Sengoku Basara - [Mitsuhide/Kojuurou] - Breaking Points
So, for LJ's downtime, we had a quick porn-off that I passed out in the middle of, but... Enjoy my sleep-addled fill for evocates' request:
Title: Breaking Points
Pairing: Akechi Mitsuhide/Katakura Kojuurou
Honnoji reeked by the evening, the thick scent of burning wood mingled with the thicker smoke of burning flesh and hair. His breath was thick, choked on the grit of the very air, but he'd won. The pause Ranmaru's innocence had afforded him had given him the advantage and the right eye of the dragon had been cut down like so much grass.
Ah, it was both equally satisfying and disappointing to feel the heat of Kojuurou's blood staining his blade. He wanted more and yet, it had come to him too quickly for him to enjoy. He swung the blade back to him, dragging the other back as he fought for consciousness' return, but it wasn't enough. The distance between them was already too close.
Like a shark lured by blood in the water, Mitsuhide shifted quickly forward, waxy fingers meeting a scar-touched cheek and then quickly lower.
He explored the man, finding the blood and feeling the potent wince of the other as he made contact with the wound. How sweet, how deep. It was hot beneath his fingers and he buried them into the damaged flesh, drawing closer to the man that fought to breath beneath him. The thick warmth surrounded him, intoxicated him.
"Does it hurt?" he murmured, eyes glazed in the satisfaction of victory. But the question wasn't for the man beneath him. He was already lost. The body beneath him wasn't real. It wasn't as real as the heat, the soft sound the other man as he leaned closer to lick at the blood from its source. It was beautiful.
He needed more. And rip, rip, rip. He found it.
Title: Breaking Points
Pairing: Akechi Mitsuhide/Katakura Kojuurou
Honnoji reeked by the evening, the thick scent of burning wood mingled with the thicker smoke of burning flesh and hair. His breath was thick, choked on the grit of the very air, but he'd won. The pause Ranmaru's innocence had afforded him had given him the advantage and the right eye of the dragon had been cut down like so much grass.
Ah, it was both equally satisfying and disappointing to feel the heat of Kojuurou's blood staining his blade. He wanted more and yet, it had come to him too quickly for him to enjoy. He swung the blade back to him, dragging the other back as he fought for consciousness' return, but it wasn't enough. The distance between them was already too close.
Like a shark lured by blood in the water, Mitsuhide shifted quickly forward, waxy fingers meeting a scar-touched cheek and then quickly lower.
He explored the man, finding the blood and feeling the potent wince of the other as he made contact with the wound. How sweet, how deep. It was hot beneath his fingers and he buried them into the damaged flesh, drawing closer to the man that fought to breath beneath him. The thick warmth surrounded him, intoxicated him.
"Does it hurt?" he murmured, eyes glazed in the satisfaction of victory. But the question wasn't for the man beneath him. He was already lost. The body beneath him wasn't real. It wasn't as real as the heat, the soft sound the other man as he leaned closer to lick at the blood from its source. It was beautiful.
He needed more. And rip, rip, rip. He found it.