http://clampfix.fanworks.net/smut/kamui1.txt </head><body><pre>KAMUI'S UNUSUAL MORNING An X Sekkushiaru Roman by Sailor Mac Kamui woke up to the sounds of a flock of birds singing outside his window. He turned onto his back, slowly, throwing an arm across his eyes to screen out the sunlight that was hitting his face directly. Normally, the birdsong would make him think of Kotori. But there was somebody else very much on his mind this particular morning. Subaru. He'd dreamed of his fellow Seal last night, as he had for quite a few nights since their attempt to visit a love hotel. And the dreams had not exactly been family-friendly. Kamui hugged his pillow, imagining it was his lover's body. Oh, he was frustrated these days, all right. They had to be extra-careful that the other Seals didn't find out about their relationship . . . they had to remain focused on their goal of saving the world, and they didn't know how the others would react. If any of them feel uncomfortable about two men together, Kamui thought, and they find out about us . . . they may never feel the same way about me again. And if I knew they were homophobic . . . I probably wouldn't feel the same way about them, either. And that would be disastrous to us as a team. And because of this, Subaru and Kamui didn't have nearly as much time alone together as they'd like. Especially at night. Every time they wanted to go to bed together . . . Sorata would stay up until the single-digit hours, watching marathons of Jackie Chan movies and laughing his head off. When the knock came at his door, he sat up with a sigh. He didn't feel like seeing anyone else. Especially on a Sunday. He just wanted to mull over his dream for awhile . . . The knock came again, and he knew he had no choice. He opened the door just wide enough to stick his head out. . . and his mood instantly changed. "Subaru?" he said. The onmiyouji gave him one of his little smiles. "I just wanted to see if you were up yet. Am I bothering you?" "No, no! Come on in . . ." Kamui hoped Subaru wouldn't notice how flushed his face was. His mind was still crowded with images of those hands, those lips on every part of his body. He sat on the edge of his bed, and was *very* aware of Subaru' s warmth as he sat next to him. He felt his heart speed up a bit, not looking directly at him, knowing if he did he'd just end up staring and gawking. Why do I still feel like this, he thought, after we've been together? It's not like he's any big mystery, I know what sleeping with him is like . . . but still . . . all he needs to do is come near me and my heart feels like the eye of a tornado. "Did you sleep well?" Subaru said. He knew that in the past Kamui had been plagued by nightmares of Fuuma's betrayal and Kotori's death . . . just like he himself relived his sister's death in his dreams over and over. "Well . . . yeah," Kamui said, looking at the floor, his hands clenching and unclenching the covers. Subaru frowned. The answer was much too hesitant, and the boy's aura felt full of tension. He's keeping something from me, he thought. But what? Maybe he ran across Fuuma again when none of us were with him? Or maybe . . . Seishirou-san? That last thought bothered him a lot. If his ex-lover knew he and Kamui were involved, and Seishirou could very well sense such a thing . . . Subaru didn't want to think of what could happen to Kamui. He put a hand on the boy's shoulder, rubbing it a bit through the T-shirt. The muscles were tense, all right. "Kamui . . . is there something you'd like to talk about?" The younger boy took a deep breath. "No . . . not really . . ." "Did something happen?" Kamui shook his head, and Subaru didn't notice any extra tension, so he concluded that he wasn't lying. "Did you have a nightmare?" "It . . . wasn't a nightmare," Kamui said quickly, and Subaru noticed tension again. It suddenly dawned on him what the dream could have been, and why Kamui was uncomfortable around him this morning. "Kamui," he said, "did you dream about me?" A pause, and then he slowly bobbed his head in the affirmative. A slow warmth spread through Subaru's heart. You think so much of me, Kamui, he thought. I don't deserve it. But . . . when you say things like that to me, I feel things I thought I'd never feel again. Subaru pulled him into his arms, resting his cheek against the unruly mop of brown hair that felt like piles of silk. "It's all right. It's nothing to be ashamed of." "It's just . . . I want to be with you so much, but I can't. The others are always around, and we both end up going to bed alone, and . . ." Subaru gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek, then on his ear. "They're not around now. And nobody saw me come into your room this morning." Kamui raised his head and looked into his eyes. "Nobody?" "Nobody at all," Subaru replied, kissing his forehead. "They're all either still asleep, or down in the kitchen already. And I think we still have awhile before breakfast." Kamui's face lit up. He brought his lips to Subaru's, wrapping his arms around him tighter, his tongue beginning to probe almost immediately. A hot shudder passed through him as he felt his lover respond eagerly, tangling his fingers in Kamui's hair as their tongues brushed against each other with light feathery touches, broke apart, came together again . . . Maybe Subaru has been having dreams too, Kamui thought. * * * Downstairs, Sorata sang happily to himself as he tossed eggs into a huge bowl in front of him. He was going to go all-out this morning. A full American-style breakfast. Pancakes, scrambled eggs and bacon. There was no way Arashi could fail to be impressed. Sure, she'd acted impassive toward his previous culinary efforts . . . he thought he'd had her with the sukiyaki, but she'd just pronounced it "very good" and eaten it calmly . . . but *this* was an out-and-out food extravaganza. Heck, he'd even gone though the trouble of hunting down *real* American pancake syrup! Outside the window, he could hear the clashing of metal on metal as Arashi and Yuzuriha sparred with swords, as they often did to keep their skills up. She'll have an appetite after her workout, all right, he thought. He began to heat the big pan on the stove and poured his batter out into perfect little circles. Kamui's gonna like this, too, he thought. Poor guy, he's really acting like something's bugging him lately. Especially at night. He gets *real* jumpy. I keep asking him to watch movies with me, but . . . he just goes off and sulks somewhere. "Well, he's not gonna sulk anymore when he tastes THIS!" he said, getting out another bowl and breaking more eggs into it. "I can't imagine anything that would make him feel better than a good breakfast!" * * * Kamui kissed Subaru deeply, hungrily, tongue pushing into his mouth, then sliding out to tease his lover's lips. One hand began to trail down, slowly, over his neck, then his chest. He began to massage through the fabric, feeling Subaru arch toward him, into his touch. Their lips broke apart, and Subaru kissed slowly across Kamui's cheek, to his ear. He took the lobe in his lips and nibbled a bit, whispering, "That must have been some dream." Kamui's fingers slid along the bottom of the older man's shirt, teasingly. "Want to see more of it?" What a question, Subaru thought. "Oh, yes," he said, laying a trail of soft kisses along Kamui's neck, nipping at the skin a little. Kamui yanked the shirt upward, and Subaru raised his arms, eager to be rid of the garment. I can't believe how I can just let myself go with him, he thought. With Seishirou-san, I was so shy . . . I just let him do as he pleased . . . Kamui leaned over, running the palms of his hands slowly up and down Subaru's bared chest, caressing the skin in small circles. He leaned over and began to kiss the flesh, savoring its warmth, his spicy scent. His tongue snaked out to flick lightly, and when he felt Subaru shudder with excitement, an answering shudder passed through him. "Gods, Subaru," Kamui gasped, rubbing his cheek against his lover's chest, feeling overwhelmed with desire for him. His own shirt was starting to feel like a prison, and the boy pulled away just long enough to yank it off and throw it away. When he came back, he wrapped his arms around Subaru tightly, bringing his mouth to a nipple, kissing it softly, flicking his tongue over it, kissing it again, then drawing it in and sucking. Subaru began to moan, deeply, tangling his fingers in Kamui's hair. He leaned backwards, arching against him as one hand slipped down his back, stroking and massaging. As Kamui's fingers came into play, caressing one nipple as he hungrily sucked the other, Subaru reached down further, caressing the younger boy's bottom through his underwear. Oh, he had such a perfect little bottom. Subaru blushed as he remembered Kamui wearing a pair of snug-fitting jeans once that had outlined it perfectly . . . and he hadn't been able to keep his eyes off it. He blushed deeper as he wondered if any of the other Seals had watched him staring at Kamui transfixed as the boy bent over to pull up weeds from the grass . . . Kamui groaned as he felt the contact. The fabric felt like a brick wall between them. He wanted more, oh, gods, how he wanted more! He eased away from Subaru, hopped off the bed, pulled off his underwear and flung it aside, then lay back on the bed on his stomach, pulling his knees up a bit, offering his bottom completely. It was an offer Subaru was not going to resist. He stripped his own remaining clothing off, then leaned over Kamui, kissing the small of his back, nipping at the skin here and there. His fingers slid down, slowly, along the boy's hips, caressing and massaging, making Kamui whimper a little in anticipation. Then, he cupped both cheeks in his hands, squeezing, releasing, squeezing, releasing . . . His fingers began to trace soft patterns over them, little swirls, back-and-fortth strokes, before rubbing the palms over both gently rounded curves. Kamui arched against him, moaning, feeling heat pulse through every inch of him. It felt so good . . . so, so good . . . Every touch of Subaru's fingers seemed to be burning him. And when he felt his lover's lips there . . . kissing gently on both mounds, hot breath followed by a maddening scrape of teeth that made Kamui almost cry out loud . . . he thought he'd explode. Subaru kissed some more, pressing his lips hard against the firm flesh, the texture making his heart pound. Another nibble here, and there . . . He threw his head back, moaning with desire for this boy, as he shifted his body so his chest was against Kamui's bottom. He began to rub, back and forth, feeling his nipples brush against the mounds, which made both of them moan even louder. He began to move up, slowly, still rubbing back and forth, his chest sliding across Kamui's back, until their bodies were molded together, Subaru's thighs straddling Kamui's, his mouth at the boy's neck, his erection, oh gods, cupped by the twin cheeks of his bottom. They began to move, sliding against each other, up and down, back and forth, creating full-body friction that made both let out long, low sounds of need. Kamui tossed his head back so it was pressing against Subaru's, one arm reaching back to cling to his lover, to press them both together. "Subaru," Kamui panted. "So . . . so good . . ." But his lover eased away. "Why?" Kamui cried. "Why did you stop?" "Sssh," Subaru whispered, sitting up on the bed. "I don't want to end it so soon . . . and I would, if we kept doing that." Kamui turned over and sat up, leaning over and kissing Subaru hungrily again. Their tongues sought each other, rubbing and caressing. Subaru's fingers began to massage the side of Kamui's neck. Kamui imitated his action, and as Subaru's fingers began to slide down his lover's chest . . . so did Kamui's. They leaned back, each watching the other mirror his actions, as their hands slid lower, to a nipple . . . Subaru squeezed Kamui's gently between thumb and forefinger, and then gasped as the same was done to him. "Beautiful," Subaru moaned. "So, so beautiful . . ." "So are you," Kamui murmured, as the hands moved down over flat stomachs, stopping to squeeze, caress here and there, just prolonging the anticipation. Kamui reached his lover's erection a split second before Subaru, and his fingers lightly caressed the head before starting to move down the shaft. Subaru moaned loudly, and his moan was answered by Kamui's as the boy's fingers repeated his own movements. In unison, they began a slow, up-and down stroke, just quick enough to send warm, tingling waves of pleasure through their entire beings. Up, and down . . . a brush on the head, a caress along the shaft . . . each feeling the shape of the other, the texture, marveling at how they could both be so alike, yet so different. Subaru caught a glimpse of them in the mirror on Kamui's closet door. Two naked young men, two sets of fingers stroking along two erections, two faces flushed with desire, eyes glazed with passion . . . It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in his life. This time, it was Kamui who eased away. "Subaru . . . I want to end this with you inside me." Subaru let go of Kamui . . . slowly, reluctantly . . . then leaned over and kissed him. "I'm definitely not going to argue with that," he whispered. Kamui lay back on the bed, purring and stretching like a cat, as he watched Subaru open the nighttable drawer and get out the condoms and lubricant he'd left there. Oh, yes, Kamui thought. This is even *better* than my dream. * * * Sorata chuckled to himself as he heard the front door open. The girls were done . . . and it was time to unveil his masterpiece . . . "Come right in, nee-chan!" he called. "I've got breakfast waiting for you!" *Now* what has he done? Arashi thought, heading for the dining room with trepidation. Sorata was always going to ludicrous lengths in an attempt to impress her. Like the time she'd expressed nostalgia for a certain kind of Chinese pear that she'd had at Ise from time to time, and he'd come back with a bushel of them, loudly bragging he'd gone to seven different produce dealers to find them . . . and blowing a good chunk of their food budget for the week in the process. She'd chided him for that, told him they imposed on Imoyama-san enough as it was, and if they had to beg him for more money, then *Sorata* would be doing it. She stopped short when she saw the table piled with a huge mountain of food. On one platter, a tottering pile of pancakes. Another held a mountain of eggs that seemed to be the size of a street garbage can. And Sorata was taking something *else* off the stove. Behind her, Yuzuriha was just about hopping up and down with joy. "Wow!" the younger girl cried, racing past Arashi over to the table, her spirit-dog Inuki at her heels. "This is great, Sorata-san! I haven't had bacon and eggs in years!" Sorata brought in the platter of bacon grinning ear to ear, setting it on the table as if he were presenting the Queen of England with her crown jewels. "Surprise, Nee-chan!" he said. "We're going American this morning!" Arashi folded her arms and gave him her usual icy look. "What makes you think that five people are going to eat all *this*?" "Once you taste it, you'll be begging for seconds and thirds!" he said. "We're only going to end up with a pile of leftovers. And they'll get wasted." Wasting food was a pet peeve with her. She knew all too well what it was like to live on the street, starving and foraging for scraps. "You won't be saying that after you taste these pancakes with . . ." He threw open the refrigerator door with a flourish. "Authentic Vermont maple syrup!" Arashi looked into the fridge. There was nothing even resembling a bottle of maple syrup. "I don't see it," she said. Sorata looked into the fridge . . . moved bottles around . . . looked in again . . . moved more bottles around . . . And then, it dawned on him. Oh, no, he thought, the syrup is in the bag with the deodorant and shaving cream. Which is still in my room . . . He shut the door, turned around with a big grin, and said, "Back in a flash!" He turned and rushed for the stairs. Yuzuriha was circling the table, taking inventory of the food again. She hoped he'd come back with the syrup soon . . . she was getting hungry. Inuki followed, letting out a little whimpering noise, as if he shared his mistress's hunger. And where are Kamui-san and Subaru-san? she thought. They don't want to miss this! Maybe they're taking a walk around the campus. "Sorata-san's a great cook, isn't he?" she said to Arashi. Arashi folded her arms again, her eyes roaming over the piles and piles of food. "He's got to learn he *isn't* feeding a small army," she said, with her usual chilly tone. But part of her was thinking about the effort he must have gone through to do all this . . . and she felt a strange warmth deep inside. * * * Subaru couldn't get the condom out of the wrapper and onto him fast enough. Fingers trembling with desire, he opened the tube of lubricant and quickly prepared himself, then squeezed more of the gel out, letting it remain on his fingers long enough to warm it up. Kamui lifted his hips in anticipation, mutely begging Subaru to do it, to fill him with his fingers and get him ready. And when he felt the finger start to gently probe his entrance, he let out a whimper of anticipation, lifting his hips even more, not caring when he started to feel a little pain . . . because he could think only of when that pain would give way to pleasure. When it did, it washed over him warm and sweet as hot chocolate. Subaru began to move his finger in and out, slowly, as he leaned over and kissed Kamui's right nipple, licking at it before taking it in his lips and sucking. Kamui gave a small cry, writhing, his fingers clutching the blankets as a second finger entered him . . . a flash of pain was followed by more honeyed sensations, which only got stronger as Subaru continued to lick his nipple . . . then suck . . . then kiss . . . then lick again . . . Finally, Subaru eased away, wiping his fingers off on a towel on the nighttable, and positioned himself atop the boy, manhood pressing at his entrance. They kissed tenderly. "Ready?" Subaru asked. Kamui nodded, and steeled himself. It would hurt at first, he knew that from their previous experience. Subaru's hardness pressed inside him, filling him, stretching him, and the pain was there. Kamui bit his lip, determined to get through it. Subaru paused. "Are you all right?" he said. "Yes," Kamui panted. "Please, Subaru . . . keep going . . ." Subaru began to move, slowly, pushing in and out . . . He moaned at the sensation of the boy's tight sheath gripping him, sucking him in, the heat enveloping him and seeming to spread through his whole body. He wanted to thrust deep and hard and fast, but he knew he had to build up gradually. Kamui began to groan as Subaru picked up the pace, every thrust bringing a small wave of hot tingles coursing through him. Gods, it was so good to be filled, to be *one* with him . . . his hips began to move with Subaru's thrusts, his fingers clutching at his lover's back, reaching up to tangle in his hair. The younger boy writhed, his body twisting this way and that like a serpent's, his head rolling side to side as he panted, gasped, moaned, eyes closed, mouth open and forming an O . . . until Subaru's lips claimed his, and they kissed passionately, tongues stroking rapidly as they moved together, over and over. Kamui tightened the muscles inside him, just a bit, and heard Subaru let out a deep groan of pleasure. He did it again, faster and tighter, and his lover cried out louder, thrusting deeper . . . and hitting a sweet spot inside Kamui. He moaned very loudly, bucking his hips, wanting Subaru to do that over and over . . . Subaru thrust fast and hard, knowing he was hitting Kamui's pleasure spot, and oh, gods, it was getting to be too much, too much, he was overwhelmed, burning, he was going to burst into flames any second, but it was so good, so good . . . Kamui tightened his arms around Subaru as the hot thrusts came over and over and over . . . and then, his breath caught, and his whole body stiffened as the world seemed to stand still. Then, there was a frantic release, and a flood of fiery, delicious sensation poured over him in waves, his whole body burning, and burning . . . and then relaxing, a sensation so exquisite it defied description filling him right to the tips of his toes. Subaru felt Kamui's passage grip him hard in the throes of orgasm, and it suddenly touched off an answering explosion inside him. He buried his face in the crook of Kamui's shoulder, muffling his cries as he was seized by one spasm after another of electric bliss, fading, then roaring back stronger than ever, consuming him until he finally sagged atop Kamui, limp as a rag doll, kissing him softly. * * * Sorata rushed up the stairs. Great, he thought. Everything was going terrific until then . . . stupid, stupid, stupid syrup, why did I have to leave it in my room . . . He found the bag on his bedroom floor, snatched the bottle and headed for the stairs. And then, a noise from Kamui's room made him stop, suddenly. He's groaning, he thought. He sounds like he's in pain . . . Sorata stood rooted to the spot. The noises inside . . . something was *definitely* wrong . . .He heard Kamui scream out Subaru's name. And where is *he* when Kamui's in trouble? he thought. He tried the door. It was locked. "Kamui!" he shouted. Downstairs, Yuzuriha, who was sitting at the table, gave a start. "Something's wrong with Kamui!" she cried, rushing for the stairs with Inuki bounding after her. Arashi followed, rapidly. Whenever something like this happened, they all automatically feared the worst . . . that Fuuma and the Dragons of Earth had come up with a way to breach the defenses of Clamp Campus, and they were attacking Kamui. The girls arrived at Kamui's door to find a frantic Sorata twisting the knob this way and that, fruitlessly. "What happened?" Arashi said. "He's hurt, or sick, and I can't get in!" Sorata cried, trying the door again. "Hold on!" Yuzuriha said, bringing her hands together. The others watched her start to concentrate, wondering if she was going to raise a keikkai. Instead, Inuki leapt into the air, his wolflike body instantly surrounded by white light. The light grew brighter, and the dog's body dissolved into pure, pulsing white energy, which rapidly reformed into the shape of a key. Arashi and Sorata watched in amazement. They knew Inuki could transform into a sword, or a shield, but this was a totally new skill. Yuzuriha snatched the key out of the air and fitted it into the lock. It worked perfectly. Inside, Kamui and Subaru sagged against each other, panting, holding each other, softly kissing . . . Their reverie was broken by the sound of the door rattling. "What was that?" Kamui said, sitting bolt upright. There was a clicking sound, like a key turning in a lock, and then the door swung open. And then, there were three faces staring at Kamui and Subaru, eyes and mouths wide open. The key in Yuzuriha's hand clattered to the floor and turned back into Inuki. The dog instantly averted his eyes, as if he could sense what was going on. Sorata put his hands over Yuzuriha's eyes and pulled her out of the room, rapidly. Arashi just turned crimson, then put her hands over her face and fled. Kamui just sat rooted to the spot, unable to comprehend what was happening. They *saw*, he thought. They saw Subaru and I . . . on the bed, naked . . . and it was obvious we just . . . Subaru was equally shaken. This is bad, he thought. This is very, very bad. They saw me, and it's embarrassing enough, but . . . poor Kamui . . . He put his hand on the younger boy's shoulder. "Kamui," he said, "What just happened was . . ." Kamui wanted to shrug the hand away . . . but he couldn't move. He was still in shock. "What just happened," he said, quietly, "was the most embarrassing moment of my life." "We didn't ask for that to happen," Subaru said. "It was totally an accident. If we went down and talked to them . . ." "I can't," Kamui said. "I can't face them." What good is that going to do? he thought. They all know about us now . . . and the looks on their faces . . . Arashi just ran away, and Sorata couldn't get Yuzuriha out of there fast enough. What do they think of me now? * * * Downstairs, the other three Seals sat around the table, the piles of food now forgotten. A dead silence settled over the room, as nobody could think of the appropriate words to say. Then, Sorata said, "Well . . . that *wasn't* what I was expecting to find." "I feel bad about it," Yuzuriha said quietly, looking down at the plate in front of her. "If I had known, I would never have opened that door . . ." "There was no way any of us could know," Sorata said. "Hell, you hear something like that around here . . . the last thing you think of its, well . . ." Arashi just sat quietly. It didn't surprise her that Subaru and Kamui were involved. She'd seen them together, she knew they looked like more than casual friends. But it was bothering her to have walked in on them at such an intimate moment . . . and to have experienced that moment with Sorata at her side . . . It was if an intimate moment had passed *between them*. And she didn't know if she was ready for that. "I think we should go apologize," Yuzuriha said, reaching down to ruffle Inuki's gray fur. The spirit-dog gave a small whimper, as if he were agreeing with her. Sorata shook his head. "Nah. He may not want to see us right now. We'll talk to him later, when he's ready." He took a fork and poked at the now-cold bowl of eggs. He hoped Kamui wouldn't be angry at them. He'd wondered just how much his friend cared about Subaru, and he'd been meaning to ask him about it. He'd just been waiting for the right moment. The last thing he'd expected was for the boy to have been suddenly, forcibly outed. He'll come down later, he thought. At lunchtime. And then we'll have a talk. * * *</pre><p><a href="./">Back</a></p><p><a href=http://www.dreamhost.com/donate.cgi?id=216><img border=0 alt="Donate towards our web hosting bill!" src=https://secure.newdream.net/donate1.gif></a></p></body></html>