Training
Title: Training
Warnings: Violence, dub-con-ish, bondage.
Pairing: Bui/Karasu
Rating: R18, baby.
Summary: Sometimes, wires cross. When they do; Karasu is usually involved.
Notes: Something short and fun to amuse myself with. I haven’t written sex in a while now, I feel as if I am neglecting my duties... Here have an uke!Karasu for your patience.
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Training
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Training with Bui and Karasu wasn’t so much training as it was beating the ever-loving shit out of each other. Though there were unspoken rules as to how far they allowed each other to go, sometimes the wires got crossed, as they tended to do when Karasu was involved. Karasu, who was still mourning the loss of his last love, killed by his own hand, was manic.
So when Karasu made an attack that was decidedly below the belt Bui didn’t bother to hold himself back much in his right hook that had Karasu sailing clear over to the other side of the room. He landed on his feet, annoyingly, and slid back some few metres.
An explosion by Bui’s chin sent him staggering back a few feet, and then once again a few more when Karasu launched himself on him. The smaller demon coiled his legs around Bui’s chest tightly and straightened his back as he pulled his arm back to land three or four consecutive blows to the face as Bui was still falling the long distance to the wooden flooring of their training room.
All he could see was red; the blood that was oozing from the cut above his eye, and black; the strands of Karasu’s hair as he threw his head back and lifted his arm for another blow. He took his time now, snarling as his blunt fingernails extended into very sharp, very long, red claws.
Bui jerked his head to the side just in time to miss their sharp puncture that would more than likely slice right through bone, and crush his skull like a feeble ball of wool, even with his armour. He threw Karasu off him and growled a little as Karasu’s legs only squeezed tighter around his chest in a futile effort to remain.
It went without saying that Karasu’s thighs were deceptively powerful. He knew, intimately, that those thighs were often put to good use--but he couldn’t allow his thoughts to wander now, not with Karasu rising and throwing his head back again to get his long hair out of his face.
Somewhere, somehow, Karasu had lost his mask. Bui could see his lips part to greedily take in each gasp of air his lungs demanded. Pale cock-sucking lips that had touched the young and nubile pretty things he adored so much, and so loved to kill if only to put himself through the sweet sorrow of having lost them.
They stood for a long time, blood dripping to the stained floor, staring at each other. Then Karasu began to chuckle. Bui took a moment to remove his own mask and wipe at the blood there.
“Are you giving up so soon, Bui?” Karasu called, panting still. He shook his arms and then unbuttoned his jacket and let it fall to the ground, displaying his bruised and bloodied torso.
“Hardly,” he said, and spat out some of the blood that was pooling in his mouth.
Karasu sighed eagerly. “Good.”
“My intentions have shifted, however,” he said, standing straighter and smirking at his partner. He pulled off his helmet and let it thud to the floor, ignoring the way the wood groaned at the weight. He didn’t like removing his armour; however he had to, for this anyway.
Karasu narrowed his eyes at that. “Oh?”
Bui didn’t reply to that. Not with words.
Instead, he rushed at Karasu, who smirked and stood his ground. Only when an axe appeared in Bui’s hand and he planted his foot to swing its great weight at Karasu did the other man show a slight reaction. A mere widening of the eyes.
The impact and momentum sent Karasu barrelling into the wall to Bui’s left. Letting the axe dissipate and immediately setting after Karasu as he slid down the wall like a limp doll, Bui allowed himself a slightly grin. When he reached Karasu he fisted a hand in the black hair and tugged him away from the wall.
Karasu followed without much difficulty, sliding to his knees, his eyes unfocused and distant, still reeling from the impact.
Bui worked quickly, dropping to his knees and working at pulling off Karasu’s black pants quickly, tearing at the fabric. That done he pulled at his own orange sash. Still holding Karasu upright with one arm, he worked at his own clothing until his cock sprang free. Unsurprisingly he was hard enough to have made his last few efforts difficult.
Karasu, he noticed, was coming to his senses, and once he realised what Bui intended he snarled and fought for control over it.
Bui found it amusing that Karasu, as thin and willowy as he was, fought for control in moments like these. Sure, Karasu was strong, and could wheedle his way past his defences if he really wanted to, but in physical brute strength, Karasu had no chance. It was endearing to see him continue to try. Sometimes, Bui would even let him, if he was too tired or wanted a change of pace, or was genuinely beaten down by Karasu enough to let him have his way.
But not this time.
Karasu’s hand flew Bui’s handd in his hair. The touch of his long thin fingers was something like touching a giant soldering iron. So he hissed and punched him in his unguarded stomach, then wrapped a hand around Karasu’s knee and tugged him closer as he coiled in on himself with a grunt.
Holding Karasu’s hips down with one hand, he grasped Karasu’s chin in the other and wrenched his head to the side, bearing his throat. Karasu only snarled and squirmed, however uselessly. He didn’t heat his fingertips with concentrated explosions again, but he did first a hand in Bui’s short blue hair when he bent down, extend his nails into unbearably sharp points once more.
Deciding to eliminate the threat, Bui raised a hand and delivered a quick, sharp chop to Karasu’s neck that had him coughing and scratching at Bui’s face as he blinked blindly for a few moments. Bui used the time to pull the long length of orange silk from his waist and coil it around Karasu’s arms. He tied it quickly and pulled Karasu's hands above his head, then formed a small axe and stabbed it into the wooden flooring. With the sash caught beneath the axe, Karasu's arms were pinned above his head.
Karasu laughed. “You think that can hold me?”
“It’s a strong material,” he replied, “why else would I wear it, given my aura?”
That seemed to shut Karasu up for the moment, who fought Bui’s actions every inch of the way until Bui was between his legs and he couldn’t move all that much.
When Bui began to feel the heat of small explosions beneath his armour, he clamped a fist around Karasu’s throat and leant forward to sink his teeth into the nice fleshy bit of Karasu’s shoulder. As he expected, Karasu reacted positively this time, arching a little and gasping loudly, or at least making horrible choking sound that would have been a gasp had he been allowed air.
Bui couldn’t feel Karasu’s naked skin against his chest, but that was okay, because he could definitely feel the naked skin of his inner thigh against his cock. Keeping hold of Karasu’s neck - in warning - he reached beneath him with his free hand to grasp Karasu’s ass as lift his hips up. Long, thin legs parted almost obligingly, and Bui didn’t need more encouragement than that.
So he slipped his cock into Karasu’s dry ass without so much as a warning and clamped his teeth down on his shoulder a little harder, ignoring the blood that flowed into his mouth from the puncture marks. Karasu made a delightful sound, pain or pleasure he didn’t know and didn’t quite care, because he was tight and hot and writhing below him. It was rare he’d have Karasu so completely incapacitated. With his hands free, even when he was beneath Bui, he still tried to take control. This way he couldn’t, had to trust Bui in his attentions, had to suffer the pain of being second to Bui’s pleasures. A delightful experience, if there ever was one.
Bui released his hold on his neck and pulled his teeth from Karasu’s shoulder. He rose to his knees and sat on his heels, then gripped Karasu’s pale hips in his hands and leaned over him as he spread his knees wide and fucked him for all he was worth. Karasu, beneath him, tossed his head back and arched, despite only his shoulders and arms being on the wooden floor now, he still twisted and writhed as he wrapped his legs around Bui’s waist and pulled him forward with each delicious thrust that pierced right through his core and sent pleasure and absolute agony ricocheting right through him until his eyes rolled back in his head.
Bui grunted and clenched his teeth, closing his eyes for a moment and simply enjoying the feeling of the warmth and sudden wetness of Karasu’s ass. Blood, he was sure, but Karasu would heal, as he always did. He enjoyed these brutal fucks as much as Bui did, amusingly.
When he opened his eyes again, he had to bite his tongue. It did not stop the groan from escaping, however.
Karasu looked absolutely delicious. Flushed and panting, head thrown back and with streaks of candy-corn blond leaking its way through his sable hair that splayed about him and stuck to his sweat-slicked neck, he shuddered and moaned with each of Bui’s thrusts. His hands twisted and twined within the orange bindings, but Bui had been careful to tie around his thumbs and up his forearms as well, away from those sharp nails. Of course his cock was mouth-watering, laying against his stomach and leaking precome eagerly.
Rocked with the repetitive waves of utter ecstasy as he was, Karasu hadn’t a single thought in his mind, let alone one to attempt to blow Bui up for his taking advantage of the situation, even if it was getting him a decent, hard fuck.
From the way his moans were turning into guttural screams of ecstasy, Bui would bet that he wouldn’t have to watch his back for too long after this.
“Fu...fuck...”Karasu was breathing, trying to put something into words, a threat or an order Bui couldn’t tell and didn’t care. “Uhn...nnn...”
Bui shifted one of his hand’s from Karasu’s hips to his chest to tweak a nipple, already taught and hard. If anything, that only made Karasu wilder, more desperate, made him buck uselessly in Bui’s hold and thrash his head, more of his hair turning blond and wavy by the second. The reaction was doubled when Bui fisted his hand around Karasu’s cock and began to pump him in counter rhythm to his own harsh thrusts that jolted Karasu so hard he almost lost his breath with each thrust.
Bui lowered his chin to his chest as he felt the white verge creep forward on him. Uncoiling in his belly and tightening in his balls until the dams broke and he was hit with the force of a powerful orgasm, yanking him from his physical body and shoving him elsewhere for a few moments. He kept thrusting, barely registering Karasu’s own rise to completion, though he did notice the way he tightened around his cock as if he were trying to milk his very essence from him.
Bui shuddered in utter rapture and slowed his thrusts, pulling at Karasu’s cock until the very last of his come had released, and Karasu himself was lying limp and panting, his head turned to the side. The teeth marks and bruises, the cuts and gashes from their training session had healed partially already, but still, Bui privately thought they added to the utter mouth watering vision before him.
He gave a small grunt as he pulled himself out, and stared in fascination as his come leaked out after him, a string still attached to his cock snapping and dripping to the wooden floor.
Then Karasu’s knee came up and caught him in the temple, sending him down to the floor like a ton of bricks.
Karasu laughed breathlessly, mockingly. “Hm, thank you for that Bui, just what I needed...”
Bui could see Karasu from the corner of his eye as he picked himself up off the floor; kicking his legs up over his head until he was kneeling face down, staring at his bound wrists. With one harsh tug upwards, using those damnable thighs, he pulled himself free from the anchor. Amusingly, and rightly so, the material did not shred or show any signs of damage from the axe.
Karasu stood struggling with the binds for a moment before he had himself free. He was calmer, something that was both good and bad all at once.
When he was free Karasu tossed Bui’s sash back to him and picked up his pants and jacket, gave him not even as much as a glare as he crossed to the door and then slammed it behind him.
Bui allowed himself a slight chuckle. Karasu talked big for someone who’d just conceded a sparring match for better want of a fuck. Not that Bui was complaining. Still, he had things to do.
After fixing his own clothing, Bui followed Karasu and exited the bloodied and come-soaked training room. He had things to do today.
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End
Warnings: Violence, dub-con-ish, bondage.
Pairing: Bui/Karasu
Rating: R18, baby.
Summary: Sometimes, wires cross. When they do; Karasu is usually involved.
Notes: Something short and fun to amuse myself with. I haven’t written sex in a while now, I feel as if I am neglecting my duties... Here have an uke!Karasu for your patience.
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Training
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Training with Bui and Karasu wasn’t so much training as it was beating the ever-loving shit out of each other. Though there were unspoken rules as to how far they allowed each other to go, sometimes the wires got crossed, as they tended to do when Karasu was involved. Karasu, who was still mourning the loss of his last love, killed by his own hand, was manic.
So when Karasu made an attack that was decidedly below the belt Bui didn’t bother to hold himself back much in his right hook that had Karasu sailing clear over to the other side of the room. He landed on his feet, annoyingly, and slid back some few metres.
An explosion by Bui’s chin sent him staggering back a few feet, and then once again a few more when Karasu launched himself on him. The smaller demon coiled his legs around Bui’s chest tightly and straightened his back as he pulled his arm back to land three or four consecutive blows to the face as Bui was still falling the long distance to the wooden flooring of their training room.
All he could see was red; the blood that was oozing from the cut above his eye, and black; the strands of Karasu’s hair as he threw his head back and lifted his arm for another blow. He took his time now, snarling as his blunt fingernails extended into very sharp, very long, red claws.
Bui jerked his head to the side just in time to miss their sharp puncture that would more than likely slice right through bone, and crush his skull like a feeble ball of wool, even with his armour. He threw Karasu off him and growled a little as Karasu’s legs only squeezed tighter around his chest in a futile effort to remain.
It went without saying that Karasu’s thighs were deceptively powerful. He knew, intimately, that those thighs were often put to good use--but he couldn’t allow his thoughts to wander now, not with Karasu rising and throwing his head back again to get his long hair out of his face.
Somewhere, somehow, Karasu had lost his mask. Bui could see his lips part to greedily take in each gasp of air his lungs demanded. Pale cock-sucking lips that had touched the young and nubile pretty things he adored so much, and so loved to kill if only to put himself through the sweet sorrow of having lost them.
They stood for a long time, blood dripping to the stained floor, staring at each other. Then Karasu began to chuckle. Bui took a moment to remove his own mask and wipe at the blood there.
“Are you giving up so soon, Bui?” Karasu called, panting still. He shook his arms and then unbuttoned his jacket and let it fall to the ground, displaying his bruised and bloodied torso.
“Hardly,” he said, and spat out some of the blood that was pooling in his mouth.
Karasu sighed eagerly. “Good.”
“My intentions have shifted, however,” he said, standing straighter and smirking at his partner. He pulled off his helmet and let it thud to the floor, ignoring the way the wood groaned at the weight. He didn’t like removing his armour; however he had to, for this anyway.
Karasu narrowed his eyes at that. “Oh?”
Bui didn’t reply to that. Not with words.
Instead, he rushed at Karasu, who smirked and stood his ground. Only when an axe appeared in Bui’s hand and he planted his foot to swing its great weight at Karasu did the other man show a slight reaction. A mere widening of the eyes.
The impact and momentum sent Karasu barrelling into the wall to Bui’s left. Letting the axe dissipate and immediately setting after Karasu as he slid down the wall like a limp doll, Bui allowed himself a slightly grin. When he reached Karasu he fisted a hand in the black hair and tugged him away from the wall.
Karasu followed without much difficulty, sliding to his knees, his eyes unfocused and distant, still reeling from the impact.
Bui worked quickly, dropping to his knees and working at pulling off Karasu’s black pants quickly, tearing at the fabric. That done he pulled at his own orange sash. Still holding Karasu upright with one arm, he worked at his own clothing until his cock sprang free. Unsurprisingly he was hard enough to have made his last few efforts difficult.
Karasu, he noticed, was coming to his senses, and once he realised what Bui intended he snarled and fought for control over it.
Bui found it amusing that Karasu, as thin and willowy as he was, fought for control in moments like these. Sure, Karasu was strong, and could wheedle his way past his defences if he really wanted to, but in physical brute strength, Karasu had no chance. It was endearing to see him continue to try. Sometimes, Bui would even let him, if he was too tired or wanted a change of pace, or was genuinely beaten down by Karasu enough to let him have his way.
But not this time.
Karasu’s hand flew Bui’s handd in his hair. The touch of his long thin fingers was something like touching a giant soldering iron. So he hissed and punched him in his unguarded stomach, then wrapped a hand around Karasu’s knee and tugged him closer as he coiled in on himself with a grunt.
Holding Karasu’s hips down with one hand, he grasped Karasu’s chin in the other and wrenched his head to the side, bearing his throat. Karasu only snarled and squirmed, however uselessly. He didn’t heat his fingertips with concentrated explosions again, but he did first a hand in Bui’s short blue hair when he bent down, extend his nails into unbearably sharp points once more.
Deciding to eliminate the threat, Bui raised a hand and delivered a quick, sharp chop to Karasu’s neck that had him coughing and scratching at Bui’s face as he blinked blindly for a few moments. Bui used the time to pull the long length of orange silk from his waist and coil it around Karasu’s arms. He tied it quickly and pulled Karasu's hands above his head, then formed a small axe and stabbed it into the wooden flooring. With the sash caught beneath the axe, Karasu's arms were pinned above his head.
Karasu laughed. “You think that can hold me?”
“It’s a strong material,” he replied, “why else would I wear it, given my aura?”
That seemed to shut Karasu up for the moment, who fought Bui’s actions every inch of the way until Bui was between his legs and he couldn’t move all that much.
When Bui began to feel the heat of small explosions beneath his armour, he clamped a fist around Karasu’s throat and leant forward to sink his teeth into the nice fleshy bit of Karasu’s shoulder. As he expected, Karasu reacted positively this time, arching a little and gasping loudly, or at least making horrible choking sound that would have been a gasp had he been allowed air.
Bui couldn’t feel Karasu’s naked skin against his chest, but that was okay, because he could definitely feel the naked skin of his inner thigh against his cock. Keeping hold of Karasu’s neck - in warning - he reached beneath him with his free hand to grasp Karasu’s ass as lift his hips up. Long, thin legs parted almost obligingly, and Bui didn’t need more encouragement than that.
So he slipped his cock into Karasu’s dry ass without so much as a warning and clamped his teeth down on his shoulder a little harder, ignoring the blood that flowed into his mouth from the puncture marks. Karasu made a delightful sound, pain or pleasure he didn’t know and didn’t quite care, because he was tight and hot and writhing below him. It was rare he’d have Karasu so completely incapacitated. With his hands free, even when he was beneath Bui, he still tried to take control. This way he couldn’t, had to trust Bui in his attentions, had to suffer the pain of being second to Bui’s pleasures. A delightful experience, if there ever was one.
Bui released his hold on his neck and pulled his teeth from Karasu’s shoulder. He rose to his knees and sat on his heels, then gripped Karasu’s pale hips in his hands and leaned over him as he spread his knees wide and fucked him for all he was worth. Karasu, beneath him, tossed his head back and arched, despite only his shoulders and arms being on the wooden floor now, he still twisted and writhed as he wrapped his legs around Bui’s waist and pulled him forward with each delicious thrust that pierced right through his core and sent pleasure and absolute agony ricocheting right through him until his eyes rolled back in his head.
Bui grunted and clenched his teeth, closing his eyes for a moment and simply enjoying the feeling of the warmth and sudden wetness of Karasu’s ass. Blood, he was sure, but Karasu would heal, as he always did. He enjoyed these brutal fucks as much as Bui did, amusingly.
When he opened his eyes again, he had to bite his tongue. It did not stop the groan from escaping, however.
Karasu looked absolutely delicious. Flushed and panting, head thrown back and with streaks of candy-corn blond leaking its way through his sable hair that splayed about him and stuck to his sweat-slicked neck, he shuddered and moaned with each of Bui’s thrusts. His hands twisted and twined within the orange bindings, but Bui had been careful to tie around his thumbs and up his forearms as well, away from those sharp nails. Of course his cock was mouth-watering, laying against his stomach and leaking precome eagerly.
Rocked with the repetitive waves of utter ecstasy as he was, Karasu hadn’t a single thought in his mind, let alone one to attempt to blow Bui up for his taking advantage of the situation, even if it was getting him a decent, hard fuck.
From the way his moans were turning into guttural screams of ecstasy, Bui would bet that he wouldn’t have to watch his back for too long after this.
“Fu...fuck...”Karasu was breathing, trying to put something into words, a threat or an order Bui couldn’t tell and didn’t care. “Uhn...nnn...”
Bui shifted one of his hand’s from Karasu’s hips to his chest to tweak a nipple, already taught and hard. If anything, that only made Karasu wilder, more desperate, made him buck uselessly in Bui’s hold and thrash his head, more of his hair turning blond and wavy by the second. The reaction was doubled when Bui fisted his hand around Karasu’s cock and began to pump him in counter rhythm to his own harsh thrusts that jolted Karasu so hard he almost lost his breath with each thrust.
Bui lowered his chin to his chest as he felt the white verge creep forward on him. Uncoiling in his belly and tightening in his balls until the dams broke and he was hit with the force of a powerful orgasm, yanking him from his physical body and shoving him elsewhere for a few moments. He kept thrusting, barely registering Karasu’s own rise to completion, though he did notice the way he tightened around his cock as if he were trying to milk his very essence from him.
Bui shuddered in utter rapture and slowed his thrusts, pulling at Karasu’s cock until the very last of his come had released, and Karasu himself was lying limp and panting, his head turned to the side. The teeth marks and bruises, the cuts and gashes from their training session had healed partially already, but still, Bui privately thought they added to the utter mouth watering vision before him.
He gave a small grunt as he pulled himself out, and stared in fascination as his come leaked out after him, a string still attached to his cock snapping and dripping to the wooden floor.
Then Karasu’s knee came up and caught him in the temple, sending him down to the floor like a ton of bricks.
Karasu laughed breathlessly, mockingly. “Hm, thank you for that Bui, just what I needed...”
Bui could see Karasu from the corner of his eye as he picked himself up off the floor; kicking his legs up over his head until he was kneeling face down, staring at his bound wrists. With one harsh tug upwards, using those damnable thighs, he pulled himself free from the anchor. Amusingly, and rightly so, the material did not shred or show any signs of damage from the axe.
Karasu stood struggling with the binds for a moment before he had himself free. He was calmer, something that was both good and bad all at once.
When he was free Karasu tossed Bui’s sash back to him and picked up his pants and jacket, gave him not even as much as a glare as he crossed to the door and then slammed it behind him.
Bui allowed himself a slight chuckle. Karasu talked big for someone who’d just conceded a sparring match for better want of a fuck. Not that Bui was complaining. Still, he had things to do.
After fixing his own clothing, Bui followed Karasu and exited the bloodied and come-soaked training room. He had things to do today.
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End