Saiyuki Fanfic: Turning the Tables
Title: Turning the Tables
Series: Saiyuki
Status: One-shot, complete
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: KougaijiXDokugakuji
Disclaimer: Saiyuki and its characters belong to Minekura-sensei, the Saiyuki Project, TV Tokyo, Dentsu and Pierrot, etc.
Warning: Non-worksafe.
Notes: Beta by meicdon13. Written as a gift for lillypuff in valentine_smut (2008). I have never written Kougaiji and Dokugakuji before so this was quite a challenge for me...
"Hm? Kou? What are you doing?"
Dokugakuji turned his head to look at his prince, a dark eyebrow going up at the sight of the glass vial in one of Kougaiji's hands. His other hand was already slick and glistening with oil from it, and Dokugakuji knew it was the same hand that had been rubbing his back not a minute ago. "Where's Yaone?" he asked, earning himself a smirk from the redhead.
"What? You don't think I can do this?" Kougaiji asked back, mock hurt in his voice. He laid a hand on the small of Dokugakuji's back as his guard tried to sit up, gently pushing him to lie back down. The large brunet was on his stomach on his bed, just as Yaone had left him earlier to get some oil to massage his stiff muscles with. He had kept his face buried in his pillow until he had felt a warm hand on his right shoulder that was definitely not one of the apothecarist's small ones.
"No, of course not. I mean, I don't think you can't do it -- I mean, I think you can do it, Kou," Dokugakuji quickly told him, stumbling a little over his words, not wanting to offend his friend. He did, however, wonder if the redhead could. There was no reason for Kougaiji, a youkai prince, no, the youkai prince, to have ever had reason to perform something as mediocre a task as giving someone a massage.
"Good," Kougaiji replied, sounding satisfied with his answer. "Now relax," he gently ordered, offering no explanation as to why he was there or even bothering to answer Dokugakuji's question of where Yaone was. The brunet's protest was at the tip of his tongue but it completely slipped away from him as Kougaiji began to press down on his shoulder blades, deftly digging out the knots. Dokugakuji moaned low and soft deep in his throat as pain gave way to relief.
"Any good?" Kougaiji asked, though the guard didn't have to look at him to know that he had a smile on his face. Kougaiji knew the answer already, but he still lifted his hands when Dokugakuji wouldn't answer right away. Smug, sadistic bastard.
"Even better than Yaone," the brunet answered, biting down on the whimper that fought to get out of him at the loss of Kougaiji's touch. It was probably because Kougaiji knew his body better than the apothecarist did, perhaps even better than Dokugakuji himself did, that he was able to work miracles on Dokugakuji with those hands.
"Mm ..." the prince hummed appreciatively for his honesty, going on with his task. Kougaiji poured more oil onto Dokugakuji's back and started moving down his spine, dragging his fingers down a few inches along it before moving them towards Dokugakuji's sides with gentle pressure. When he reached the brunet's hips he smacked his behind hard, forcing a startled and pained yelp out of the guard.
"What was that for?" Dokugakuji asked, voice tight, as he turned his head to look at the redhead again. But Kougaiji didn't answer; he just shook his head and reached up to grip Dokugakuji's shoulders, gently tugging at them to have the brunet roll to lie on his back. Dokugakuji did, easily and willingly. He smiled up at Kougaiji, taking in the sight of his beautiful lilac eyes glazed over with lust.
The youkai prince leaned forward, bracing both hands on his friend's chest, and gave Dokugakuji a languid kiss with almost no pressure behind it. The brunet made a small sound that seemed suspiciously like a whine and brought one hand up to thread through silken red hair, forcing Kougaiji's lips to come down harder on his. When he felt the redhead's mouth open, he followed suit, allowing the other's tongue to slip inside him. Kougaiji kissed, tasted, him thoroughly, so that Dokugakuji was fully relaxed and yet steadily whimpering by the time his prince pulled away.
"You've been working too much. Your muscles are all stiff," Kougaiji remarked, running one hand down his side and making him shiver, "... well, not now but ..." He frowned, worrying his lower lip, a show of uncertainty only Kougaiji's trusted would ever be allowed to see. "You don't have to push yourself so hard, Doku."
How did one go about telling someone that it was because of them, for them, to deserve them, that one worked so hard, without ending up sounding like a total sap?
"I'm fine, Kou. Whatever Yaone told you -- you know how she can overreact sometimes," Dokugakuji told him.
"Yaone hasn't told me anything. I can see for myself how sore you are," Kougaiji replied. The redhead stood up and Dokugakuji thought he was going to leave, until Kougaiji placed one knee on the bed beside him.
"Sit up," he said, and Dokugakuji sat up. Kougaiji moved to sit behind him, stretching his legs on either side of his friend. Dokugakuji had such a large frame though that he had to spread his legs wide. The brunet's hands landed on his knees, gently squeezing them.
"Kou, you don't have to --"
"Shh," Kougaiji hushed him, pouring more oil onto his palms and rubbing them together. Then his hands were on Dokugakuji's back again, except this time his touches were different. Instead of relieving stress, Kougaiji's hands seeked to bring pleasure, lingering longer in places where Dokugakuji was most sensitive.
He leaned forward and kissed the fine hair at Dokugakuji's nape, and then licked along it to the back of one pointed ear. Dokugakuji's moan ended with a whimper however, as Kougaiji's hands left his back. But they were back again after the sound of rustling cloth, and then the sound of cloth and metal falling to the floor next to the bed.
They didn't stay long there however. Kougaiji's hands moved to Dokugakuji's front, massaging his chest and abs until shorts groans were coming from the larger youkai at intervals, his breathing ragged in-between. The redhead then moved his hands to a nipple each, sharply pinching him so that Dokugakuji gasped and fell back against him, shaking lightly.
"K-Kou," he whimpered, while Kougaiji rolled both hardened nubs between his oiled fingers. Dokugakuji moaned, his grip on Kougaiji's knees tightening almost painfully, eyes slipping to a close as he let his head fall back on Kougaiji's shoulder. Tilting his head forward and looking down, a smile appeared on the prince's lips at the sight of the other's erection straining against the front of his pants. With a flick of his wrist he had Dokugakuji's fly open and quickly pulled out the youkai's member from within his underwear.
Dokugakuji let out a long, low moan as his prince started stroking his cock. He could feel Kougaiji's against his back, still trapped within his clothing and unattended to. Kougaiji didn't seem to have any intention to attend to it. Gritting his teeth, Dokugakuji grabbed both of the redhead's wrists, effectively stopping his ministrations.
"What?" Kougaiji snapped, sounding displeased. He tried to pull his hands away, but Dokugakuji was still stronger than him physically and so he wasn't able to. The brunet shook his head, turning Kougaiji's hands so that he could rub small circles on his palms with his thumbs as he nuzzled the side of his neck. His cock throbbed, and he wanted nothing more than to have Kougaiji finish him off, but he couldn't ... mustn't ... he just ...
"Dokugakuji, please. Let me ..."
"No, Kou," he replied, trying to sound stern but his voice came out choked instead, "You don't have to do this." He didn't have to service him.
"I need to!" Kougaiji countered with a vehemence that surprised his guard. Kougaiji's breathing was heavy, but perhaps that was just from their activity. "Look, you're always taking care of me, so ... I've never done anything in return."
Dokugakuji laughed suddenly, making Kougaiji's head snap up from where he had rested it against the brunet's shoulder. He lost hold of the prince's hands but didn't even bother to make a grab after them. He only stopped chuckling when Kougaiji dragged his claws across Dokugakuji's chest. Not the pads of his fingers, but his claws. Not hard enough to break skin, but the sensations were sharp nonetheless.
"Kou ..." It was a hard fight not to be reduced to moans, especially when Kougaiji started licking the side of his neck as well. But Dokugakuji did it, though his voice shook lightly. "Just being accepted by you is enough."
"Wh-what?" Kougaiji asked against his skin, hands stilling.
"Just being accepted by you is enough," Dokugakuji repeated with a soft sigh. Kougaiji was the smartest youkai he had ever known, smarter even than Yaone or those assistants of Nii's who dared to call themselves doctors. He knew the youkai prince would understand what he meant. But when a minute passed and Kougaiji did nothing, as if expecting him to say something more, it was clear that he didn't.
"You took me in. Even though you didn't know anything about me -- and you've never pressed -- you took me in. You gave me the honor to be your guard, no, your friend, and then --" He placed one hand at the back of Kougaiji's head and pulled him into a kiss, finishing against his lips as they parted, "your lover.
"You don't know how much that means to me, Kou," Dokugakuji continued, swallowing as he realized that, no, maybe his prince didn't. Kougaiji was a good prince, compassionate to all youkai and almost to a fault, and while he knew the extent to which Dokugakuji loved him -- Dokugakuji made sure of that at least -- he didn't seem to know just how much he had already given the brunet in return, and more.
But he did now. Dokugakuji watched a frown steal on his prince's lips but understanding swirled in his deep lilac eyes. "I love you for you, but you're still my prince -- our prince, your people's prince."
"I get it. But still ... I want to do this. Dokugakuji, please," Kougaiji answered, and he had to wonder if the redhead even realized that his hands had started stroking him back to hardness, as rapt as the lilac eyes were looking at him then, waiting.
Dokugakuji nodded his head, opening his mouth to let out a moan, but Kougaiji brought their lips together and took it into himself. Kougaiji slicked Dokugakuji's erection with his own precum, spreading it from the slit at the tip of his cock to the base. There was a lot, a bit from the killed erection earlier, and more from the one he had right now. That made pumping him easier and Kougaiji was bolder now, squeezing harder, jerking him faster.
The brunet was panting heavily when Kougaiji released him from their heated kiss. He groaned, leaning back to have the redhead behind him support all his weight again. Kougaiji's hands were wonderful. It wasn't long before he was coming, a rushing in his ears accompanying his orgasm.
When he came back to himself, Kougaiji's chin was still on his shoulder and the redhead was lapping at one of his hands, the arm of his other hand around Dokugakuji's waist. He could feel something hard pressing against his back. He smiled.
"I love you, Kou," he said, slowly extracting himself from the redhead's hold and turning around to face him. He immediately started his way down his prince's body. "My turn."
Series: Saiyuki
Status: One-shot, complete
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: KougaijiXDokugakuji
Disclaimer: Saiyuki and its characters belong to Minekura-sensei, the Saiyuki Project, TV Tokyo, Dentsu and Pierrot, etc.
Warning: Non-worksafe.
Notes: Beta by meicdon13. Written as a gift for lillypuff in valentine_smut (2008). I have never written Kougaiji and Dokugakuji before so this was quite a challenge for me...
"Hm? Kou? What are you doing?"
Dokugakuji turned his head to look at his prince, a dark eyebrow going up at the sight of the glass vial in one of Kougaiji's hands. His other hand was already slick and glistening with oil from it, and Dokugakuji knew it was the same hand that had been rubbing his back not a minute ago. "Where's Yaone?" he asked, earning himself a smirk from the redhead.
"What? You don't think I can do this?" Kougaiji asked back, mock hurt in his voice. He laid a hand on the small of Dokugakuji's back as his guard tried to sit up, gently pushing him to lie back down. The large brunet was on his stomach on his bed, just as Yaone had left him earlier to get some oil to massage his stiff muscles with. He had kept his face buried in his pillow until he had felt a warm hand on his right shoulder that was definitely not one of the apothecarist's small ones.
"No, of course not. I mean, I don't think you can't do it -- I mean, I think you can do it, Kou," Dokugakuji quickly told him, stumbling a little over his words, not wanting to offend his friend. He did, however, wonder if the redhead could. There was no reason for Kougaiji, a youkai prince, no, the youkai prince, to have ever had reason to perform something as mediocre a task as giving someone a massage.
"Good," Kougaiji replied, sounding satisfied with his answer. "Now relax," he gently ordered, offering no explanation as to why he was there or even bothering to answer Dokugakuji's question of where Yaone was. The brunet's protest was at the tip of his tongue but it completely slipped away from him as Kougaiji began to press down on his shoulder blades, deftly digging out the knots. Dokugakuji moaned low and soft deep in his throat as pain gave way to relief.
"Any good?" Kougaiji asked, though the guard didn't have to look at him to know that he had a smile on his face. Kougaiji knew the answer already, but he still lifted his hands when Dokugakuji wouldn't answer right away. Smug, sadistic bastard.
"Even better than Yaone," the brunet answered, biting down on the whimper that fought to get out of him at the loss of Kougaiji's touch. It was probably because Kougaiji knew his body better than the apothecarist did, perhaps even better than Dokugakuji himself did, that he was able to work miracles on Dokugakuji with those hands.
"Mm ..." the prince hummed appreciatively for his honesty, going on with his task. Kougaiji poured more oil onto Dokugakuji's back and started moving down his spine, dragging his fingers down a few inches along it before moving them towards Dokugakuji's sides with gentle pressure. When he reached the brunet's hips he smacked his behind hard, forcing a startled and pained yelp out of the guard.
"What was that for?" Dokugakuji asked, voice tight, as he turned his head to look at the redhead again. But Kougaiji didn't answer; he just shook his head and reached up to grip Dokugakuji's shoulders, gently tugging at them to have the brunet roll to lie on his back. Dokugakuji did, easily and willingly. He smiled up at Kougaiji, taking in the sight of his beautiful lilac eyes glazed over with lust.
The youkai prince leaned forward, bracing both hands on his friend's chest, and gave Dokugakuji a languid kiss with almost no pressure behind it. The brunet made a small sound that seemed suspiciously like a whine and brought one hand up to thread through silken red hair, forcing Kougaiji's lips to come down harder on his. When he felt the redhead's mouth open, he followed suit, allowing the other's tongue to slip inside him. Kougaiji kissed, tasted, him thoroughly, so that Dokugakuji was fully relaxed and yet steadily whimpering by the time his prince pulled away.
"You've been working too much. Your muscles are all stiff," Kougaiji remarked, running one hand down his side and making him shiver, "... well, not now but ..." He frowned, worrying his lower lip, a show of uncertainty only Kougaiji's trusted would ever be allowed to see. "You don't have to push yourself so hard, Doku."
How did one go about telling someone that it was because of them, for them, to deserve them, that one worked so hard, without ending up sounding like a total sap?
"I'm fine, Kou. Whatever Yaone told you -- you know how she can overreact sometimes," Dokugakuji told him.
"Yaone hasn't told me anything. I can see for myself how sore you are," Kougaiji replied. The redhead stood up and Dokugakuji thought he was going to leave, until Kougaiji placed one knee on the bed beside him.
"Sit up," he said, and Dokugakuji sat up. Kougaiji moved to sit behind him, stretching his legs on either side of his friend. Dokugakuji had such a large frame though that he had to spread his legs wide. The brunet's hands landed on his knees, gently squeezing them.
"Kou, you don't have to --"
"Shh," Kougaiji hushed him, pouring more oil onto his palms and rubbing them together. Then his hands were on Dokugakuji's back again, except this time his touches were different. Instead of relieving stress, Kougaiji's hands seeked to bring pleasure, lingering longer in places where Dokugakuji was most sensitive.
He leaned forward and kissed the fine hair at Dokugakuji's nape, and then licked along it to the back of one pointed ear. Dokugakuji's moan ended with a whimper however, as Kougaiji's hands left his back. But they were back again after the sound of rustling cloth, and then the sound of cloth and metal falling to the floor next to the bed.
They didn't stay long there however. Kougaiji's hands moved to Dokugakuji's front, massaging his chest and abs until shorts groans were coming from the larger youkai at intervals, his breathing ragged in-between. The redhead then moved his hands to a nipple each, sharply pinching him so that Dokugakuji gasped and fell back against him, shaking lightly.
"K-Kou," he whimpered, while Kougaiji rolled both hardened nubs between his oiled fingers. Dokugakuji moaned, his grip on Kougaiji's knees tightening almost painfully, eyes slipping to a close as he let his head fall back on Kougaiji's shoulder. Tilting his head forward and looking down, a smile appeared on the prince's lips at the sight of the other's erection straining against the front of his pants. With a flick of his wrist he had Dokugakuji's fly open and quickly pulled out the youkai's member from within his underwear.
Dokugakuji let out a long, low moan as his prince started stroking his cock. He could feel Kougaiji's against his back, still trapped within his clothing and unattended to. Kougaiji didn't seem to have any intention to attend to it. Gritting his teeth, Dokugakuji grabbed both of the redhead's wrists, effectively stopping his ministrations.
"What?" Kougaiji snapped, sounding displeased. He tried to pull his hands away, but Dokugakuji was still stronger than him physically and so he wasn't able to. The brunet shook his head, turning Kougaiji's hands so that he could rub small circles on his palms with his thumbs as he nuzzled the side of his neck. His cock throbbed, and he wanted nothing more than to have Kougaiji finish him off, but he couldn't ... mustn't ... he just ...
"Dokugakuji, please. Let me ..."
"No, Kou," he replied, trying to sound stern but his voice came out choked instead, "You don't have to do this." He didn't have to service him.
"I need to!" Kougaiji countered with a vehemence that surprised his guard. Kougaiji's breathing was heavy, but perhaps that was just from their activity. "Look, you're always taking care of me, so ... I've never done anything in return."
Dokugakuji laughed suddenly, making Kougaiji's head snap up from where he had rested it against the brunet's shoulder. He lost hold of the prince's hands but didn't even bother to make a grab after them. He only stopped chuckling when Kougaiji dragged his claws across Dokugakuji's chest. Not the pads of his fingers, but his claws. Not hard enough to break skin, but the sensations were sharp nonetheless.
"Kou ..." It was a hard fight not to be reduced to moans, especially when Kougaiji started licking the side of his neck as well. But Dokugakuji did it, though his voice shook lightly. "Just being accepted by you is enough."
"Wh-what?" Kougaiji asked against his skin, hands stilling.
"Just being accepted by you is enough," Dokugakuji repeated with a soft sigh. Kougaiji was the smartest youkai he had ever known, smarter even than Yaone or those assistants of Nii's who dared to call themselves doctors. He knew the youkai prince would understand what he meant. But when a minute passed and Kougaiji did nothing, as if expecting him to say something more, it was clear that he didn't.
"You took me in. Even though you didn't know anything about me -- and you've never pressed -- you took me in. You gave me the honor to be your guard, no, your friend, and then --" He placed one hand at the back of Kougaiji's head and pulled him into a kiss, finishing against his lips as they parted, "your lover.
"You don't know how much that means to me, Kou," Dokugakuji continued, swallowing as he realized that, no, maybe his prince didn't. Kougaiji was a good prince, compassionate to all youkai and almost to a fault, and while he knew the extent to which Dokugakuji loved him -- Dokugakuji made sure of that at least -- he didn't seem to know just how much he had already given the brunet in return, and more.
But he did now. Dokugakuji watched a frown steal on his prince's lips but understanding swirled in his deep lilac eyes. "I love you for you, but you're still my prince -- our prince, your people's prince."
"I get it. But still ... I want to do this. Dokugakuji, please," Kougaiji answered, and he had to wonder if the redhead even realized that his hands had started stroking him back to hardness, as rapt as the lilac eyes were looking at him then, waiting.
Dokugakuji nodded his head, opening his mouth to let out a moan, but Kougaiji brought their lips together and took it into himself. Kougaiji slicked Dokugakuji's erection with his own precum, spreading it from the slit at the tip of his cock to the base. There was a lot, a bit from the killed erection earlier, and more from the one he had right now. That made pumping him easier and Kougaiji was bolder now, squeezing harder, jerking him faster.
The brunet was panting heavily when Kougaiji released him from their heated kiss. He groaned, leaning back to have the redhead behind him support all his weight again. Kougaiji's hands were wonderful. It wasn't long before he was coming, a rushing in his ears accompanying his orgasm.
When he came back to himself, Kougaiji's chin was still on his shoulder and the redhead was lapping at one of his hands, the arm of his other hand around Dokugakuji's waist. He could feel something hard pressing against his back. He smiled.
"I love you, Kou," he said, slowly extracting himself from the redhead's hold and turning around to face him. He immediately started his way down his prince's body. "My turn."