"Bad Luck Prize" (Shadow Hearts: Covenant, Jutendouji/Puera)
Title: Bad Luck Prize
Fandom: Shadow Hearts: Covenant
Pairing: Kurando/Yuri, as Jutendouji/Puera
Author: Keteb
Recipient: Yurei
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: male/hermaphrodite dubious consent xeno.
Summary: There ought to be prizes for bad luck, or something, because Yuri would win them all.
Bad Luck Prize
There ought to be prizes for bad luck, or something, because Yuri would win them all. First he and Kurando got separated from the others in this stupid forest, and then they got...lost...and now they're getting way too up-close-and-personal with one of those monsters that seem to have too many limbs that all want to get friendly. At least the kid is better company than some people for that kind of thing. Yuri calls on Amon, feeling the demon wrap around him like armor, and beside him he can hear the feral growl as Kurando lets Jutendouji out to play. Not Yuri's first choice, maybe, picking a fusion with no pants on to fight a monster with excitable tentacles, but Kurando does have fewer options to choose from.
And it works, anyway. Jutendouji follows Amon's lead really well, swinging that big fucking beatdown stick -- no way anything that brutal should count as a sword, and Kurando probably agrees -- to knock down any tentacles still reaching after Amon's taken a few swipes at them. He gets into fighting a lot more than Tsukiyomi does, and it's probably good for Kurando to let off a little steam like that sometimes. Their new friend the tentacle monster thrashes a lot, and it manages to knock them down a few times -- Yuri snarls when he lands one of his wings at a bad angle -- but like hell it has what it takes to beat two skilled harmonixers.
Jutendouji lands the killing blow, teeth bared, goo splattering up from the monster as its skull caves in. He throws back his head and howls, which the demons in Yuri's head understand completely even if the rest of him thinks it's a little over the top. Still, the important part is, they won, and it's over. Now maybe they can work on finding their way out of here. Hell, maybe the noise will help the others find them. Blanca's a good tracker. They'll catch up with the others real soon.
Yuri pushes, and Amon clearly doesn't want to let him go -- and that happens a lot, usually just because the fusions like to run the body, but sometimes because there's actual trouble still hanging around. Right now, though, it really looks like the coast is clear -- just him and the kid. So Yuri pushes again, harder, and this time Amon lets him take over again, fading until Yuri's as human as he gets, with just the memory of heavy bone armor and broad wings, and the taste of oily smoke in the back of his throat.
He shakes his head to clear it. "Ready to go?" he asks, looking over.
Jutendouji growls at him.
"Come on," Yuri says. "We're done. Let it go now."
There's nothing in Jutendouji's eyes that looks sane or even all that human. Yuri thinks about the long blur of months when he'd just tried to take on Radiance by himself, the missing time when apparently he was lurking in a castle being Dark Messenger full-time. Alice talked him down from that, made him remember himself and get over the past he was hung up on.
So that means Kurando's probably still in there somewhere, too, even while Jutendouji stalks closer with his club-sword dragging behind him. Yuri's never been as good at talking as Alice was, though.
"Let it go, 'douji," Yuri tries anyway, his hands up to block just in case. "He'll want you back, promise, but right now you have to back off. The fun part's already over anyway."
Jutendouji curls his lip in a really good villain sneer. He says something, or it's probably words, but it's no language Yuri's ever heard, full of growls and hisses. How is he supposed to deal with this? He's not anybody's nursemaid, or priest. Although....
Puera keeps order in his head a lot of the time. Maybe it -- he -- Yuri's never been sure -- maybe Puera can get through to Jutendouji, too.
Yuri changes, exhaling as he welcomes the fusion to take his shape. Cool air brushes his skin, and his feet leave the ground, buoyed up by the light's unwillingness to come to rest. His senses blur, and he can hear the music of light and color around him, soft notes for the forest and the sharp, demanding melody of Jutendouji's burnished skin.
He opens his mouth to speak, and he thinks what he says is Calm yourself, but it comes out in a kind of song instead of ordinary words. Jutendouji cocks his head sideways like he's listening, and growls something that might be a question. Yuri-Puera holds his ground as Jutendouji edges closer.
It's all right, he promises. The trouble's gone. We're safe now. Jutendouji reaches out and trace cautious fingers down Puera's arm. You can go back to sleep.
Jutendouji leans in real slow and takes a deep breath, sniffing the air. Breathing in Puera's scent. He might look more human than Tsukiyomi, but he acts like more of an animal than Blanca. It's weird how the fusions get like that, Yuri thinks. He'd trust Gaudion a lot sooner than Nox, too. He wonders if Kurando's figured that out yet, that looking human and acting human have nothing to do with each other where fusions are concerned.
And then he's reminded why it's a bad idea to stop and think about things when there are fusions around, too. Jutendouji lunges at him shoulder-first, knocking the wind out of him and tackling them both to the ground. Colors flicker and wash bright, and Yuri struggles automatically, even though he's pretty outmatched -- not much holds up to Jutendouji in the raw power department.
Stop, he says, in Puera's song-voice. I am not your enemy, Jutendouji. they roll, pine needles crunching under them, and for a second Yuri's on top. He pushes away, trying to get clear, and Jutendouji grabs his wrist, dragging him back again. We should not be fighting.
Jutendouji wrestles him down to the ground, draped over his back, hands holding tight enough to bruise his wrists. The demon growls something, more language Yuri doesn't know -- Puera doesn't know, even -- and bites the nape of Yuri's neck. It's not a rough bite, though, not really trying to hurt him, more just trying to hold him still, like -- Jutendouji pushes with his hips.
No and hell no. Yuri digs his fingers into the black earth under him and pushes, bucking Jutendouji off. He's barely rolled over when Jutendouji lands on him again, snarling. The leverage is worse like this, and it's sort of all Yuri can do to keep Jutendouji's teeth away from his throat, much less get free. Jutendouji's weight pressing down on him makes him more aware of the weirdness of Puera's body, the softness of his breasts crushed against Jutendouji's chest -- and the awkward sensitivity of his cock rubbing against Jutendouji's hip as they struggle. Not quite as weird as Sandalphon felt, maybe, but then Sandalphon didn't ever wind up in a position like this, so it's kind of a close call.
He blames Puera for the thinking-too-much crap, too. It's not doing him any good. It's making him slow to react, and that's no good around a bastard as quick as Jutendouji, who's got one rough hand in his -- okay, there's just no other word for them but panties, and what kind of self-respecting demon goes anywhere in a thong, anyway?
Or out of a thong, because Jutendouji just pulls until the fabric tears, and then Yuri's got nothing at all to protect him, not even a little bit of gold satin and sequins. Stop this, he tries, one more time.
Jutendouji grins, and pushes his loincloth out of the way.
He should change back, Yuri thinks, and probably that would help -- at least then they'd be starting the fighting part over again -- but Puera's sure there's trouble, and it's not about to surrender control to him easily -- and Jutendouji gets Yuri's-Puera's-their legs pushed apart and there's something really weird there, this feeling like -- fuck, and Jutendouji pushes into him, into his cunt, and what was left of Yuri's concentration just goes right the hell away. Does it -- is that what it's supposed to feel like? -- the stretch and push and too-easy slide as Jutendouji bears down on him and thrusts in deeper?
Curses sound like prayers, in Puera's voice, and Yuri thinks this definitely makes the list of the top three -- top five -- top ten weirdest things that's ever happened to him, at least. Especially because Puera's not a girl, either, not if the cock trapped half-hard between them is anything to go by. It's Puera being interested, getting hard, rocking their hips to meet Jutendouji's thrusts. It has to be. If you take responsibility for everything your fusions get up to, you go crazy. Crazier.
Hurry up, Yuri tries to say. He's not sure if Puera's language is any good at impatience, but he can try. He wraps his legs around Jutendouji's waist, fists his hand in the demon's coarse white hair and pulls. Come on, then.
He doesn't need to know the words to understand Jutendouji's growl in response. Though maybe the words would have helped him be ready for it when Jutendouji reaches down and grabs hold of his cock -- because goddamn, that's a lot to take at one time, the rough friction of Jutendouji's hand on his cock, the hot pressure of Jutendouji's cock thrusting in his -- Puera's, damnit, Puera's -- cunt.
Son of a bitch, he says, and he's pretty sure that doesn't come out right, because the light fusions all seem to be prissy about how they talk, even if underneath it turns out they're still big perverts like the rest. Yuri grits his teeth, trying to get the hang of the rhythm -- there's way too much going on at once here. Hell, he's got two sets of parts to worry about all by himself. But they're starting to work together, Jutendouji's breath hot on his neck and all that thrusting and stroking starting to add up to a hell of a lot of tension, and going with it is totally the easiest way to go, right, and Jutendouji bites down on his throat, right above his collarbone and Yuri doesn't think Puera's wired for pain but he's given up on pretending that he isn't, and that little jolt hits him and then he's coming a couple of different ways at once and couldn't curse enough for this even as Nox.
They have to be close to done now, right? Jutendouji barely slows down for it when Yuri's coming, ragged fast thrusts like he needs it bad, and Yuri grits his teeth, digging his nails into Jutendouji's back --
Do it, then, if you're going to -- arching his back, writhing, his breath coming in short little gasps every time Jutendouji thrusts, and then Jutendouji stiffens over him, in him, and it's gross, the idea that his cousin's ogre fusion has just come in him. But they're done now, at least. That's it. Crisis averted. Bad luck more or less contained.
Only then, before Jutendouji has really entirely backed off of him and definitely before either of them has changed back, there's a twig-snapping noise off to Yuri's left. He looks up.
Blanca's sitting on his haunches at the edge of the clearing, head cocked to one side. He thumps his tail when Yuri meets his eyes. Behind him, Karin is staring, and Joachim has his hands over Anastasia's eyes.
If there were prizes for the worst kind of humiliating bad luck, Yuri would win them all.
Fandom: Shadow Hearts: Covenant
Pairing: Kurando/Yuri, as Jutendouji/Puera
Author: Keteb
Recipient: Yurei
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: male/hermaphrodite dubious consent xeno.
Summary: There ought to be prizes for bad luck, or something, because Yuri would win them all.
Bad Luck Prize
There ought to be prizes for bad luck, or something, because Yuri would win them all. First he and Kurando got separated from the others in this stupid forest, and then they got...lost...and now they're getting way too up-close-and-personal with one of those monsters that seem to have too many limbs that all want to get friendly. At least the kid is better company than some people for that kind of thing. Yuri calls on Amon, feeling the demon wrap around him like armor, and beside him he can hear the feral growl as Kurando lets Jutendouji out to play. Not Yuri's first choice, maybe, picking a fusion with no pants on to fight a monster with excitable tentacles, but Kurando does have fewer options to choose from.
And it works, anyway. Jutendouji follows Amon's lead really well, swinging that big fucking beatdown stick -- no way anything that brutal should count as a sword, and Kurando probably agrees -- to knock down any tentacles still reaching after Amon's taken a few swipes at them. He gets into fighting a lot more than Tsukiyomi does, and it's probably good for Kurando to let off a little steam like that sometimes. Their new friend the tentacle monster thrashes a lot, and it manages to knock them down a few times -- Yuri snarls when he lands one of his wings at a bad angle -- but like hell it has what it takes to beat two skilled harmonixers.
Jutendouji lands the killing blow, teeth bared, goo splattering up from the monster as its skull caves in. He throws back his head and howls, which the demons in Yuri's head understand completely even if the rest of him thinks it's a little over the top. Still, the important part is, they won, and it's over. Now maybe they can work on finding their way out of here. Hell, maybe the noise will help the others find them. Blanca's a good tracker. They'll catch up with the others real soon.
Yuri pushes, and Amon clearly doesn't want to let him go -- and that happens a lot, usually just because the fusions like to run the body, but sometimes because there's actual trouble still hanging around. Right now, though, it really looks like the coast is clear -- just him and the kid. So Yuri pushes again, harder, and this time Amon lets him take over again, fading until Yuri's as human as he gets, with just the memory of heavy bone armor and broad wings, and the taste of oily smoke in the back of his throat.
He shakes his head to clear it. "Ready to go?" he asks, looking over.
Jutendouji growls at him.
"Come on," Yuri says. "We're done. Let it go now."
There's nothing in Jutendouji's eyes that looks sane or even all that human. Yuri thinks about the long blur of months when he'd just tried to take on Radiance by himself, the missing time when apparently he was lurking in a castle being Dark Messenger full-time. Alice talked him down from that, made him remember himself and get over the past he was hung up on.
So that means Kurando's probably still in there somewhere, too, even while Jutendouji stalks closer with his club-sword dragging behind him. Yuri's never been as good at talking as Alice was, though.
"Let it go, 'douji," Yuri tries anyway, his hands up to block just in case. "He'll want you back, promise, but right now you have to back off. The fun part's already over anyway."
Jutendouji curls his lip in a really good villain sneer. He says something, or it's probably words, but it's no language Yuri's ever heard, full of growls and hisses. How is he supposed to deal with this? He's not anybody's nursemaid, or priest. Although....
Puera keeps order in his head a lot of the time. Maybe it -- he -- Yuri's never been sure -- maybe Puera can get through to Jutendouji, too.
Yuri changes, exhaling as he welcomes the fusion to take his shape. Cool air brushes his skin, and his feet leave the ground, buoyed up by the light's unwillingness to come to rest. His senses blur, and he can hear the music of light and color around him, soft notes for the forest and the sharp, demanding melody of Jutendouji's burnished skin.
He opens his mouth to speak, and he thinks what he says is Calm yourself, but it comes out in a kind of song instead of ordinary words. Jutendouji cocks his head sideways like he's listening, and growls something that might be a question. Yuri-Puera holds his ground as Jutendouji edges closer.
It's all right, he promises. The trouble's gone. We're safe now. Jutendouji reaches out and trace cautious fingers down Puera's arm. You can go back to sleep.
Jutendouji leans in real slow and takes a deep breath, sniffing the air. Breathing in Puera's scent. He might look more human than Tsukiyomi, but he acts like more of an animal than Blanca. It's weird how the fusions get like that, Yuri thinks. He'd trust Gaudion a lot sooner than Nox, too. He wonders if Kurando's figured that out yet, that looking human and acting human have nothing to do with each other where fusions are concerned.
And then he's reminded why it's a bad idea to stop and think about things when there are fusions around, too. Jutendouji lunges at him shoulder-first, knocking the wind out of him and tackling them both to the ground. Colors flicker and wash bright, and Yuri struggles automatically, even though he's pretty outmatched -- not much holds up to Jutendouji in the raw power department.
Stop, he says, in Puera's song-voice. I am not your enemy, Jutendouji. they roll, pine needles crunching under them, and for a second Yuri's on top. He pushes away, trying to get clear, and Jutendouji grabs his wrist, dragging him back again. We should not be fighting.
Jutendouji wrestles him down to the ground, draped over his back, hands holding tight enough to bruise his wrists. The demon growls something, more language Yuri doesn't know -- Puera doesn't know, even -- and bites the nape of Yuri's neck. It's not a rough bite, though, not really trying to hurt him, more just trying to hold him still, like -- Jutendouji pushes with his hips.
No and hell no. Yuri digs his fingers into the black earth under him and pushes, bucking Jutendouji off. He's barely rolled over when Jutendouji lands on him again, snarling. The leverage is worse like this, and it's sort of all Yuri can do to keep Jutendouji's teeth away from his throat, much less get free. Jutendouji's weight pressing down on him makes him more aware of the weirdness of Puera's body, the softness of his breasts crushed against Jutendouji's chest -- and the awkward sensitivity of his cock rubbing against Jutendouji's hip as they struggle. Not quite as weird as Sandalphon felt, maybe, but then Sandalphon didn't ever wind up in a position like this, so it's kind of a close call.
He blames Puera for the thinking-too-much crap, too. It's not doing him any good. It's making him slow to react, and that's no good around a bastard as quick as Jutendouji, who's got one rough hand in his -- okay, there's just no other word for them but panties, and what kind of self-respecting demon goes anywhere in a thong, anyway?
Or out of a thong, because Jutendouji just pulls until the fabric tears, and then Yuri's got nothing at all to protect him, not even a little bit of gold satin and sequins. Stop this, he tries, one more time.
Jutendouji grins, and pushes his loincloth out of the way.
He should change back, Yuri thinks, and probably that would help -- at least then they'd be starting the fighting part over again -- but Puera's sure there's trouble, and it's not about to surrender control to him easily -- and Jutendouji gets Yuri's-Puera's-their legs pushed apart and there's something really weird there, this feeling like -- fuck, and Jutendouji pushes into him, into his cunt, and what was left of Yuri's concentration just goes right the hell away. Does it -- is that what it's supposed to feel like? -- the stretch and push and too-easy slide as Jutendouji bears down on him and thrusts in deeper?
Curses sound like prayers, in Puera's voice, and Yuri thinks this definitely makes the list of the top three -- top five -- top ten weirdest things that's ever happened to him, at least. Especially because Puera's not a girl, either, not if the cock trapped half-hard between them is anything to go by. It's Puera being interested, getting hard, rocking their hips to meet Jutendouji's thrusts. It has to be. If you take responsibility for everything your fusions get up to, you go crazy. Crazier.
Hurry up, Yuri tries to say. He's not sure if Puera's language is any good at impatience, but he can try. He wraps his legs around Jutendouji's waist, fists his hand in the demon's coarse white hair and pulls. Come on, then.
He doesn't need to know the words to understand Jutendouji's growl in response. Though maybe the words would have helped him be ready for it when Jutendouji reaches down and grabs hold of his cock -- because goddamn, that's a lot to take at one time, the rough friction of Jutendouji's hand on his cock, the hot pressure of Jutendouji's cock thrusting in his -- Puera's, damnit, Puera's -- cunt.
Son of a bitch, he says, and he's pretty sure that doesn't come out right, because the light fusions all seem to be prissy about how they talk, even if underneath it turns out they're still big perverts like the rest. Yuri grits his teeth, trying to get the hang of the rhythm -- there's way too much going on at once here. Hell, he's got two sets of parts to worry about all by himself. But they're starting to work together, Jutendouji's breath hot on his neck and all that thrusting and stroking starting to add up to a hell of a lot of tension, and going with it is totally the easiest way to go, right, and Jutendouji bites down on his throat, right above his collarbone and Yuri doesn't think Puera's wired for pain but he's given up on pretending that he isn't, and that little jolt hits him and then he's coming a couple of different ways at once and couldn't curse enough for this even as Nox.
They have to be close to done now, right? Jutendouji barely slows down for it when Yuri's coming, ragged fast thrusts like he needs it bad, and Yuri grits his teeth, digging his nails into Jutendouji's back --
Do it, then, if you're going to -- arching his back, writhing, his breath coming in short little gasps every time Jutendouji thrusts, and then Jutendouji stiffens over him, in him, and it's gross, the idea that his cousin's ogre fusion has just come in him. But they're done now, at least. That's it. Crisis averted. Bad luck more or less contained.
Only then, before Jutendouji has really entirely backed off of him and definitely before either of them has changed back, there's a twig-snapping noise off to Yuri's left. He looks up.
Blanca's sitting on his haunches at the edge of the clearing, head cocked to one side. He thumps his tail when Yuri meets his eyes. Behind him, Karin is staring, and Joachim has his hands over Anastasia's eyes.
If there were prizes for the worst kind of humiliating bad luck, Yuri would win them all.