Darkness and Light (Reishin/Kouyuu)
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kinkfestTitle: Darkness and Light.
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cairnsy
Rating: NC-17 (very briefly)
Warnings: Quasi-incest.
Word count: 2549.
Summary: Houju and Reishin have tea, Kouyuu falls in a pond. Things snowball from there. Reishin/Kouyuu.
A/N: Guh. It's still July 2nd somewhere, right? My springkink stories were all typed on my laptop which officially died yesterday, and so I'm writing things all over again in a mad dash and it really, really shows. The beginning of this is especially rushed, but the whole thing in general is pretty terrible. I'm very, very sorry. If my laptop comes up ok and I sdon't lose everything on it, I'll post the very different original fic for this challenge as well if I'm allowed to.
It didn't matter how Houju had found out, all that mattered to Reishin was that he knew. His troublesome best friend had at least had the decency to broach the subject after tea had been served on Reishin's porch, Houju was the type of man who generally had no issue revealing others private laundry in a very public setting if much amusement could be gained as a result.
"He's half your age," Houju commented idly as he poured himself a cup of tea, although there was nothing idle about his intent. Houju did not bother with the obvious fact that Kouyuu was also his son. "He is practically a child."
Reishin snorted quietly, his attention flickering out onto his perfectly arranged (and fenced in) garden. "He is most certainly an adult."
"That is hardly what I meant, Reishin." Annoyance flickered in Houju's gaze. "He is still a boy when it comes to anything that cannot be read or written down, and not purely by his own wishes." Reishin's expression remained impassive.
"I was not the one who initiated the relationship."
Houju studied him for an impossibly long moment. "Had he been drinking?"
Anger flashed in Reishin's eyes. "Are you implying that I would take advantage of my drunk son?" His cold words were like steel, but Houju calmly held his gaze.
"I do not see why you would sudden acquire morals simply because your son is involved." This time, Houju's dry response held an edge that was almost 20 years old, but it was smothered quickly away when he took another sip of his tea. "As it is, your morals become even greyer when Kouyuu is the centre of your attention."
Reishin didn't deny this. Things had a 'habit' of happening around Kouyuu that any self aware person would be able to connect loosely - dangerously - together, although Kouyuu had always been strangely blind to such things. There were acquaintances that took sudden vacations in the less hospitable parts of Saiunkoku, colleagues who received the sort of promotions that were welcomed only by those who found suicidal thoughts enjoyable.
They were the ones who generally got off lightly.
"No. He was not drunk." At least, Kouyuu hadn't been when, in an eruption of anger and hurt and pent up emotion, Kouyuu had leant in and pressed a hurried kiss against Reishin's lips. Even now, Reishin wasn't entirely sure who had been more shocked by the kiss. Reishin had at least maintained enough outward poise to simply cock an eyebrow in response, but Kouyuu ...
Kouyuu had fled in a flutter of flying robes and horror. It had taken Reishin hours to track him done (finding Kouyuu at any time was always difficult, as his son himself never knew where he would end up) and it had been close to dawn before he had found him, a bottle of sickening sweet alcohol in hand and at least three churning in his stomach.
"Nor," Reishin added as an almost afterthought, "has he spent the last four months wallowing in the bottom of the bottle. I did not force this upon him, Houju."
Houju's responding smirk held no humour. They both knew that Reishin did not have to force Kouyuu to do anything, when it came to Reishin there was nothing that Kouyuu wasn't willing to do. While it was a trait that Reishin preferred to encourage, there were times when it could pose ... problems.
"You have been in love with him for years," Houju finally replied, his gaze narrowing thoughtfully. It was not a question, but an accusation.
"Yes."
It was an accusation he deserved. There had been many over the years. Reishin was not supposed to treat people like toys, Kouru accused darkly in his letters, Reishin should really take more care with his ... relationships ... with others Shouka would warmly, off handedly accuse in a manner that managed to often sound more like a suggestion. Houju's accusations usually went unsaid, spoken instead through those damnable masks that Reishin helped craft in more ways than one.
However, it was supposed to have been different with Kouyuu. Houju, Kouru, even Shouka - none of them had quite believed that the small boy that Reishin had brought home wouldn't one day either be packed up and sent away to his absent wife, or indifferently passed on to some minor relative to bring up. Slowly, Houju, Kouru, even Shouka - had come to realise that Kouyuu wasn't simply another pretty little toy that Reishin had picked up and would surely discard once he tired of it.
Kouyuu was his son. That mere, indisputable fact had brought forth in Reishin a twisted sort of honesty that no-one else could quite draw from him. Yet, now ...
It had always been a lie, Reishin reflected as Houju impassively waited for him to say something more. Kouyuu could never have simply been his son, not when he had always - always - been Reishin's everything.
Kouyuu hadn't merely been his light, he had been Reishin's darkness as well.
"I do not like this," Houju finally said coldly when Reishin still did not speak. Yet, the words were laced now with contempt instead of being accusatory. It was a fine difference that would have meant nothing coming from anyone other than Houju, who managed to somehow speak bluntly through subtleties.
"I do not believe that I asked for your approval."
Something flashed in Houju's gaze that Reishin could not quite read, but the sound of someone entering loudly through the front door distracted them both momentarily. A tiny smirk curled at the corner of Reishin's lips as the noisy entrance was followed by a muffled curse, before he turned his attention indifferently back to Houju.
"I believe you were about to leave." It was not a question. Kouyuu inelegantly stepped out onto the porch then, still muttering something to himself under his breath even as he attempted to pull grass out of his hair and smooth down his drenched clothes.
Reishin didn't ask.
"You are late," he reproached instead, earning himself a tired, exasperated glare in response. "Because of your tardiness, I have had my time encroached upon by him," he waved a disdainful arm towards Houju.
"I was just leaving," Houju said calmly as he slipped his mask back into place and rose to his feet. Kouyuu, Reishin noticed with not a small amount of annoyance, was blushing just slightly even though he had averted his gaze immediately from the other man.
That bastard.
"You're dripping sludge on the floor," Reishin commented dryly when Houju was finally gone, and the blush was driven immediately away by embarrassed anger.
"You have to talk to the gardener, he's moved the pond to the left side of the compounds!" Kouyuu angrily stated as he headed back in doors, his voice slowly dimming the further away he got from the back porch. After a brief shake of his head (Reishin had made sure years ago that there was no such thing in the Kou compounds anywhere) he followed after his disgruntled son. Kouyuu still went to his own bedroom to change, even though most nights were spent in Reishin's. His son was shy about the strangest things still, especially considering that Reishin had certainly seen him in various states of undress in the last few months. It was why Kouyuu had changed out of his wet clothes with such quickness that by the time Reishin arrived at his room he had already progressed to attempting to pull out the small twigs that were twisted into his hair, his drenched work robe replaced by an impossibly plainer 'home' version.
His son was never going to remotely be fashionable. Yet, even with bits of twig stuck in his hair and in his dowdy, colourless robe, Kouyuu still possessed a unique beauty that was solely his own. Reishin watched him struggle with the twigs for a moment from the door, only entering when it appeared as though Kouyuu was going to attempt to rip them out with his hairbrush.
"It is ridiculous the situations you get yourself into," Reishin said dourly as he crossed the room, quickly disarming Kouyuu of his hairbrush. "Sit." Kouyuu growled quietly when the command was accompanied by Reishin forcefully pushing Kouyuu down into a chair, but his son knew better by now than to say anything - if only because it would mean showing up to work the next day with the twigs and leaves still woven into his hair. And, really. How had Reishin of all people managed to bring up someone who was so uncouth when it came to simple things as not shredding your hair to pieces? With an agitated sigh he released Kouyuu's hair from the leather strap that held it in a practical ponytail, and begun to gently run his fingers through the the aqua strands, untangling each little twig and leaf as his fingers found them. It would be quicker to use the damnable hair brush, Reishin privately allowed. But it would have also have been quicker to hack the pieces out with a sword. The end effect, at least, would have been similar.
"This is all Shuuei's fault," Kouyuu muttered darkly as the late afternoon sun began to slowly dip beyond the horizon. "If he hadn't spent half the afternoon wasting my time with his ridiculous theories and ideas, I would have been home hours before the pond had been moved." His son said nothing else, either too embarrassed by the situation or too annoyed at his best friend to go on. Reishin thought idly that it may have been a third option - while Kouyuu had attempted to hide it, it had become increasingly obvious to Reishin that his son rather enjoyed having his hair played with. It was something Kouyuu would hotly deny if confronted with, as apparently little pleasures such as that were reserved for a more vain variety of lover. Yet, Reishin had the distinct impression that, if Kouyuu was a cat, he would most likely be purring as Reishin ran his fingers through a clear expanse of hair. It was perhaps why Reishin took perhaps a touch longer than necessary to clear away all the little things that had managed to get caught . When he was finished, he tucked Kouyuu's hair behind each of his ears before running his hands possessively down along Kouyuu's neck, down across his shoulders.
"I will make this offer only once," Reishin said suddenly when his hands finally stilled, cupped around Kouyuu's upper arms. "And then never again. If you wish, you may leave." There was an edge in his words that he didn't bother to blunt. Kouyuu stiffened beneath his touch, and it took him a moment to respond.
"If that is what you want then you should just say so!" Kouyuu heatedly replied as he rose to his feet and spun to face Reishin. Reishin had expected the instant defensiveness, just as he had expected the hurt and fear that was slashed through Kouyuu's angry gaze. His son stalked away towards his bed before spinning back to face Reishin. "But I can't play games, Reishin-sama. Not with this. If-"
Reishin kissed him. Kouyuu did not hesitate, kissing him back with a desperate heat that Reishin was not willing to ever share with anyone else. His hands reaching up and cupping Kouyuu's face, Reishin drew him in possessively closer as the kiss became more controlling, more deliberate.
"You will not have the chance again," he murmured against Kouyuu's lips, before pushing him back onto the bed.
It wasn't gentle, it rarely ever was. Impatient hands shoved Kouyuu's robes up around his waist before flipping him unceremoniously onto his stomach, much to the chagrin of Kouyuu who yelped in protest. It was a protest that died quickly on Kouyuu's lips as Reishin ran his hands possessively up the back of Kouyuu's thighs, up over the curve of his hips before coming to rest there as he rained a trail of rough kisses against the material that dared cover the pale skin of Kouyuu's neck and shoulders. Mine, each kiss selfishly declared. Kouyuu arched into each touch, into every kiss, causing Reishin to abandon any thought of ridding either himself or Kouyuu completely of their robes. Instead, he reached for the oil that sat in the small drawer of Kouyuu's bedside table, barely bothering with the necessary 'niceties' before drawing Kouyuu up onto his knees and then slowly, slowly back onto Reishin's cock.
Gods.
Before they had begun to engage in such activities, Reishin had fantasized about entering Kouyuu roughly, claiming him with an elegance more befitting a savage. Yet, there was something smothering about taking Kouyuu like this, slowly, possessively. All his, all laid out on the sheets for him to take as and when he pleased. Only a fool wouldn't savour such a thing. When Reishin had finally buried himself deep within the other man, it was still several long minutes before Kouyuu let out a shuddering breath and opened his eyes once more. Reishin smirked slightly at the cloudiness there, the haze of pain laced desire doing very little to veil an almost childish adoration that shone through even now. Especially now.
Reishin rarely asked permission for anything, and he certainly didn't ask now - Kouyuu had lost all right to such things the moment he had allowed Reishin to push him down onto his bed. As he withdrew from Kouyuu as languishly as he had entered, Kouyuu let out a frustrated, breathless growl.
The next thrust was nowhere near as gentle as the first had been, nor was the second. Reishin hardly bothered to keep track, not as the world dissolved into a blanket of heat and desperate, quiet commands of 'Reishin-sama!'. His hand found its way around to Kouyuu's cock, and he roughly dragged his fingers down around its length in time with each thrust, drawing himself even deeper into his beautiful, beautiful son.
"Mine," he murmured hoarsely against Kouyuu's neck before roughly kissed him there, and with a cry that seemed ripped from deep in his throat, Kouyuu came. It was a ridiculously short amount of time before Reishin came as well, buried deep within his son, his hands clenching roughly into his hips. Breathing heavily, he stayed there for several long minutes, his forehead resting against Kouyuu's shoulder blades and one hand skimming idly down across the flat of Kouyuu's stomach. When he did then withdraw from his son, it was only so that he could lazily roll Kouyuu onto his back and place a short, harsh kiss against his lips. Kouyuu hadn't quite yet mastered the ability to meet Reishin's gaze after having been taken in such a matter, and a faint blush of burnt embarrassment staining his cheeks as his gaze slid to somewhere just to the right. Reishin smirked slightly before leaning in for a far longer, deliberate kiss that Kouyuu gruffly 'allowed' him, before curling in against Reishin's chest and snaking his arms around his back, muttering something darkly into Reishin's hair that Reishin couldn't quite hear.
He didn't need to.
Houju could think whatever he damn well liked.
Author:
cairnsyRating: NC-17 (very briefly)
Warnings: Quasi-incest.
Word count: 2549.
Summary: Houju and Reishin have tea, Kouyuu falls in a pond. Things snowball from there. Reishin/Kouyuu.
A/N: Guh. It's still July 2nd somewhere, right? My springkink stories were all typed on my laptop which officially died yesterday, and so I'm writing things all over again in a mad dash and it really, really shows. The beginning of this is especially rushed, but the whole thing in general is pretty terrible. I'm very, very sorry. If my laptop comes up ok and I sdon't lose everything on it, I'll post the very different original fic for this challenge as well if I'm allowed to.
It didn't matter how Houju had found out, all that mattered to Reishin was that he knew. His troublesome best friend had at least had the decency to broach the subject after tea had been served on Reishin's porch, Houju was the type of man who generally had no issue revealing others private laundry in a very public setting if much amusement could be gained as a result.
"He's half your age," Houju commented idly as he poured himself a cup of tea, although there was nothing idle about his intent. Houju did not bother with the obvious fact that Kouyuu was also his son. "He is practically a child."
Reishin snorted quietly, his attention flickering out onto his perfectly arranged (and fenced in) garden. "He is most certainly an adult."
"That is hardly what I meant, Reishin." Annoyance flickered in Houju's gaze. "He is still a boy when it comes to anything that cannot be read or written down, and not purely by his own wishes." Reishin's expression remained impassive.
"I was not the one who initiated the relationship."
Houju studied him for an impossibly long moment. "Had he been drinking?"
Anger flashed in Reishin's eyes. "Are you implying that I would take advantage of my drunk son?" His cold words were like steel, but Houju calmly held his gaze.
"I do not see why you would sudden acquire morals simply because your son is involved." This time, Houju's dry response held an edge that was almost 20 years old, but it was smothered quickly away when he took another sip of his tea. "As it is, your morals become even greyer when Kouyuu is the centre of your attention."
Reishin didn't deny this. Things had a 'habit' of happening around Kouyuu that any self aware person would be able to connect loosely - dangerously - together, although Kouyuu had always been strangely blind to such things. There were acquaintances that took sudden vacations in the less hospitable parts of Saiunkoku, colleagues who received the sort of promotions that were welcomed only by those who found suicidal thoughts enjoyable.
They were the ones who generally got off lightly.
"No. He was not drunk." At least, Kouyuu hadn't been when, in an eruption of anger and hurt and pent up emotion, Kouyuu had leant in and pressed a hurried kiss against Reishin's lips. Even now, Reishin wasn't entirely sure who had been more shocked by the kiss. Reishin had at least maintained enough outward poise to simply cock an eyebrow in response, but Kouyuu ...
Kouyuu had fled in a flutter of flying robes and horror. It had taken Reishin hours to track him done (finding Kouyuu at any time was always difficult, as his son himself never knew where he would end up) and it had been close to dawn before he had found him, a bottle of sickening sweet alcohol in hand and at least three churning in his stomach.
"Nor," Reishin added as an almost afterthought, "has he spent the last four months wallowing in the bottom of the bottle. I did not force this upon him, Houju."
Houju's responding smirk held no humour. They both knew that Reishin did not have to force Kouyuu to do anything, when it came to Reishin there was nothing that Kouyuu wasn't willing to do. While it was a trait that Reishin preferred to encourage, there were times when it could pose ... problems.
"You have been in love with him for years," Houju finally replied, his gaze narrowing thoughtfully. It was not a question, but an accusation.
"Yes."
It was an accusation he deserved. There had been many over the years. Reishin was not supposed to treat people like toys, Kouru accused darkly in his letters, Reishin should really take more care with his ... relationships ... with others Shouka would warmly, off handedly accuse in a manner that managed to often sound more like a suggestion. Houju's accusations usually went unsaid, spoken instead through those damnable masks that Reishin helped craft in more ways than one.
However, it was supposed to have been different with Kouyuu. Houju, Kouru, even Shouka - none of them had quite believed that the small boy that Reishin had brought home wouldn't one day either be packed up and sent away to his absent wife, or indifferently passed on to some minor relative to bring up. Slowly, Houju, Kouru, even Shouka - had come to realise that Kouyuu wasn't simply another pretty little toy that Reishin had picked up and would surely discard once he tired of it.
Kouyuu was his son. That mere, indisputable fact had brought forth in Reishin a twisted sort of honesty that no-one else could quite draw from him. Yet, now ...
It had always been a lie, Reishin reflected as Houju impassively waited for him to say something more. Kouyuu could never have simply been his son, not when he had always - always - been Reishin's everything.
Kouyuu hadn't merely been his light, he had been Reishin's darkness as well.
"I do not like this," Houju finally said coldly when Reishin still did not speak. Yet, the words were laced now with contempt instead of being accusatory. It was a fine difference that would have meant nothing coming from anyone other than Houju, who managed to somehow speak bluntly through subtleties.
"I do not believe that I asked for your approval."
Something flashed in Houju's gaze that Reishin could not quite read, but the sound of someone entering loudly through the front door distracted them both momentarily. A tiny smirk curled at the corner of Reishin's lips as the noisy entrance was followed by a muffled curse, before he turned his attention indifferently back to Houju.
"I believe you were about to leave." It was not a question. Kouyuu inelegantly stepped out onto the porch then, still muttering something to himself under his breath even as he attempted to pull grass out of his hair and smooth down his drenched clothes.
Reishin didn't ask.
"You are late," he reproached instead, earning himself a tired, exasperated glare in response. "Because of your tardiness, I have had my time encroached upon by him," he waved a disdainful arm towards Houju.
"I was just leaving," Houju said calmly as he slipped his mask back into place and rose to his feet. Kouyuu, Reishin noticed with not a small amount of annoyance, was blushing just slightly even though he had averted his gaze immediately from the other man.
That bastard.
"You're dripping sludge on the floor," Reishin commented dryly when Houju was finally gone, and the blush was driven immediately away by embarrassed anger.
"You have to talk to the gardener, he's moved the pond to the left side of the compounds!" Kouyuu angrily stated as he headed back in doors, his voice slowly dimming the further away he got from the back porch. After a brief shake of his head (Reishin had made sure years ago that there was no such thing in the Kou compounds anywhere) he followed after his disgruntled son. Kouyuu still went to his own bedroom to change, even though most nights were spent in Reishin's. His son was shy about the strangest things still, especially considering that Reishin had certainly seen him in various states of undress in the last few months. It was why Kouyuu had changed out of his wet clothes with such quickness that by the time Reishin arrived at his room he had already progressed to attempting to pull out the small twigs that were twisted into his hair, his drenched work robe replaced by an impossibly plainer 'home' version.
His son was never going to remotely be fashionable. Yet, even with bits of twig stuck in his hair and in his dowdy, colourless robe, Kouyuu still possessed a unique beauty that was solely his own. Reishin watched him struggle with the twigs for a moment from the door, only entering when it appeared as though Kouyuu was going to attempt to rip them out with his hairbrush.
"It is ridiculous the situations you get yourself into," Reishin said dourly as he crossed the room, quickly disarming Kouyuu of his hairbrush. "Sit." Kouyuu growled quietly when the command was accompanied by Reishin forcefully pushing Kouyuu down into a chair, but his son knew better by now than to say anything - if only because it would mean showing up to work the next day with the twigs and leaves still woven into his hair. And, really. How had Reishin of all people managed to bring up someone who was so uncouth when it came to simple things as not shredding your hair to pieces? With an agitated sigh he released Kouyuu's hair from the leather strap that held it in a practical ponytail, and begun to gently run his fingers through the the aqua strands, untangling each little twig and leaf as his fingers found them. It would be quicker to use the damnable hair brush, Reishin privately allowed. But it would have also have been quicker to hack the pieces out with a sword. The end effect, at least, would have been similar.
"This is all Shuuei's fault," Kouyuu muttered darkly as the late afternoon sun began to slowly dip beyond the horizon. "If he hadn't spent half the afternoon wasting my time with his ridiculous theories and ideas, I would have been home hours before the pond had been moved." His son said nothing else, either too embarrassed by the situation or too annoyed at his best friend to go on. Reishin thought idly that it may have been a third option - while Kouyuu had attempted to hide it, it had become increasingly obvious to Reishin that his son rather enjoyed having his hair played with. It was something Kouyuu would hotly deny if confronted with, as apparently little pleasures such as that were reserved for a more vain variety of lover. Yet, Reishin had the distinct impression that, if Kouyuu was a cat, he would most likely be purring as Reishin ran his fingers through a clear expanse of hair. It was perhaps why Reishin took perhaps a touch longer than necessary to clear away all the little things that had managed to get caught . When he was finished, he tucked Kouyuu's hair behind each of his ears before running his hands possessively down along Kouyuu's neck, down across his shoulders.
"I will make this offer only once," Reishin said suddenly when his hands finally stilled, cupped around Kouyuu's upper arms. "And then never again. If you wish, you may leave." There was an edge in his words that he didn't bother to blunt. Kouyuu stiffened beneath his touch, and it took him a moment to respond.
"If that is what you want then you should just say so!" Kouyuu heatedly replied as he rose to his feet and spun to face Reishin. Reishin had expected the instant defensiveness, just as he had expected the hurt and fear that was slashed through Kouyuu's angry gaze. His son stalked away towards his bed before spinning back to face Reishin. "But I can't play games, Reishin-sama. Not with this. If-"
Reishin kissed him. Kouyuu did not hesitate, kissing him back with a desperate heat that Reishin was not willing to ever share with anyone else. His hands reaching up and cupping Kouyuu's face, Reishin drew him in possessively closer as the kiss became more controlling, more deliberate.
"You will not have the chance again," he murmured against Kouyuu's lips, before pushing him back onto the bed.
It wasn't gentle, it rarely ever was. Impatient hands shoved Kouyuu's robes up around his waist before flipping him unceremoniously onto his stomach, much to the chagrin of Kouyuu who yelped in protest. It was a protest that died quickly on Kouyuu's lips as Reishin ran his hands possessively up the back of Kouyuu's thighs, up over the curve of his hips before coming to rest there as he rained a trail of rough kisses against the material that dared cover the pale skin of Kouyuu's neck and shoulders. Mine, each kiss selfishly declared. Kouyuu arched into each touch, into every kiss, causing Reishin to abandon any thought of ridding either himself or Kouyuu completely of their robes. Instead, he reached for the oil that sat in the small drawer of Kouyuu's bedside table, barely bothering with the necessary 'niceties' before drawing Kouyuu up onto his knees and then slowly, slowly back onto Reishin's cock.
Gods.
Before they had begun to engage in such activities, Reishin had fantasized about entering Kouyuu roughly, claiming him with an elegance more befitting a savage. Yet, there was something smothering about taking Kouyuu like this, slowly, possessively. All his, all laid out on the sheets for him to take as and when he pleased. Only a fool wouldn't savour such a thing. When Reishin had finally buried himself deep within the other man, it was still several long minutes before Kouyuu let out a shuddering breath and opened his eyes once more. Reishin smirked slightly at the cloudiness there, the haze of pain laced desire doing very little to veil an almost childish adoration that shone through even now. Especially now.
Reishin rarely asked permission for anything, and he certainly didn't ask now - Kouyuu had lost all right to such things the moment he had allowed Reishin to push him down onto his bed. As he withdrew from Kouyuu as languishly as he had entered, Kouyuu let out a frustrated, breathless growl.
The next thrust was nowhere near as gentle as the first had been, nor was the second. Reishin hardly bothered to keep track, not as the world dissolved into a blanket of heat and desperate, quiet commands of 'Reishin-sama!'. His hand found its way around to Kouyuu's cock, and he roughly dragged his fingers down around its length in time with each thrust, drawing himself even deeper into his beautiful, beautiful son.
"Mine," he murmured hoarsely against Kouyuu's neck before roughly kissed him there, and with a cry that seemed ripped from deep in his throat, Kouyuu came. It was a ridiculously short amount of time before Reishin came as well, buried deep within his son, his hands clenching roughly into his hips. Breathing heavily, he stayed there for several long minutes, his forehead resting against Kouyuu's shoulder blades and one hand skimming idly down across the flat of Kouyuu's stomach. When he did then withdraw from his son, it was only so that he could lazily roll Kouyuu onto his back and place a short, harsh kiss against his lips. Kouyuu hadn't quite yet mastered the ability to meet Reishin's gaze after having been taken in such a matter, and a faint blush of burnt embarrassment staining his cheeks as his gaze slid to somewhere just to the right. Reishin smirked slightly before leaning in for a far longer, deliberate kiss that Kouyuu gruffly 'allowed' him, before curling in against Reishin's chest and snaking his arms around his back, muttering something darkly into Reishin's hair that Reishin couldn't quite hear.
He didn't need to.
Houju could think whatever he damn well liked.
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Date: 2007-07-03 04:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-06 03:38 am (UTC)And, I love you very, very much, but I'm insanely embarrassed by this piece and have been tossing up about taking it down or not until I get most of it out/rewrite it.
*sighs mournfully* The proper story wasn't fantastic, but it was certainly better. Sort of the same idea - it's a confrontation between Shuuei and Kouyuu, but it really draws in the idea of blindness and darkness and there's this bit where Reishin deliberately preys on Kouyuu's dislike of the dark by systematically snubbing out the candles in the room one by one while they're fighting over Shuuei ...
Guh. I haven't even had time to do anything about my laptop yet, maybe next week.
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Date: 2007-07-06 02:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-06 01:10 am (UTC)i didn't really foresee that you could actually interpret the prompt this way....
but, i really liked your story, especially the part where reishin gave kouyuu the option to leave him...that was just so.......heartbreaking and beautiful.....oh....!!
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Date: 2007-08-06 01:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-02 06:32 am (UTC)I must say the dynamics of the ReishinxHouyu and ReishinxKouyuu relationships were expertly handled.
I really love the way you write Reishin!!^^
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Date: 2009-02-17 12:53 am (UTC)xDD
I know how it's like... But the difference is, this one is awesome, while all my re-writes suck like hell
oh god, Kouyuu is so damned hawt~