The
Ice King
by
ciaan
All
characters in this story are copyright to Chiho Saito/B-Papas.
Touga was seated at the heavy wooden
desk in his bedroom, carefully reviewing his papers of the last few weeks.
Bright afternoon sunlight spilled into the room through the wide windows.
Suddenly the door crashed open.
"There you are, Touga!" a deep voice shouted.
Touga turned in his chair to examine
the tall figure in the entranceway. Just
who I was expecting. "Shut the door, will you." He faced back to
the desk and returned most of the papers to a drawer.
Saionji strode into the room,
letting the door fall closed behind him with a thump. "You knew what he
was going to do, you helped him set me up to lose." he accused, a look of
clear anger on his face.
Touga regarded him levelly.
"You had a duel. You had a chance to win, and you didn't."
Saionji glared at him from the
center of the room, arms crossed over his chest. "You two set me up. She
used her own sword, and I lost. Then Miki goes in with his own sword. If
I could do that... the love and desire in my heart are stronger than hers! I
would win! I deserve Anthy and Eternity more than she does."
Touga stood up and approached him.
"Miki used his own sword, and he still lost to her." he said, placing
his hands on Saionji's shoulders.
"Miki is weak. He has skill,
but he doesn't know what he truly wants."
Touga smiled. "You're
right." He leaned forward and bit Saionji's neck, sensuously opening and
closing his teeth on the flesh.
"Touga," he growled,
"do not try to change the subject. Explain to me why you did this. What
does he want?"
Touga faced him again, blue eyes
meeting purple ones head on. "You've seen as much as I've seen. You've
seen the Ends of the World. You know his plan as well as I do." He moved
his hand and ran his fingers down the ridge of spine behind Saionji's neck.
Saionji stared at him. I don't believe him. He knows more than
that. But he's not telling right now. "Then what were you
doing?"
Touga shrugged. "I watch. The
closer I am to him while I watch, the more I see." He caressed Saionji's
earlobe with his thumb.
Saionji grabbed Touga's upper arms
and shook him hard. "Do you have to do everything he says while you
watch?"
"Saionji, you're so
forceful." Touga cooed in a falsely pleased and surprised voice.
"Damn it, Touga, don't mock
me!"
Touga reached up and unfastened
Saionji's collar. "How do you expect me to answer your questions when you
look like this?"
"I see. So he's rotted your
brain." Saionji replied derisively.
"Not any more rotted than
you've always been." Touga continued to loosen Saionji's jacket.
"Then you admit he's using
you."
Touga slid his hands under the cloth
and onto Saionji's stomach. "Everyone uses everyone. That's how the world
works. Those who deny it are doomed to always lose." He kissed Saionji's
collarbone, then up the neck toward the earlobe.
You're
not telling me right now, are you? Maybe if I go along with your current mood,
you'll give something away later, Saionji thought.
Touga nipped at Saionji's ear, and
drew his fingers in across his stomach. In response, Saionji tightened his grip
on Touga's arms and turned his head so their mouths met. As their tongues
clashed in a hard kiss, Touga thought, Giving
in already? He withdrew a little and bit Saionji's lower lip. What's your plan? How much do you want it?
He brought his hands up over Saionji's chest and slid his jacket off his
shoulders. It fell to the floor and crumpled into a heap. Then Saionji's hands
were behind his head, tangled in his hair, and they were kissing again, harder.
After a few moments, Touga pulled
back and away. By then, Saionji was fully in the mood himself. Touga stepped to
the bed, undoing his jacket as he sat.
Long ago, when it all began, it was
an exploration. They journeyed together to this strange new world of childish
fumblings. But soon it ceased to be their own private kingdom, and became a
universe of many inhabitants, as Touga learned that these feelings were not
caused by some special magic only Saionji could perform, but instead could be
elicited by anyone. They continued to return to each other, however, to
practice, to perfect their skills. And over the years the practice became, like
sword fighting, more and more of a contest.
Saionji approached Touga until he
stood between his knees, and leaned forward to look down on his upturned face,
hair falling around their heads in a thick green curtain. Touga stretched
upward to meet his mouth.
They had many contests. Sometimes it
was to see who could last the longest. Sometimes it was to see who could either
give or receive more pain, without, of course, interfering with the pleasure.
Sometimes they merely attacked each other, as if each second between them and
orgasm was an enemy that must be destroyed.
And sometimes they teased. As their
lips barely met, Saionji pulled upward, just a fraction of an inch beyond
Touga's reach. His warm breath pulsed against Touga's mouth as Saionji caught
his hands in his own. He brought Touga's hands to his face and kissed his
knuckles. Touga felt his arousal growing as the whisper of touch brushed his
skin, and Saionji's tongue flicked into the crevasse between his fingers. Just
the dry edge of his warm lips grazed Touga's palm, caressing it back and forth,
then the tip of his tongue. That tongue made an arc at the juncture of his
wrist, then traveled up his thumb and back down, repeating the same motion on
each finger. Then his lips reached the top of Touga's finger, and moved down
around it with tantalizing slowness, as his tongue continued to circle on the
fingerpads. Touga smiled and circled his head so his rich red hair brushed
against his own bare back. But he only did it once, or else he would appear too
eager.
Saionji glanced up at Touga's face
through his lashes and decided to change the flavor. He was still mad, after
all. Might as well use that. He bit down hard on the web of flesh between
Touga's thumb and fingers, and was rewarded by a slight gasp, followed by a
moan as he scraped his teeth across that web again. The little nips moved down
his palm and Saionji ran his open teeth up the inside of Touga's arm. He bit in
the crook of his elbow, and still holding his mouth there, ran his fingernails
lightly along the same skin his teeth had traced. He repeated that motion for a
few moments, just that, knowing that it continued to please Touga even as he
must surely be growing impatient for the next move. Then still doing it he
kissed his way up the rest of Touga's arm and to his shoulder. Suddenly,
Saionji shoved Touga's arms down to the bed, holding his hands there so he
leaned back partway. Touga tilted his head further back to expose more of his
neck as Saionji's mouth fastened on it, pulling his skin in with sharp suction.
Touga could feel his blood being brought to the surface and forming what was
sure to be an angry-looking mark. Saionji's mouth moved a little higher,
sucking and nipping at his earlobe exquisitely, as his neck still pulsed and
stung.
Then Saionji's hands were on Touga's
bare chest, pushing him down to the bed. He remained standing there, bent over
him, staring into his eyes. He began to rub his thumbs across Touga's nipples,
and Touga closed his eyes under the scrutiny, letting his face show his pleasure
to his audience. Saionji watched those eyelids close slowly, and the blissful
smile grow on Touga's beautiful visage. He wanted to shatter that contentment,
to make Touga lose control of himself. He knew it wasn't easy.
Once, and once only, Touga had cried
out Saionji's name in the throes of pleasure. "Oh, Kyouichi, ah!"
Saionji still cherished the memory of that triumph deep in his heart.
He raked his nails as hard as
possible down Touga's chest and stomach. The blue eyes flew open to meet his, but
the pleased expression only deepened, like the sudden red lines on his pale
skin. Saionji drew his fingers back up, this time only barely touching Touga.
The feather-light touch was calculated to be at once too much and not enough
after the sharp violence. Touga shivered, and his eyes closed again.
Saionji bent further down, his knees
resting on the bed now, between Touga's hips. He lightly kissed the upper part
of Touga's chest. His tongue circled in, drawing ever closer to the nipple.
Right as he reached its outermost edge, he began to circle back out again. He
moved over to the other one and did the same. His kisses covered Touga's ribs
as his hands caressed his slender waist, then his hipbones. He ran his hands
down his thighs, just missing the hardness under his pants. His mouth returned
to Touga's nipple, this time closing over it. He ran his tongue across, sucking
harder. His teeth brushed against the skin, and he bit down. The chest under
him rose and fell with rapid breath, and he could feel his own pulse quickening
as a result.
He kicked off the slippers he had
donned upon entering the Kiryuu residence, and then used his toes to pull the
identical slippers from Touga's feet. After one last bite, he pulled back and
straightened himself up. Touga opened his eyes partway and gazed at Saionji.
Then he slowly slid himself up the bed until he was on it entirely, his head
resting on the pillow. Saionji lay down on top of him, their whole bodies
pressing together. Their mouths combined again. Strands of green and red hair
twined together on the white coverlet. Touga wrapped his arms around Saionji's
back and dug his nails in. Saionji's hands were holding the sides of Touga's
face. For a moment they clung to each other, kissing deeply. Then Touga loosened
his grip, and one of Saionji's hands moved down to their waists. He slid it
between them and began to unfasten Touga's pants. He shifted his hips off Touga
and onto the bed itself and pulled the cloth loose. Touga reached down and did
the same to Saionji's clothes. Both sets of hands pushed the last remaining
tactile impediments down as far as possible, and then their legs wrapped and
rubbed against each other to get them even further off. Feet took over to
finish the job as they continued kissing.
Now completely naked, Saionji
shifted back on top of Touga. He buried his face in Touga's neck, biting at the
mark he had made only moments earlier. Touga enjoyed the sensation for a small
while.
Time
to switch now, he thought. Put my
plan into action. He's getting wild. He turned his head to whisper into
Saionji's ear. "My turn now." Saionji looked up at him, and Touga
kissed his lips again. He rolled over so they were on their sides. His kisses
moved from Saionji's lips to his cheek. He brushed his lips against the
sensitive spot beside his nose, then against his eyelashes, and softly kissed
his closed eyelids. He wanted... He wanted Saionji to feel that he cared.
Saionji's hand was still on his hip,
and Touga lifted it lightly and held it. Then he pushed down and pinned Saionji
to the bed, still kissing his face gently. His lips moved along the cheek to
the chin, and he traced the line of Saionji's jaw. Next he nibbled, still
softly, on his earlobe. His hands slid along Saionji's arms until they gripped
up near his shoulders, the grasp so tight that his fingertips were creating
future bruises. And the gentle touch of his lips continued to caress Saionji's
neck, moving to kiss under his jawbone. The side of his leg pressed against the
side of Saionji's leg. Touga let go with one hand, and transferred it to his
face. The tip of his nail brushed Saionji's lips ever so lightly, leaving an
electric tingle and tickle that called for something more to fulfill it.
Touga shifted his mouth down to
Saionji's chest, his hands following. His soft kisses traced their path over
Saionji's skin to his nipple. He just lightly flicked it with his tongue tip,
then sat up to examine his handiwork. Touga regarded Saionji's lean, muscular
body sprawled out across his bed. He did look good, very good. His highly
defined face was tilted back, deep purple eyes half-closed as he sank into the
sensations of the moment. Waves of forest green hair spread out all around him.
We match each other well, Touga
thought, glancing at his own long red hair draped over Saionji's stomach. I know we look good doing this. He
smiled, imagining someone watching them. Saionji was definitely better in bed
(and everywhere else) than the gaggle of girls Touga slept with. There is a
skill born of long familiarity. And,
the thought rose unbidden, when I'm with
him, I feel as if it's the right place to be. That feeling died quickly,
crushed under the sharp heel of his rationality. No, that way lies weakness. A picture of a pretty, pink haired girl
appeared before his mind's eye. It's just
that she seems to be something I cannot have. But I will have her. He bent
back down and sucked at Saionji's nipple to blot out the image. His teeth
rasped against the tense skin.
His hands continued to trace
delicate patterns on Saionji's sides, brushing up along the edges of his
armpits. The dry tip of his tongue wandered across his chest, outlining each
muscle. He ran his finger over a rib, imagining the stark white and solidity of
the bone itself, the impermanence of the familiar breath that panted below him.
This so brief moment would pass, this... this was why he did it all. Why he lay
in the arms of the one who was more skilled than Saionji, in those strange arms
that had the power of Eternity hidden somewhere. He had seen it... and he
wanted it. No pleasure could last without it. Pleasures had to be constantly
renewed. Touga's control extended through virtually all of Ohtori Academy, but
not to time itself.
But
my control still extends this far. I still know what I'm doing here. He
tilted his head, brushing his hair across Saionji's stomach. The edges of the
strands touched his groin, and Touga pulled his head further up to remove them.
Saionji gasped in response. His mouth pulled sharply on Saionji's nipple again,
drawing the skin up as much as he could. He slid his hands under Saionji's
torso and drew his nails down his back as he arched up. His cupped his ass for
a moment, his kisses moving down to his hipbones and along his thigh.
Touga shifted his position as he
continued to lick down Saionji's leg. He reached up gently to lift it slightly,
kissing the back of his knee. His own legs now lay across Saionji's arm. His
tongue ran through the fold, teeth catching at the softness. His mouth moved in
small circles as his hand slid along Saionji's calf and caressed his heel. He
ran his fingers softly across the arch of his foot. Saionji's toes flexed at
the sensation. He brought his fingers together in the center of his foot, then
spread them out, running the nails along the edges. Touga kissed his way along
the rest of Saionji's leg and brought his lips to the top of his foot. He
gently kissed his way down to Saionji's toes, wrapping his hands about each
ankle. His tongue darted out and ran between two of Saionji's toes. Then he
closed his mouth over his big toe, moving his lips over it at a very slow rate.
He sucked down to the base, then bit there. His hand on the other foot slid
down, lacing his fingers between all the toes, brushing against the pads on the
bottom. He raised up Saionji's foot and drew his mouth off the toe. His lips
brushed over the underside. He kissed his arch, running his tongue all around
it. Saionji writhed above him. Touga continued to lightly caress there with his
mouth, knowing that this was making Saionji wild again.
His tongue danced across Saionji's
skin as he twisted against Touga's side. Touga stopped and, before Saionji
could do anything rash, began sliding his way back up his leg. He bit softly at
a particularly sensitive point on his inner thigh, then harder. He was rewarded
with a sharp hiss of indrawn breath. His nibbles and licks moved up to
Saionji's hipbones and then, in a completely unexpected move, he took Saionji's
erection in his mouth. The point of this contest was to tease until the other
begged for more... direct stimulation, and certainly not to actually provide
that stimulation unasked-for. He felt Saionji's body tense in surprise and
pleasure beneath him, then relax as he flicked his tongue across the tip. The
rules were that whoever begged first, or asked, or even rubbed himself against
the other in such a way as to get direct contact, was the loser, and had to
pleasure the winner first before getting anything. By going down on Saionji,
Touga was claiming that he had lost.
He applied gentle suction, and heard
Saionji groan. Wrapping his hand around the base of Saionji's dick, he began to
draw it in and out of his mouth. The tips of his teeth brushed lightly against
the edge of the head, and he circled his tongue up it. His tongue circled some
more as his lips moved up and down. His fingers caressed the base, darting
lightly across Saionji's balls, his nails brushing his thighs. He pressed his
tongue into the hole at the tip. Touga sucked in hard again, then opened his
mouth slightly and let his breath blow across the moist skin. Saionji
shuddered.
Then Touga felt Saionji's hand on
his hip, and his mouth nudge at his thigh. If
you think you're conceding too, I have to convince you otherwise. He
shifted over, creating a better angle, and moaned deep in his throat as he felt
Saionji's lips slide down. He knew the vibration of that would feel good. He
also knew that any sound he made excited Saionji further. Now that I've asked you for it...
It was working out quite well. And he was glad he didn't have to wait
any longer. He continued stroking rhythmically.
He could feel Saionji doing the same
to him, in fairly good unison. Hmmm, yes,
that's what to do, he thought. He kept his timing controlled, slowing down
as he felt that Saionji was closer than himself. Saionji, however, increased
what he was doing to Touga. His tongue wrapped over and around the shape in his
mouth, and Touga had to hold the sensations away from his mind until Saionji
was gasping and tensing against his lips, pushing his hips up, and he knew he
was almost ready. Then he sped up again, allowing himself to be aware of the
heat rushing along his nerves, sensing the same reactions taking place in both
of them. The tension built up in stronger and stronger pulses, and Saionji's
orgasm filled his mouth just as he felt his own explode. What goes out replaced exactly by what comes in, he thought lazily
as he swallowed. He released Saionji, sucking gently at his softening skin one
more time.
Touga pulled himself up to lie
beside Saionji and kissed him. The last tastes of their pleasure mingled in
their mouths. Then he wrapped his arms about Saionji and laid his head on his
chest. Saionji began to stroke his hair, gently and somewhat possessively.
Touga could hear Saionji's slowing heartbeat under his ear. Oh Kyouichi, you have the same weakness as
everyone else. You let me into your heart. I know I shine there, in my own
special room. He touched the skin over that heart softly. I know what you want, and today I feel like
giving it to you. For a moment more he listened to the beat of that heart
that held him, then levered himself up to gaze into Saionji's face.
"He wants us all to fail. He
wants everything for himself." Saionji stared back at Touga impassively.
"Be on my side against him. Otherwise he'll take it all, and we'll be left
with nothing." Saionji remained silent. "If you work with me, I can
have my Prince, and you can have your Rose Bride, and we can grasp Eternity
together." Those amethyst eyes continued to fix on him. "How else are
you going to get anything? How else will you take it from him?" Kyouichi, you're so stubborn. I love it when
you stand up to me, but not right now. "This is your only
chance."
"Very well." Saionji
replied. "I'll be with you- against him."
Touga grinned. "I knew you
would agree." He bent down to kiss Saionji on the cheek, then the corner
of the mouth, then full on the mouth. I
knew you would give in to me. Then he lay back on his chest, hearing the
heart still beating there. One arm curled beneath him, and the other reached
out and took Saionji's hand that was resting on his stomach. The fingers that
had stopped stroking his hair when he shifted position resumed their motion.
Touga sighed contentedly, and Saionji, hearing the small sound, smiled.
So, I won, they each thought, and the golden afternoon sunlight poured over them.