Lost My Way In You (Nikaido/Senga, NC-17)
Title: Lost My Way In You
Pairing: Nikaido/Senga, Kamenashi/Kis-My-Ft2
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 and a massive warning for VAMPIRES (and blood, because you know, VAMPIRES).
AN: This is pretty much a ridiculously pretentious piece of crap with not a single word of dialogue. Inspired by Kame's solo performance on Shokura (June 4th), where he sings Lost My Way while being amazingly slutty and biting the hell out of all of Kisumai, basically. Go find it Watch it here you haven't seen it (tell me if the link doesn't work), because I'm not even kidding. O_o Also some notes from timeripple, who was kind enough to beta:
What. what is this even. I--I don't even.
...and then we argued vampire biology, because she's never lost her inner bio minor. Just pretend like it makes sense. I mean, really. VAMPIRE.
For mousapelli
Lost My Way In You
It's a good life, Senga thinks, although he barely remembers his previous existence. Old memories fade on the manor grounds, melting into the shadows of the past much as the garden pond melts into the shade of the trees so that the far side can hardly be seen. Only the new memories stay, the ones created here- memories of his master, of the other pets.
There are seven of them, one for each day of the week, if needed, not that their master always chooses to use them that way. He spends most of his time away, visiting only for a short time to feed. Senga doesn't know what Kamenashi does when he's not with them, nor does he need to. All he knows is that he feels a faint sense of loss when his master is gone, barely noticeable until he returns and the feeling suddenly disappears. The other pets feel it, too, Senga knows, and he's glad for their company. It's said that other masters sometimes keep only one pet, and Senga imagines that would be terribly lonely.
Today, they all spend the day together, clustered in one of the many dens of the manor. Kamenashi has been away longer than usual, and they await his return, impatient, edgy. It will be soon, they know.
They can feel it even before he arrives: their master is lusting for blood. It calls to them, draws them to him, and they can't pull away, wouldn't even if they could. A feeling so powerful that it drives those of them more attuned to their knees. It matters little, for when their master arrives, they'll crawl to him if they have to.
Fujigaya has been there the longest; he's most sensitive to their master's desires. Kamenashi swoops in through the balcony and Fujigaya moves toward him immediately. He's forced to the ground before he makes it across the room, Kamenashi's flare of satisfaction at seeing them making them weak, but Fujigaya fights it. He clings to Kamenashi, hands sliding beneath their master's shirt in a desperate search for contact, but Kamenashi doesn't make him wait. He grabs Fujigaya by the hair, pulling him into him, wrenching his head to the side, and Fujigaya groans before Kamenashi even leans down.
The others stare, waiting, wanting, as Kamenashi sinks his teeth into Fujigaya's neck. They know exactly what it's like, the sharp rush of connection as their master feeds, their lifeblood sucked from them as he steals their souls. They belong to him.
Sometimes their master feeds only on one of his pets, drinking deeply and leaving him for a week to replenish, moving on to the others, and sometimes their master wants them all, just a taste of each one, each different and vibrant. He's as addicted to them as they are to him, and tonight, it seems that he'll have them all.
Kamenashi pulls his mouth from Fujigaya's neck and leaves him to collapse to the floor in euphoria. It's better than sex, an ultimate high that leaves them lost, swimming in currents of pleasure as their master's power consumes them, leaves their blood swirling. Nights like this are a tease of the worst kind, their master feeding fully from no one, but they're desperate for it, like a drug, just one bite; their master makes it so.
Tamamori is next, pushing forward to stare at their master with pleading eyes. He's always craved attention, and nothing is better than their master's touch. He's down in seconds, the bite mark on his neck healing quickly as Tamamori sinks into the rug.
Nikaido follows, barely staying on his feet as he grabs on to Kamenashi. Senga watches, and he can almost feel it as their master's teeth pierce Nikaido's skin.
Kitayama crawls, overpowered by the sensation of their master's rising satisfaction. He's newer than many of them, but he's a fated pet; he feels the call stronger than most of the others. Kamenashi takes pity on him, smiling as he drops to the floor and Kitayama reaches out.
Senga holds out the longest, watching, waiting. He feels the pull, but as the newest addition to their master's collection, he's able to hold it at bay, at least long enough to watch as Miyata and Yokoo follow the rest, lying in bliss where their master has left them. Watching heightens the anticipation, the sensation, and Senga shivers as Kamenashi finally turns to him. Senga takes a step toward him, but his master gestures and Senga finds himself on his back, staring up as Kamenashi drops down on top of him. A hand in his hair yanks Senga's head to the side, but he barely notices, drunk on the feeling of having his master so close to him. There's a sharp pain, momentary and familiar, but the venom of his master transforms the agony of a bite into ecstasy and it's like his universe has exploded. There's pleasure, ambition, desire, satisfaction... all of his master's emotions wash over him in swirling colors. A million little fingers drag along his veins, lighting Senga on fire, making him burn, everything he's ever wanted being given to him in an instant. This is what his master does for him, and Senga spasms in his arms, unable to stop himself as his body is flooded with Kamenashi's power.
It's over in seconds, his master leaving him and Senga unable to follow, wanting, craving, but body too overwhelmed with Kamenashi's will to listen to Senga's own. He closes his eyes and lets himself fall into it, basking in the still-strong thread of the connection.
It's a few minutes before Senga is pulled to his senses (as much as he can be) by Nikaido. His most frequent lover is pressed in close to him, rocking against him, mouthing at his jaw, running hands across Senga's body. Kamenashi is gone, Fujigaya with him, a steady favorite. Senga can feel his master, though, his hunger for blood sated, but still craving the pleasures of the flesh. His desire takes them with him, and Senga can feel them all through the connection, surrounding him, inside of him, and he's already hard and dripping. He lifts his mouth to Nikaido's and the kiss is messy, frantic as they tear at their clothes. Their master is ahead of them, and he's not waiting.
It's hard to think, their master's desire overpowering anything else, and even undressing is a difficult task. They both get their pants and underwear out of the way, and Senga's shirt is half-undone, but that's as much as they manage. In the moment he glances around, Senga can see that the others are in similar states, seeking out the touch their master has denied them.
Tamamori is already crying out from the force of Miyata's thrusts, his hands pinned to the rug above his head. Senga can just see Kitayama's cock disappearing as Yokoo slides down onto him. Senga turns back in time to see Nikaido spit into his hand, slicking himself. Senga says nothing, can't even think about arguing, and Nikaido doesn't apologize. At other times, they make love to each other as most people do, but their master is close, and it makes them crazy. Nikaido shoves into Senga roughly, tearing, and the pain becomes a rush of pleasure, the venom of his master still running through his veins. Senga can feel himself grow wet with his own blood, but the venom continues to work its magic, healing even as Nikaido moves. Senga clings to him, nails digging into his skin through the fabric of his shirt, and Nikaido cries out, desperate, fucking Senga hard. Senga moves with him, pushing back, writhing against him, but even that's not enough. Nothing can match the pleasure their master gives them when he feeds, but they chase after it anyway, clinging to their connections, and they get as high as they can, as fast as they can, on the feel of each other.
Their master can feel it, too; his approval radiates through them as he draws on their feelings as well, uses them to heighten his own experience and transmits it back to his pets. Senga's body is on fire, Nikaido's hands burning into his skin. He pulls him down for an impossible kiss, teeth catching on lips as they groan into each other's mouths. Nikaido bites at him and Senga yells, but they don't stop. Their master reaches his peak and it pulls them along, the brilliant flash of his orgasm sweeping over them and Senga arches, twisting into Nikaido as they come, their cries echoed by the others as they fall.
It's over fast, their master's satisfaction clear but faint along the remnants of their connections. The smell of sex lingers in the air like ozone after a lightning strike, a reminder of the storm, the energy, the electric moment that burned through them all. But it will soon fade, too, their blood absorbing venom, the breeze from the balcony swirling fresh air through the room. They'll return to normal, padding barefoot through the corridors of the manor, exploring the gardens, sometimes taking pleasure in each other until the moment their master returns to them.
And then it will begin again.
Anyway, who doesn't want a harem that looks LIKE THIS?! (well, maybe not so blurry)
...remind me why I'm posting fic at 5:30? Oh yeah, because I've been up for forty-five minutes. Body, WHAT THE HELL. *NOT IMPRESSED* Although hey, at least I made it past 3:20; didn't manage that yesterday. ... combination of mosquito bites (serves me right for chilling outside for hours?), tooth pain (changed my braces last night), and daylight (screw you, Japan - maybe there's something to be said for DST after all).
ETA: Mousi wrote a sequel!
Pairing: Nikaido/Senga, Kamenashi/Kis-My-Ft2
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 and a massive warning for VAMPIRES (and blood, because you know, VAMPIRES).
AN: This is pretty much a ridiculously pretentious piece of crap with not a single word of dialogue. Inspired by Kame's solo performance on Shokura (June 4th), where he sings Lost My Way while being amazingly slutty and biting the hell out of all of Kisumai, basically. Go find it Watch it here you haven't seen it (tell me if the link doesn't work), because I'm not even kidding. O_o Also some notes from timeripple, who was kind enough to beta:
What. what is this even. I--I don't even.
...and then we argued vampire biology, because she's never lost her inner bio minor. Just pretend like it makes sense. I mean, really. VAMPIRE.
For mousapelli
Lost My Way In You
It's a good life, Senga thinks, although he barely remembers his previous existence. Old memories fade on the manor grounds, melting into the shadows of the past much as the garden pond melts into the shade of the trees so that the far side can hardly be seen. Only the new memories stay, the ones created here- memories of his master, of the other pets.
There are seven of them, one for each day of the week, if needed, not that their master always chooses to use them that way. He spends most of his time away, visiting only for a short time to feed. Senga doesn't know what Kamenashi does when he's not with them, nor does he need to. All he knows is that he feels a faint sense of loss when his master is gone, barely noticeable until he returns and the feeling suddenly disappears. The other pets feel it, too, Senga knows, and he's glad for their company. It's said that other masters sometimes keep only one pet, and Senga imagines that would be terribly lonely.
Today, they all spend the day together, clustered in one of the many dens of the manor. Kamenashi has been away longer than usual, and they await his return, impatient, edgy. It will be soon, they know.
They can feel it even before he arrives: their master is lusting for blood. It calls to them, draws them to him, and they can't pull away, wouldn't even if they could. A feeling so powerful that it drives those of them more attuned to their knees. It matters little, for when their master arrives, they'll crawl to him if they have to.
Fujigaya has been there the longest; he's most sensitive to their master's desires. Kamenashi swoops in through the balcony and Fujigaya moves toward him immediately. He's forced to the ground before he makes it across the room, Kamenashi's flare of satisfaction at seeing them making them weak, but Fujigaya fights it. He clings to Kamenashi, hands sliding beneath their master's shirt in a desperate search for contact, but Kamenashi doesn't make him wait. He grabs Fujigaya by the hair, pulling him into him, wrenching his head to the side, and Fujigaya groans before Kamenashi even leans down.
The others stare, waiting, wanting, as Kamenashi sinks his teeth into Fujigaya's neck. They know exactly what it's like, the sharp rush of connection as their master feeds, their lifeblood sucked from them as he steals their souls. They belong to him.
Sometimes their master feeds only on one of his pets, drinking deeply and leaving him for a week to replenish, moving on to the others, and sometimes their master wants them all, just a taste of each one, each different and vibrant. He's as addicted to them as they are to him, and tonight, it seems that he'll have them all.
Kamenashi pulls his mouth from Fujigaya's neck and leaves him to collapse to the floor in euphoria. It's better than sex, an ultimate high that leaves them lost, swimming in currents of pleasure as their master's power consumes them, leaves their blood swirling. Nights like this are a tease of the worst kind, their master feeding fully from no one, but they're desperate for it, like a drug, just one bite; their master makes it so.
Tamamori is next, pushing forward to stare at their master with pleading eyes. He's always craved attention, and nothing is better than their master's touch. He's down in seconds, the bite mark on his neck healing quickly as Tamamori sinks into the rug.
Nikaido follows, barely staying on his feet as he grabs on to Kamenashi. Senga watches, and he can almost feel it as their master's teeth pierce Nikaido's skin.
Kitayama crawls, overpowered by the sensation of their master's rising satisfaction. He's newer than many of them, but he's a fated pet; he feels the call stronger than most of the others. Kamenashi takes pity on him, smiling as he drops to the floor and Kitayama reaches out.
Senga holds out the longest, watching, waiting. He feels the pull, but as the newest addition to their master's collection, he's able to hold it at bay, at least long enough to watch as Miyata and Yokoo follow the rest, lying in bliss where their master has left them. Watching heightens the anticipation, the sensation, and Senga shivers as Kamenashi finally turns to him. Senga takes a step toward him, but his master gestures and Senga finds himself on his back, staring up as Kamenashi drops down on top of him. A hand in his hair yanks Senga's head to the side, but he barely notices, drunk on the feeling of having his master so close to him. There's a sharp pain, momentary and familiar, but the venom of his master transforms the agony of a bite into ecstasy and it's like his universe has exploded. There's pleasure, ambition, desire, satisfaction... all of his master's emotions wash over him in swirling colors. A million little fingers drag along his veins, lighting Senga on fire, making him burn, everything he's ever wanted being given to him in an instant. This is what his master does for him, and Senga spasms in his arms, unable to stop himself as his body is flooded with Kamenashi's power.
It's over in seconds, his master leaving him and Senga unable to follow, wanting, craving, but body too overwhelmed with Kamenashi's will to listen to Senga's own. He closes his eyes and lets himself fall into it, basking in the still-strong thread of the connection.
It's a few minutes before Senga is pulled to his senses (as much as he can be) by Nikaido. His most frequent lover is pressed in close to him, rocking against him, mouthing at his jaw, running hands across Senga's body. Kamenashi is gone, Fujigaya with him, a steady favorite. Senga can feel his master, though, his hunger for blood sated, but still craving the pleasures of the flesh. His desire takes them with him, and Senga can feel them all through the connection, surrounding him, inside of him, and he's already hard and dripping. He lifts his mouth to Nikaido's and the kiss is messy, frantic as they tear at their clothes. Their master is ahead of them, and he's not waiting.
It's hard to think, their master's desire overpowering anything else, and even undressing is a difficult task. They both get their pants and underwear out of the way, and Senga's shirt is half-undone, but that's as much as they manage. In the moment he glances around, Senga can see that the others are in similar states, seeking out the touch their master has denied them.
Tamamori is already crying out from the force of Miyata's thrusts, his hands pinned to the rug above his head. Senga can just see Kitayama's cock disappearing as Yokoo slides down onto him. Senga turns back in time to see Nikaido spit into his hand, slicking himself. Senga says nothing, can't even think about arguing, and Nikaido doesn't apologize. At other times, they make love to each other as most people do, but their master is close, and it makes them crazy. Nikaido shoves into Senga roughly, tearing, and the pain becomes a rush of pleasure, the venom of his master still running through his veins. Senga can feel himself grow wet with his own blood, but the venom continues to work its magic, healing even as Nikaido moves. Senga clings to him, nails digging into his skin through the fabric of his shirt, and Nikaido cries out, desperate, fucking Senga hard. Senga moves with him, pushing back, writhing against him, but even that's not enough. Nothing can match the pleasure their master gives them when he feeds, but they chase after it anyway, clinging to their connections, and they get as high as they can, as fast as they can, on the feel of each other.
Their master can feel it, too; his approval radiates through them as he draws on their feelings as well, uses them to heighten his own experience and transmits it back to his pets. Senga's body is on fire, Nikaido's hands burning into his skin. He pulls him down for an impossible kiss, teeth catching on lips as they groan into each other's mouths. Nikaido bites at him and Senga yells, but they don't stop. Their master reaches his peak and it pulls them along, the brilliant flash of his orgasm sweeping over them and Senga arches, twisting into Nikaido as they come, their cries echoed by the others as they fall.
It's over fast, their master's satisfaction clear but faint along the remnants of their connections. The smell of sex lingers in the air like ozone after a lightning strike, a reminder of the storm, the energy, the electric moment that burned through them all. But it will soon fade, too, their blood absorbing venom, the breeze from the balcony swirling fresh air through the room. They'll return to normal, padding barefoot through the corridors of the manor, exploring the gardens, sometimes taking pleasure in each other until the moment their master returns to them.
And then it will begin again.
Anyway, who doesn't want a harem that looks LIKE THIS?! (well, maybe not so blurry)
...remind me why I'm posting fic at 5:30? Oh yeah, because I've been up for forty-five minutes. Body, WHAT THE HELL. *NOT IMPRESSED* Although hey, at least I made it past 3:20; didn't manage that yesterday. ... combination of mosquito bites (serves me right for chilling outside for hours?), tooth pain (changed my braces last night), and daylight (screw you, Japan - maybe there's something to be said for DST after all).
ETA: Mousi wrote a sequel!