Shinri: The next part won't come for a while.  Epee's on vacation.  I'm 
going to school.  *winces and throws the chapter*  Catch.


Seishirou's Disclaimer: They don't own us, but the Sakura owns them. 

The Game of You 
by Epeeblade and Shinri 

Part 1: Courtship 
Chapter 2: Compromising Positions 

    He stood at the doorstep, idly thinking about what he'd do in order to 
seduce the onmyouji.  "Maybe I should go for the 'kindly vet' approach...no, 
that wouldn't work.  Suave, mysterious guy?  Hmm...it _does_ seem to be the 
one he likes.  I could swear he almost swooned when I kissed his hand 
yesterday..." 
    /Just push the damned button, Seishirou,/ the Sakura impatiently 
muttered inside his head.  /I want to see some action./  The Sakurazukamori 
rolled his eyes and wished the damned Tree wouldn't keep butting into his 
business.  He finally pressed the doorbell and waited for Subaru to open the 
door. 
    A few seconds later, the man found himself staring at the Sumeragi, 
clothed in a jade-green sweater and a pair of faded denim pants. 
    Seishirou began to wish he had x-ray vision. 
    /Woo!/ the voice in his head hooted.  /You're gonna get laid, like you 
always do!/  The man smirked at that.  "Subaru-kun," he murmured as he bowed 
politely and gazed hungrily.  The younger man looked a bit uneasy as he 
smiled at him, and led him to the living room, chattering madly about how 
sorry he was about the mess (which was, in Seishirou's consciousness, 
nonexistent) and how he almost forgot that a guest would be coming over. 
    'Slipped your mind, Subaru-kun?  I'll make sure that you'll never forget 
me,' the man thought with amusement.  To be quite truthful, he's amazed by 
how much control the younger man had over himself.  The only indication that 
he was nervous was his pointless one-sided conversation. 
    "I'm hungry," Seishirou murmured as he gave Subaru a look that said 
"Suck me, beautiful".  The younger man smiled with relief as he led the man 
into the dining room, oblivious as to what the _look_ meant. 
    The Sakurazukamori never tor his gaze away from his prey, waiting for 
the right moment to strike.  The Sumeragi picked on his food, taking only a 
few bites of his meal.  The hunter watched as his victim unconsciously 
licked the food's flavor off his lips in the sexiest manner he had ever 
seen.  It didn't help that those damned hot lips keep dragging sauce off of 
the shiny black chopsticks, and his tongue unconsciously flicks out to draw 
the renegade rice grains into the burning honeycomb of his mouth... 
    /Seishirou?/ the Tree muttered nervously.  The assassin's eyes trailed 
lower, marvelling at the perfect column of the onmyouji's neck. 
    /Uh...Seishirou...about the dinner.../  The the barrow guardian ignored 
the Sakura as he began to think that the delicious man before him is wearing 
way  too much clothing.  /Seishirou, the food.../ 
    Finally, the predator pounced, plundering Subaru's mouth with his tongue 
as they both fell on the floor, elliciting a squeak of surprise from the 
green-eyed temptation. 
    'To hell with seduction,' Seishirou thought as his hand reached beneath 
the fabric of the sweater and caressed the silky skin his fingers came in 
contact with.  He could vaguely sense the man struggling underneath him, but 
he didn't care.  'You had it coming to you,' he snarled in his mind, 
ignoring the fact that he had just ruined dinner. 
    And then he began to wonder what made him snap. 
    He never snapped before, not like this.  How is this one any different 
from the others? 
    /Seishirou, you baka, he fed you some kind of aphrodisiac,/ the Tree 
groaned.  The man pried his lips away from Subaru's as he tried to catch his 
breath, his eyes glazed over with what could be nothing else but lust. 
    'Shit.  He drugged me?  Doesn't this fool realize that he doesn't _need_ 
to drug someone in order to get laid?' he hissed at the Tree he serves as 
his hands roamed over the trembling Sumeragi's body. 
    /I wouldn't know about that.  He doesn't seem to like what you're doing./ 
    'Then why the hell did he feed me aphrodisiac?' 
    /I don't think he was aware of the dinner's effects.../ 
    'And he ate some!  So why isn't he affected?' 
    /The aphrodisiac only takes effect when consumed in large amounts.../ 
    'Fuck.' 
    He finally pulled away from the emerald-eyed beauty, his body crying out 
from the sudden loss of contact.  "Gomen ne..." he breathed.  Subaru stared 
up at him dazedly, confused, frightened and... 
    The onmyouji tried to get up, and cried out in pain.  Seishirou winced.  
Subaru must have landed on that side of his hip.  "S-Seishirou-san...it 
h-hurtsss..." he said before biting his lip. 
    The Sakurazukamori was always a gentleman, and decided that this was 
probably not the time to be turned on any more than he already was by the 
other man's whimpers.  He settled for flattening his palm on the Sumeragi's 
hip and beginning a slow, circular motion, massaging the ache away. 
    "Better?" he whispered hoarsely.  Subaru's eyes were closed, and he was 
almost purring.  "Mmhmm...so much better, Seishirou-san..." he murmured in 
response.  Seishirou began to grit his teeth. 
    The fact that the Sakura was laughing like a hyena was _not_ helping. 
    He took it as a cue for him to leave.  He helped Subaru up and declared 
that he was going home, and that he was so sorry that he caused any trouble. 
 He was surprised that the Sumeragi actually forgave him and asked him to 
come over whenever he wanted to. 
    As he walked out the door, the Sakura cackled even harder. 

    "It was a what??" 
    "An aphrodisiac, Subaru.  A-p-h-r-" 
    "I know what an aphrodisiac is, Hokuto-chan," Subaru groaned.  "No 
wonder he jumped me." 
    "Well wasn't that the idea?" 
    "Hokuto-chan!" 
    There was a knock on the door, and Subaru excused himself from his 
sister as he limped toward the door, the bruise on his hip not quite healed 
yet. 
    He opened the door and found himself being hauled about by a very irate 
Fuuma.  "How could you!" the boy hissed.  "You hussy!  How dare you do this 
to me!  I thought we were friends!"  Kamui came rushing in, avoiding looking 
at Subaru as he calmed his friend down. 
    "We know what happened last night," the violet-eyed boy said with a 
blush.  "And that expalins your limp."  "Couldn't wait for lubricant, could 
you?" Fuuma snorted angrily as Kamui dragged him out of the room.  Subaru 
picked up the receiver of the phone and then spoke to his sister again. 
    "Sorry about that." 
    "So the plot thickens.  You boinked somebody's boyfriend." 
    "Nani?  Nothing like that happened!" 
    "What?  Hm, that date of yours had more control than I thought...Don't 
worry, I'll think of something..." 
    Subaru sighed defeatedly. 

Tsuzuku... 

What is happening?  Ask Epee.  ^.~