fic: beyond them is your flesh (adam/yaeko nc-17)
Title: Beyond Them Is Your Flesh
Author: sinemoras09
Characters: Adam/Yaeko
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1,201
Spoilers: season 2
Summary: Everything is just so still. Adam/Yaeko. PWP, angst. Warnings for graphic sex. Written for the un_love_you prompt, "I want to need you."
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Above them, the darkness stretches; black trees sway as they walk past. There's nothing but death in these woods, the sound of their breathing and the faintest whisper of the wind above them.
"Where are you taking me?" Yaeko asks.
In front of her, Adam keeps walking, his cloak shielding him from the cold. Yaeko's own fingers are numb; she pulls her cloak around her in a feeble attempt to get warm.
"I asked you where you're taking me," Yaeko says. Adam glances back, then forward.
"You'll see," Adam says. "Patience, love." Yaeko glowers, rubbing her hands.
It seems like hours before the forest begins to thin. Tramping uphill, the slope they're climbing levels; it gives way to a wide open expanse. Around them, there's nothing but hazy moonlight and the bones of old trees. Adam is standing at the hill's crest, eyes trained forward, when Yaeko finally catches up to him.
"A graveyard," Yaeko says. She looks up at Adam with questioning eyes. "But why?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
Adam's eyes are cold.
Behind them, she can see the lightening flashing in the distance. The wind stirs, and the memory slaps her in the face.
Five hundred days of aching arms and calloused hands from sparring with a wooden sword. The smell of sweat and the sound of laughter. Days without sunshine, and Hiro-sama's eyes.
"I do not understand," Yaeko says.
"You're just like me," Adam says. He steps forward, leaning into her. "That grief you bear like a weight in your soul. I can sense it, Yaeko." His voice is low in her ear. "You can feel it, too."
He's close, too close, and Yaeko can't breathe. She takes a step back, but she's met by the wall of the cave. Reflexively, her hand reaches for the hilt of her sword.
"You're afraid," Adam says.
"What do you want with me?" Yaeko says.
"Nothing," Adam says, and he steps closer.
Bridging the gap between their bodies, Adam leans in, a finger's breadth away. He's taller than her, the fabric of his cloak brushing against Yaeko's skin, and Yaeko finds herself pressing against his chest. She closes her eyes when she feels him dip forward, dropping a kiss at the nape of her neck.
"Yaeko," he says. She feels his hands brush against her arms, feels her cloak falling to the floor. "Tell me, 'no,'" Adam murmurs. His thumbs ghost across the collar of her kimono. "Tell me, 'stop.'"
"I-" Yaeko's throat is dry. She looks up again and he kisses her on the mouth this time, hands cupping the side of her face.
They lie together on the makeshift pallet, their clothes still stiff from the cold. There is an ambient heat from the dim light in the corner - Adam's lantern, flickering softly - but Yaeko's skin is covered in gooseflesh. She feels Adam's fingers under the collar of her kimono, peeling it away from her skin.
Neither of them makes a sound.
In the dim half light, she lets him claw blindly up her kimono, his hands sliding up the crest of her ribs and up to her breasts. Thumbs brush against her nipples as he cups them gently, kissing the side of her neck. "Yaeko," he says. She bites off a breathy moan as she feels him slide a hand down her thigh. "Shh," he says, and he breathes into her skin, fingers dipping deep inside of her.
In the distance, thunder rolls, threatening to rain. It feels like sunshine struggling through the clouds.
"Kensei," she says, but his thumb is in her mouth, her heart thudding in her ears, and suddenly he's kissing her again, deeper this time and more frantic, hot mouth against her skin. Hands press against her knees and instinctively she wraps her legs around him, the heel of her foot digging into Adam's spine.
Around them, their jagged breaths comes out white in the cold air, and Adam pushes up inside of her.
A pair of calloused hands press against her hips, and Yaeko is dizzy from the sensation. He begins to thrust, and Yaeko gasps. He's hitting her at the right angle, thrusting deep and clutching her arms. Pushing up against him, her head falls against his chest, mouth slack and panting. He thrusts harder and before she can stop herself, she's kissing his skin, tongue tracing the line of his collarbone.
The sound Adam makes is guttural, a low-pitched growl, and Yaeko is rewarded by another harsh thrust, his fingers digging into her skin. She's close - she can feel it - breath tight and muscles clenching. Adam seems to sense it too, because all at once he rears up on his flanks, then shoves his face against her shoulder, gripping her tight and ramming his hips inside her.
When she climaxes, everything is so still. She is suddenly aware of the frigid air, the weight of Adam's body as he pulses deep inside of her.
Her hands are shaking. She buries her face against Adam's chest, feels his hands cradle the sides of her face. Yaeko tries not to look at him, keeping her head down and avoiding his eyes.
"You were thinking about Hiro, weren't you?" Adam says. Yaeko doesn't look at him.
"I am sorry," Yaeko says.
Adam says nothing. He stands, then readjusts his cloak.
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A/N: just a moody little thing I thought up during call. *facepalm* Oops.
Author: sinemoras09
Characters: Adam/Yaeko
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1,201
Spoilers: season 2
Summary: Everything is just so still. Adam/Yaeko. PWP, angst. Warnings for graphic sex. Written for the un_love_you prompt, "I want to need you."
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Above them, the darkness stretches; black trees sway as they walk past. There's nothing but death in these woods, the sound of their breathing and the faintest whisper of the wind above them.
"Where are you taking me?" Yaeko asks.
In front of her, Adam keeps walking, his cloak shielding him from the cold. Yaeko's own fingers are numb; she pulls her cloak around her in a feeble attempt to get warm.
"I asked you where you're taking me," Yaeko says. Adam glances back, then forward.
"You'll see," Adam says. "Patience, love." Yaeko glowers, rubbing her hands.
It seems like hours before the forest begins to thin. Tramping uphill, the slope they're climbing levels; it gives way to a wide open expanse. Around them, there's nothing but hazy moonlight and the bones of old trees. Adam is standing at the hill's crest, eyes trained forward, when Yaeko finally catches up to him.
"A graveyard," Yaeko says. She looks up at Adam with questioning eyes. "But why?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
Adam's eyes are cold.
Behind them, she can see the lightening flashing in the distance. The wind stirs, and the memory slaps her in the face.
Five hundred days of aching arms and calloused hands from sparring with a wooden sword. The smell of sweat and the sound of laughter. Days without sunshine, and Hiro-sama's eyes.
"I do not understand," Yaeko says.
"You're just like me," Adam says. He steps forward, leaning into her. "That grief you bear like a weight in your soul. I can sense it, Yaeko." His voice is low in her ear. "You can feel it, too."
He's close, too close, and Yaeko can't breathe. She takes a step back, but she's met by the wall of the cave. Reflexively, her hand reaches for the hilt of her sword.
"You're afraid," Adam says.
"What do you want with me?" Yaeko says.
"Nothing," Adam says, and he steps closer.
Bridging the gap between their bodies, Adam leans in, a finger's breadth away. He's taller than her, the fabric of his cloak brushing against Yaeko's skin, and Yaeko finds herself pressing against his chest. She closes her eyes when she feels him dip forward, dropping a kiss at the nape of her neck.
"Yaeko," he says. She feels his hands brush against her arms, feels her cloak falling to the floor. "Tell me, 'no,'" Adam murmurs. His thumbs ghost across the collar of her kimono. "Tell me, 'stop.'"
"I-" Yaeko's throat is dry. She looks up again and he kisses her on the mouth this time, hands cupping the side of her face.
They lie together on the makeshift pallet, their clothes still stiff from the cold. There is an ambient heat from the dim light in the corner - Adam's lantern, flickering softly - but Yaeko's skin is covered in gooseflesh. She feels Adam's fingers under the collar of her kimono, peeling it away from her skin.
Neither of them makes a sound.
In the dim half light, she lets him claw blindly up her kimono, his hands sliding up the crest of her ribs and up to her breasts. Thumbs brush against her nipples as he cups them gently, kissing the side of her neck. "Yaeko," he says. She bites off a breathy moan as she feels him slide a hand down her thigh. "Shh," he says, and he breathes into her skin, fingers dipping deep inside of her.
In the distance, thunder rolls, threatening to rain. It feels like sunshine struggling through the clouds.
"Kensei," she says, but his thumb is in her mouth, her heart thudding in her ears, and suddenly he's kissing her again, deeper this time and more frantic, hot mouth against her skin. Hands press against her knees and instinctively she wraps her legs around him, the heel of her foot digging into Adam's spine.
Around them, their jagged breaths comes out white in the cold air, and Adam pushes up inside of her.
A pair of calloused hands press against her hips, and Yaeko is dizzy from the sensation. He begins to thrust, and Yaeko gasps. He's hitting her at the right angle, thrusting deep and clutching her arms. Pushing up against him, her head falls against his chest, mouth slack and panting. He thrusts harder and before she can stop herself, she's kissing his skin, tongue tracing the line of his collarbone.
The sound Adam makes is guttural, a low-pitched growl, and Yaeko is rewarded by another harsh thrust, his fingers digging into her skin. She's close - she can feel it - breath tight and muscles clenching. Adam seems to sense it too, because all at once he rears up on his flanks, then shoves his face against her shoulder, gripping her tight and ramming his hips inside her.
When she climaxes, everything is so still. She is suddenly aware of the frigid air, the weight of Adam's body as he pulses deep inside of her.
Her hands are shaking. She buries her face against Adam's chest, feels his hands cradle the sides of her face. Yaeko tries not to look at him, keeping her head down and avoiding his eyes.
"You were thinking about Hiro, weren't you?" Adam says. Yaeko doesn't look at him.
"I am sorry," Yaeko says.
Adam says nothing. He stands, then readjusts his cloak.
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A/N: just a moody little thing I thought up during call. *facepalm* Oops.