Nightshift 27: M61 - M70 Hallway

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So close. So very close. The flashlight-wielding, ponytailed asshole's door was the first one in the hallway. He hadn't seen the guy's tail end on the way here, so a few more steps was all it would take.

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Behind an illusion wall at the end of the hallway.

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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.

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

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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.