Saiyuki - (Hakkai/Kougaiji)
Title: It Is A Lovely Thing, The Animal Instinct
Author: dusk_eyed
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Rough Sex, Rimming, Vine Kink
Word Count: 1258
Summary: Trapped in a bubble and influenced by a demonic dust, Hakkai and Kougaiji do what comes naturally in order to avoid killing each other.
Author's Notes: I've been without a computer for most of the time since I signed up, and wrote this long hand then typed it up and edited it at the last minute. I'm used to typing and my hand writing is terrible so this took a while. In fact, it's one day late, and I hope that it will be accepted because of my situation. If not, no hard feelings. I hope that the requester enjoys it. Title is from a Cranberries song that seemed to apply.
Hakkai knew the moment when the limiters clipped so carefully to his skin were not going to be enough. It was a feeling like weeping and like singing at the same time, swirled around with the heat building in the pearlescent bubble that surrounded both himself and the Demon Prince.
Unconsciously his eyes narrowed and his lips pulled back from his teeth as he eyed the other youkai. Second by second he felt surer that there was only one way to survive this ordeal without killing each other. At any other time, he would have detested the very idea. Now, it only seemed intriguing.
His hand came up to slip free the limiters one by one, and Hakkai shook back his hair as it grew longer, thicker about his shoulders.
Kougaiji's head came up, and Hakkai took note of the other youkai's flaring nostrils as well as the sweat on his skin and the tautness in the way he held his body. "You shouldn't do that," Kougaiji murmured. The prince wasn't one to panic, but there was definitely an uncertain note in his voice.
Hakkai smiled slowly.
"I can make this simple or less simple," he murmured, shivering a little as the vines marked over his skin shifted in something like a caress.
"Hakkai," Kougaiji began, unable to back away since the bubble enclosed them tightly. Instead he shifted as if to find a better defensive position. "This isn't like you. This isn't…"
Hakkai was pleased that the prince was forced to swallow hard, searching for words while his pupils dilated until the gleaming dark red-violet was nearly obscured by black.
"It isn't like me," he agreed, knowing that it was true but not, at the moment, troubled by the fact. "But we can't get out. And, we can't stop the affects of the dust we inhaled when we were trapped either. At this rate, if we don't do something, we'll probably kill each other."
He bared his teeth again, reaching out with care to slice one talon through the looped fasteners on Kougaiji's tunic. His own seemed to have gone ...somewhere, but his sash still dangled over his shoulder.
"Fuck," Kougaiji hissed, almost moaning. His hands were warm when they slid over Hakkai's chest, tickling over the vines on his skin. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Hakkai growled low in his throat, flicking his tongue out to trace the curves of Kougaiji's lips before he bit at the full lower. "Just what I was thinking," he muttered before their mouths crashed together in a fiery, rough, nearly savage kiss.
It felt so good that Hakkai felt his whole body go taut with the ferocity of it. He pushed Kougaiji back against the bubble's resilient side to grind against him and welcome the other's pawing, clawing, biting response. This was raw and animal, not sweet or even kind and the freedom of it was blindingly erotic.
Shreds of fabric slithered down Hakkai's thighs and Kougaiji dropped in front of him before he had time to blink. He gathered up silken masses of Kougaiji's crimson hair and tugged hard, throwing his head back when lips and tongue applied themselves to the head of his erection with such feverish joy that it stole his breath away. Eyes slitted, Hakkai watched the prince for a moment, barely feeling the tiny pinprick points of Kougaiji's fangs pressing against his swollen flesh. He savored instead the sweep of Kougaiji's tongue, resisting the impulse to shove himself straight down Kougaiji's throat.
It was Kougaiji himself who wrested his head away in a movement that left strands of his hair in Hakkai's fists. "Enough playing," he growled, pushing Hakkai back far enough that he could tear apart the rest of his clothes in a few quick jerking motions.
Hakkai snarled wordlessly, fingers flexing as if he were clawing flesh but he held back. Kougaiji half naked was enticing. Kougaiji bare and hungry was impossible not to want, at least with blue dust swirling in Hakkai's blood stream. Impatience and need burned like fire, making his skin crawl with goose bumps and his slim body strain. He watched as Kougaiji dropped to the floor of the bubble, eyes daring Hakkai to hold back as he bit out a challenge.
Unable to resist even if he'd wanted to, Hakkai dropped as well and covered Kougaiji's bronzed frame with his own. A guttural cry left his throat, matched by a low feral sound from Kougaiji. Sweat dripped down over sleek limbs, followed by slithering tongues and the softer and more insidious glide of green vines. Kougaiji snapped and bit at being bound ever so slowly and carefully, thrashing in their hold.
Even so, Hakkai's assigned prey betrayed himself with the arch of his spine and the flex of his limbs when a drag of talons found the most pleasurable spots. Bites scattered over shoulders and back and rounded ass only made Kougaiji gasp and nearly howl. Hakkai's hand curled possessively around the hot length of Kougaiji's cock and squeezed, stroking.
Kougaiji groaned, twisting against the slender green coils that bound him just where Hakkai desired him. "Do it," he demanded, voice so rough that it was barely recognizable. "Do it, damn you!"
"I like this," Hakkai answered, his own voice just as rough, breath coming in pants. He dropped his head, snaking his tongue down over Kougaiji's balls and without warning straight into the hot musky opening of the prince's body. Dimly he knew that some sort of moisture was needed but it seemed more important to greedily savor his conquest as he might a very good meal, spiced as it was by savage cries and the taste of sweat and blood.
Kougaiji had ceased to be coherent by the time Hakkai's own lust had reached such levels that he could no longer bear it. He pushed himself within his captive's body without any preamble, one long deep thrust followed by another and another. He kissed and licked at Kougaiji's mouth, finding his own mouth just as hungrily devoured. The vines slowly unwound even as Hakkai and Kougaiji strained together, rising and falling with heavy insistence.
There were burning clawed places on his back and hips, a small bleeding wound at the corner of his mouth and Hakkai felt nothing but brutal pleasure. Kougaiji's wanton desperation only fueled his own ferocity. He used his cock almost as a weapon, pushing deeper and deeper in the demand for satiation and was cruelly pleased when Kougaiji only arched up harder as if for more.
Orgasm when it broke over them was like fire, nearly painful in its piercing violence.
They lay panting for what seemed at least a hundred years when it was over, both of them shaking with aftershocks and the glow of satiation
They'd rolled slightly apart and when Hakkai sat up, he found his limiters under his hand and the heated need for sex gone as if it had never existed. Their clothing lay in shredded tatters around and beneath them, and he could see several wounds on Kougaiji's body as well as his own. Resisting the sense of loss he felt with all the strength that he could manage, Hakkai fit the limiters back into place and drew a deep breath.
He found Kougaiji watching him with a look he thought he recognized and dipped his head slightly. "I think this shell is getting thinner. Perhaps they'll get us out of here soon."
There was a pause and Kougaiji stirred. "I'm sure of it," he said quietly.
Silence fell.
Author: dusk_eyed
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Rough Sex, Rimming, Vine Kink
Word Count: 1258
Summary: Trapped in a bubble and influenced by a demonic dust, Hakkai and Kougaiji do what comes naturally in order to avoid killing each other.
Author's Notes: I've been without a computer for most of the time since I signed up, and wrote this long hand then typed it up and edited it at the last minute. I'm used to typing and my hand writing is terrible so this took a while. In fact, it's one day late, and I hope that it will be accepted because of my situation. If not, no hard feelings. I hope that the requester enjoys it. Title is from a Cranberries song that seemed to apply.
Hakkai knew the moment when the limiters clipped so carefully to his skin were not going to be enough. It was a feeling like weeping and like singing at the same time, swirled around with the heat building in the pearlescent bubble that surrounded both himself and the Demon Prince.
Unconsciously his eyes narrowed and his lips pulled back from his teeth as he eyed the other youkai. Second by second he felt surer that there was only one way to survive this ordeal without killing each other. At any other time, he would have detested the very idea. Now, it only seemed intriguing.
His hand came up to slip free the limiters one by one, and Hakkai shook back his hair as it grew longer, thicker about his shoulders.
Kougaiji's head came up, and Hakkai took note of the other youkai's flaring nostrils as well as the sweat on his skin and the tautness in the way he held his body. "You shouldn't do that," Kougaiji murmured. The prince wasn't one to panic, but there was definitely an uncertain note in his voice.
Hakkai smiled slowly.
"I can make this simple or less simple," he murmured, shivering a little as the vines marked over his skin shifted in something like a caress.
"Hakkai," Kougaiji began, unable to back away since the bubble enclosed them tightly. Instead he shifted as if to find a better defensive position. "This isn't like you. This isn't…"
Hakkai was pleased that the prince was forced to swallow hard, searching for words while his pupils dilated until the gleaming dark red-violet was nearly obscured by black.
"It isn't like me," he agreed, knowing that it was true but not, at the moment, troubled by the fact. "But we can't get out. And, we can't stop the affects of the dust we inhaled when we were trapped either. At this rate, if we don't do something, we'll probably kill each other."
He bared his teeth again, reaching out with care to slice one talon through the looped fasteners on Kougaiji's tunic. His own seemed to have gone ...somewhere, but his sash still dangled over his shoulder.
"Fuck," Kougaiji hissed, almost moaning. His hands were warm when they slid over Hakkai's chest, tickling over the vines on his skin. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Hakkai growled low in his throat, flicking his tongue out to trace the curves of Kougaiji's lips before he bit at the full lower. "Just what I was thinking," he muttered before their mouths crashed together in a fiery, rough, nearly savage kiss.
It felt so good that Hakkai felt his whole body go taut with the ferocity of it. He pushed Kougaiji back against the bubble's resilient side to grind against him and welcome the other's pawing, clawing, biting response. This was raw and animal, not sweet or even kind and the freedom of it was blindingly erotic.
Shreds of fabric slithered down Hakkai's thighs and Kougaiji dropped in front of him before he had time to blink. He gathered up silken masses of Kougaiji's crimson hair and tugged hard, throwing his head back when lips and tongue applied themselves to the head of his erection with such feverish joy that it stole his breath away. Eyes slitted, Hakkai watched the prince for a moment, barely feeling the tiny pinprick points of Kougaiji's fangs pressing against his swollen flesh. He savored instead the sweep of Kougaiji's tongue, resisting the impulse to shove himself straight down Kougaiji's throat.
It was Kougaiji himself who wrested his head away in a movement that left strands of his hair in Hakkai's fists. "Enough playing," he growled, pushing Hakkai back far enough that he could tear apart the rest of his clothes in a few quick jerking motions.
Hakkai snarled wordlessly, fingers flexing as if he were clawing flesh but he held back. Kougaiji half naked was enticing. Kougaiji bare and hungry was impossible not to want, at least with blue dust swirling in Hakkai's blood stream. Impatience and need burned like fire, making his skin crawl with goose bumps and his slim body strain. He watched as Kougaiji dropped to the floor of the bubble, eyes daring Hakkai to hold back as he bit out a challenge.
Unable to resist even if he'd wanted to, Hakkai dropped as well and covered Kougaiji's bronzed frame with his own. A guttural cry left his throat, matched by a low feral sound from Kougaiji. Sweat dripped down over sleek limbs, followed by slithering tongues and the softer and more insidious glide of green vines. Kougaiji snapped and bit at being bound ever so slowly and carefully, thrashing in their hold.
Even so, Hakkai's assigned prey betrayed himself with the arch of his spine and the flex of his limbs when a drag of talons found the most pleasurable spots. Bites scattered over shoulders and back and rounded ass only made Kougaiji gasp and nearly howl. Hakkai's hand curled possessively around the hot length of Kougaiji's cock and squeezed, stroking.
Kougaiji groaned, twisting against the slender green coils that bound him just where Hakkai desired him. "Do it," he demanded, voice so rough that it was barely recognizable. "Do it, damn you!"
"I like this," Hakkai answered, his own voice just as rough, breath coming in pants. He dropped his head, snaking his tongue down over Kougaiji's balls and without warning straight into the hot musky opening of the prince's body. Dimly he knew that some sort of moisture was needed but it seemed more important to greedily savor his conquest as he might a very good meal, spiced as it was by savage cries and the taste of sweat and blood.
Kougaiji had ceased to be coherent by the time Hakkai's own lust had reached such levels that he could no longer bear it. He pushed himself within his captive's body without any preamble, one long deep thrust followed by another and another. He kissed and licked at Kougaiji's mouth, finding his own mouth just as hungrily devoured. The vines slowly unwound even as Hakkai and Kougaiji strained together, rising and falling with heavy insistence.
There were burning clawed places on his back and hips, a small bleeding wound at the corner of his mouth and Hakkai felt nothing but brutal pleasure. Kougaiji's wanton desperation only fueled his own ferocity. He used his cock almost as a weapon, pushing deeper and deeper in the demand for satiation and was cruelly pleased when Kougaiji only arched up harder as if for more.
Orgasm when it broke over them was like fire, nearly painful in its piercing violence.
They lay panting for what seemed at least a hundred years when it was over, both of them shaking with aftershocks and the glow of satiation
They'd rolled slightly apart and when Hakkai sat up, he found his limiters under his hand and the heated need for sex gone as if it had never existed. Their clothing lay in shredded tatters around and beneath them, and he could see several wounds on Kougaiji's body as well as his own. Resisting the sense of loss he felt with all the strength that he could manage, Hakkai fit the limiters back into place and drew a deep breath.
He found Kougaiji watching him with a look he thought he recognized and dipped his head slightly. "I think this shell is getting thinner. Perhaps they'll get us out of here soon."
There was a pause and Kougaiji stirred. "I'm sure of it," he said quietly.
Silence fell.