[ KINKY / fanfiction / R / sex, smut, and the like ]
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1 - No requests, only fills.
2 - Format: [ ACTUAL TITLE / kinks / rating ]
3 - Feel free to incorporate multiple concepts into one piece of fiction, so long as a you're specific.
[ list of filled entries for this particular journal]
“Please, wait, bocchan-sama!” the insipid little man had said, tugging on an embroidered sleeve. Instinctively, Kiku reached for his sword, yet not even the blade at his throat seemed to disturb the convicted manager. With the trace of smile, the man beckoned to the young lord, impudence and disrespect coating the tips of his very fingers.
People had been killed for lesser transgressions.
Nonetheless, Kiku was perturbed and decided to follow the peculiar manager. Apparently, the store was smaller than its outside walls and mirrors proclaimed, as the backroom of the facility was tight and cramped, velvet and the musk of roses drifting in and out of the chamber intermittently. Without care for the unclothed persons in cages, Kiku simply followed the other man.
“I have yet to reveal this little one to the public,” the owner sighed here, lighting a candle to provide some sense of sight in the darkest part of holding room, “but business is business...” the not-quite hesitancy in the other’s voice belied something of another reason to Kiku. He ignored it. Instead, he chose to avert his attention to the gilded cage, painted in gold and set on velvet. The cage itself was larger, more magnificent than the ones both on display and hidden from sight, and there was a certain air of otherworldliness about this particular cage.
“Yiao,” the man called softly, clapping lightly and whistling an ancient tune.
There was the sound of a gentle rustle of many robes, and then the slave stepped out. The being that Kiku saw fleshing and illuminating from the blood-red-cloth of her cage could only be described as a Goddess.
“Lai zhe li,” the owner commanded, unlocking the cage while speaking in a foreign tongue. Wordlessly, the woman approached her master, wrapping her arms about his neck and leaning in to place a slow, sensual kiss at the base of his jaw. Kiku swallowed and then licked his lips, for his mouth was suddenly dry.
“Do you like what you see?” punctuated the tensity of the air, causing Kiku to realize that his actions had not gone unnoticed, despite the female’s ministrations and the dank lighting of the room. He turned his head, as if in disinterest, “I have seen better,” he managed to smoothly say, although his fingers itched to own and grab and take and keep. The owner chuckled, as if already seen through such a lie, “I will have you know that he has been trained since birth; he is not just a pretty face.”
“He?” Kiku raises an eyebrow, curls his lip, “It for these sort of practices that the government is closing your type of store down. So desperate that you’re resorting to stealing people of your same gender?”
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With practiced ease, the owner glides a wrinkled hand down a smooth, pale thigh, void of marks or scars. The slave turns his face, but makes no noise, even when the master raises his fingers to trace the light reflecting off of the curve of a well-defined face. Heavily-lidded eyes, lengthy black hair, and a complexion of alabaster itself.
All the traits of beauty were present in this person, and Kiku found himself unable to stay silent when the old man delicately brushes away a stray ebony hair.
“Does,” damn, a stutter, (weakness, weakness; you cannot have that.) “Does it speak?”
“But of course!” is the reply, “We only sell the finest of goods here! Come, feel smoothness of lips, the warmth in the mouth; good gums are essential to health, you know?” The idea of this ‘deal’ is revolting, as are the implications of cannibalism which the owner is suggesting. If anything, he should march forward and remove both their heads from their necks.
He cannot, strangely.
Somehow or another, the owner manages to seal the agreement with him, and he has a new slave as well as a soon-to-be-broken promise the second time (and last) he passes through the shop’s door. And still, the slave has yet to speak a word.
Silence is golden, and talk is cheap.
“A pleasure doing business with you, bocchan-sama!” the storeowner has the gall to call back in reply. Kiku swears to burn down the entirety of the establishment within the next week (his promotion is coming soon, after all, and the audacity of the owner must be punished). For now, he glances casually at his acquisition in the back of the vehicle.
Three men can keep a secret if two of them are dead.
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Much appreciation for your artful use of detail and diction, two things that I'm agonizingly learning for the second time in my life. Oh God How Much I Hate It So. But anyways! It's always nice and reassuring to read fanfiction that is actually, well, good. *laughs nervously* Seriously.
PS: Can you tell me which Kinks you filled with that? So that I can make a handy-dandy list, and hopefully somehow shorten it?
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Er! O_o
Um... Well, I guess this counts as "Aristocracy", "Attention", "Auctions", "Beauty", "Gender Themes", "Prostitutes", "Submission", and "Voyeurism".
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Oh no! I didn't~ >___<
Here, I'll do it right this time~ ;_;
Ah! The title is so longgg... livejournal is not going my way...!
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*sarcastic clapping*
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(This is precisely why we made this sort of community, right? ;DDD)
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*high-five for the JxC lurve~*
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^^~
More, more, more! XD (I need to get past high school, and it's killing me except also driving me to new points of insanity, which is always fun (*cough* LJ communities for the pairings of fictional characters, cough*)
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