Tonight, A Night, One Night
by Kristin Huntsman


        Eyes of blue and green, now a hazel red with anger... with pain... 
with guilt... and with blood....
        The slick blood coated Seishirou's fingers even as the beautiful, 
fragile eyes flushed with crimson momentarily.  All the beautiful emotions 
flooded his mind: relief, release, an ending, closure....
        "Subaru-kun," he whispered, supposting the boy with both the hand 
through his center and the other on his back as they both went to their knees, 
Subaru dying.
        Dying.
        "Forgive me, Subaru-kun," Seishirou whispered, breaking one of the 
binds on Subaru's memory.

*     *     *

        Tokyo Tower at night was very... interesting.  Especially being locked 
in with Seishirou-san, Subaru thought to himself, looking out over the soft 
lights of the city.  He sometimes wondered about his friend, who professed 
great love for him, yet consistently teased him to the point of where he began 
blushing and stammering.  Seishirou-san was so kind and intelligent and 
interesting, but sometimes Subaru wondered who he really was, how Seishirou-san 
truly felt about him.
        "Subaru-kun."
        Subaru looked up and away from the window.  Seishirou had moved right 
behind him without his noticing.
        "What are you thinking of?" Seishirou asked, gently winding his arms 
around him.  Subaru tensed, then forced himself to relax, sensing no malice in 
the gesture.
        "Nothing much," Subaru responded, looking back out at the city.  "Just 
things, Seishirou-san."
        "Mmm," Seishirou replied softly.  "So we're locked in and your work is 
finished.  Have you anything to do?"
        "I brought a deck of cards...."

*     *     *

        Another crystal binding broke.

*     *     *

        Subaru lay warmly in Seishirou's arms, his heartbeat almost level 
again.  He felt just tired enough to drift off into sleep, but Seishirou-san's 
light nuzzling of his hair kept him peacefully awake.  He wasn't quite sure 
what had happened....
        As he tried to recall, his eyes slowly drifted shut regardless of 
Seishirou's light, familiar touches.
        "Subaru-kun."  Seishirou's soft speaking of his name kept Subaru from 
drifting into sleep entirely.
        "Mmm?" Subaru drowsily questioned.
        "Are you content?"
        "Yes," Subaru replied on his next breath.
        "That's good," Seishirou whispered.
        "Mmm," agreed Subaru, drifting relaxedly into dreams.

        Seishirou paused, feeling Subaru's exhausted form fall asleep in his 
arms, then whispered "I like you, Subaru-kun."

*     *     *

        "I like you, Subaru-kun," Seishirou whispered, then broke the last tie 
that he had set on Subaru's memory of that night.

*     *     *

        Subaru gasped and trembled, his body caught up in sensations he 
couldn't quite understand, couldn't quite get a grasp on or control....
        He moaned in almost-pain as Seishirou's hand caressed his flat stomach, 
tracing lightly over the definitions of his muscles, then curving upwards even 
as a gentle kiss touched the side of his neck from behind.  Seishirou's teeth 
ran lightly up his neck while a soft breath ruffled through Subaru's hair.  
"Seishirou...san..." he moaned.
        "Subaru-kun," Seishirou whispered in reply, fingers lightly tracing up 
the inside of Subaru's thigh even as his other hand massaged the small of 
Subaru's back, making him relax slightly.
        Subaru moaned again as Seishirou's hips rocked up, driving him further
in.  <Oh Gods,> he thought, whimpering as a new wave of pleasure crashed over 
him, <Seishirou-san....>  Seishirou's hand moved to stroke him, playing around 
his length and tip, and Subaru suddenly gasped for breath as all his muscles 
tightened involuntarily and he was slammed into again with an intense wave of 
pleasure.
        Seishirou gasped and continued playing with Subaru, his breathing more 
labored than before.  Subaru whimpered, writhing as Seishirou's fingers played 
over his body, heightening the sensations until he couldn't take the pleasure 
anymore.
        "Seishirou...san," he whimpered as the pleasure overtook him and with 
release came blessed darkness.

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Author's Ramblings: This story is based upon two things, the first of which is 
        the infamous Seishirou-killing-Subaru poster, which is now hanging on 
        my wall, and of which I did an analysis that scared Eagle-chan.  The 
        second thing this is based on is the events of TB vol. 1, specifically 
        the morning after Subaru and Seishirou were locked into Tokyo Tower 
        (CLAMP must pay a lot of money to the city or whoever, given how often 
        they "rent" the Tower to "shoot" mangas and animes there!).
                Okay, who can I blame?  My own etchi self, obviously.  Also 
        Kanoe-san, for reading me that part of the TB vol. 1 translation over 
        the phone and shamelessly speculating, Subaru-san for sending her the 
        translations and instructing that I was to read them at some point to 
        make my stories more accurate, Eagle-chan for various reasons which 
        she knows, Stephanie-chan for enjoying my stories, RR for everything, 
        Steven-san for hanging out with us at AX, making this year's con 
        particularly memorable, and giving me a favorite TB truism, and my cat, 
        for being a constant when things change inside me so easily.