Shujin`s Alive

Hello. Shujin here, and fit as a fiddle. Well, a fiddle that`s missing a few strings, but still fit. I have stitches in my stomach from where I was stabbed, but they will come out in two weeks, and I`ll have a sexy scar that Seraphim can lick and play with when he...ahem...nevermind.

You have no idea how good it feels to be out of a hospital. Those places are so scary...so clean...so...nothing. It`s odd, but they just make me feel sick whenever I am close to one. Best stick to home remedies and not breaking any bones, ne?

Sadly, I am not updating this from Seraphim`s house. I am using my father`s computer, and it is very odd, since it is a Japanese laptop. So I can use the ‚Ђ炪‚ȁ@and  ƒJƒ^ƒJƒi@characters that I couldn`t normally use. Which is cool.

Anyway, since ‚¨‚Æ‚¤‚³‚ñ is gone for the moment, the computer is mine.

But, sadly, I have nothing much to say right now. I am always tired, and need to sleep a lot. I can tell you one thing, however....they didn`t catch the guys who stabbed me. Seraphim and I didn`t get a look at their faces, so they have no leads to go on. Besides, we decided not to press charages, since it would be useless to try and track them just on their voices, and even those I can`t remember clearly. Nor can Seraphime, I imagine...

But...on a lighter note...

The sex is better than ever.

Shujin, over and out.

Oh, and Serapim?

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From the tearful pen of Seraphim

I haven't been here in a while. But I have a very good reason...well, multitude of reasons, the most important of which being that the love of my life is in the hospital right now just out of Intensive Care. He's been there since the night of prom, which is when the entire problem started.

Yes, problem...I've cried so many times since there. I don't think I could cry anymore if I could try...my body has completely exhausted myself over the past few weeks...

So I suppose I should take you all back to the night of prom, shouldn't I. Picture it. Shujin and I, decked out to the spades in our tuxes and our friends in their dresses, looking gorgeous. Pictures were taken by our families, and we were driven to prom, which was held in the gymnasium of our high school, in a strech limo. You'd be surprised how much our parents love us.

We danced. We joked. We laughed. The dance floor was crowded with the plethora of people, hot bodies grinding against one another for the fast songs, couples joining together for the slow. I guess it started when the last slow song was played. Most of the people had left by this point (it was almost midnight), and Shujin wanted to dance with just me out on the floor to a slow remix of Cascada's song "Everytime We Touch". And me, being the gentle, caring person that I am, relented and let him lead me out onto the floor.

He wrapped his strong arms around my waist, and I put my around his torso. He pulled me close against his body, and I leaned my head on his shoulder. The music drifted around his, lulling us into a sweet daze of euphoria that music does to the  suggestive mind. To us, it seemed as if we were the only two beings on the face of the planet, just the two of us forever on that infinate dance floor wrapped in our emotions and cradled in the arms of Cascada's music.

As we were in the grip our of own little world, we didn't hear the harsh mutterings around us. Later, after all of the events of the late night and early morning transpired, Quinn would tell me that she heard a couple of the guys getting angry at us for dancing together, calling us 'fags', 'queers', and a variety of other unsightly names that I won't repeat to you. She didn't think that they actually meant us any harm, but that they were just doing what everyone else does when they see something that they aren't used to: they mock it as a means to even try to comprehend it. We never even take offense to anything they say. Maybe we should have...

I think most of you know that after prom, some high schools have a thing called AfterProm? It's just a huge party at some club or whatever a high school does. Ours was at a teen dance club called Gazette's, in the downtown area of our city. Well, it isn't that far from our high school, so Shujin and I decided to walk when the rest of the gang and us got seperated trying to get to the limo. They didn't worry because I, being the fountain of all knowledge that I am, sent them a text message to just meet us there, and that Shujin and I would take a more scenic route. I bet they snickered when they read that, but I had Shujin nipping my earlobe as I was writing it, so I wasn't in my best form.

We were walking down the street, holding hands, whispering sweet nothings back and forth to one another in the darkness beneath the streetlights. Our shoulders brushed together, and we delighted in the nearly negative space we held between us as we shifted our way down into an alley a few blocks away from Gazette's. We wandered far into the alley, far enough into the darkness for our shapes to be only indistinct shadows. Shujin gently pushed my body against the wall, pressing his chest against mine as he leaned in for a kiss.

That's when we heard the footsteps coming closer and closer to us in the darkness. Shujin quickly backed away from me, but not before whispering "Stay in the dark and keep out of the way." There were three of them coming closer, and I couldn't make out their faces. Their voices were drunken and slurred, but every once in a while I could make out a word. 'Hurt ya' and 'faggots' were two of the more commonly used.

Fear would not be the appropriate word to describe what I felt. Utter and complete terror would be more accurate, but even then, the english language does not contain enough words to describe how scared I was for both Shujin and myself at that moment.

They were on him in a flash. Shujin screamed as the first punch went into his gut. He swung his arms and legs as they tried to pin him, and most of his movements made contact with their flesh. But there were three of them, and only one of him. I couldn't just stand there in the dark as he was beaten up in my name. I ran out from the shadows and rushed into the fray, only to have the biggest one of the trio lunge at me, grab me by the neck with both hands, and slam me into the wall. Darkness consumed my vision, and I passed out.

I awoke to the sounds of retreating footsteps and the harsh breathing of Shujin. I crawled over to his fallen figure leaning against the opposite wall, his hands on his abdomen. My head was swimming, and I could feel the blood running down the back of my neck. "Shujin..." I whimpered, and moved his hands to see the stab wound in his stomach.

I remember screaming, and that was it. The rest of events were a blur. I do know that someone came down the alley and pulled me off him. The ride to the hospital seemed like nothing. I didn't feel infinate anymore. I didn't feel anything. All I knew was that Shujin was dying, and I had his blood on my hands.

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The stab wound was not as bad as it seemed. It didn't hit any vital organs, and it only nicked a blood vessel. He had a lot of internal bleeding that the doctors had to fix a few times because he wouldn't stop moving and kept breaking his stitches. He missed the last few weeks of school, and only the thought of seeing him kept me sane throughout my day. I never left his bedside when I could help it.

Please, whatever power is listening to me, never let Shujin be stolen away from me. Never let him be hurt in my name again...

From the pen of Shujin

First off, sorry. For not updating this thing for almost a week, that is. We have been sort of busy with last minute assignments and getting prepared for a big day this weekend, which I will go into shortly.

Second of all...I spent the weekend with Seraph. His parents were home the entire time, so don't get any ideas...however, I did get to sleep in his room on Saturday, when I spent the night. We did the normal teenager things to do: watched some tv and movies, played video games, surfed the web, played with some handcuffs and made out a little bit on his bed. You know, you usual stuff. It's the night part that I want to get to with you both.

It was about 2 am. The rest of the house is asleep, even Seraph. For some reason, I'm the only one awake. That's not unusual though; it takes me a while to get to sleep even in my own bed, so me lying awake for a few hours is nothing to worry about. Besides, my body doesn't seem to need sleep that much. I don't know why, I just run differently. Anyway, back to the not sleeping part.

It was raining outside, and the wind was blowing. The rain made small pitter patter noises against Seraph's window, and the wind howled. I was laying on the floor on a make-do mattress of cushy pillows and soft blankets...my usual nest at Seraph's...listening to the rain. For some reason, I got the urge to sit up. So I did. And when I did that, I had the craving to sit on the end of Seraph's bed. So I did. And when I did that, I had the impulse to just...watch him.

He's gorgeous, you know. You might be able to see a picture of him, but trust me, he's gorgeous. No human being could ever be more beautiful, especially to me. Nothing could be compared to his beauty. His skin is so pale, but not sickly so; it's more like cream. Soft as kitten's breath, and smooth as silk. And his hair. It falls around his face like you can see in pictures at a musuem. In sleep, his lucious lips are slightly parted, the colors of the red, red rose.

I can't help but stare at him, transfixed by his looks. To think that one so pure-looking and innocent could hold such power over me. Yes, you all should know. In the bedroom, I may the dominate, but in life, Seraphim will always be better than me. He has charm, and energy, and...life. I am nothing without him. The day doesn't begin without him. He's my star, my sun, my moon, my everything. And...just thinking of not having him makes me cry. But I quickly regained myself, saying softly how he would never leave me, and that nothing will ever part us. Ever.

With my hand, I slide his hair out of his face, my palm touching his cheek. I leaned down, and gently brushed my lips against his.

"Goodnight, sweet Seraphim..." I whispered before returning to bed.

I slept peacefully.

Now, I have some news for you all: Seraphim and I will be attending our junior prom this Saturday.

Yes, folks. Our prom. Together.

Not really as a couple, but we will dance together, and be close, with his friends, and just have a good time. I mean, we are sorta out at school anyway. Everyone just thinks we are really close, and there is the occasional rumor, but we ignore them. No one really gives us any trouble at all, except for a few chosen people who I have to "take care of" sometimes if things get too rough for Seraphim's wit.

But yes. I'm hoping it turns out to be fun. And Seraphim and I will tell all of you all about it. And we'll get more into the domination stuff later too. (I'll probably be the one to tell you about that, hehe.)

Anyway, until next time.

Dutifully yours,
              Shujin

PS- Seraphim, my pet, I love you.

Another Side, Another Story

Hello all. Shujin here, updating in place of Seraph.

I see you all love our story so much. Well, I thought maybe you might enjoy a few things from my point of view.

Seraph is the love of my life; he is my sun and sky, my other half, my soul. They day doesn't start until he smiles, and it never ends until he closes his beautiful grey eyes. I don't know what I would do without him...and, thankfully, I never have to.

I suppose you would like to know a few things from me, and I'll be more than happy to tell you. But I agree with Seraph, and will start at the beginning, and will continue until I'm satisfied.

Seraph described himself very well, but let me elaborate a bit on him. He is tall, yet graceful; he can walk and dance around a room with a book atop of his had. He doesn't walk, and he never runs. He flows more like water, movements so fluid and elegant, yet with power to change the world...just like water. He sprawls around like cat, and can twist his body into all shorts of...unusual positions. (Seraphim: You're going to give them ideas....)

Which, my friends, is the point. Hehe.

(He's sitting right beside me as I'm writing this, and he's enjoying every moment of it...maybe because he's also reading Anne Rice and watching me type.)

As Seraph said earlier, I am of mixed race: half-Japanese, half-American. I'm partly fluent in Japanese, and am trying to teach Seraph, but he's stubborn. I have shaggy black hair, and am a bit taller than Seraph. A bit broader too, in the shoulders. Green eyes, which I get from my mother. Her eyes are gorgeous, and I'm proud to have them. I'm not as graceful as Seraph, but I can dance. Not perfectly, but I don't make a fool of myself out on the dance floor. And since I'm eighteen, I sometimes like to go out to a club, and I drag Seraph along for the ride. Fake IDs rock.

(Seraphim: Arr...you. Are. Giving. Them. Ideas.)

Hehe.

Anyway, on with some the good stuff.

Seraph said that he sat in front of me in math class. That's true. I should know; I stared at the back of his head and neck for six months before I made my move.

He thinks I didn't know he existed...far from it. He was that boy that was always quiet, and he always looked so alone. Not depressed, not emo. Just...alone. Like no one had ever offered him a kind word, which I knew wasn't true. I had seen him with his three friends, who are now mine as well: Alexis, Sarah, and Quinn. He'll probably tell you about them next entry, if I don't take over it as well. Oh, don't worry; I would never, ever stop Seraph from updating. I just might want to write a little bit, and I'll take over for an entry or two.

But I digress (Seprahim: He has a habit of doing that.). I loved watching him. The way he moved, the way he talked, the way he was just...there. So beautiful. So innocent. How easy it would be to corrupt him...

I knew about domination and submission. Had for a few years. You'd be suprised what one learns when they read Anne Rice novels and have access to the internet. I suggest you do some reaserch...

I had guessed at Seraphim's desire for me the first few months into the school year. But, to be honest, I was afraid. I had never been with anyone before. No boyfriend, no girlfriend. Not even a kiss. Everyone at school seemed to have a thing for me (Seraphim: I already told them you were desireable. You were. And are. So try to sound modest.). But their affection didn't matter. I could never return their feelings, and it made any chance of contact out of the question.

At the end of January (the 23rd to be precise. Our anniversary, or so we define it as), I finally got up the nerve to write him the note. Even that simple word "Hey." took all the effort I had...

I met him in the bathroom. I had no idea what I was going to say to him. Was I going to confess my feelings? Had  he already gotten over his, and I would be left alone? I wasn't afraid as he was, but you have no idea how scary it is to go through that.

When I walked in, he was crying. Why would he cry? Was he weeping because he knew of my feelings and couldn't return them? No...he was crying because he was afraid of me. Afraid I would hurt him. Afraid that I would crush every hope he had at happiness, and leave him a lonesome and near-dead shell of a being.

I took him in my arms, and wiped his tears away. And I vowed I would never make him cry again...

I know, I know. Not the best. But Seraphim took the good part of the story. Trust me, I'll take over next entry, and make it completely worthwhile. Maybe...tell about more encounters than he and I have had.

(Seraphim: ....now you're taking my job...)

Tata, Lovelies.

First Acts of Submission

It was in mid-June of that year that I was first bound and bent at Shujin's whim.

But I get ahead of myself.

After he had kissed me in the restroom of our highschool, Shujin and I talked. Not deeply or as intimately as one would hope, but, considering where we were, and what the time was, naturally we were not so inclined to talk of matters that were better done in private. I asked him why he had waited so long to tell me, but all he did at that time was smile and pull out a notecard. It was one of hundreds that I have received, for he loves for me to follow orders without him speaking.

Call me, it said, and after that it listed his phone number.

I looked up from the note at him, and he still held that dazzling smile. "Tonight..." he whispered, and then flowed past me out of the room and into the hallway.

I fell against the wall, listening to his fading footsteps down the hall and my own ragged breath. The love of my life, the one with whom I had felt a world of passion for, had kissed me. Had held me close, his arms wrapped around me, and pressed his lips against mine. The feelings of joy were so profound I found myself crying.

To cry of pain and joy are two entirely different things, I want you to know. When you cry because of pain, it feels as if your entire body is weighted down with lead. You feel like the entire weight of the world is placed upon your shoulders, and that darkness is swiftly closing in on you. Yet, when you weep with tears of joy, the feeling is completely the opposite. You feel as if you could fly. That miraculous feeling of having all of your fears erased and your mind in a realm of ecstacy...dazzling.

After a few moments of relishing in my newfound happiness, I quickly checked myself in the mirror, and removed all traces of my tears. I couldn't go back to math class with tear streaks down my cheeks and big smile plastered on my face now could I? The smile would have to do.

As I walked back into the room, I saw that the rest of the class was doing the work that the teacher had assigned. I set the pass down, and made my way down the aisle to my seat. I saw Shujin looking at me as I came closer to him. His vivid green eyes stared at me, and to any other onlooker, I suppose they would look normal. They'd be wrong. When I looked back into those beautiful eyes, what I saw nearly made me cry again. So many emotions were tied just with that look. I could feel the love in that stare...and the want...the need...and, way deep down inside, burning bright like white fire...lust.

I guess I blushed as I took my seat, because the last thing I saw before I turned my back to him was his grin again. Slowly, I opened my book and started to work on the problems set by the teacher, when I felt something slide down my spine. I turned around to see Shujin, holding his pencil again. He winked, and slide the tip of it gently down my spine. I shivered as I turned back around. Needless to say, with him slowly running the tip of that up, down, and around my back, I didn't get much work done.

That evening, we talked on the phone for hours. We discussed everything: our likes, dislikes, our dreams and ambitions, how I fell for him, and him for me. He didn't bring up the idea of domination or submission that night, or any other night until June.

As we talked, I learned. I wanted to know everything about Shujin. He didn't define himself as 'gay' either, but instead said that he would love anyone if he felt them to be the right person for him. I was a bit put off by this, wondering if maybe he could fall out of love with my as easily as in, but he noticed the change in my voice and consoled me.

"Trust me, Seraph, there is no one else but you. I would love you no matter what you were, and no one else. I'd love you just as much as if you were a female, or an animal, or even a plant. Never doubt my love, sweet, for as long as the sun and the moon and the stars shine in the sky, it'll be there."

I wept when he said that, and he chuckled and said he loved me and not to cry. I laughed and stopped.

He had not come out to his parents, just as I hadn't come out to mine. We both agreed they didn't need to know because, to be frank, it was none of their business. I mean, I love my parents and all, don't mistake me on that one. But I don't think they would be quite agreeable with the idea of me loving Shujin. Friends is one thing; lovers is another.

Plus, when you're making out in your bedroom with your parents right below you, it sort of makes it more exciting...

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Time past. I won't bore you with the details of our dates and hangout sessions and sweet nothings that we whispered in each others ears. Just know that they have happened. And trust me, you aren't missing anything good. Both of us wanted every moment to be special, and have no problem waiting for all of these moments. When you plan to be together forever, you have all the time in the world just to sit around and enjoy each other's company.

Summer rolled around, and being the young teenagers we were, we spent every night staying up late and spending all of our time awake together. Report cards had come home, and he had scored near the top of the class, while I was more in the middle. He was the genius between us, not me. Not surprisingly, I had gotten a bad score in Math...maybe it was because a certain someone, who, for the rest of the year in math, would cense to stop teasing me and tossing me notes that wouldn't stop until I wrote back. But I still passed...barely.

By mid-June, I could feel the sexual tension begin to build. We spent nearly every day and night with each other, never doing anything more than a simple kiss. No groping, stroking, anything vulgur. We were both proper gentlemen...to my disappointment. I wanted him more than he probably could have ever known. Every time he was near me, I felt the warm desire flood through my loins, and it was even worse when he kissed me. Oh, how I longed to press myself against him, to grind myself against him and relish in the sweet friction. But I kept myself; afterall, I felt him the more dominant one; I wanted him to make the first move, when he was ready.

We were sitting in my room, on the second floor of my house, me laying bellydown on the bed fingering through a magazine, Shujin laying against the headboard reading a book. No one else was home besides us. My parents were both at work, and my older sister was out with her friends and wouldn't be home until late. I suppose you could say it was the perfect time to try a little something...

"Seraph?" I hear his voice, that sweet melody of chimes. I look up from my magazine, tilting my head.

"Yeah?"

"Do you ever think about...domination?" He didn't look at me as he said it, but was reading his book. And oh my, do I remember that book well. The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, by Mistress Anne Rice.

"Domination? What's that?" I was still so innocent, and had no idea that was the name for what I had been craving my entire life. I sat up on the bed, on my knees facing him, one hand on each of my thighs.

"It's a sexual thing. One person is dominate over the other person, having a lot of control over them. The one who is being dominated is called a submissive, and does whatever the dominate says, and enjoys doing so. For doing as the dominate says, the submissive is rewarded, usually with some perverse sexual activity." He looked at me over the edge of his book, and winked.

I was in shock. That is exactly as I had felt for him. Was that what it was called? I was the submissive, without a doubt, and Shujin was the dominate. I wanted to do everything he told me, and I didn't actually think of anything to get in return. But the way he described it, for doing as he said, he would reward me with...

"Sex?"

He nodded. "It sounds sort of...interesting, if I do say so myself. Would you be interested in trying it, sweet Seraphim?"

I shuddered. God, I loved it when he called me that. I looked him straight in the eyes again, and saw he had put the book down and was staring straight back at me. The love was still there, but it was mixed with that feeling I saw before, an amazing amount of it. More than I had ever seen before: the lust. The sweet, pure, untamed lust.

I nodded, my hands quivering in my lap. "Close your eyes then," Shujin said, and I did as he said. The last thing I saw was his smile, this time laced with something I couldn't put my finger on at the time. I heard him ruffle about the room for a moment, and then his footsteps came back to me.

"Put your hands behind your back." His voice was deeper than I heard it before, and he was breathing a bit harder. Did he want this as much as I did?

I did as I was told, and I felt something cold and heavy wrapped around both of my wrists. I moved them a bit apart, and they wouldn't budge. That's when I realized: he had handcuffed me.

"Like it?" he asked softly, brushing my hair from my face. I was still on my knees on the bed, and he kneeled behind me, my legs between his knees. I kept my eyes closed, and I nodded.

I felt a sharp pain on the back of my thigh, and I cried out. He had pinched me. "You will answer when I speak to you. Understood, Seraphim?" He pinched my thigh again, and I moaned. I couldn't help it; the sweet pain felt oh so good; it filled up a hidden gap that I had never known before in my life. "What was that?"

"Yes..." I breathed hard.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes...Master..." The word slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it. Was it the right one? Apparently, it was, because I heard Shujin laugh, and felt him move closer to me. I could feel his hard length press into my lower back through his shorts. I moved back against it, the cold steel of the handcuffs digging into the flesh of my wrists, and I loved it. I heard him make a small groaning noise, and he put his face on my shoulder. His warm breath was on my neck, and it was driving me wild. I tilted my head to the side, away from him. I didn't know why; I just felt is was the right thing to do.

I was rewarded indeed; I felt his warm breath closer on my neck, and his teeth sunk into the flesh there. I moaned loudly as he wrapped his arms around, pulling my back tight against his front. He sucked and bit madly at my neck, moving down so as not to get one spot too hard and leave a mark. He pulled my shirt of and went at my shoulder and clavicle. It was here that he bit and sucked harder, where marks could easily be hidden.

I was lost in a another world. I was bound, my eyes shut, my body completely at Shujin's whim. I didn't think any feeling in the world could be any better. To have my body so close his. So close, yet not enough. I knew that I wanted to be closer, for him to be inside of me. For us to share a bond even deeper than what we have. A linking of the minds and the bodies. Carnal love of the deepest and most intimate affection.

Just as I felt his hand slowly began to make its way down my front, we heard the front door open and shut. My eyes snapped open, and Shujin's mouth left my shoulder. In a flash, I felt him grab my wrists. He wrestled something out of his pocket, and I heard a few clicks, and the handcuffs were gone.

Footsteps were coming closer and closer up the stairs. Shujin stuffed the handcuffs under the bed, and flew back to his position at the headboard, grabbing his book in the process, trying desperately to cover the bulge that I barely caught a glimpse of. I threw myself down on the bed, grabbing my magazine off the floor and just flicked a few pages when there was a knock on the door.

"You two okay in there?" It was my sister, come home early from her friend's.

"Yeah!" I call out to her.

"Just fine," Shujin says, and he grins as he scans over his book, which I notice is upside down. I snatch it out of his hands and turn it rightside up just as the door opens and my sister pokes her head in.

"How about we order a pizza? My treat, guys."

"Mushroom," I say, and Shujin rolls his eyes.

"Alright. I'll come back up when it gets here." With that she shuts the door.

Shujin looks at me, and I look at him.

And we burst out laughing.

Not the most successful of first bondage sessions, but since we were learning, I thought it went well. Next time, if you want, I'll tell more...if you guys comment. I didn't think my life was actually so interesting until you all commented. Thanks a lot.

Shujin thanks you, too. He's probably going to be the next one to update on this. And maybe you'll learn a few things from his point of view, hmm?

With Love,
            Seraphim