The rain was washing the streets outside. The trees dripping wet with tears from the heavens. Soon, the end would come. Too soon, as far as Kamui was concerned. Far too soon. He placed his hand on the window sill in his room at the home that Imonoyama-san had lent them. It had been nearly three months since that time.

When he lost her...

He looked at the permanent scars on his hands and closed his eyes, remembering. Remembering that day, when he lost his best friend and the person most dear to him. Hinoto was correct when she had told him...

It was a memory that he never would be able to forget. No matter how he tried.

He wasn't even sure if he wanted to.

He focused on the noise around him. Even despite the rain he could still hear what was going on in the mansion. It could be the air vents, or the thin walls, though he doubted it was the latter. He could hear some bustling in the kitchen... that meant that Arashi and Yuzuriha were cooking dinner. A radio was turned on in the room next to him, which was obviously Sorata. No one else could listen to music that loud, or that bad.

Very lightly he heard a knock at the door. Slowly he looked out of the window to see if he could figure out who it was.

Another face stared back.

Fuuma...

His face was smiling right back at Kamui.

Cold...

"Hello Kamui." The smile widened, as Kamui backed away from the window in fear. "Could you open the window? I'd like to talk to you. It's me. Fuuma." Kamui's eyes grew large for a moment, before they turned into a look of distrust.

"You're not Fuuma." he gulped slightly, before taking on a look of sadness and hope. "Isn't that right? You're also 'Kamui'?" The image in the window frowned and shook it's head. It's expression becoming less emotionless, much more human. More like Fuuma. Despite the inner voices warning him of danger from the possible outcome, Kamui opened the window and let 'Fuuma' into his room.

The older boy walked in and shook his hair out of all the water it had collected outside. Rubbing his body, he sat down on a chair close to the one Kamui sat on near the window. He glanced at the younger boy briefly before turning his head to look out the window. "You're probably wondering why I'm here." Fuuma said in a low voice. He chuckled to himself. "Truth be told, I'm not quite sure myself." His laughter weakened as he stared at the floor. "I know... 'Kamui'. I know what I am." Kamui looked at his friend, a bit scared at the meaning behind what Fuuma was saying. Fuuma looked up at Kamui and spoke softly. "I am 'Kamui'. I know that, now. I'm sorry." Kamui's eyes widened a bit and he started to cry, confused as to if this was really Fuuma. If he really knew what was going on. Lightly Fuuma touched his cheek with his hand, reaching the distance between them, his face turned downwards. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen. Any of it." Fuuma choked, and tears began to well up in his eyes. "Especially Kotori..." At that, Kamui couldn't take it anymore, and he began to bawl into Fuuma's hand.

"Fuuma... it is you isn't it?" He repeated over and over, as he knelt out of his seat and hugged his friend tightly around the waist, the wet cloth Fuuma wore soaking Kamui's dry clothes. His voice coming out in a almost happy sigh. "It's really you isn't it?" Slowly Fuuma's hand came over to the back of Kamui's head and petted his hair softly, trying to prevent the tears coming out from him, himself. He lowered his head and cooed in Kamui's ear, trying to soothe him.

"It's okay Kamui. It's okay. It's really me..." Slowly Fuuma lifted Kamui's face to see him, as he gently lowered his mouth onto Kamui's.

Time seemed to stop, as Kamui froze under Fuuma's gentle kiss. He couldn't breathe, as all sorts of thoughts went through his mind... none of them coherent. Slowly Fuuma released Kamui's lips, letting the younger boy fall back on his knees in shock, staring into space. "Kamui? Are you okay?" Fuuma asked concerned. He didn't recieve an answer, just a glance his way with vacant eyes.

Fuuma bent his head down again, and continued where he left off.

This time, he definetly got a response.

Kamui squeaked as Fuuma resumed the previous kiss and blew a puff of air into his friend's mouth, finally realizing how long he'd been holding his breath. He tried to relax as Fuuma's mouth moved against his, but... It felt wrong.

He broke away from the kiss and moved back.

"Fuuma... I... can't..." Kamui said panting. He looked up at his friend's eyes which seemed to be pleading from dissapointment. Still, he had to say it. "I don't feel that way for you Fuuma. I never have." He watched the effect that the words seemed to have on Fuuma.

Nothing.

"Fuuma?" Kamui stood and looked over his friends face. It was expressionless now. He put his hand on Fuuma's shoulder and shook him slightly. "Are you okay?" He shook him again, this time Fuuma started to move.

"Kamui..." Fuuma cooed. "I love you. I don't care if you don't love me. I love you." He ennunciated those last words as he grabbed Kamui's wrist and dragged him down to his level. "And I'll have you too... 'Kamui'..." Fuuma smiled. The same cold smile of 'Kamui'. Kamui froze still as Fuuma grabbed Kamui's other free wrist and pulled him towards him, forcing a deeper kiss this time.

Kamui nearly choked as Fuuma's tongue slipped in between his lips. He tried to force it out with his own, but it only worked in deepening it. Fuuma worked his tongue even deeper into Kamui's mouth running it along the younger boy's teeth and the upper rim of his mouth getting muffled responses from shock. He broke it off after a few more sucklings on Kamui's mouth, breathing hard on his face. "Did you like that, Kamui-chan?" Fuuma smiled, and tightened the grip on Kamui's wrists before he resumed the kiss again, kissing the boy's lips, then trailing down the younger's neck.

Kamui tried to twist away with his hands but found that he was locked into position, and he couldn't use his power because he still didn't want to hurt Fuuma. Even if he wasn't sure now if it was really him.

At this point, he didn't care. He just wanted to get loose.

He tried to turn to the side and pull free but the grip on him wrists tightened, and he was dragged onto Fuuma, the older boy wrapping his legs around Kamui's waist. Abruptly Fuuma let the wrists go and grabbed the lapels of Kamui's shirt dragging his chest to touch his own, his hands opening up the buttons of the front slowly fanning out the touch the skin beneath. "Fu..uma.. stop it." Kamui begged as Fuuma continued to kiss his neck, going slowly down his chest and caressing his nipples with his tongue. "Please... I don't want to..." Kamui was near tears, as he tried to pull Fuuma's head away with his hands, but he didn't quite have enough strength to do so, he was so scared.

Fuuma hands continued there trail downwards on Kamui's body lightly massaging each section of Kamui's chest, his head traveling down just a bit above it. His hands finally reached the belt of Kamui's pants and he began to undo it, waiting for Kamui's reaction. The boy was still, whimpering low in his throat, the tears falling from his face into Fuuma's hair. Fuuma finally finished with the belt and pulled it off from the pants, dropping it on the side of the chair. He reached his hands on the zipper and began to pull down. Kamui still wasn't responding. After he had gotten the zipper down fully he grabbed the elastic on Kamui's boxers and pulled them down as far as he could with his legs blocking some of the way.

Obviously Kamui wasn't too excited by Fuuma's actions. He'd have to change that.

He loosened the grip he had on Kamui's waist slightly with his legs and placed his hands on Kamui's ass gripping him tightly and lifting him up slightly. He unwrapped his legs completely and let himself slide out of the chair and fell to his knees on the ground, soon after taking Kamui's penis in his mouth. Kamui yelled, and the grip Kamui had on his head tightened as he tried to pull him away. Fuuma sucked harder and ran his tongue along the lower vein of Kamui's dick eliciting a small muffled groan. Outside the room door he heard a knock. "Kamui? You okay? I thought I heard you scream." It was the Kansai boy. Damn.

Fuuma sucked one more time before letting his mouth up from Kamui, and kissed the tip gently. He looked up and could see the desperation in Kamui's face to yell out, so he grabbed Kamui's throat with his hand and choked him. After a few moments, he spoke, mimicking Kamui's voice with his powers. "I'm fine. I just banged my knee against my desk. You don't have anything to worry about." Out side the door he could almost see the Kansai boy relax and begin to walk away.

"Okay! But if you need any help, just call. Arashi and Yuzuriha-chan are almost done fixing dinner by the way." Slowly the sound of footsteps faded away. Fuuma sighed as he looked up at Kamui's face once again. He smiled. If he was going to do this, he needed to assure himself that Kamui wouldn't scream again. Standing up he dragged Kamui along with him to the dresser, and opened one of the drawers revealing it to be full of socks. He grabbed one of the wrapped bundles and shoved it in Kamui's mouth releasing his throat. He again grabbed Kamui's ass and shoved his crotch into Kamui's, getting yet another squeak. This time it was muffled enough that no one could hear if outside of the room. He lowered himself down Kamui's body again, and proceeded where he left off.

Kamui stared at the ceiling, letting the tears come out. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't do anything. And despite his disgust, his body was responding to Fuuma's attentions. He looked down as Fuuma sucked on him. It felt good. He felt like wretching, but it still felt good. The older boy stopped his actions on Kamui's lower body and looked up smiling at him. Kamui tried to say his name and for Fuuma to stop but the sock blocked his voice. Fuuma's smile just widened. "Did you like that Kamui-chan? From what I can see you did." He lashed out his tongue quickly and took a small lick. Kamui shivered. "I don't think I'm getting much from it though." Fuuma said with a pout in his voice. "Let's try something different." With that he turned Kamui to face the other way and pushed him to the ground climbing over him.

Pinning Kamui's shoulders to the floor with his hands, he rubbed his legs against Kamui's to bring the pants down lower. Stradling his back, he let the shoulders go and began to work on his own pants, undoing the zipper and pulling his underwear down with it releasing his own erection. He placed his hand over Kamui's cheeks and pulled them slightly to the side. He lowered himself to the entrance of Kamui's hole and thrust in tearing the thin skin over the entrance a bit before he was fully in. Kamui screamed in pain at the feeling the sock almost wasn't enough to contain his scream this time. Fuuma relaxed himself, trying to adjust to this new territory that he'd never been in before. He pulled out slightly and thrust back in, the tightness bringing him incredible pleasure as he continued to repeat his thrusts. Kamui's voice was screaming in the sock as Fuuma continued his assault on his body.

A few more thrusts into Kamui's body and Fuuma went still, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he came inside of Kamui. He collapsed on Kamui's back, breathing hard, slowly kissing the back of Kamui's shoulder blades tasting the sweat on them. "Thank you Kamui-chan. I needed that." Fuuma whispered seductively in Kamui's ear as he pulled out and off of Kamui's prone form laying on the ground. He stood and replaced his pants back to their original state, not taking care to wipe himself of his cum or Kamui's blood. He chuckled to himself. "I can't believe that you thought for even a second that I was really your Fuuma, 'Kamui'. Maybe next time you should ask for proof." He laughed out loud, as he opened up the window and stepped out. "See you later, darling..." He blew a kiss at Kamui and dissapeared.

Kamui lay on the floor wailing with tears, the sock still muffling the noise. He hadn't done anything the whole time that Fuuma took his pleasure of him... not one thing. And now, he didn't know what he could do. He could feel himself falling back into that abyss that he had fallen within not so long ago after Kotori's death. "Kamui!! Dinner's ready!!" Sora's voice rang through the door.

There was no response.

"Kamui?" Sorata opened the door slightly and peeked through. His mouth suddenly dropped as he saw the scene before him. Kamui was laying on the floor with a sock in his mouth staring into space as tears came out of his eyes. His pants were pulled down as well as his underwear, blood and cum coming out of his body. Sora stepped back from the doorway. "KAMUI!!"

To be continued...

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