FIC: 100% Woman (YanaKiri, NC17)
Title: 100% Woman
Author: Ociwen
Pairing/characters: Yanagi/Kirihara
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2000
Warning (if any): Boobies, etc.
Summary: Akaya shows up at Renji's one night, but something is up.
Notes (if any): Was in the mood for some YanaKiri. &hearts
Renji should know better than to leave his window open during May.
A little stone sails through and smacks him on the back of the head. He sighs and rubs the back of it. When he looks down at his floor, he sees the pebble rolling by his feet. The indigo curtains are still. There is no moon, no rain, no nothing but the soft chirp of crickets
He hates the noise.
It was a good spot that he was it in his novel, an old Soseki, beat up and bent spine with dozens of dog-eared pages. He scans the page again, but he cannot find his place. He sighs. Then he sets his novel down.
A second stone rattles across the floor-this time, it's no fluke. Renji shifts his eyes. It's late. His family is asleep, or at work. His sister might be drunk in a club in Roppongi, he didn't pay too much attention at dinner. Technically, he should be in bed. Instead, he's awake and reading again. Like usual.
And Akaya is standing outside his window in the alley between Renji's house and the neighbour's. Renji blinks. "Akaya?" he whispers. He sticks his head out the window. He knows that form anywhere. Akaya's hair gives him away, even though he's dressed in baggy, homeless clothes.
The street lamps are the only the lights in the neighbourhood, apart from Renji's desk lamp. Kirihara's shadow is a long, hunched over figure. He doesn't look up at Renji. He stands and sways, moaning like a jikiniki. The night is warm and the sky is overcast with billowing grey clouds.
Renji hesitates, then he hisses, "Just a minute."
He meets Akaya at the gate. Renji shuffles onto the street in his slippers and holds it open. Akaya scuffs his sneakers. His hands are stuffed into his pockets. His head is downcast. Renji frowns and feels vaguely sad. He's tired, but he doesn't yawn. "Are you okay?" he asks.
Akaya doesn't move. But he does make a noise. A small sob that catches in Renji's throat. His mother won't be happy if she were to find out, but Renji nods and motions for Akaya to come with him. Akaya could easily camp out in a park with pigeons and stray cats, but Renji's senpai side gets the better of him.
That, and there's something very odd. It's not a hunch, it's a fact. A 100% fact.
They creep upstairs. The stairs groan under their weight. Renji holds his breath, but his mother sleeps with earplugs. He says nothing. Akaya shuffles behind him. Renji closes his bedroom door. It clicks.
His lamp is dim, but he can see the streaks of tears down Akaya's face. Renji touches Akaya's chin, lifting it up with slow, light fingers, just in case Akaya is bruised.
He cringes, but he's not beat up.
"Something happened," Akaya says. He moans. He sniffles. He opens his mouth and starts to gasp. His arms cover his chest as he huddles into himself.
And then Renji sees something he never expected. Not in a million years. Not in the chances of a hundred billion to one.
He blinks. His jaw drops. Akaya looks up to see his expression, then he squeezes his eyes shut and flings himself onto Renji's bed. He says something into Renji's pillow, but the sound is muffled. Through the strains of insects outside, Renji can't make out Akaya's words.
He steps closer. His heart flutters. Renji questions the way his body seems to be responding to this with a quickened pulse and strange pangs in between his legs (well, he knows what those are, but he doesn't want to acknowledge them right now!) He breathes and leans down to tap Akaya on the shoulder.
Akaya spins around. His face is fierce and flushed. His lips are puffy from being chewed. His eyes are tinged pink. He's glorious like this, almost in demon mode when he hisses, "A fairy came to visit me and now I…now I…" Akaya groans through his teeth. Then he punches his fist into Renji's pillow. His chest moves.
"You were the only one I thought could help," Akaya says. Spit flies. His nostrils flare. Tears shine on his cheeks. Renji wonders what it might be like to lick them off.
"I can," he says. "Maybe. I've never…seen anything like this."
Akaya sticks his bottom lip out. His eyes glare up at Renji for a moment, then with a sniffle, he looks away and mumbles okay. It's worth a shot. It's fucked up enough already.
He's bold taking off his sweatshirt. Renji can see that it's not a joke as Akaya peels off his layers, revealing more and more of the warped body, the swell of something new on his chest, the nipples pressing against the cotton of his t-shirt and the round hips, too. Renji's mouth goes dry. He swallows and Akaya crosses his arms over his chest. He scowls like Sanada. It makes Renji laugh a little.
"What?" Akaya snaps. His lip trembles again. Renji mumbles an apology. Standing here, in Renji's room, in a thin t-shirt too tight around his chest and a pair of boxer-briefs pulled in the wrong ways over his hips, Akaya breathes hard.
"The fairy said I was being punished," he says.
I'll punish you, too, Renji thinks. He imagines Akaya on his bed, mewling and on his knees, his bum red and flushed from being smacked. A shiver runs down Renji's spine, settling in the base and spreading a numb pleasure through his balls and dick.
Then Renji blinks and shakes his head. No!
"Can you…examine me?" Akaya mumbles. "I don't- I'm not going to a doctor! They'll think I'm crazy!"
"You're not crazy," Renji whispers. You're lovely…
He exhales and stares at his floor. This is the least appropriate time to deal with his teenage hormones. Renji closes his eyes to calm himself. Akaya keeps breathing shuddered, sweet little breaths that make Renji's skin prickle.
He opens his eyes.
"Let me check," he says. He touches Akaya's arm and tugs at it. He tugs harder, trying to pry it from Akaya's chest and only finally does Akaya relent with a wince.
They are definitely breasts. They jut out, pert and round and there are shadowed nipples pressing against his shirt. Renji shifts his weight to his other foot. Akaya's chest jiggles as he breathes. He looks up at Renji with dark, pleading eyes. Help me…!
Renji slides his hands over Akaya's arms. His brain is progressively slithering into his pants, making it all but 100% impossible to think properly. He touches Akaya's shoulders, which seem smaller. They have less muscle than before-when was the last time he saw Akaya? A month ago, at his graduation?
And now, Akaya has…distinct feminine characteristics. On the surface. Renji's hands move down his chest. Akaya sucks in a breath and shakes his head. "No…" he says. "No…"
His protests dissolve as Renji's fingers roam over the rounded swell of his breasts. His chest shudders as Renji's palms move down lower and the feeling of stiff nipples under his hands makes Renji bite his lip. He rubs Akaya's breasts. He enjoys the way Akaya starts to squirm. Akaya wriggles around. His back is pressed to Renji's chest. Renji cups his breasts. They are heavier than he would have thought.
Akaya doesn't wear a bra, either.
"Senpai!" he hisses. Renji takes an elbow to the stomach. He gasps. Pain blooms in his ribs, but it isn’t nearly as much as the ache between his legs.
"Akaya," he whispers. His nose touches the top of Akaya's ear. Renji licks the shell. It tastes vaguely of sweat, and shampoo. Akaya makes a noise. He's as slippery as a fish. His t-shirt starts to ride up as he wriggles. Hot skin is exposed. Renji sucks on Akaya's ear, biting down hard enough to make Akaya cry. He stops moving for a moment.
It's long enough for Renji to turn him around and flip him down onto the bed. "I need to examine you closer," he mutters. He crawls over Akaya, who pushes up on his chest and knees him in the thigh. Akaya shakes his head. He says its weird, Renji is his senpai, he needs help!
"Let me help you," Renji says. Over and over, he says it in Akaya's ear. He doesn't know what he's doing. His body moves. He fumbles with Akaya's shirt. It gets stuck around Akaya's armpits, but his breasts are exposed. Pink nipples that are engorged in Renji's mouth when he sucks on them. He bites them. Akaya sobs. The beating hands on Renji's shoulders turn into claws that rake down his back.
And Akaya's legs spread wider.
Renji does his best with his pants. His hands shake. Akaya's breasts press against his chest and there are red marks on them now. Saliva trails coat Akaya's stomach, growing cool and sticky as Renji fumbles again. he pulls his dick out of his underpants and stuffs it out of his pants, half-down to his knees. It's awkward to move like this. It's even more awkward if he were to think rationally, being a heterosexual (he thinks) teenage boy with his heterosexual (he thinks) male kouhai now a female wriggling underneath him.
Akaya's briefs are damp. His cunt is slick and Renji feels around, pushes his fingers around to find the hole he's supposed to. Mostly, he feels a lot of pubic hair. Akaya squeezes his knees together. He wiggles. He squirms. He parts his legs and shoves his thighs tight around Renji's hand.
"Senpai!" he hisses. He gasps when Renji's fingers slide inside something. It's hot and tight and wet. Renji's dick is on fire. He grabs himself and tries to push his dick between Akaya's legs.
"I need to…examine you…" he says. He clenches his jaw and a shudder rips down his body. He arches his back and grunts. Akaya shouts something. There are breasts in his face and then pain on his shoulder. Renji's body goes stiff as the tension builds and builds. His dick rubs on Akaya's hot thigh. It sears his skin. It makes his arms give out. His bunched up pants trip him and he collapses down with a drawn-out moan.
He comes on Akaya's leg.
Akaya bites his shoulder. In hindsight, Renji realizes this when teeth graze his collar.
"That's not an examination," Akaya mutters. He moves under Renji. He crawls up Renji's pillow. There is a sticky mess between their bodies and Renji's finger is still wedged somewhere between Akaya's legs.
A breeze blows in from the window and the curtains billow out. Akaya's nipples are tight and taught. He sits, curled up with his t-shirt hanging off one arm. Renji's body is flush with warm. His heart pounds in his chest. His mouth tastes like Akaya's salty sweat.
"Ah…" Renji says.
Akaya sniffles. He chews on his bottom lip. If Renji knew how to kiss, he might try that now. Instead, he shifts up his bed. He touches Akaya's arm and pulls the t-shirt off completely. It's useless anyway.
"You…have 100% female….ah…features," he says.
A cricket chirps outside the window. It must be perched on the roof.
"I'm…100% woman?" Akaya asks.
Renji nods.
Akaya makes a face. His nose scrunches up. His eyes flick to Renji and they narrow. Renji stops trying to grope Akaya's breast.
"Senpai," he says. His voice falls. Then, he forces a little laugh.
Renji's breathe catches in his throat. Akaya's chest bounces as he chortles under his breath. There is a slight curl to his lips. It makes Renji's insides hot all over again.
"Next time can you not come on my leg?"
Renji's eyes go wide.
"Or else," Akaya says. He leans forward. His throat is in Renji's face and his breasts brush over Renji's shoulders, right where he bit before. Akaya digs his fingernails into the soft part of Renji's forearm. He hisses.
"Or else I'll have to punish you," Akaya says.
The distant sound of a train through Renji's window is a distraction for a moment. It shines bright light through the dark curtains. When Renji stops squinting, he's on his back with Akaya straddling his hips.
He swallows hard. "Punish? Ah…are you sure…?"
Akaya's teeth glint. "100%."
Author: Ociwen
Pairing/characters: Yanagi/Kirihara
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2000
Warning (if any): Boobies, etc.
Summary: Akaya shows up at Renji's one night, but something is up.
Notes (if any): Was in the mood for some YanaKiri. &hearts
Renji should know better than to leave his window open during May.
A little stone sails through and smacks him on the back of the head. He sighs and rubs the back of it. When he looks down at his floor, he sees the pebble rolling by his feet. The indigo curtains are still. There is no moon, no rain, no nothing but the soft chirp of crickets
He hates the noise.
It was a good spot that he was it in his novel, an old Soseki, beat up and bent spine with dozens of dog-eared pages. He scans the page again, but he cannot find his place. He sighs. Then he sets his novel down.
A second stone rattles across the floor-this time, it's no fluke. Renji shifts his eyes. It's late. His family is asleep, or at work. His sister might be drunk in a club in Roppongi, he didn't pay too much attention at dinner. Technically, he should be in bed. Instead, he's awake and reading again. Like usual.
And Akaya is standing outside his window in the alley between Renji's house and the neighbour's. Renji blinks. "Akaya?" he whispers. He sticks his head out the window. He knows that form anywhere. Akaya's hair gives him away, even though he's dressed in baggy, homeless clothes.
The street lamps are the only the lights in the neighbourhood, apart from Renji's desk lamp. Kirihara's shadow is a long, hunched over figure. He doesn't look up at Renji. He stands and sways, moaning like a jikiniki. The night is warm and the sky is overcast with billowing grey clouds.
Renji hesitates, then he hisses, "Just a minute."
He meets Akaya at the gate. Renji shuffles onto the street in his slippers and holds it open. Akaya scuffs his sneakers. His hands are stuffed into his pockets. His head is downcast. Renji frowns and feels vaguely sad. He's tired, but he doesn't yawn. "Are you okay?" he asks.
Akaya doesn't move. But he does make a noise. A small sob that catches in Renji's throat. His mother won't be happy if she were to find out, but Renji nods and motions for Akaya to come with him. Akaya could easily camp out in a park with pigeons and stray cats, but Renji's senpai side gets the better of him.
That, and there's something very odd. It's not a hunch, it's a fact. A 100% fact.
They creep upstairs. The stairs groan under their weight. Renji holds his breath, but his mother sleeps with earplugs. He says nothing. Akaya shuffles behind him. Renji closes his bedroom door. It clicks.
His lamp is dim, but he can see the streaks of tears down Akaya's face. Renji touches Akaya's chin, lifting it up with slow, light fingers, just in case Akaya is bruised.
He cringes, but he's not beat up.
"Something happened," Akaya says. He moans. He sniffles. He opens his mouth and starts to gasp. His arms cover his chest as he huddles into himself.
And then Renji sees something he never expected. Not in a million years. Not in the chances of a hundred billion to one.
He blinks. His jaw drops. Akaya looks up to see his expression, then he squeezes his eyes shut and flings himself onto Renji's bed. He says something into Renji's pillow, but the sound is muffled. Through the strains of insects outside, Renji can't make out Akaya's words.
He steps closer. His heart flutters. Renji questions the way his body seems to be responding to this with a quickened pulse and strange pangs in between his legs (well, he knows what those are, but he doesn't want to acknowledge them right now!) He breathes and leans down to tap Akaya on the shoulder.
Akaya spins around. His face is fierce and flushed. His lips are puffy from being chewed. His eyes are tinged pink. He's glorious like this, almost in demon mode when he hisses, "A fairy came to visit me and now I…now I…" Akaya groans through his teeth. Then he punches his fist into Renji's pillow. His chest moves.
"You were the only one I thought could help," Akaya says. Spit flies. His nostrils flare. Tears shine on his cheeks. Renji wonders what it might be like to lick them off.
"I can," he says. "Maybe. I've never…seen anything like this."
Akaya sticks his bottom lip out. His eyes glare up at Renji for a moment, then with a sniffle, he looks away and mumbles okay. It's worth a shot. It's fucked up enough already.
He's bold taking off his sweatshirt. Renji can see that it's not a joke as Akaya peels off his layers, revealing more and more of the warped body, the swell of something new on his chest, the nipples pressing against the cotton of his t-shirt and the round hips, too. Renji's mouth goes dry. He swallows and Akaya crosses his arms over his chest. He scowls like Sanada. It makes Renji laugh a little.
"What?" Akaya snaps. His lip trembles again. Renji mumbles an apology. Standing here, in Renji's room, in a thin t-shirt too tight around his chest and a pair of boxer-briefs pulled in the wrong ways over his hips, Akaya breathes hard.
"The fairy said I was being punished," he says.
I'll punish you, too, Renji thinks. He imagines Akaya on his bed, mewling and on his knees, his bum red and flushed from being smacked. A shiver runs down Renji's spine, settling in the base and spreading a numb pleasure through his balls and dick.
Then Renji blinks and shakes his head. No!
"Can you…examine me?" Akaya mumbles. "I don't- I'm not going to a doctor! They'll think I'm crazy!"
"You're not crazy," Renji whispers. You're lovely…
He exhales and stares at his floor. This is the least appropriate time to deal with his teenage hormones. Renji closes his eyes to calm himself. Akaya keeps breathing shuddered, sweet little breaths that make Renji's skin prickle.
He opens his eyes.
"Let me check," he says. He touches Akaya's arm and tugs at it. He tugs harder, trying to pry it from Akaya's chest and only finally does Akaya relent with a wince.
They are definitely breasts. They jut out, pert and round and there are shadowed nipples pressing against his shirt. Renji shifts his weight to his other foot. Akaya's chest jiggles as he breathes. He looks up at Renji with dark, pleading eyes. Help me…!
Renji slides his hands over Akaya's arms. His brain is progressively slithering into his pants, making it all but 100% impossible to think properly. He touches Akaya's shoulders, which seem smaller. They have less muscle than before-when was the last time he saw Akaya? A month ago, at his graduation?
And now, Akaya has…distinct feminine characteristics. On the surface. Renji's hands move down his chest. Akaya sucks in a breath and shakes his head. "No…" he says. "No…"
His protests dissolve as Renji's fingers roam over the rounded swell of his breasts. His chest shudders as Renji's palms move down lower and the feeling of stiff nipples under his hands makes Renji bite his lip. He rubs Akaya's breasts. He enjoys the way Akaya starts to squirm. Akaya wriggles around. His back is pressed to Renji's chest. Renji cups his breasts. They are heavier than he would have thought.
Akaya doesn't wear a bra, either.
"Senpai!" he hisses. Renji takes an elbow to the stomach. He gasps. Pain blooms in his ribs, but it isn’t nearly as much as the ache between his legs.
"Akaya," he whispers. His nose touches the top of Akaya's ear. Renji licks the shell. It tastes vaguely of sweat, and shampoo. Akaya makes a noise. He's as slippery as a fish. His t-shirt starts to ride up as he wriggles. Hot skin is exposed. Renji sucks on Akaya's ear, biting down hard enough to make Akaya cry. He stops moving for a moment.
It's long enough for Renji to turn him around and flip him down onto the bed. "I need to examine you closer," he mutters. He crawls over Akaya, who pushes up on his chest and knees him in the thigh. Akaya shakes his head. He says its weird, Renji is his senpai, he needs help!
"Let me help you," Renji says. Over and over, he says it in Akaya's ear. He doesn't know what he's doing. His body moves. He fumbles with Akaya's shirt. It gets stuck around Akaya's armpits, but his breasts are exposed. Pink nipples that are engorged in Renji's mouth when he sucks on them. He bites them. Akaya sobs. The beating hands on Renji's shoulders turn into claws that rake down his back.
And Akaya's legs spread wider.
Renji does his best with his pants. His hands shake. Akaya's breasts press against his chest and there are red marks on them now. Saliva trails coat Akaya's stomach, growing cool and sticky as Renji fumbles again. he pulls his dick out of his underpants and stuffs it out of his pants, half-down to his knees. It's awkward to move like this. It's even more awkward if he were to think rationally, being a heterosexual (he thinks) teenage boy with his heterosexual (he thinks) male kouhai now a female wriggling underneath him.
Akaya's briefs are damp. His cunt is slick and Renji feels around, pushes his fingers around to find the hole he's supposed to. Mostly, he feels a lot of pubic hair. Akaya squeezes his knees together. He wiggles. He squirms. He parts his legs and shoves his thighs tight around Renji's hand.
"Senpai!" he hisses. He gasps when Renji's fingers slide inside something. It's hot and tight and wet. Renji's dick is on fire. He grabs himself and tries to push his dick between Akaya's legs.
"I need to…examine you…" he says. He clenches his jaw and a shudder rips down his body. He arches his back and grunts. Akaya shouts something. There are breasts in his face and then pain on his shoulder. Renji's body goes stiff as the tension builds and builds. His dick rubs on Akaya's hot thigh. It sears his skin. It makes his arms give out. His bunched up pants trip him and he collapses down with a drawn-out moan.
He comes on Akaya's leg.
Akaya bites his shoulder. In hindsight, Renji realizes this when teeth graze his collar.
"That's not an examination," Akaya mutters. He moves under Renji. He crawls up Renji's pillow. There is a sticky mess between their bodies and Renji's finger is still wedged somewhere between Akaya's legs.
A breeze blows in from the window and the curtains billow out. Akaya's nipples are tight and taught. He sits, curled up with his t-shirt hanging off one arm. Renji's body is flush with warm. His heart pounds in his chest. His mouth tastes like Akaya's salty sweat.
"Ah…" Renji says.
Akaya sniffles. He chews on his bottom lip. If Renji knew how to kiss, he might try that now. Instead, he shifts up his bed. He touches Akaya's arm and pulls the t-shirt off completely. It's useless anyway.
"You…have 100% female….ah…features," he says.
A cricket chirps outside the window. It must be perched on the roof.
"I'm…100% woman?" Akaya asks.
Renji nods.
Akaya makes a face. His nose scrunches up. His eyes flick to Renji and they narrow. Renji stops trying to grope Akaya's breast.
"Senpai," he says. His voice falls. Then, he forces a little laugh.
Renji's breathe catches in his throat. Akaya's chest bounces as he chortles under his breath. There is a slight curl to his lips. It makes Renji's insides hot all over again.
"Next time can you not come on my leg?"
Renji's eyes go wide.
"Or else," Akaya says. He leans forward. His throat is in Renji's face and his breasts brush over Renji's shoulders, right where he bit before. Akaya digs his fingernails into the soft part of Renji's forearm. He hisses.
"Or else I'll have to punish you," Akaya says.
The distant sound of a train through Renji's window is a distraction for a moment. It shines bright light through the dark curtains. When Renji stops squinting, he's on his back with Akaya straddling his hips.
He swallows hard. "Punish? Ah…are you sure…?"
Akaya's teeth glint. "100%."