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Date: 03.16.2006 [backdated and after this log]
Rating: NC17
Summary: More repercussions of Saeki's disappearance, Oshitari's powers, etc. Sex and angst.



It was rare for the red-haired speed mutant to lie motionless. Even in sleep, his body twisted and tossed restlessly. Too much energy trapped inside, building up until he woke jarred and jittery and desperate to move. He only completely held still when he was exhausted beyond measure, and that involved either a long, drawn out bout of running at a gym or an intense, equally long bout of sex with his lovers.

Kamio had no hopes of either, even if he wasn't across the city from the Brotherhood's manor, holed up in a small apartment that they had found. The closest gym was a human establishment; that alone meant trouble to the redhead, coupled with the fact that he couldn't exactly hide his mutation when he was dealing multiple blows to the nearest punching bag.

And sex…was the furthest thing from his anxiety-ridden mind.

The redhead shifted in slumber, restlessness only spurred on by dream-hazed worries. From his side, the boxer-clad teen rolled onto his back. His breathing was shallow, head shifting from side to side for a moment before he felt comfortable again. Even then, a finger twitched; a leg scooted to one side, then back; socked toes curled and uncurled. Every motion was mere fractions of seconds apart. Legs splaying apart, Kamio rolled his hips unconsciously and slipped back into deeper sleep.

Oshitari watched Kamio silently as the morning sun began to lighten the darkness of the bedroom. Beside them on the bed was a painfully empty space, where Saeki should have been dead to the world, his tail flicking every now and again in his sleep.

The redhead wasn't sleeping well. Well, that made two of them.

But Kamio's adrenaline was making it a problem for him, Oshitari could tell. Usually the younger mutant had an outlet for it...but now he didn't. Plus, as spaced out and distant as Oshitari had been and the toll their shared emotional dependency on each other was taking in Saeki's absence was only adding to the stress, for both of them.

Oshitari was stable enough at the moment, calm and quiet and somewhat rational. He was sure he'd lapse again; there was something wrong with him, he knew. But right now, he was fine.

But Akira wasn't.

Sliding down the bed slowly and carefully, he shifted himself between the redhead's splayed legs, keeping himself upright with his elbows on either side of slim, boxer covered hips.

For a moment he just stared. Akira, alive, relatively unharmed and here...something in his chest twisted hard and he didn't dare look over at the empty half of the bed. Instead, he began dropping feather light kisses on that pale white stomach. He closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of Kamio, even as his lover twitched underneath him.

With the palm of one hand, he carefully and slowly traced Kamio's cock under the thin boxer material. The organ began to instantly harden and swell under his touch. A sign the redhead was letting his levels build up too much. Hooking his fingers into the boxer's waistband, he moved up slightly, working the fabric very carefully down.

Freeing the still stiffening erection from its confines, Oshitari slid back up, his tongue flicking out to make a long lick up the length of it. Working silently and continuously at stimulating it, he licked a drop of moisture from the tip, drawing Kamio's entire cock into his mouth and down his throat.

Kamio gave a small, sleepy groan, eyelids fluttering softly at the feeling of…warmth. Moisture. Sliding down his cock. It made him shudder and draw a shaky breath, his hips squirming upwards without any awareness.

Still, he wasn't awake yet. His eyes were heavy with the need to sleep, but neither his body nor his mind had been cooperating lately. And it was only exhaustion that drove him into sleep, fitful and uneasy. Even under the best of circumstances, the redhead could only sleep for three -- four at most -- hours at a time, then the compulsion to move seized him again. Banji, and even the doctor before that, had made it clear that there was little for him to actually do about the constant build of adrenaline but expend it.

Unless he wanted to be sedated for the rest of his life. And even that wouldn't stop it so much as his ability to react to it.

The routine he'd settled into was scattered now, empty. He woke up in fits and starts, immediately checking that his blue-haired lover somewhere nearby, that Oshitari wasn't screaming in pain or running fever anymore…that he was really there. If he wasn't doing that, then he was checking his phone, his email -- something, anything that gave him the barest hope of contact.

It still hadn't come, and the silence was driving his anxiety higher. His power was spiking every so often, though not in development. It had been days since the slender redhead had actually worn himself down completely; he wasn't able to, wound up as he felt and with no real outlet. Even in sleep, his power rebelled the utter lack of movement -- but Kamio had simply felt to out of sorts to do anything about it.

He was close to waking, the slight buzz of his power making his body feel static. His mind lay right on the verge when he felt…engulfed. Thin hips jerk, and he started awake with a startled gasp. The redhead scrambled up onto his elbows, his stomach heaving with a startled breath as he glanced down his torso into deep blue eyes. Crimson flushed Kamio's cheeks. "Uhm…Yuushi?" he hissed.

Meeting the redhead's electric blue eyes in the dim light of the room, Oshitari pulled his lips up, extracting another gasp from Kamio as he released him long enough to shush him. Rubbing his hand over one exposed thigh, his fingers stroking, he kissed the tip of Kamio's cock that rested on his lower lip.

"You need this", he murmured to the other mutant, his Kansai-accented voice hoarse. Dropping his eyes to concentrate on what he was doing, he nuzzled Kamio's erection, flicking out his tongue to lap at the head before swallowing it down again, easily drawing it down his throat.

"I…no, I'm fine," the redhead began, then Kamio inhaled sharply, any further protest dying on his lips the moment Oshitari swallowed his erection again. His hips bucked up, and his leg muscles stiffened as one of the blue-haired mutant's hands continued to rub his thigh. Kamio's head fell back as he took another gasp of air. Then he raised it back up, watching through half-lidded eyes as his cock disappeared into Oshitari's mouth.

The redhead clenched his teeth. Already, his muscles were quivering and his breath was catching in his throat.

Not listening, Oshitari set a rapid pace, keeping time with Kamio's jerking hips. If anything was his specialty sex-wise, this was it, and he paused every handful of seconds to pull back all the way to Kamio's head, wrapping and flicking his tongue over it, teasing the slit before sucking it hard and resuming his swallowing.

Akira needed this, no matter what he said. Even beneath his hand, he could feel the muscles tense and twitch rapidly. Slipping his hand off of Kamio's thigh, he moved it beneath his chin to stroke and cup the redhead's testicles.

Was that his imagination, or had he heard a low purr?

He didn’t want Oshitari to exert himself, no matter how ungodly good it felt. And still, any protest he might make was lost among the breathy gasps and harsh pants he made as Oshitari continued to swallow and suck on him. He could feel his pulse throbbing, the pressure getting faster as the adrenaline coiled inside his muscles. They clenched tight, his stomach twisting into a knot, when Oshitari's fingers ran across his testicles. His hips were moving faster. The muscles strained as he fought against desire to let go and just loose control.

Next to him was a soft purring sound. Kamio's eyes blinked, hazy and distant for a moment, before he was pulled back to himself by another long lick. The redhead moaned, arching on the bed. His elbows were pressed in the mattress, providing him with more leverage to thrust into Oshitari's mouth, and his feet scrambled in the sheet balled up around them.

"Ah…Yuu," he choked out, before clenching his teeth again. He wanted to come. Needed to, so bad that it felt like he was going to start screaming if he didn't. But no…apartment. Neighbors. "Fuck…Yuushi…"

He could get so very addicted to this, tasting Akira in his mouth, feeling his muscles tremble and twitch rapidly under his fingertips.

But Kamio needed the release, and that's what Oshitari worked towards, his throat constricting tightly around the redhead's cock with each swallowing motion. He heard the warning just before Kamio's body started to shake hard, but he kept his lips sealed around the erection, drinking down Akira's come, even licking him clean as the redhead began to calm down.

He felt the barest touch of something soft and furry against his neck, but he was too entranced with the feel of Kamio's skin beneath him that it didn't quite register.

Kamio shuddered one last time, drawing several rapid, deep breathes as his legs and upper body went limp onto the mattress. His extremities trembled just slightly for another moment, then stilled. Eyes closed, the redhead focused on inhaling and exhaling, letting a moment of calm -- of not moving, not having to move -- settle over his body.

He felt exhausted, heavy…his limbs were languid as he stretched out on the bed. And the purring was louder in his ear, closer. He even felt breath against the side of his neck, and the bed shifted a little as something settled. Kamio stirred a little, his mind shut down by his orgasm. Still, his eyes slit open, finding the ceiling above him. The overhead light was off, the bulb bare of a shade.

"Mmmm?" he sighed, moving a little himself. Tired eyes glanced down at the mutant still between his legs, then his gaze turned with his head and he glanced at the other side of the bed. Expecting to see nothing more than a pillow, he felt his eyes widen and his mouth opened with a small gasp as he stared at the form stretched out beside him.

Blue eyes sparkled above a malevolent smirk.

"Fuc…Kou?" he whispered.

Lost in the stillness of the moment, Oshitari missed Kamio's whisper, sliding up the redhead's body to press kisses up his chest and neck.

Except that the tingling, soft feeling of fur was now more pronounced, sliding down his back as he moved up.

Pausing without thinking, he reached out a blind hand for Saeki, catching the tiger mutant in the corner of his eye. He wanted both of his lovers near.

His hand reached out, seeking, just as Kamio moved. And passed through Saeki's smirking image without touching anything.

Oshitari blinked once, twice, not understanding. The bed was empty, had been the whole time. Realization hit him hard, and he choked on a shuddering exhalation, his entire body tightening in pain.

"No...", he whispered roughly, clutching at the sheets where Saeki should be...and wasn't. He slid off of Kamio, curling up, desperately trying to make his power work again, just so he could feel Saeki's touch, hear his laugh, smell his smell...anything.

It didn't work. He stroked the sheets, oblivious to the stinging wetness in his eyes.

Come back...come back...

Kamio's throat tightened as his hand slipped through the illusion. It dissipated around his fingers.

Not real…of course. He swallowed dryly, his reactions slowed by the weariness that settled into his limbs. Oshitari's powers had fooled them both again, and he was just about to turn, reassure the blue-haired mutant that it was okay. It wasn't his fault, after all.

But the redhead would forgive his lovers -- no, his lover right now -- anything.

His words died in the back of his throat, however, as he watched anguish veil the other's eyes. Before he could speak, Oshitari was grabbing at the sheets, climbing off his body. The air was cool on Kamio's skin, sending goose bumps all along his bare flesh.

"Babe," he murmured, forcing himself into a sitting position. He kicked off the ball of blankets at his feet, tossing aside his boxers as well, and carefully draped himself over Oshitari's side. Face pressed against the side of the other's neck, he took hold of the hand stroking the sheet and squeezed. The fingers of his other hand laced into blue hair, petting softly. "Yuushi," he sighed.

He could hear the other's thoughts -- projecting again, just words this time, but the desperate cadence tore at the redhead. He hated seeing Oshitari like this as much as he hated seeing the empty side of the bed where Saeki used to lay.

More so, though, he hated not knowing what to do for either of them.

He'd never done less than revel in his own power before, but at that moment, Oshitari hated it. Hate itself was such a foreign feeling to him. Disdain, contempt, amusement...those he knew, could dispense easily. Hate took emotional involvement...emotional involvement he unfortunately had at the moment...

With a muffled, strained curse into the bed sheets, he twisted around, snaking arms around Kamio and dragging the speed mutant underneath him, his lips seeking and devouring.

He wanted something...to feel something other than this pain he couldn't control, or this anger he didn't want to control. He needed Akira close, where he could feel him and know he was really there.

"Akira", he whispered between kisses, each one filled with longing and need, "Akira...please..."

Kamio gave a surprised squawk as he found himself pulled onto his back and underneath the taller mutant. Not that his protest lasted long, nor was he really protesting. Each kiss drowned out his voice, tongue filling his mouth before he could murmur encouragement or comfort or…anything. He opened his mouth wider and moaned into the kiss.

"Ah…Yuushi," he finally managed to say. His voice cracked a bit at the end as the other's lips sealed his again.

Desperate -- that was the only way to describe the kisses. Desperate and needy and filled with so much longing. The redhead mutant couldn't deny them either; he felt the same, though he wanted to do nothing more than bury the pain as quickly as he could. This was why he hadn't planned on getting attached to anyone to begin with -- but that had been almost a year ago, and he knew now that he couldn’t have avoided it.

Or he could leave. It was so tempting, but…

If it had just been him, then perhaps he could. However, Oshitari was here…Oshitari needed him to be here.

So, Kamio wasn't going anywhere.

Instead, he squirmed in the other's hold, moaning softly as hands brushed over his sensitive skin. He untangled his limbs from the other mutant's hold, and curled his arms around Oshitari's neck. Breaking away from the demanding kiss, he panted a heated, "Okay, Yuushi…okay."

It was all Oshitari had to hear, overlooking the fact that he didn't feel as though he could stop anyways. And damn it, he wanted to be gentle, but knew his lips were bruising the smaller mutants, and his hands were gripping tight enough to leave marks later.

Releasing one hand from the redhead, he slid a hand under the far pillow, knowing what was under there but trying so very hard not to think about who had put it there and for what purpose. Dragging the brand new tube of lubricant out from under the pillow, he made fast, nimble-fingered work of the cap and coated three of his fingers more than generously, plunging them into Kamio without warning as the other clung to him.

Gods, he wanted. He wanted Akira now. But he had enough presence of mind left not to hurt him...they both hurt enough at the moment.

Kamio moaned through the bruising kiss, his hips pushing against Oshitari's cool, slick fingers. Even as he squirmed, his fingers sought the back of Oshitari's hair. They tangled in the blue strands and tugged the other the mutant's mouth tightly against his own. The redhead arched again and moaned louder.

His body was recovering from his previous orgasm quickly. Already, his erection was forming again, and he could feel his pulse quickening. He wasn't thinking about anything else -- he couldn't, even though some part of him was vaguely aware of the lack of another set of hands on him.

Forcing those thoughts aside, Kamio shifted in Oshitari's hold. He slid his hand between them, his own fingers searching down the illusionist's still too thin stomach to brush against his erection.

The blue-haired mutant jolted at the touch, moaning, hips twitching towards Kamio's fingers instinctively. The redhead almost made him feel like he was a fumbling amateur at this, and Oshitari shook his head slightly, fingers seeking and pressing hard against that subtly different spot inside of Kamio, watching hungrily as his lover writhed and responded.

Recapturing kiss bruised lips, he wasted no time withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with his swollen cock, setting a hard and fast pace that had them both gasping through their groans and grunts. The air was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

Desperate, needy, and determined to fuck the ability to think out of them both, Oshitari backed off every time he felt one of them come close to orgasm, drawing it out more and more. He himself was so close that he had to muffle his cries in Akira's neck, sucking hard on the pale skin there.

Kamio wasn't sure how much more he could take; each time he was right at the edge, the blue-haired mutant back off or slowed down and the change in rhythm left the red-haired mutant panting and squirming under him. He couldn't make more than a few shaky sounds, his voice cracking at the edges and his lips almost constantly being devoured by Oshitari's. The redhead's hand were a blur of movement; clawing and scratching one moment, then the next, locked around Oshitari's arms and squeezing hard enough to leave more bruises on too-pale skin.

His legs were tangled around Oshitari's waist, and as the other changed pace again, angled deeper into him and slowed down, Kamio felt his extremities start to tremble. The shakes spread quickly through his limbs. Slim hips bucked into each thrust the blue-haired mutant made, trying to establish a quicker counter rhythm to Oshitari's tortuous pace.

"Yu…Yuushi," he groaned between kisses and gasps. "Can't…I…nee…" His voice cracked again, the words coming out as a moan.

Oshitari rolled his hips faster, unable to hold back any longer. Kamio was so hot and tight around him...he groaned louder with each deep, quick thrust, the redhead's hands so fast over his skin that it felt like there were several of them at once.

"Ah...ah...Kira, gods..." Sealing his lips over Kamio's once more, a hand stealing into sweaty red locks, Oshitari came, pounding endlessly into the speed mutant.

The aftermath was a white-tinged blur for him, and he gradually came back to himself, panting hard into Kamio's neck where he'd collapsed.

The redhead groaned as the other mutant's weight pressed on top of him. He was still gasping for breath, his eyes open and fixed on the white ceiling above him. Stilling, finally and completely, Kamio let his hands rest on Oshitari's back while the other continued to pant heavily. His legs were still tangled around the blue-haired mutant's waist.

Tilting his head to the side, Kamio laid his cheek against the side of Yuushi had and sighed deeply, enjoying just the sound of their breathing. Finally, he had to move his legs -- they were getting cramped -- and he let them drop to the bed, limp. The redhead yawned a little as he reached up to run fingers through Oshitari's hair. He wanted to drift off, truth be told, but at the same time…he wanted to be sure that his lover was going to be okay for awhile longer, while he slept.

He mumbled incoherently at the fingers in his hair, enjoying them but not completely registering it. Or much else for that matter. Oshitari had the presence of mind enough to roll off of Kamio and drag the redhead over with him to switch their positions, but his mind and body were finally tired enough to shut down completely.

His last coherent thought, as he sleepily ran a hand up and down Kamio's sweat dampened back, was Saeki's name. He promptly fell asleep after.