral. Seishirou nodded, shifting to look directly at his lover, gauging his reaction. It wasn’t the first time the younger man had seen evidence of his occupation and it certainly would not be the last. He had thought to clean up before Subaru saw him, but the rain had been so enticing.
Instead of pulling away, Subaru reached for the hand and gripped it tightly, lifting it toward him as if to examine the splotches of blood liberally decorating the skin, so thick that even the downpour couldn’t wash it all away. Seishirou’s eyes widened in surprise as he watched Subaru lower his mouth to his lover’s hand; his tongue darted out to taste both the crimson stain and the flesh beneath. He was aware of his breathing growing sharp and shallow, of his heart rapidly pounding, of his body reacting with a very potent flare of lust making him suddenly and undeniably hard.
“He deserved death, whoever he was,” Subaru murmured.
“Why say such a thing, Subaru-kun?” Seishirou asked, his tone bland despite the loud echo of his heartbeat in his own ears. The hand Subaru held trembled minutely.
Subaru lifted his gaze to Seishirou’s face, his thumb slowly stroking the back of the older man’s hand, smearing the congealed blood. “Because I could taste his foulness. He wasn’t an innocent, was he Seishirou-san?”
Seishirou felt himself falling into the vibrant green depths of Subaru’s eyes even as he shook his head slowly from side to side. “No, he wasn’t.”
“You’ve stopped killing innocents, haven’t you? No matter what request those government officials make of you, you only fulfill the assignment if the person slated for death is guilty. Is that not so?” The thumb stroking Seishirou’s skin ceased its movements. Subaru regarded the assassin, unblinking.
“You are correct,” replied Seishirou, watching the younger man intently, acutely aware of the hand still holding onto his.
Subaru reached into his pocket, pulled out a handkerchief, and began to meticulously clean Seishirou’s hand of the remaining bloody traces, letting the rain wet the cloth enough for the task. He was smiling as he worked, occasionally lifting his gaze to Seishirou’s face.
“Thank you,” said Subaru, tucking the soiled cloth back into his pocket, much to the Sakurazukamori’s amusement.
It was on the tip of Seishirou’s tongue to tell Subaru he was welcome. They both knew the change in his killing habits was a direct result of their relationship. Instead, he wrapped both his arms around the Sumeragi and pulled him against his body, covering soft, pliant lips with his own and drinking deep. The kisses were slow and leisurely, a lazy dance of tongues that was still enough to rob them both of their breath.
“Come inside,” Subaru softly requested, resting his forehead on Seishirou’s chin. “You should get out of those wet clothes.”
Seishirou smiled, the expression both genuine and affectionate. “I could say the same about you and your clothes. Are you offering to help me with their removal, Subaru-kun?” he teased in return.
Subaru’s head tilted backwards, his gaze finding the older man’s and holding it for a handful of seconds. Seishirou found himself unexplainably holding his breath. “I want to make love to you, Seishirou.”
The assassin’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second, not missing the rare lack of honorific. He knew what it meant for Subaru to say those words to him, for the onmyouji to ask, without specifically asking, to be the one in control. It wasn’t accurate to suggest Subaru wanted to be seme, but this was the closest the younger man would ever get to wishing for such a thing.
In the course of their three-year marriage, Subaru had been the one to take Seishirou only five times. The first had been at Seishirou’s insistence as a show of trust and commitment to the Sumeragi. He provided Subaru with the assurance that the Sakurazukamori was not going to break either his heart or his arm this time. It had been a conscious decision to give up control to Subaru, not that Subaru had taken that control for himself. The young man was the only man Seishirou had ever allowed inside of him in such an intimate manner. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the idea of Subaru making love to him; it was that the man usually didn’t express a preference for that particular role. Today was a day for rarities it seemed.
“If that is what you want, who am I to deny you, Subaru,” answered Seishirou, leaning forward to claim another kiss. “Shall we take this inside, then?” He waited for his lover to lead him away, as he again willingly gave up control. It was, surprisingly, easy to do where Subaru was concerned.
Nodding his head back to the assassin, Subaru took him by the left hand and tugged him across the porch and back into their personal suite, leaving the door open behind them. The steady rhythm of the rain and the fresh crispness of the moist air filled the room. He left Seishirou standing in the middle of their sitting room, returning with a couple of towels. Subaru undressed him slowly, revealing wet skin with something akin to reverence and gently patting it dry with one of the towels.
It pleased Seishirou, this kind of patient care. By the time Subaru had him completely naked, he was filled with a fierce longing, his eager cock glistening with precome. When the Seal bent to taste the tip, nuzzling back the foreskin to sweep his tongue languidly over the head and ridge, the Angel feared that he would disgrace himself then and there by coming helplessly over the man’s face.
"Subaru, perhaps we should skip the foreplay?" Seishirou suggested, voice rough even to his own ears.
Subaru, both to his relief and disappointment, heeded his words and stood to once again take Seishirou's hand, leading him into the bedroom and straight to the bed. "Lie down, Seishirou."
Turning down the comforter and sheet, Seishirou stretched out on the bed with his head propped up on the pillows, watching Subaru's move about the room. The young man removed his own clothing and dried himself off with the other towel, doing so in a quick, efficient manner. There was nothing overtly sensual in Subaru’s movements, but Seishirou found his cock growing impossibly harder until the pressure was a constant, impatient ache.
"Subaru. Hurry." Seishirou's tone was harsh, but there was a note of pleading present. He almost – almost – added a please at the end, but caught himself in time. It would not due for the Sakurazukamori to beg. Not yet. Not before they'd even begun.
Nevertheless, Subaru understood what lay unspoken beneath Seishirou's words and, after a stop by the nightstand to pull a tube from the drawer, knelt on the bed beside his lover. "Spread your legs for me, Seishirou, and bend your knees a bit please." Seishirou couldn't help but smile at the politeness Subaru insisted on, even in bed.
He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, letting it out slowly the moment he felt cool, slick fingers teasing his opening. Another deep inhalation and long exhalation as those two fingers slipped inside him, carefully stretching and exploring with a gentle motion. Everything about Subaru was both careful and gentle Seishirou mused, whether the onmyouji was fingering his lover or battling a fierce spirit.
"Does it feel good? You're smiling." Subaru's softly spoken words caught his mind's attention, his body already betraying its response to the stimulation. Anymore and he was sure his cock would explode.
"Very good, but…" Seishirou let his words trail off as he reached down to lightly stroke himself with one hand, fingertips dabbling in the come that continued to leak from the tip and smearing it around the hard flesh.
"But my Seishirou is feeling anxious, as I can see. Very well then, I won't keep you waiting." Subaru's fingers withdrew slowly, leaving the assassin feeling strangely empty and incomplete. Before he could control his reaction, his body shivered. He felt the calming caress of Subaru’s hand across his stomach, looked up to meet eyes bright with love that was all for Seishirou and no one else.
Subaru eyes never left Seishirou's face as he spread lube over his own hard cock, positioning the head at the older man's entrance and pushing forward. The groan that fell from his lips when he slipped inside the tight warmth was involuntary, causing him to pause so he could breathe in deep and concentrate on maintaining his own tremulous control. "Seishirou…."
For a moment there was a war between Seishirou's mind and body. His mind wanted nothing more than to push Subaru away and reinsert his control in this sort of situation. Subaru should be writhing beneath him, not the other way around. Then his body intervened, reminding him of the pleasure it was feeling. How surprisingly good Subaru's cock felt inside him, filling that untouched place, stroking across the sweet spot within, warming his very core. No one ever had done this to him, expect Subaru. Only Subaru made him feel complete and loved and…..happy.
It had been on the tip of his tongue to beg the Seal to move, but before he could make a sound the younger man was thrusting and withdrawing, starting the rhythm slow at first but quickly speeding up with the encouragement of the Angel's constant moans and gasps. When had he started making such noises? He didn't remember, only that he was and that his hands were grasping at Subaru's back, encouraging him to go faster and harder.
Subaru was quietly groaning his own pleasure, grunting with the strain of frantic fucking – for that was certainly what they were doing this time. His eyes were closed, his hands clutching at Seishirou's legs as he used them to leverage himself while he rapidly thrust in and out of the willing body below. It felt so good and Seishirou was so tight. He knew it was only a matter of time before….
"Seishirou-san!" Subaru suddenly yelled, hips snapping forward as he unexpectedly came with a force that made him double over as his cock spurted over and over into the hot passage.
Seishirou reached down and wrapped a hand around his own erection, intentionally neglected until now to keep his orgasm at bay until this very moment. A single stroke of its length was enough to make him climax with a shout as thick come pulsed over his chest and stomach.
The Sakurazukamori was the first to find his voice as they lay tangled together, Subaru bonelessly sprawled atop him. "Seishirou-san? You picked that moment to call me Seishirou-san, Subaru?" He began to chuckle then, the sound rich and genuine.
For a brief moment Subaru was overcome by the rarity of it. He felt his cheek redden as embarrassment settled in, but was unable to stop the answering laugh. It continued and grew stronger as he heard Seishirou's own chuckle grow in intensity until they were both lost amidst true laughter. They held each other tightly, anchored by each other's warmth, gasping for breath as the laughter slowly lessened and faded. Tears of joy slipped from Subaru's eyes and Seishirou kissed them away, all the while smiling affectionately.
Gone where thoughts of blood and killing, mayhem and destruction. For the first time in a very long time, the assassin felt utterly relaxed. Pulling the sheet over them both, Seishirou tugged Subaru into the curve of his body and held him close. Subaru came willingly, sighing his contentment and nuzzling beneath the man's chin.
"I love you, Seishirou," the onmyouji whispered, lifting his face for a kiss.
Happy to bestow the embrace, the assassin let it linger for several moments before drawing back to whisper in return, "I love you, Subaru."
They slept then, curled together, their hearts beating in rhythm as the rain fell outside.