damned_institute | Nightshift 27: M61

The light glowing up from the floor where both of their flashlights were directed at gave Kikyo an eerie aura, his pale skin almost glowing in the darkness. Seishirou smiled in respond, his mismatched eyes curving in pleasant amusement, lashes shadowing his dark gaze.

"Kikyo-san, fancy meeting you here," he murmured softly as if it had been a pure coincident for them to cross paths. "You've been well?" he asked politely as he stepped back to give Kikyo more space for entering his hallway.

A slight nod in thanks and Kikyo stepped through the door to the hallway behind it.

"Quite well, thank you," he replied politely, as though it were just another day in the life of the neighborhood ikebana instructor. He appreciated the carefree banter with this man, a like-minded individual who could speak calmly of the mundane when they could really give a flying fuck about the rest of the world. No better way to unwind after a tense meeting with the person who could change everything in Kikyo's world.

He paused as he waited for Seishirou to lead the way, not knowing where they were headed, or not caring either.

"And yourself? I trust you have been keeping yourself entertained," he continued with a dark smile.

No destination in mind, Seishirou lead them aside from the doorway and paused himself. At this very moment he missed the scent and taste of cigarettes like mad, the addiction of his blood not quite as easily forgotten as the one of his mind. He'd have to take action about this matter eventually, to satisfy a craving he was not quite ready to dampen all together.

"Thank you, I've been well entertained, indeed," he answered with a light chuckle, his one amber eye resting on Kikyo curiously. The tone of he conversation neared the one lingering between himself and the mysterious priest as well, and briefly Seishirou thought if he should introduce the two men to each other.

Shaking off the thought for now, he smiled at Kikyo sheepishly. "I must apologize for the last night. I was unable to reach our meeting place. I hope you didn't try to cross the sunroom either."

"I'm glad to hear it," Kikyo replied, letting his eyes meet Seishirou's mismatched gaze. What was it exactly that he saw there? Something so familiar, warm and cold at once.

With an agreeable smile, he reassured him that their missed appointment from the night before was no fault of either party. "No apologies are necessary, I assure you. I was detained by other matters before reaching the Sun Room, myself," he said. With an elegant arch of an eyebrow he added, "It is no matter. For we are here, now."

"Indeed," Seishirou purred, the curve upon his lips deepening, corners of his mouth slipping up with a hint of devilish amusement glimmering within his metallic gaze. "And no cooking equipment to be seen around. I must disappoint you again tonight. I'm sure the wonders of my culinary skills would have been a matter of great importance for your curiosity, but I'm afraid it seems the sun room is quite often occupied nowadays by forces that seem impenetrable."

With a different kind of smile this time, pale but no less potent, the gaze of curiosity and indifferent dare pouring down to Kikyo's golden eyes, he reached up and curled his fingers around a lock of raven hair on Kikyo's shoulder. "And what kind of host would I be if I'd render my guest into danger in the first place?" He let the strands slip away slowly as he murmured the words softly.

"So it seems," Kikyo answered with a low purr. He wondered whether all things in this institution was quite so impenetrable, but these are thoughts that no gentleman would voice out loud...not even a fake one.

His eyes followed the long fingers that reached toward him to twine into his hair for a brief but meaningful moment. Kikyo's smile deepened further, smooth and dark. He chuckled softly as he said, "I am sure you would never be so careless."

He tilted his head just a little, letting the lock of hair that slipped from Seishirou's fingers tumble down over his shoulder.

"And neither would you be so careless as to leave me disappointed, either."

Seishirou laughed, his amusement rippling through his throat huskily. The game had begun, and he felt like playing.

"I'm pleased that you think so highly of me," he answered with a slight tilt of his head to the same direction as Kikyo had shifted a moment before, following his gaze.

"And such as it is, I find myself lacking the resources to satisfy you with my cooking skills." He said softly as he let his gaze make a small detour to the arch of Kikyo's neck and then back to the golden gaze, briefly wondering if Kikyo liked to tease as well. "Is there anything else that might entertain you sufficiently to avoid such a travesty?"

With a chuckle, Kikyo turned his face away briefly, perhaps to hide the amusement in his smile, or maybe to give him a better view of his slender neckline. He glanced back at him, quite intrigued by their little game.

"I wonder," he murmured, his own eyes taking in the dark beauty that Seishirou embodied. "But I am sure you do not lack in resources so often. For as we established just the other day, you are a man of many talents."

Of this, Kikyo had no doubts.

How long could they keep on going without actually saying aloud what was in their minds? Seishirou would have bet on forever. Through quick calculations, he cemented his mind about the probable gains and loses he could find himself facing from taking this a step ahead. Then he smiled again, darkly this time and leaned his shoulder against the wall beside him, flicking off his own flashlight and leaving them in the gloomy light of Kikyo's.

"Name your heart's desire, and we'll see if my talents will carry us that far," he practically purred. "I shall enslave myself for your satisfaction tonight."

Coy was not a word in Kikyo's vocabulary. Neither was shame, and he took a step forward in the dim light, reaching up with his free hand to touch his own lip thoughtfully.

"My very own artist and magician, enslaved for my satisfaction?" he said, as smoothly as his movements. "Had I known as much awaited me beyond death, I would have died much sooner."

Perhaps Seishirou was just as shameless enough to understand his meaning.

Seishirou reached up then, circling his fingers around Kikyo's wrist, slim under his touch but surprisingly strong. He brought Kikyo's fingers to his own lips, parting them to bite on one fingertip lazily, the wetness of his tongue flickering against the trapped skin.

"Patience is a virtue they say. Who would want to end things too soon?" Seishirou released Kikyo's wrists there, breathing his words right onto the man's palm as his hand slid down, tracing the outline of Kikyo's arm.

The heat of Seishirou's tongue lingered on the fingertip. Kikyo traced the edge of Seishirou's lip with a dark smile as the man's touch was moving down his arm. For a pair that said much of nothing, there was quite an unspoken something going on.

Kikyo had come here to be entertained, and he knew now more than ever that he would not be disappointed.

"Not I, though most virtues I have little of," he purred. He leaned in further, his hot breath practically grazing Seishirou's cheek in the dark. "And you..? Are you a virtuous man, Seishirou-san?"

The wide palm traveled down against Kikyo's frame, describing his outline in the gloomy darkness. Until it reached the narrow hips, fingers pausing for a moment, as if hesitating, then continuing on their way to curl into the pocket of those simple pants.

"Virtuous?" Seishirou laughed as he moved to capture Kikyo's wrist again, this time the one occupied with the flashlight. "Hardly. But that is what you like about me," he said in calculated arrogance. When he pulled Kikyo closer by the fabric of the man's pants, he lifted Kikyo's hand on his shoulder and left it there, the spot of the flashlight hidden behind his back. Then he leaned in, lips hovering above Kikyo's.

"Am I incorrect?" he asked with a soft chuckle, "pray tell."

There was quite a bit of coming and going in the hall around them, but none of it mattered. Upon Seishirou, Kikyo bestowed his undivided attention. The man had gestures that were subtle but confident, sure fingers that moved with a kind of seduction that Kikyo rarely encountered. And encounters, Kikyo had had many during his lifetime.

"You would have me admit to such a thing? To taint your good name?" he answered with a equally soft chuckle, or more like a low purr. "I had not thought you to be so cruel."

He slid his fingers closer on Seishirou's cheek as he leaned in and nibbled teasingly on the man's lip. He pulled back just enough to fix his heavy amber gaze upon him once more. "But then again...you are the magician of illusions."

"Cruel?" Seishirou smiled as Kikyo's teeth were nipping at his mouth, his lips pulling into a pale curve of veiled amusement. "How could you know? You've just met me. Maybe I am." Untrue as that would have been, he was not going to reveal that to Kikyo. Why would he?

Grabbing a hold on Kikyo's hips, wide palms caging the narrow frame as he turned him until Kikyo's back hit the wall. He was well aware of the violence on the hallway, practically feeling it on the tip of his tongue. But he chose to ignore it, for now. He never let his attention slip completely to more pleasant things, though, constantly knowing if he'd have to move or not.

Things obviously had changed however he'd look at them.

A bit of annoyance edging into his awareness as well, he found himself pushing Kikyo rather roughly against the wall as he captured his lips with his own.

Yes, how could he know? It was more of a gut feeling, than anything else. Kikyo knew that Seishirou must feel it too. Maybe all heartless souls had the same feeling. Cold to the touch, but still clinging covetously to the things that gave them breath.

Like this...

Kikyo's fingers slipped into Seishirou's hair, curling around the dark locks as he let himself be pushed to the wall. Seishirou's kiss, like his touch, was dark, deliberate. Intoxicating. With a low purr he answered it, lids fluttering almost closed but not quite. Under his dark lashes he peered at him with a wicked glow in his amber eyes.

Chuckling softly into the kiss, Seishirou pressed himself close to Kikyo's slender frame, giving a bit of push with his hip. Never shy to take what he wanted, he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, prying open willing lips to taste Kikyo properly.

And right now he wanted this, for reasons he didn't bother thinking about, some of them simple, some not.

It would probably serve them better to move this whole affair into more private location. But at the same time, he just couldn't care less who saw them and who did not.

Open up for him he did, lips parting under Seishirou's eagerly. His tongue sought the other's, brushing heat upon heat in a slow caress.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembered heat like this. A throbbing lust beneath his fingertips, insatiable. He'd lived his life from one thirst to the next. Desire, want, Kikyo took what he could with his greedy hands.

Death, it seemed, could not change his nature.

An audience he cared not of, though he was well aware there were others here in the dark corridor of hell.

"Nnn.." With a moan he tilted his head, pulling him closer and deeper into the kiss.

Amused, Seishirou broke the kiss with a lazy bite on Kikyo's lip. He reached up with his hand, curled his fingers around raven locks and pulled Kikyo's head back slowly. His other hand was reaching down to his pocket for two fuda papers, which he closed within his palm. Would he choose to use them was up to variety of things. Now, however, he just held them.

His teeth found the column of Kikyo's neck, not quite drawing blood but bruising the pale skin with his bite mark. The gesture hardly related to any possessive feelings, he was merely fascinated by the faint scent of blood lingering in the air, perhaps an illusion in itself.

With a hollow suck of breath, Kikyo bit his lip as the teeth grazed over his skin. His fingers slipped from Seishirou's hair, sliding down his neck with a subtle, sensual touch. His deadly fingers could give just as much pleasure as pain, depending on Kikyo's mood.

He could smell the metallic tinge of blood permeating the halls, sending a throb through his veins. He could taste it on his lips..

Something sinister was going on, tainting everything around them with its dark embrace.

His body arched up against Seishirou's, hip against hip as his fingers curled around the back of his neck.

Liking the way Kikyo grew more and more animated under his touch, Seishirou chuckled darkly into the man's neck, breathing in the subtle scent of warm skin mixed with blood and fabric softener from the gray uniform, cheap shampoo from the raven locks. He lapped his tongue over the angry bite mark, then leaned back slightly to look down at Kikyo.

"Come on," he said before stepping back and heading towards the end of the hallway. He didn't have any problem with some audience but he wasn't quite sure of his position right now, not what he wanted and what he was able. And while Kikyo was proving to be very effective in distracting him from thoughts he didn't feel like delving in right now, he lacked the recklessness to just forget everything else. He might not have any problem with it, but maybe someone else did. Someone he might find some use for later.

Seishirou was a careful man, and it was apparent in his choosing another location. It mattered not to Kikyo, but he wouldn't object to it either. He watched him walk ahead of him, and he stood where he was for a moment, running the back of his slender fingers down the side of his neck where Seishirou's left his mark. He grinned.

With the smooth and elegant stride, he followed him, silent footsteps that were unhurried.

They found a spot near the end of the hall, relatively secluded. Kikyo set aside his flashlight, turned off. They had no use for lights, for what was to come.

He stepped closer to Seishirou, fingers taking him by the chin and turning it toward himself.

"Such a taste as this, leaves me to think your talents shall prove quite 'divine' indeed, magician..." he purred darkly.

Seishirou didn't answer, or at least in means that Kikyo would have expected perhaps. Not at first. Instead he looked through Kikyo when his chin was turned towards the man, mismatched eyes seeing nothing and maybe too much, simple incantation spilled from his smiling lips, the words haunted and soft, yet alive with a hidden flame. The two fudas he had had in his hand were now attached to the wall both sides, the illusion expanding from them to cover the hallway behind their backs. Seishirou knew the wall that hid them wouldn't keep anyone out would they be stubborn enough to walk to a wall, but it was solid enough to stop any intruding gaze that might fall on them.

For Kikyo, the effect wasn't much. Just two pieces of paper sticking onto the walls. Seishirou lowered his hand, fingers that had formed a seal between the two of them, and landed it wide and warm on Kikyo's hipbone. Considering the weakness of his magic, he didn't have all night, the spell would worn out eventually. He'd just have to move faster.

If Seishirou got what he wanted, Kikyo would find himself pushed against the back wall, mouth captured into a deep kiss, pinned to the wall with Seishirou's superior weight.

And as Kikyo had no objections to being taken in such a manner, Seishirou got what he wanted, and possibly more. Kikyo pushed his fingers into Seishirou's hair beside his ear, at first gently with a smooth caress that mirrored the low purr of his voice.

He didn't see the illusion Seishirou threw around them, though he could have assumed it was a kekkai of some sort, if he cared to ponder on it.

There were things far more intriguing within his grasp, which he reached for with open arms. His fingers tightened their grip on Seishirou's hair, as forceful as it was gentle only moments ago as he pulled him insistently into his dark kiss. His tongue slid sensuously across Seishirou's lips, demanding entrance.

Nightshift 27: M61 - M70 Hallway

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Behind an illusion wall at the end of the hallway.

Re: Behind an illusion wall at the end of the hallway.