Fic - Deanon: Scarred for Life
Title: Scarred for Life
Pairings: KuroFai, SyaoFai, SyaoSaku
Word count: 1,700
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sexual situations, not recommended use of vegetables, crack
Summary: Syaoran gets the distinct impression that his surrogate parents are doing this on purpose.
a/n: Written for this prompt on the kinkmeme. Fai/Syaoran, “wet dream.” Oh, how I love trolling him. ♥
Syaoran woke up to a raging erection and moans coming from the other side of the wall in prefect rhythm with the banging of the headboard. Plaster trickled down from his wall and onto his nose. Fantastic. He closed his eyes again, too tired for this.
God, yes, faster-
Syaoran let out a strangled noise and pressed the pillow over his head and his face down onto the bed. His erection was uncomfortably wedged between his thighs and the mattress, but he refused to shift or do anything about it. Ignore it, it will go away. He tried to think of happy, harmless things. Puppies, kitties, Sakura with a kitty, Sakura undressing, with a kitty, Fai and Sakura undressing each other, with a kitty-
Syaoran bit down on the frustrated sob. No wonder he dreamt strange things about Fai. Honestly, why was he even surprised. He couldn’t quite drown out the banging, partly because it was now heavy enough to shake his bed and to topple over the books on his nightstand with a crash. Syaoran glared at the wall.
Fai must have had decided he was at the point where screaming was appropriate, and Syaoran started hitting a fist against the wall. Seemed they couldn’t hear it, which didn’t really surprise him. Every new world they visited, they seemed to get less discreet, and while Syaoran was stammering and blushing at breakfast, all that Fai would do was laugh at him and pat him on the shoulder. His personal love interest was a dozen dimensions away, and her really just wanted to sleep through the sex life of his surrogate parents. Just because he wasn’t a kid, anymore, didn’t mean he wanted to know.
Oh God, I’m coming!
Syaoran had had it. Who even screamed about how they were coming during sex!? He stood up, deeply annoyed with the world and everything within it, too tired to even care and just in time remembering to pull the pillow off his bed and press it over his crotch. He shuffled out of his room on stiff legs and the three steps down the hallway to Fai and Kurogane’s door. The noises were even louder, here, and of course they didn’t hear him when he knocked. Instead, he got an earful of dirty talk from Kurogane, which he really could have done without.
Syaoran ripped the door open, which finally led to another kind of shout from Fai, even as it went unnoticed for another three or so thrusts from Kurogane, before the ninja got slapped in the face. Kurogane was about to complain, when he noticed Fai’s horrified look and turned around to see Syaoran standing in the doorway.
Syaoran thought he must look rather disgruntled, going by the absolute silence that fell.
“So, I just wanted to tell you that I can hear you,” Syaoran said, his voice still rough with sleep, stifling a yawn. He felt like he should be embarrassed but honestly couldn’t find it in himself to care. “Could you please turn the volume down. And get the bed about a meter away from the wall, if you have the time, because the part where it connects with the wall makes my furniture fall over. And,” he turned to Kurogane who looked mortified. Syaoran rubbed a hand across his face, pained as he looked at his mentor, “Please, please, don’t call Fai-san a dirty slut, or at least try to do it at an acceptable volume. I want to rip off my ears.”
Fai nodded slowly for both of them and then cleared his throat. His voice was still hoarse when he said. “Syaoran-kun, I’m sorry we’ve woken you. Could you close the door, now?”
“Good night,” he said tonelessly and did as told. He let his forehead fall against the shut door. From the inside, a hush of noises started to erupt, mortified whispers interrupted by snickering, and then furniture was moved across the room noisily. Well, that was something. Plus, the burning blush at what he had just seen started to creep up Syaoran’s neck and cheeks, belatedly. Had Kurogane just… and had Fai’s leg really bent around… and had that been a zucchini? Syaoran shook his head to clear out that particular image.
He slowly shuffled back to his own bed, letting himself fall down on the covers face-first and with a long-suffering sigh.
Damn, he had almost had forgotten about his erection. He threw the pillow up on the bed and shoved himself onto the mattress with his toes, rubbing his little friend against the covers, which felt really rather nice. He shouldn’t call his penis ‘little friend,’ he realized sleepily, it was kind of creepy. The noises from the other side of the wall started again, but was distinctly more quiet, now. It was actually the a nice spectrum of moans, the kind of noises that Fai made in his dreams, instead of all the screaming.
Kitties, Syaoran thought, kitties, puppies, butterflies, playing under an apple tree, full of apples, very harmless apples. Apples were good, three apples time five apples were fifteen apples squared, which meant he would need to add another dimension or two to make this work-
A shivering moan and enthusiastic mattress squeaking. The squeaking had been less obvious when the headboard had still connected with the wall, Syaoran realized. Well, at least he didn’t hear Kurogane anymore. Which put a lot of images in his head that contained just Fai, and Fai touching himself, and Syaoran over Fai, kissing Fai, thrusting into Fai, and now if he could forget about the zucchini-
“Why do you even have a zucchini?” Syaoran shouted, and for a moment, the noises on the other side of the wall succumbed. Shortly. Oh, why did he even care.
Syaoran fumbled his hand down his body and into his sleeping pants, stifling a moan against the pillow. Fai, beautiful, obnoxious Fai was touching him, stroking him, whispering in his ear from above. Syaoran almost felt his breath against his cheek, felt a soft kiss dropped on his neck. He turned on his back, eyes closed, Fai over him kissing a way down his chest, sucking his nipples, licking a wet trail down his stomach.
Syaoran whimpered and parted his legs as Fai’s loud moans drifted over from the next room. There was hand lotion in the bedside table, he remembered, and he fumbled with the drawer for a second before squeezing a bit of the cool lotion on the index and middle finger of his left hand. He stroked himself and fingered for his own hole with the other hand, gently pressing inside. Not too deeply, just a enough to make the images come to life in his head. Fai over him, thrusting into him.
Syaoran’s breath was short and his face was glowing with arousal. Just a bit more - the squeaking next door got more enthusiastic, and somehow, Fai and Kurogane managed to make the furniture in their room groan with whatever they were doing in there. Syaoran whispered Fai’s name and let the world around fall away in favor for his fantasies. He was close and his strokes sped up.
Something broke with a splintering crash next door and there was some cursing that Syaoran ignored. He hooked his fingers inside himself, so close -
“Syaoran-kun-”
“Fai-san,” Syaoran moaned.
“Syao…? Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude!” came the surprised answer.
Syaoran wedged his eyes open to see Fai stand in the open door. The real one. He pulled his fingers out of his ass with a strangled shout and hastily grabbed for the duvet to cover himself up. Which didn’t work all that well, as he was lying on top of said duvet, and the panicked tug on it merely managed to make fall out of his bed with his legs tangled up in the blanket.
“Are you alright?” Fai tried to pull him up, which Syaoran would have found helpful hadn’t his cock stuck out of his pants.
“Yeah, I’m okay, what do you want?” Syaoran mumbled, wrestling out of Fai’s grip (ignoring completely how much that turned him on in this state), and carefully bundled up the duvet in his lap.
“Er, I just wanted to ask if you had the toolbox with you, Mokona didn’t know where it was and our bed kind of…” Fai let the sentence trail off, looking rather embarrassed. Mokona slept in the living room. Possibly to escape the noise. Syaoran thought about joining her for the next few days.
“Yeah, er, there’s tools under the sink,” Syaoran said, hoping that Fai would go away, now. Fai stared at him with a serious expression.
“You know, if it really affects you this much, I could talk to Kurogane about you joining us-“
“No!” Syaoran choked out utterly terrified. Fai lifted his hands up with a snicker.
“Just kidding~, what kind of family would we be? Good night, Syaoran-kun, sorry to have interrupted!”
Syaoran buried his face in his hands as Fai finally left. They smelled weird. Great. He hastily finished himself off, not thinking of anything at all. Next door, Kurogane had started hammering away on the bed frame. Ah, peaceful nights. He looked at the clock. 4 am. Well, he could just as well get a shower and stay up, he guessed. The hammering stopped, eventually, and Syaoran found a change of clothes and stepped outside into the hallway. He opened the bathroom door.
Kurogane fucked Fai inside the shower. With a the handle of a screwdriver. Silently.
Syaoran closed the bathroom door.
Syaoran went to bed and dreamt of puppies, and kitties, and trying to escape Fai and Kurogane that were following him persistently through different dimensions, which somehow ended in a big orgy including vegetables and various other, phallus-shaped objects. It was not the dream that terrified him, when he woke up the next morning, it was the fact that this really wasn’t too far from reality.
This was shortly before Syaoran decided that it was a good time for Kurogane and Fai to return to Nihon and settle down. He was old enough to travel alone, after all.
Pairings: KuroFai, SyaoFai, SyaoSaku
Word count: 1,700
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sexual situations, not recommended use of vegetables, crack
Summary: Syaoran gets the distinct impression that his surrogate parents are doing this on purpose.
a/n: Written for this prompt on the kinkmeme. Fai/Syaoran, “wet dream.” Oh, how I love trolling him. ♥
Syaoran woke up to a raging erection and moans coming from the other side of the wall in prefect rhythm with the banging of the headboard. Plaster trickled down from his wall and onto his nose. Fantastic. He closed his eyes again, too tired for this.
God, yes, faster-
Syaoran let out a strangled noise and pressed the pillow over his head and his face down onto the bed. His erection was uncomfortably wedged between his thighs and the mattress, but he refused to shift or do anything about it. Ignore it, it will go away. He tried to think of happy, harmless things. Puppies, kitties, Sakura with a kitty, Sakura undressing, with a kitty, Fai and Sakura undressing each other, with a kitty-
Syaoran bit down on the frustrated sob. No wonder he dreamt strange things about Fai. Honestly, why was he even surprised. He couldn’t quite drown out the banging, partly because it was now heavy enough to shake his bed and to topple over the books on his nightstand with a crash. Syaoran glared at the wall.
Fai must have had decided he was at the point where screaming was appropriate, and Syaoran started hitting a fist against the wall. Seemed they couldn’t hear it, which didn’t really surprise him. Every new world they visited, they seemed to get less discreet, and while Syaoran was stammering and blushing at breakfast, all that Fai would do was laugh at him and pat him on the shoulder. His personal love interest was a dozen dimensions away, and her really just wanted to sleep through the sex life of his surrogate parents. Just because he wasn’t a kid, anymore, didn’t mean he wanted to know.
Oh God, I’m coming!
Syaoran had had it. Who even screamed about how they were coming during sex!? He stood up, deeply annoyed with the world and everything within it, too tired to even care and just in time remembering to pull the pillow off his bed and press it over his crotch. He shuffled out of his room on stiff legs and the three steps down the hallway to Fai and Kurogane’s door. The noises were even louder, here, and of course they didn’t hear him when he knocked. Instead, he got an earful of dirty talk from Kurogane, which he really could have done without.
Syaoran ripped the door open, which finally led to another kind of shout from Fai, even as it went unnoticed for another three or so thrusts from Kurogane, before the ninja got slapped in the face. Kurogane was about to complain, when he noticed Fai’s horrified look and turned around to see Syaoran standing in the doorway.
Syaoran thought he must look rather disgruntled, going by the absolute silence that fell.
“So, I just wanted to tell you that I can hear you,” Syaoran said, his voice still rough with sleep, stifling a yawn. He felt like he should be embarrassed but honestly couldn’t find it in himself to care. “Could you please turn the volume down. And get the bed about a meter away from the wall, if you have the time, because the part where it connects with the wall makes my furniture fall over. And,” he turned to Kurogane who looked mortified. Syaoran rubbed a hand across his face, pained as he looked at his mentor, “Please, please, don’t call Fai-san a dirty slut, or at least try to do it at an acceptable volume. I want to rip off my ears.”
Fai nodded slowly for both of them and then cleared his throat. His voice was still hoarse when he said. “Syaoran-kun, I’m sorry we’ve woken you. Could you close the door, now?”
“Good night,” he said tonelessly and did as told. He let his forehead fall against the shut door. From the inside, a hush of noises started to erupt, mortified whispers interrupted by snickering, and then furniture was moved across the room noisily. Well, that was something. Plus, the burning blush at what he had just seen started to creep up Syaoran’s neck and cheeks, belatedly. Had Kurogane just… and had Fai’s leg really bent around… and had that been a zucchini? Syaoran shook his head to clear out that particular image.
He slowly shuffled back to his own bed, letting himself fall down on the covers face-first and with a long-suffering sigh.
Damn, he had almost had forgotten about his erection. He threw the pillow up on the bed and shoved himself onto the mattress with his toes, rubbing his little friend against the covers, which felt really rather nice. He shouldn’t call his penis ‘little friend,’ he realized sleepily, it was kind of creepy. The noises from the other side of the wall started again, but was distinctly more quiet, now. It was actually the a nice spectrum of moans, the kind of noises that Fai made in his dreams, instead of all the screaming.
Kitties, Syaoran thought, kitties, puppies, butterflies, playing under an apple tree, full of apples, very harmless apples. Apples were good, three apples time five apples were fifteen apples squared, which meant he would need to add another dimension or two to make this work-
A shivering moan and enthusiastic mattress squeaking. The squeaking had been less obvious when the headboard had still connected with the wall, Syaoran realized. Well, at least he didn’t hear Kurogane anymore. Which put a lot of images in his head that contained just Fai, and Fai touching himself, and Syaoran over Fai, kissing Fai, thrusting into Fai, and now if he could forget about the zucchini-
“Why do you even have a zucchini?” Syaoran shouted, and for a moment, the noises on the other side of the wall succumbed. Shortly. Oh, why did he even care.
Syaoran fumbled his hand down his body and into his sleeping pants, stifling a moan against the pillow. Fai, beautiful, obnoxious Fai was touching him, stroking him, whispering in his ear from above. Syaoran almost felt his breath against his cheek, felt a soft kiss dropped on his neck. He turned on his back, eyes closed, Fai over him kissing a way down his chest, sucking his nipples, licking a wet trail down his stomach.
Syaoran whimpered and parted his legs as Fai’s loud moans drifted over from the next room. There was hand lotion in the bedside table, he remembered, and he fumbled with the drawer for a second before squeezing a bit of the cool lotion on the index and middle finger of his left hand. He stroked himself and fingered for his own hole with the other hand, gently pressing inside. Not too deeply, just a enough to make the images come to life in his head. Fai over him, thrusting into him.
Syaoran’s breath was short and his face was glowing with arousal. Just a bit more - the squeaking next door got more enthusiastic, and somehow, Fai and Kurogane managed to make the furniture in their room groan with whatever they were doing in there. Syaoran whispered Fai’s name and let the world around fall away in favor for his fantasies. He was close and his strokes sped up.
Something broke with a splintering crash next door and there was some cursing that Syaoran ignored. He hooked his fingers inside himself, so close -
“Syaoran-kun-”
“Fai-san,” Syaoran moaned.
“Syao…? Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude!” came the surprised answer.
Syaoran wedged his eyes open to see Fai stand in the open door. The real one. He pulled his fingers out of his ass with a strangled shout and hastily grabbed for the duvet to cover himself up. Which didn’t work all that well, as he was lying on top of said duvet, and the panicked tug on it merely managed to make fall out of his bed with his legs tangled up in the blanket.
“Are you alright?” Fai tried to pull him up, which Syaoran would have found helpful hadn’t his cock stuck out of his pants.
“Yeah, I’m okay, what do you want?” Syaoran mumbled, wrestling out of Fai’s grip (ignoring completely how much that turned him on in this state), and carefully bundled up the duvet in his lap.
“Er, I just wanted to ask if you had the toolbox with you, Mokona didn’t know where it was and our bed kind of…” Fai let the sentence trail off, looking rather embarrassed. Mokona slept in the living room. Possibly to escape the noise. Syaoran thought about joining her for the next few days.
“Yeah, er, there’s tools under the sink,” Syaoran said, hoping that Fai would go away, now. Fai stared at him with a serious expression.
“You know, if it really affects you this much, I could talk to Kurogane about you joining us-“
“No!” Syaoran choked out utterly terrified. Fai lifted his hands up with a snicker.
“Just kidding~, what kind of family would we be? Good night, Syaoran-kun, sorry to have interrupted!”
Syaoran buried his face in his hands as Fai finally left. They smelled weird. Great. He hastily finished himself off, not thinking of anything at all. Next door, Kurogane had started hammering away on the bed frame. Ah, peaceful nights. He looked at the clock. 4 am. Well, he could just as well get a shower and stay up, he guessed. The hammering stopped, eventually, and Syaoran found a change of clothes and stepped outside into the hallway. He opened the bathroom door.
Kurogane fucked Fai inside the shower. With a the handle of a screwdriver. Silently.
Syaoran closed the bathroom door.
Syaoran went to bed and dreamt of puppies, and kitties, and trying to escape Fai and Kurogane that were following him persistently through different dimensions, which somehow ended in a big orgy including vegetables and various other, phallus-shaped objects. It was not the dream that terrified him, when he woke up the next morning, it was the fact that this really wasn’t too far from reality.
This was shortly before Syaoran decided that it was a good time for Kurogane and Fai to return to Nihon and settle down. He was old enough to travel alone, after all.