damned_institute | Nightshift 27: M61

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.