"Just So" [Tokyo Babylon/X 1999, Seishiro/Subaru, PG13]

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Title- Just So
Author- fireun
Rating- PG13
Warnings- as the prompt said, sadism and cigarette burns
Word Count- 400
A/N- for the prompt "Tokyo Babylon, Seishirou/Subaru: cigarette burns, sadism "I came to represent and carve my name within your chest" though it called for Tokyo Babylon, I ended up in the X time setting. sorry about that! hope you enjoy just the same

            It wasn’t fear that held him immobile, nor was it confused denial. He had outgrown childish demands that it all be a dream or an assumption he merely misunderstood. It was a nightmare without the nuance of distress. Subaru was a casual observer of his own depredation.

            It had been years, but Seishiro still drifted in a cloud of the singular blend of bird, blood, and flowers that was his osmic calling card. It was nostalgic, or would be, had Subaru not practiced long and hard at treating nostalgia the same way most people dealt with nightmares. Seishiro leaned close, the difference in their height not as amusing or daunting as before, and exhaled a dragon’s sigh of smoke at Subaru’s face, its bitter tang obliterating anything sweet Subaru might have found hovering in the air.

            It might have been another hallucination, a haunt come creeping out from behind forced nonchalance as the sun slipped down for the night. But no demons of the purely mental disposition were ever interested in using his forearm as an ashtray. Seishiro casually tapped hot ash onto Subaru’s arm, his expression anything but malicious.

            Subaru flinched, a purely reflexive attempt of his nervous system towards self preservation. Seishiro smiled.

            It was the smile, more than anything else, a quick flash of teeth as the corners of Seishiro’s eyes crinkled up in amusement. Subaru felt a bit of ice melt, allowing a bit of optimistic affection to uncurl just far enough to be scalded back into retreat as Subaru made himself meet Seishiro’s eyes.

            Seishiro’s eyes never could properly mimic the amused adoration his face would have you believing.

            The blind one was safer to stare at, expectedly emotionless, far less daunting than it’s equally, unexpectedly, lifeless partner.

            Seishiro didn’t loom, not anymore, but he was tall enough, and close enough, to fold around Subaru in an embrace that felt more like a restraint than its affectionate cousin. Seishiro’s lit cigarette traveled up the skin of Subaru’s arm in a macabre parody of foreplay, scorching hair and scalding skin. Subaru was a listless lover, staring up at Seishiro dispassionately.

            “You always surprise me.” Seishiro gently complimented, pulling Subaru against him tightly enough that each could feel the other’s erection.

            Theirs never had been a relationship with an easy definition.

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[animegoil.livejournal.com]

*sigh* Oh, these boys.... they're so screwed up it's almost not funny. You know, Maroon5's album, Songs About Jane... a lot of their songs remind me of this pairing. Particularly 'Shiver'. Those lyrics are just... perfect for them. "There may not be a way to get to your heart, so I guess I better find a new way in" "Getting under your skin" "Immobilized by the thought of you, I'm paralyzed by the sight of you" "Hypnotized by the words you say / Not true but I believe them anyway" :) Among other lines, those are just the ones I remember off the top of my head.