210%: Gravitation Fic
Author: Bitterfig
Title: 210%
Fandom: Gravitation
Genre: Genderfuck
Pairing: Reiji (Rage)/Yoshiki
Summary: Set immediately before the start of Gravitation EX. Yoshiki wonders if her budding relationship will Reiji will continue after her gender reassignment surgery.
Word Count: 1287
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit sexual content and language (that Rage has quite a mouth on her).
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
Author’s Note: Written for veleda_k’s fic_on_demand request for Yoshiki/any female character (yes, I know everyone hates Rage, but I honestly think there are hints in canon that there’s something between she and Yoshiki).
210%
Reiji was on the patio of her condo in the midst of an orgy of multi-tasking when Yoshiki appeared, smiling at her elbow.
“Hello, Reiji!” Yoshiki greeted her cheerfully.
“Holy Fuck,” Reiji shrieked, scattering documents everywhere. “You scared the shit out of me, Yoshiki. You’re always welcome, but you might want to give me some warning. I might want to douche or something.”
“Oh, you shouldn’t do that--it’s very unhealthy. They told us about it in the Feminine Transformations class I took…”
Reiji rolled her eyes at yet another display of Yoshiki’s excessive earnestness.
“How did you get out here, anyways?” she demanded. “I have a bodyguard with orders to shoot to kill if anyone tries to interrupt me.”
“I guess he didn’t notice me. Most people don’t.”
“Goddamned Bill, what does he think I’m paying him for?” Reiji fumed. She grabbed Yoshiki around the waist, pulling the other woman onto her lap, reaching around and cradling Yoshiki’s full breasts. “What I want to know is how anyone can miss you with these things? For someone who acts all demure, you sure display enough cleavage.” And for a few minutes, Yoshiki wriggled happily as Reiji caressed her and nibbled on her neck. Then Reiji pushed Yoshiki off, rising briskly to her feet.
Back to business.
“Speaking of boobs,” Reiji said, “I got an e-mail from my mole in Tokyo. Shindou Schuuichi and Yuki Eiri managed to make their flight. When the plane left, they were on it. They’ll be in New York late tomorrow.”
“Oh good,” Yoshiki gushed. “Riku will have such a good time with them. It’ll be so much fun! I’m almost sorry I’m going to miss it, but I have my surgery.”
“So, have you told them they’re going to be babysitting yet, or are you just going to spring the brat on them?”
“If I told them about Riku, they’d be anxious about meeting him,” Yoshiki said lightly. “This way they can enjoy their flight with no worries, and when they get here, they’ll find a wonderful surprise!”
“That’s one way to spin it,” Reiji said. “But if you ask me, it’s a nasty trick, sticking them with the kid.”
Yoshiki made big chibi eyes full of innocent sweetness. “Don’t you have a not so nice surprise of your own planned for Schuuichi-chan?”
“I can never figure you out, Yoshiki,” Reiji said, grinning wickedly. “Sometimes you seem like a nice, unobtrusive marshmallow brain, but I can’t help thinking that deep down you’re as devious as I am. It definitely makes things interesting, not that our relationship needs to get any more interesting. I’m still trying to figure out if I’m a full-on lesbian or just a fag hag gone to ridiculous extremes.”
“Oh, that’s something I wanted to talk to you about,” Yoshiki said with a nervous giggle. “Ever since you came back from Japan, you and I have gotten really friendly….”
“Friendly enough to bump nasties on a regular basis,” Reiji agreed. She was already absorbed in her paperwork again.
“Right! And it sort of makes sense because you like effeminate men--and I guess I’m as effeminate as they come--but when I have my surgery, I won’t be a man at all any more. I’ll be a woman, top and bottom, and I don’t really know how you feel about that … if you want to be with a woman at all…”
“I get it,” Reiji said, rolling her eyes. “You want to know if we’ll still be fuck-buddies after you go from being an outie to an innie. You know you’ll never make it in the music industry with that kind of insecurity. Luckily, you’re not trying to make it in the music business. Between your dead, pedophile brother and your gender identity crisis, you’d be a PR nightmare.”
Yoshiki looked momentarily wounded, then resumed a cheery smile.
“Well, sorry to bother you, Reiji-sama,” she said. “I’ll be going now.”
“Oh, for heaven sakes. I’ve hurt your feelings, haven’t I?” Reiji cried, grabbing Yoshiki by the hand before she could disappear the way she tended to. “Look, you’re not on my payroll. You don’t have to take me seriously. Goddamn, you’re passive-aggressive. That doesn’t go over good when you’re dealing with someone who’s aggressive-aggressive.” She growled in exasperation, but her voice became kinder. “Look honey, I’m not good with people or feelings or any of that shit, but basically, I like you. That’s why I’m with you.
“When we were in Japan and I was pulling my hair out over Bad Luck, you said something to me, about how I worked so hard, but I seemed more like myself when I was rampaging in my giant panda. When you said that, I felt like you got me somehow, that you saw something in me that I don’t even see in myself most of the time. Look, Yoshiki, when I’m with you, I don’t feel like Godzilla. I probably still act like Godzilla most of the time out of habit, but you make me feel like a human being. That’s important to me, and I’m not going to give it up just because the sex is going to be a little different.”
“Really?”
“Don’t sound so surprised. Jeez, I wish I could share some of my egotism with you; you’re always putting yourself down and letting yourself disappear. Just know this, you’re worth holding on to. You are.”
“Thank you, Reiji.” There were tears in Yoshiki’s eyes. Reiji laughed.
“Don’t thank me just yet,” she said, pressing against Yoshiki, belly to belly, breast to breast. They kissed, and as they did, Reiji pushed up the flirty summer dresses they were both wearing. “Pink panties, you’re such a girl. Pull them down, that’s right. Now mine.” Their pelvic mounds sank against each other; Reiji took Yoshiki’s cock between her legs, holding it just between the lips of her vulva. “Feel that juiciness, that’s your pussy, Yoshiki. Your cunt’s all wet.” Reiji rubbed Yoshiki’s cock against her, working it with her deft little fingers
“Oh yes,” Yoshiki moaned. “It feels so good when you finger my pussy, Reiji. Don’t stop, put your fingers inside me.”
“So wet.” Reiji stroked the underside of the shaft, lingering on the head of Yoshiki’s penis. “Your clit’s come out of hiding; your sweet little bud, it’s standing up for me. Do you like it when I play with your clit, Yoshiki?” She circled the very tip of Yoshiki’s cock with a slick fingertip. “Do you like it?”
“Yes, oh Reiji, it feels so good.” Yoshiki was holding her dress to her chest now, fondling her own breasts. Reiji dropped to her knees and laid a row of kisses along the underside of Yoshiki’s cock.
“I’m kissing your pussy now, tasting you.”
“Use your tongue, please, use your tongue. That’s it. Lick my clit, Reiji, please, lick my clit. Oh, don’t stop.” Reiji’s tongue flickered against the tip of Yoshiki’s penis, and her hips began to dance in rhythm to it, jerk as her muscles contracted. Reiji lapped harder, and Yoshiki exploded in orgasm.
Reiji rose to her feet, stroking Yoshiki’s spent little cock, kissing her.
“When you’re a girl,” Reiji purred. “I’m going to make you come so many times. Not just once, again and again and again…”
“I can’t wait!”
“Honey, you’re going to be the luckiest girl ever because I’ll be looking out for you. I’m going to make sure you love being a girl. I’ve got a nasty temper, and I might not always the nicest person in the world, but anyone at XMr will tell you that when I’m into something, I’m in 210% and I will bust my ass to make it work.”
Title: 210%
Fandom: Gravitation
Genre: Genderfuck
Pairing: Reiji (Rage)/Yoshiki
Summary: Set immediately before the start of Gravitation EX. Yoshiki wonders if her budding relationship will Reiji will continue after her gender reassignment surgery.
Word Count: 1287
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit sexual content and language (that Rage has quite a mouth on her).
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
Author’s Note: Written for veleda_k’s fic_on_demand request for Yoshiki/any female character (yes, I know everyone hates Rage, but I honestly think there are hints in canon that there’s something between she and Yoshiki).
210%
Reiji was on the patio of her condo in the midst of an orgy of multi-tasking when Yoshiki appeared, smiling at her elbow.
“Hello, Reiji!” Yoshiki greeted her cheerfully.
“Holy Fuck,” Reiji shrieked, scattering documents everywhere. “You scared the shit out of me, Yoshiki. You’re always welcome, but you might want to give me some warning. I might want to douche or something.”
“Oh, you shouldn’t do that--it’s very unhealthy. They told us about it in the Feminine Transformations class I took…”
Reiji rolled her eyes at yet another display of Yoshiki’s excessive earnestness.
“How did you get out here, anyways?” she demanded. “I have a bodyguard with orders to shoot to kill if anyone tries to interrupt me.”
“I guess he didn’t notice me. Most people don’t.”
“Goddamned Bill, what does he think I’m paying him for?” Reiji fumed. She grabbed Yoshiki around the waist, pulling the other woman onto her lap, reaching around and cradling Yoshiki’s full breasts. “What I want to know is how anyone can miss you with these things? For someone who acts all demure, you sure display enough cleavage.” And for a few minutes, Yoshiki wriggled happily as Reiji caressed her and nibbled on her neck. Then Reiji pushed Yoshiki off, rising briskly to her feet.
Back to business.
“Speaking of boobs,” Reiji said, “I got an e-mail from my mole in Tokyo. Shindou Schuuichi and Yuki Eiri managed to make their flight. When the plane left, they were on it. They’ll be in New York late tomorrow.”
“Oh good,” Yoshiki gushed. “Riku will have such a good time with them. It’ll be so much fun! I’m almost sorry I’m going to miss it, but I have my surgery.”
“So, have you told them they’re going to be babysitting yet, or are you just going to spring the brat on them?”
“If I told them about Riku, they’d be anxious about meeting him,” Yoshiki said lightly. “This way they can enjoy their flight with no worries, and when they get here, they’ll find a wonderful surprise!”
“That’s one way to spin it,” Reiji said. “But if you ask me, it’s a nasty trick, sticking them with the kid.”
Yoshiki made big chibi eyes full of innocent sweetness. “Don’t you have a not so nice surprise of your own planned for Schuuichi-chan?”
“I can never figure you out, Yoshiki,” Reiji said, grinning wickedly. “Sometimes you seem like a nice, unobtrusive marshmallow brain, but I can’t help thinking that deep down you’re as devious as I am. It definitely makes things interesting, not that our relationship needs to get any more interesting. I’m still trying to figure out if I’m a full-on lesbian or just a fag hag gone to ridiculous extremes.”
“Oh, that’s something I wanted to talk to you about,” Yoshiki said with a nervous giggle. “Ever since you came back from Japan, you and I have gotten really friendly….”
“Friendly enough to bump nasties on a regular basis,” Reiji agreed. She was already absorbed in her paperwork again.
“Right! And it sort of makes sense because you like effeminate men--and I guess I’m as effeminate as they come--but when I have my surgery, I won’t be a man at all any more. I’ll be a woman, top and bottom, and I don’t really know how you feel about that … if you want to be with a woman at all…”
“I get it,” Reiji said, rolling her eyes. “You want to know if we’ll still be fuck-buddies after you go from being an outie to an innie. You know you’ll never make it in the music industry with that kind of insecurity. Luckily, you’re not trying to make it in the music business. Between your dead, pedophile brother and your gender identity crisis, you’d be a PR nightmare.”
Yoshiki looked momentarily wounded, then resumed a cheery smile.
“Well, sorry to bother you, Reiji-sama,” she said. “I’ll be going now.”
“Oh, for heaven sakes. I’ve hurt your feelings, haven’t I?” Reiji cried, grabbing Yoshiki by the hand before she could disappear the way she tended to. “Look, you’re not on my payroll. You don’t have to take me seriously. Goddamn, you’re passive-aggressive. That doesn’t go over good when you’re dealing with someone who’s aggressive-aggressive.” She growled in exasperation, but her voice became kinder. “Look honey, I’m not good with people or feelings or any of that shit, but basically, I like you. That’s why I’m with you.
“When we were in Japan and I was pulling my hair out over Bad Luck, you said something to me, about how I worked so hard, but I seemed more like myself when I was rampaging in my giant panda. When you said that, I felt like you got me somehow, that you saw something in me that I don’t even see in myself most of the time. Look, Yoshiki, when I’m with you, I don’t feel like Godzilla. I probably still act like Godzilla most of the time out of habit, but you make me feel like a human being. That’s important to me, and I’m not going to give it up just because the sex is going to be a little different.”
“Really?”
“Don’t sound so surprised. Jeez, I wish I could share some of my egotism with you; you’re always putting yourself down and letting yourself disappear. Just know this, you’re worth holding on to. You are.”
“Thank you, Reiji.” There were tears in Yoshiki’s eyes. Reiji laughed.
“Don’t thank me just yet,” she said, pressing against Yoshiki, belly to belly, breast to breast. They kissed, and as they did, Reiji pushed up the flirty summer dresses they were both wearing. “Pink panties, you’re such a girl. Pull them down, that’s right. Now mine.” Their pelvic mounds sank against each other; Reiji took Yoshiki’s cock between her legs, holding it just between the lips of her vulva. “Feel that juiciness, that’s your pussy, Yoshiki. Your cunt’s all wet.” Reiji rubbed Yoshiki’s cock against her, working it with her deft little fingers
“Oh yes,” Yoshiki moaned. “It feels so good when you finger my pussy, Reiji. Don’t stop, put your fingers inside me.”
“So wet.” Reiji stroked the underside of the shaft, lingering on the head of Yoshiki’s penis. “Your clit’s come out of hiding; your sweet little bud, it’s standing up for me. Do you like it when I play with your clit, Yoshiki?” She circled the very tip of Yoshiki’s cock with a slick fingertip. “Do you like it?”
“Yes, oh Reiji, it feels so good.” Yoshiki was holding her dress to her chest now, fondling her own breasts. Reiji dropped to her knees and laid a row of kisses along the underside of Yoshiki’s cock.
“I’m kissing your pussy now, tasting you.”
“Use your tongue, please, use your tongue. That’s it. Lick my clit, Reiji, please, lick my clit. Oh, don’t stop.” Reiji’s tongue flickered against the tip of Yoshiki’s penis, and her hips began to dance in rhythm to it, jerk as her muscles contracted. Reiji lapped harder, and Yoshiki exploded in orgasm.
Reiji rose to her feet, stroking Yoshiki’s spent little cock, kissing her.
“When you’re a girl,” Reiji purred. “I’m going to make you come so many times. Not just once, again and again and again…”
“I can’t wait!”
“Honey, you’re going to be the luckiest girl ever because I’ll be looking out for you. I’m going to make sure you love being a girl. I’ve got a nasty temper, and I might not always the nicest person in the world, but anyone at XMr will tell you that when I’m into something, I’m in 210% and I will bust my ass to make it work.”