Reflecting the Moon
An X fanfic by Epeeblade
I. Soft
Subaru wearily made his way back to his apartment. He still found it difficult, balancing
his duties as onmyouji, Head Sumeragi, with those of Dragon of Heaven. The case had
been simple enough – a possession of a girl distraught over the unstable place Tokyo had
become in the past few months – but he was still weary, drained, his powers taxed as
much as they had even been.
For once he was willing to take care of himself, to find succor in the soft comfort of his
bed. He needed to rest if he was to be any good to the Dragons tomorrow.
He keyed the door open absently, noting his wards had been tripped. Reaching into his
pocket, he took out his last Ofuda and threw the door open.
Kamui sat curled up on his couch, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling with sleep.
Subaru smiled slightly, gently shutting the door behind him. Kamui looked so tiny, so
innocent really, to have the entire world rest on his shoulders. Subaru sat next to the
young man and shook him softly. “Kamui.”
The teen rolled over and rubbed his violet eyes sleepily. “Subaru!” he cried happily. “I
was waiting for you.”
“I can see that,” Subaru told him, “How did you find my apartment?”
“Oh, Hinoto told me. You know if you dream about a place once, she can find it.” He
shrugged, stretching out with lissome, supple motions.
Subaru took a moment to admire the young man’s body, slim, and slightly feminine, yet
with just enough girth in the shoulders to show he was not in fact, female. He reached
forward, almost in spite of himself and brushed Kamui’s hair out of the boy’s eyes.
Kamui perpetually looked like he needed a comb. The feathery hair slid through his
finger like soft silk.
Kamui looked up at him, his luminous violet eyes almost glowing in the dim lamp light.
Subaru pulled his hand away abruptly. “What are you doing here, Kamui? It’s late,
shouldn’t you be sleeping at home? Don’t you have school tomorrow?”
“I’d rather sleep here, with you.” Kamui purred, his voice husky, and Subaru could feel
the blush rising in his cheeks. “Besides, there’s no school tomorrow, it’s Sunday.”
Subaru looked away unnerved by the near seductive tones Kamui’s voice had taken. For
a moment it had almost seemed like….no, it couldn’t have been. “Do you have
homework you need me to help you with?”
“Can’t I just be with you because I like being with you?” Kamui murmured, “Do I need
to have homework to be here?”
“Of course not, Kamui, you know we are friends,” Subaru said quickly, both to reassure
the boy and himself. Kamui /liked/ being with him. And he, oddly enough, found
Kamui’s presence soothing, almost filling the void of loneliness that had been growing in
his heart for the past nine years.
Kamui stood and walked away from the couch. Away from Subaru, who merely watched
as the boy stood and looked out the large picture window, into the dark city-scape, lit by
what few buildings remained.
“Just friends?” he whispered, almost too softly for Subaru to hear him.
Subaru swallowed hard. “What do you mean?” He couldn’t believe Kamui was being so
blunt about his desires. At his age, he had hidden his own attractions to another man from
even himself.
Kamui turned and began to walk back to Subaru, “There is so little time, you know, the
world could be gone tomorrow.”
“Kamui,” Subaru murmured, “I cannot give my heart so easily.” There, it was out, and he
hoped he was right. It had been so long since he had known anyone long enough for such
a confession that he wasn’t even certain this was what Kamui was asking for.
“I want you to touch me, Subaru, make me feel alive!” Kamui pleaded, “I know your
heart is broken, but please, don’t break mine!”
And Subaru couldn’t deny that one plaintive cry, could not ignore the pain in another, not
when the pain could be alleviated with something as simple as a kiss. So that is what he
did, seized Kamui by both shoulders and ravaged his mouth, overeager in his desire to
please.
When Kamui whimpered under his assault, he pulled away guiltily, what had he done?
“No, touch me, please!” Kamui demanded, taking Subaru’s hands and placing them on
his waist. “I need to feel you!” He reached up and nipped at Subaru’s chin.
“Kamui,” Subaru whispered, bending slightly to touch the teen’s sweet lips. Kamui
tasted like spring, sweet and with the promise for more. He broke away abruptly, “Are
you sure?”
Kamui’s hands had reached up, almost of their own accord and tangled in Subaru’s hair.
“I am more sure of this than anything else in my life.”
“Oh, Kamui,” Subaru arched back into those gentle hands stroking his hair and lower
back.
“Show me your bed, Subaru,” Kamui whispered, his lips once again pressed firmly
against Subaru’s neck.
II. Hard
Subaru wasn’t entirely sure how they made the short walk to his bedroom, he merely
recalled tumbling into bed, Kamui rolling until he was on top. The teen pressed his
advantage, kissing Subaru’s face, chin, and neck, his hands busy working their way under
Subaru’s shirt. “Take it off,” he demanded.
Subaru caught Kamui’s hands, “Easy, take this easy.”
“I need you /now/.” Kamui growled, he pulled his hands free and removed his own shirt.
Subaru gently reached up to touch that creamy smooth skin, and was instantly lost. He
ran his fingers gently up Kamui’s back, gently moving towards the boy’s front and
caressing his nipples.
“Ooooh,” Kamui moaned, “Now you! Please?”
The onmyouji smiled and acquiesced, letting Kamui remove his tee-shirt. Then they were
touching skin to skin chest to chest and it was wonderful. They continued to kiss, and
gently caress and grope each other. “Subaru, have you ever, you know, before?” Kamui
asked hesitantly.
“Kamui, we don’t have to,” Subaru protested, he was content to stay there cuddling the
teen in his arms.
“But I /want/ to. I need this so bad, can’t you see that, Subaru?” Kamui reached for
Subaru’s hand and placed it on his groin.
Subaru groaned at the contact, Kamui was so /warm/.
“I take that as a yes?” Kamui teased, reaching down to undo Subaru’s pants.
Subaru stopped him, “Let me,” he breathed, huskily, reaching forward to unsnap the
clasp at Kamui’s waistband. He wondered if Kamui understood the unasked question
there, /let me lead, let me guide you/. He didn’t think he could deal with another sexual
relationship where he was the submissive. Subaru wanted to touch Kamui, to bring him to
ecstasy with his own hand.
“Yes, oh yes,” Kamui murmured, allowing Subaru’s hands on him, wiggling under that
gentle, yet persistent touch. He merely watched as Subaru undid his own pants and slid
them down his long slender legs.
Subaru followed Kamui, as the teen slid down on the bed. He rolled onto his belly,
showing an expanse of pale, smooth skin that Subaru could not help but slide his fingers
across. “So beautiful,” he murmured.
“Don’t tease me, Subaru,” Kamui breathed, wiggling his ass enticingly, “Take me.”
Subaru stretched out over Kamui’s prone body to nip at his neck and nuzzle at his ear, “I
can’t Kamui, I need…”
“Shh, touch me,” Kamui insisted.
Subaru hesitated and then obliged, touching Kamui in that rare, right, /slick/ place. “Oh!”
he exclaimed. Kamui had prepared himself? How long had he been planning to seduce
the Onmyouji?
At Kamui’s answering moan, Subaru found himself lost. He couldn’t deny the young
man what he so clearly wanted. And he couldn’t deny his own body’s desires. It had been
so long since he had been with someone, so long since his appetite for sex had been
satisfied.
And he certainly had never been on this side of things. As gently as possible, he entered
the younger man’s body, gripping Kamui’s hips for leverage with each thrust.
It felt incredible, Subaru moaned, grasping those slim hips almost hard enough to leave
bruises. “Oh, Kamui,” he murmured, the boy’s name a plea on his lips.
Kamui groaned beneath him, “S-Subaru-kun!” he growled.
Subaru tensed in shock, but he couldn’t stop the movement of his body, he was much too
close to completion. As his orgasm overtook him, the body he pounded into changed. The
skin changed from creamy smooth into bronzed honey. Then the body thickened from
that of a teenage boy into a full-grown man, with wide, powerful shoulders, a strong
back, and mighty hips and buttocks.
This body continued to wiggle under Subaru, and the omnyouji pumped his essence into
the whimpering, shuddering form beneath him. “Seishirou-san,” he murmured under his
breath, easing off the quivering body.
Seishirou twisted, pushing himself up off the bed and leaning on his elbow. “So, Subaru-
kun, was it good for you?”
Subaru frowned at the man as he pulled the covers about his naked body. “I’m tired of
your games!”
“Oh come on, Subaru-kun, tell me you didn’t enjoy taking that luscious boy? How he
squirmed beneath you and pleaded to be taken?” Seishirou taunted easily, lounging in
Subaru’s bed.
Subaru curved his lips in a half smile, “But it wasn’t him, it was you.”
Seishirou laughed, clearly amused. “I love you too, Subaru-kun.”
Once again Seishirou had decided to play games with him. However, for some reason,
this time Subaru wasn’t as annoyed as he usually was. Granted, the lecherous
Sakurazukamori had often coerced his way into Subaru’s bed before, but none of his
other schemes had been this creative. He noted the older onmyouji searching through his
bedroom drawers, presumably looking for cigarettes.
“You don’t expect to be staying, do you?” Subaru asked incredulously, letting his
thoughts lapse for a moment.
“You’re kicking me out all of a sudden?” Seishirou did his best to look innocent and
heartbroken, as he finally found the cigarettes he was searching for. He pulled one out of
the box and began to look about for a lighter.
“I’m certainly not going to get any sleep with you here.” Subaru sighed, as he reached
over the bed for his pants. He pulled a lighter out of his pocket and held it out for
Seishirou.
The older man smirked, “You certainly have that right!”
“After the cigarette, you leave,” Subaru warned, pulling his pants back on.
“And you aren’t the slightest bit upset about the way you responded this evening?”
Seishirou asked, almost sounding a bit disappointed. He took a long drag on the cigarette,
blowing smoke in one long languid puff.
Subaru whirled on his tormentor and sometimes lover, “Do you honestly think I can’t tell
one of your illusions by now?”
“So you’re trying to tell me that you knew it was me all the time,” Seishirou huffed,
clearly not believing Subaru’s denial.
“Of course,” Subaru said glibly, “I figure this is the only way you’d ever let yourself be
on the bottom.”
Seishirou frowned and stomped out the cigarette forcefully on the ashtray Subaru kept
near his bed. “Whatever you wish to believe is perfectly fine with me.” He stated, slowly
dissolving into a shower of Sakura.
Subaru stared at the empty bed for a moment, then sat on his side and rested his head in
his hands. Why did Seishirou persist in his endless games of seduction? After nine long
years Subaru had finally learned to play, to parry with strong words that belied the truth
in his heart. He finally rolled himself in the covers, inhaling the musky scent of sex like a
drug. It had been magnificent, he thought, snuggling against the soft down pillow,
although he had thought he was making love to Kamui. He really should have known
better, after all, only Seishirou ever could break the wards set by the Head of Sumeragi.
However, he thought dreamily, knowing he was halfway to sleep, he wondered what
Kamui would say if Subaru ever came to /him/ with words of love.
End
Archivists’ Notes:
Title: Reflecting the Moon
Author: Epeeblade
Website: http://www.geocities.com/epeeblade
Fandom: X
Archive: CFFML site, anyone else, please ask
Series/Sequel: Not at this time
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: S/S, S/K
Summary: Subaru comes home one night to a surprise
Feedback: Greatly Desired
Notes: Originally I planned this for the Seishirou as uke challenge. I had so much trouble
planning the ending! Thanks Shinri, for the idea. Next part of Game of You is coming
soon!
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