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A mocha coloured eye peeked into the barely open doorway.
"Knock knock...." the voice belonging to the owner of the eye called out, ever so quietly. He thought furiously as he heard a gruff "What?" from inside.
'What do I say? What do I say?' "It's about... the... attack on the Aoiya!" he finally blurted out. A faint mumbling, followed by an annoyed sounding assent to enter was the next sound he heard.
Dressed in a light blue yukata, Kamatari padded into the rather large room, creeping nervously along the wall to a cushion on the floor across from the bed on which the owner of the room laid. Chewing a thin finger, Kamatari choked, his breath caught in his throat. Here was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen in his entire life. The deadliest too. And he was about to do -what-?
'This is crazy! You're about to get yourself killed, that's what you're doing.' Of course, while all this inner arguing was going on, Kamatari was still standing in front of the bed, heels against the cushion, staring at the figure on the bed, and chewing a finger.

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He stared. He simply stared. Laying on the bed, he'd been -almost- asleep when he'd heard the boy's voice at the door. Thoroughly annoyed when he'd heard that he had disturbed his nap to ask what were probably stupid questions, he just lay there, not even bothering to sit up, determined to have Kamatari out of his room in ten -no, five minutes.
His sleepy eyes wandered over Kamatari's form as it slinked across the room, reminding him much of a shadow. A rather -curvy- shadow. Not that he compared any to a real woman, but Kamatari had some decidedly feminine contours of his own. His eyes followed Kamatari across the room, first resting on his slim, but rather alluringly firm looking behind, then taking in the curve of Kamatari's hips as he situated himself in front of the cushion, as if he were debating on whether to sit down or not, and finally entrapped by the boy's lips, slightly parted with that pale thin finger thrust between them, a slight shiny whiteness showing as soft pink lips quivered a little against the chewing motions of his teeth on the finger.
'What the hell am I doing?' He closed his eyes tightly, groaning to himself.
'No matter what he looks like or how he acts, he's still no woman. Besides...' His own thoughts began a little argument. 'Besides what? There is no besides.. this isn't even a probability. If he were a woman, perhaps -then- you'd have to mention "besides... besides you have someone..". But he's not. There's no reason to even think of this any further.'
Drawing a deep breath, he threw an arm over his eyes. "What do you want, Kamatari?"

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Kamatari stood there, chewing his finger, trying to think of what to say.
'You moron! Even though you're only going to get yourself killed, you should have at least thought of a plan!'
"Baka..." he whispered to himself. Removing the finger from his mouth, he clasped his hands together behind his back, leaning forward slightly. Suddenly he began to chew on his lower lip, blinking over and over again as he wished he'd thought of what to say before he came.
"I haven't got all night. You interrupted my nap. I don't like my naps interrupted, Kamatari."
"I... I didn't know you were busy... I'm sorry. I can come back later..." He promptly turned and began walking toward the door.
"No." the man on the bed said, his voice full of irritation. He didn't want Kamatari to come back later. He wanted to get this business over with now.
Kamatari stopped next to the bed, turning back around to face the person there.
"Shishio-sama.." he began. Makoto peeked an eye out from beneath the bandage covered arm. Kamatari's face turned bright red. Makoto knew that the boy was flustered with being so near to him. How could anyone not see how much Kamatari loved Shishio? It was obvious in everything he did or said. Groaning, Makoto closed that eye, re-covering it with his arm. Chewing his finger again, Kamatari knelt beside the bed, gently placing his elbows on it. Silently he began moving the finger between his teeth, watching Makoto who was now very nearby.

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As he felt the shifting of the bed, Makoto's eyes snapped open. He flopped his arms down, almost sitting up, ready to attack- a reflex he could never get rid of, not that he wanted to.
Almost.. because as soon as his arms were out of the way, the first thing he saw was the entirely obscene sight of Kamatari, sucking his finger slowly.
For once he was lost. All thought escaped him, his every muscle tensed. All that existed in his world was that pouty little pink mouth and the finger incessantly sliding in and out of it. Suddenly aware of an extra heat his body was now emitting, Makoto shifted uncomfortably on the bed. He moved ever so slightly as not to disturb Kamatari as he continued to stare.

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'He's watching,' Kamatari's mind yelled. 'You're not dead. Yay! ..Wait.. No.. he's far from angry... Can't you tell? Keep going..' His finger moved a little faster as Kamatari's cheeks began to cave in a little from the suction he was creating. Pretending that his finger was Shishio-sama himself had let Kamatari throw himself into the little activity, his face growing warmer and warmer as he sucked on the little digit, his eyes clenched shut.
Suddenly, with a little *pop* noise, it was gone. 'That's it... he's annoyed again.' But that couldn't be any farther from the truth. In an instant, before Kamatari could open his eyes again, the finger was replaced by something else. Something... cottony. He didn't even need to open his eyes to know that Shishio had replaced the finger with one of his own.
Ignoring the odd taste of the linen that covered the finger, Kamatari gave it the treatment he had been giving his own a few moments before. Grabbing Shishio's wrist with both his hands, Kamatari set about licking, sucking and biting the finger as if he were giving Shishio a preview of what he had in mind for other parts of his body.
Makoto refused to say anything, let alone moan. He kept telling himself that this was only a distraction until Yumi returned from her trip. The one thing that made it okay for him was also one that he did not want to admit out loud... or in his mind for that matter: Kamatari was just so sexy he probably wouldn't even need to bother sleeping with him.
'So it's okay..' he hated the thought, but it was also a comfort. Kamatari had lost himself in the activity, holding Shishio's wrist still and bobbing his head up and down on the finger, creating a suction Makoto would not have believed if anyone had told him about it. His eyes were clouded over as Kamatari worked, staring at the ceiling of the room he saw absolutely nothing.
Kamatari had no reason to pretend anymore, this -was- a part of Shishio-sama that he held in his mouth, and the idea turned him on incredibly. It obviously turned Makoto on too, because very soon after Makoto felt that new heat, he also began to detect a new hardness. Yanking his finger away, he rolled over so that he was no longer facing Kamatari.

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He had been almost there.. almost to that edge of ecstasy... about to fall over when the finger was confiscated. Whimpering he reached out for it, but Shishio had turned. Full of courage after that first act, and desperate for Shishio to touch him again, Kamatari quickly circled the bed, swallowing hard as he dared to actually sit on it.
"Leave me alone, Kamatari. Go away right now, and I won't kill you."
Kamatari put on a rather fake hurt look at the words. He smiled coquettishly as he leaned over the bed, this passion giving him courage he never thought he'd ever have. 'If he's going to kill me for this.. at least I'll be having fun...' He pushed his thoughts away, reaching out to grab for Shishio's hand again.
Makoto looked down at the creeping Kamatari, ready to growl at him to leave.
The words caught in his throat as he found himself trapped yet again by the sheer sexiness of this boy. Lust clouded his eyes again as he rationalized yet another action he was about to take in his mind.
A wanton smile on his face, Kamatari had stretched out enough so that he could reach Shishio's hand. Flat out on the bed, face down, his kimono flattened over his firm slim buttocks. Shishio's thoughts dissipated like steam, all that mattered was that he touch Kamatari. He sat upright, leaning over and grabbing Kamatari's arms, pulling him further onto the bed. He didn't bother with rationalizations anymore, simply giving over to the passion building inside him.
At first Kamatari was terrified at the sudden movement. He thought he was dead for sure, but one glance up into Shishio's clouded eyes and he knew he was going to get what he wanted.
His arms were still held, but he deftly shifted position, neatly arranging himself directly in Shishio's lap. Releasing Kamatari's arms from his vice-like grasp, Makoto wrapped his arms around Kamatari's waist, pulling him even closer, crushing Kamatari's lips with his own.
Heaven. That's what Kamatari felt. Fireworks exploded behind his closed eyelids, only intensifying when he felt Shishio's moist tongue poking at his lips, demanding entrance. Of course it was readily granted; Kamatari's own tongue pushing against it, the two pieces of flesh twisting together, bumping into each other, fighting for dominance.
Makoto tightened his grip on Kamatari's waist, causing Kamatari to bounce at the sudden pain. They rubbed against each other, discovering yet another bliss-filled sensation. Kamatari twisted his hips, grinding himself against Shishio's lap, driving the man crazy.
No longer thinking at all, Makoto changed position, rising to his knees with Kamatari's legs wrapped around his waist. Their mouths remained locked together as Makoto lowered Kamatari to the bed, one hand still on his waist, the other now trying to push all the impeding fabric between them out of the way.
Kamatari's arms removed themselves from Shishio's shoulders and delicate hands joined the rough cloth covered ones in the endeavor to remove the bothersome clothing. Not willing to break their kiss just yet, they simply pushed everything aside.
Having thought ahead at least a little, Kamatari knew Shishio-sama would have no idea about the preparations and had taken care of it himself. Now he silently thanked his brain for that little bit of forethought as Shishio located the correct orifice and without warning thrust himself inside. The flashing lights that had been strobing in Kamatari's mind now exploded, bursts of colour and light being all he could see as Shishio moved within him, hard, rough, and fast.
Kamatari untwined his legs from Shishio's waist, bending his knees until they brushed against his shoulders. Taking the cue, Makoto maneuvered the smooth slim limbs to the outside of his arms, nearly draping them over his shoulders. Kamatari wound his arms around Makoto's neck, pushing back as hard as he could, determined to make sure Shishio-sama would never forget this.
Kamatari began to moan into the kiss. Wanting so much to hear that pretty voice call out his name, Makoto broke off the kiss, licking a trail down to Kamatari's neck, biting the soft pale skin there hard. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, but Kamatari screamed nonetheless, bouncing to meet each of Shishio's powerful thrusts even harder.
Makoto pounded into Kamatari, grasping the sheets below the boy and beginning to gasp for air. "You know--"
Kamatari nodded his head before the sentence was even done. He had figured Shishio's time limit would apply even to this. "Fifteen minutes.." He quickened the pace of his bouncing, the friction between their bodies bringing him closer to his own moment of release. Kamatari's body was covered in sweat, Makoto's body was burning, making Kamatari feel as though he was in a sauna.
Then all at once it stopped. There was one final lunge; one that nearly knocked Kamatari off the bed, and one last bite, causing Kamatari's own orgasm. He clenched his fists at nothing, clawing at Shishio's back, and even his toes -still dangling in the air -trembled as the intense wave of ecstasy flowed through him as he gasped, "Shishio-sama...!"

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Absolutely no thought given to anything but the beautiful angelic boy sleeping curled up within his embrace, Makoto also drifted off amidst the ruined sheets and discarded soiled clothing, dreaming of Kamatari and thinking of a way to plan another night like this. Kamatari whispered something in his sleep, "Ai shiteru...", before shifting and twisting himself into Makoto's chest even more, causing strong bandage covered arms to claim him in a tight hug as they slept, dawn creeping through the high window.