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kinkfestTitle: Siphon
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wk_recomend aka: D
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Schuldig being an ass. Seriously. ~_^
Word count: 1564
Summary: Schuldig has a little too much fun when he comes across the Sanzo party.
Prompt: Saiyuki/Weiss Kreuz, Schuldig: Masturbation - Schuldig really, really enjoys the sanzo-ikkou's angst and self-hatred. And possibly encourages it a little...
Also, beta'd by the awesomecmda_alexanda
Siphon
by D
"Hakkai, oh shit. Hakkai." The half-breed moaned as Schuldig slid inside, steady, slow and unrelenting. The half-breed shifted, a sensual movement that seated Schuldig deeper inside. Gojyo breathed Hakkai's name – the demon who was sulking and simmering in his anger downstairs – as Schuldig began to thrust, a steady, relentless rhythm that forced Gojyo's legs further apart. Gojyo clutched at him with one hand and held up his leg with his other hand under his knee.
It was really quite simple to get Gojyo in this position. Schuldig loved his telepathy for the little tricks he could play on people, like making them think they were interacting with someone else, or someone who wasn't there at all.
He'd done that with Hakkai and Gojyo downstairs in the bar when Gojyo had gotten up to get another beer. According to Hakkai, Gojyo'd returned and played cards for a while longer. According to Gojyo, Hakkai had joined him at the bar where they had proceeded to flirt before moving upstairs. In actuality, Gojyo had remained at the bar to flirt with Schuldig while Hakkai conversed with someone who was not there until Schuldig lead Gojyo upstairs, which Schuldig allowed Hakkai the opportunity to see.
Of course, as Schuldig knew from time spent in Hakkai's mind, Hakkai would not sit quietly by while his lover went off to fuck another man. Which was another reason his telepathy came in handy – neutering other's intentions. Hakkai never got off of that bar stool, and he was still there now, angry and brooding, betrayal hanging thickly in his mind.
While Schuldig fucked Gojyo, half of his attention was in Hakkai's darkly brooding mind. Schuldig found a particular glee in knowing that their budding intimate relationship was probably over for good. And as good as Hakkai's mind felt, there was a sense of resignation there. The typical "I've sinned therefore I do not deserve happiness" bullshit that made Schuldig want to puke. It wasn't that Schuldig didn't vastly enjoy making that true, he just didn't like his fun to be dampened by that attitude.
But Gojyo didn't have that reservation; he constantly strived, stretching to reach for the happiness he craved. He was constantly seeking out happiness even though it always alluded him, and Schuldig was giddy in anticipation of the emotions that would soon be saturating Gojyo's mind when Gojyo realized that he had taken his happiness away.
He scraped his teeth across Gojyo's neck, biting and sucking hard to leaving dark marks as he fucked Gojyo hard. He wanted Gojyo to have reminders several days from now. After all, Schuldig was here for a couple days, having convinced Crawford to stay. He wanted his time's worth. He wouldn't be able to follow the monk's group west, but he could make the most of these few days.
He was tired of Gojyo moaning Hakkai's name and it was time for the farce to end. A little nudge in Gojyo's mind had Gojyo realizing with a start that he wasn't being fucked by Hakkai. Schuldig grinned widely at Gojyo's confusion and fear while his mind raced to figure out what happened. Gojyo tensed, pushing at Schuldig's shoulders, and Schuldig moaned at the way his body tightened around him.
Schuldig palmed Gojyo's cock, wrapping his fingers around Gojyo's hardness and stroked hard and fast, mimicking his thrusts. Gojyo moaned; arching up to meet Schuldig, mind silenced of his protests as his body's pleasure overwhelmed his sense.
It was a spectacular finish, though not as spectacular as the shame and self-hatred that consumed Gojyo's mind as Schuldig tossed the condom in the toilet and cleaned up. He kept himself in Gojyo's desperate and depressed mind as he sauntered downstairs and past the sullen and violently angry Hakkai. Keeping a tight reign on Hakkai's impulses, he whispered in Hakkai's mind just how good of a lay Gojyo was, making sure a few images trickled down the temporary link to the demon's mind. Hakkai jerked, half coming off of his stool, the anguished and anger fighting Schuldig's hold. However, Schuldig was long gone before Hakkai could act, and by then, Gojyo was finally downstairs, hiding behind his hair as Hakkai turned his back on Gojyo and walked out.
Schuldig's cock twitched at the intensity of Gojyo's emptiness and anguish, at the half-breed's comparison to his brother walking out and all of the turmoil and grief that thought brought on. It was glorious as Gojyo made it more difficult for himself by hoping. Schuldig's mouth stretched into a wide grin, since he also had front row seats to Hakkai's betrayed and stubborn mind. If they could ever patch this up, it would be after Hakkai had managed to grind Gojyo into little pieces of guilty pain and beat himself up in the process. It was glorious, and Schuldig only wished that he could be around for that.
But given that his cock was already starting to show some interest, perhaps he wouldn't have to wait until tomorrow in order to enjoy the rest of the group. After all, the monk was the finest catch he had come across in a long time. The angst of his mind was of the finest caliber, and Schuldig wanted to waste no time in getting to play with that morsel.
At first, the town had seemed desolate and stiflingly boring. Schuldig had been needling at Crawford for the better part of the day begging to leave it behind. But then they had rolled into town and suddenly Schuldig was changing his tune, needling instead to get to stay. Just one of the group would be enough to get him off and send him into satiation. He couldn't pass up the chance to play with four of them.
He finally got his way as Crawford gave in – probably to make him shut up, Schuldig didn't mind either way – that afternoon as the storm rolling in darkened the late afternoon into an early twilight. Schuldig was in a state of absolute bliss, and he hadn't even started digging in their minds yet, having only given himself a quick sampling that had sent him into near orgasm.
When he was free to enjoy the delicacies, he had immediately started for the half-breed and his demon lover. Their friendship had only recently blossomed into lovers and Schuldig wanted their angst and self-pity, not their fluffy, lovey newlywed crap. He had planned on just fucking with the two of them that night and saving the kid and the monk – the greatest treat there was – for the next day. But since he wasn't completely sated on the half-breed, he couldn't resist a taste.
It was still raining, heavy, bloated, black rain clouds hanging low in the night. But they weren't as heavy or bloated or as black as the metaphorical clouds settled over the monk. It was utterly delicious, all of that anguish and despair; the emptiness and self-hatred. But none got to him as much as the guilt. Guilt over not being able to shield his father figure, guilt over not being strong enough to fight that demon, guilt over watching his father figure be murdered, able to do nothing.
It didn't get much better than this. Schuldig didn't find this flavor of bittersweet honey everyday. The last time he had tasted anything even close was Weiss, and they didn't have anything on the monk.
Schuldig savored the delectable treat before him, spread open for his tasting pleasure, defenseless and unknowing. He didn't even have to do much to inspire such turmoil; the rain did it for him. Schuldig could not believe his luck and vowed to thank Crawford properly for giving in and staying. Of course, even though Schuldig need not do anything, he couldn't resist a nudge here and a tweak there, saturating Sanzo's mind with his anguish and intensifying his self-hatred. It was beautiful and arousing, and Schuldig couldn't help sliding a hand down his stomach, digging his fingers under the waist of his slacks.
Sanzo was a classical sculpture in his anguish and unbelievably sexy in his guilt. The violence only heightened Schuldig's arousal as Sanzo hit the kid over the head, shouting at him to get out. Schuldig moaned in the room next door, popping the button to his pants and shoving his hand down to wrap around himself. He was already so hard from his time in Sanzo's mind, and so soon after spending himself in Gojyo's body. He let himself sink further into Sanzo's mind, saturating himself with the angst, the anguish, the depression, the hatred and the guilt. He stroked along with the pulsating cycle Sanzo's emotions took as the monk relived all of his worst moments in life.
When Schuldig came to, he was sticky and satisfied. Judging by the quality of light, he had been in Sanzo's mind a while. The rain had let up, but Schuldig, unwilling to let his newest entertainment go so quickly, altered Sanzo's perception of the world. It would be a long rainstorm, but only in Sanzo's mind. All of that lovely emotion would be there for quite a while. Long enough for him to finish his fun with the others and come back to play with Sanzo one more time.
Schuldig stood up to get cleaned up again, and to figure out which one he wanted to play with next.
Author/Artist:
wk_recomend aka: DRating: NC-17
Warnings: Schuldig being an ass. Seriously. ~_^
Word count: 1564
Summary: Schuldig has a little too much fun when he comes across the Sanzo party.
Prompt: Saiyuki/Weiss Kreuz, Schuldig: Masturbation - Schuldig really, really enjoys the sanzo-ikkou's angst and self-hatred. And possibly encourages it a little...
Also, beta'd by the awesome
cmda_alexandaSiphon
by D
"Hakkai, oh shit. Hakkai." The half-breed moaned as Schuldig slid inside, steady, slow and unrelenting. The half-breed shifted, a sensual movement that seated Schuldig deeper inside. Gojyo breathed Hakkai's name – the demon who was sulking and simmering in his anger downstairs – as Schuldig began to thrust, a steady, relentless rhythm that forced Gojyo's legs further apart. Gojyo clutched at him with one hand and held up his leg with his other hand under his knee.
It was really quite simple to get Gojyo in this position. Schuldig loved his telepathy for the little tricks he could play on people, like making them think they were interacting with someone else, or someone who wasn't there at all.
He'd done that with Hakkai and Gojyo downstairs in the bar when Gojyo had gotten up to get another beer. According to Hakkai, Gojyo'd returned and played cards for a while longer. According to Gojyo, Hakkai had joined him at the bar where they had proceeded to flirt before moving upstairs. In actuality, Gojyo had remained at the bar to flirt with Schuldig while Hakkai conversed with someone who was not there until Schuldig lead Gojyo upstairs, which Schuldig allowed Hakkai the opportunity to see.
Of course, as Schuldig knew from time spent in Hakkai's mind, Hakkai would not sit quietly by while his lover went off to fuck another man. Which was another reason his telepathy came in handy – neutering other's intentions. Hakkai never got off of that bar stool, and he was still there now, angry and brooding, betrayal hanging thickly in his mind.
While Schuldig fucked Gojyo, half of his attention was in Hakkai's darkly brooding mind. Schuldig found a particular glee in knowing that their budding intimate relationship was probably over for good. And as good as Hakkai's mind felt, there was a sense of resignation there. The typical "I've sinned therefore I do not deserve happiness" bullshit that made Schuldig want to puke. It wasn't that Schuldig didn't vastly enjoy making that true, he just didn't like his fun to be dampened by that attitude.
But Gojyo didn't have that reservation; he constantly strived, stretching to reach for the happiness he craved. He was constantly seeking out happiness even though it always alluded him, and Schuldig was giddy in anticipation of the emotions that would soon be saturating Gojyo's mind when Gojyo realized that he had taken his happiness away.
He scraped his teeth across Gojyo's neck, biting and sucking hard to leaving dark marks as he fucked Gojyo hard. He wanted Gojyo to have reminders several days from now. After all, Schuldig was here for a couple days, having convinced Crawford to stay. He wanted his time's worth. He wouldn't be able to follow the monk's group west, but he could make the most of these few days.
He was tired of Gojyo moaning Hakkai's name and it was time for the farce to end. A little nudge in Gojyo's mind had Gojyo realizing with a start that he wasn't being fucked by Hakkai. Schuldig grinned widely at Gojyo's confusion and fear while his mind raced to figure out what happened. Gojyo tensed, pushing at Schuldig's shoulders, and Schuldig moaned at the way his body tightened around him.
Schuldig palmed Gojyo's cock, wrapping his fingers around Gojyo's hardness and stroked hard and fast, mimicking his thrusts. Gojyo moaned; arching up to meet Schuldig, mind silenced of his protests as his body's pleasure overwhelmed his sense.
It was a spectacular finish, though not as spectacular as the shame and self-hatred that consumed Gojyo's mind as Schuldig tossed the condom in the toilet and cleaned up. He kept himself in Gojyo's desperate and depressed mind as he sauntered downstairs and past the sullen and violently angry Hakkai. Keeping a tight reign on Hakkai's impulses, he whispered in Hakkai's mind just how good of a lay Gojyo was, making sure a few images trickled down the temporary link to the demon's mind. Hakkai jerked, half coming off of his stool, the anguished and anger fighting Schuldig's hold. However, Schuldig was long gone before Hakkai could act, and by then, Gojyo was finally downstairs, hiding behind his hair as Hakkai turned his back on Gojyo and walked out.
Schuldig's cock twitched at the intensity of Gojyo's emptiness and anguish, at the half-breed's comparison to his brother walking out and all of the turmoil and grief that thought brought on. It was glorious as Gojyo made it more difficult for himself by hoping. Schuldig's mouth stretched into a wide grin, since he also had front row seats to Hakkai's betrayed and stubborn mind. If they could ever patch this up, it would be after Hakkai had managed to grind Gojyo into little pieces of guilty pain and beat himself up in the process. It was glorious, and Schuldig only wished that he could be around for that.
But given that his cock was already starting to show some interest, perhaps he wouldn't have to wait until tomorrow in order to enjoy the rest of the group. After all, the monk was the finest catch he had come across in a long time. The angst of his mind was of the finest caliber, and Schuldig wanted to waste no time in getting to play with that morsel.
At first, the town had seemed desolate and stiflingly boring. Schuldig had been needling at Crawford for the better part of the day begging to leave it behind. But then they had rolled into town and suddenly Schuldig was changing his tune, needling instead to get to stay. Just one of the group would be enough to get him off and send him into satiation. He couldn't pass up the chance to play with four of them.
He finally got his way as Crawford gave in – probably to make him shut up, Schuldig didn't mind either way – that afternoon as the storm rolling in darkened the late afternoon into an early twilight. Schuldig was in a state of absolute bliss, and he hadn't even started digging in their minds yet, having only given himself a quick sampling that had sent him into near orgasm.
When he was free to enjoy the delicacies, he had immediately started for the half-breed and his demon lover. Their friendship had only recently blossomed into lovers and Schuldig wanted their angst and self-pity, not their fluffy, lovey newlywed crap. He had planned on just fucking with the two of them that night and saving the kid and the monk – the greatest treat there was – for the next day. But since he wasn't completely sated on the half-breed, he couldn't resist a taste.
It was still raining, heavy, bloated, black rain clouds hanging low in the night. But they weren't as heavy or bloated or as black as the metaphorical clouds settled over the monk. It was utterly delicious, all of that anguish and despair; the emptiness and self-hatred. But none got to him as much as the guilt. Guilt over not being able to shield his father figure, guilt over not being strong enough to fight that demon, guilt over watching his father figure be murdered, able to do nothing.
It didn't get much better than this. Schuldig didn't find this flavor of bittersweet honey everyday. The last time he had tasted anything even close was Weiss, and they didn't have anything on the monk.
Schuldig savored the delectable treat before him, spread open for his tasting pleasure, defenseless and unknowing. He didn't even have to do much to inspire such turmoil; the rain did it for him. Schuldig could not believe his luck and vowed to thank Crawford properly for giving in and staying. Of course, even though Schuldig need not do anything, he couldn't resist a nudge here and a tweak there, saturating Sanzo's mind with his anguish and intensifying his self-hatred. It was beautiful and arousing, and Schuldig couldn't help sliding a hand down his stomach, digging his fingers under the waist of his slacks.
Sanzo was a classical sculpture in his anguish and unbelievably sexy in his guilt. The violence only heightened Schuldig's arousal as Sanzo hit the kid over the head, shouting at him to get out. Schuldig moaned in the room next door, popping the button to his pants and shoving his hand down to wrap around himself. He was already so hard from his time in Sanzo's mind, and so soon after spending himself in Gojyo's body. He let himself sink further into Sanzo's mind, saturating himself with the angst, the anguish, the depression, the hatred and the guilt. He stroked along with the pulsating cycle Sanzo's emotions took as the monk relived all of his worst moments in life.
When Schuldig came to, he was sticky and satisfied. Judging by the quality of light, he had been in Sanzo's mind a while. The rain had let up, but Schuldig, unwilling to let his newest entertainment go so quickly, altered Sanzo's perception of the world. It would be a long rainstorm, but only in Sanzo's mind. All of that lovely emotion would be there for quite a while. Long enough for him to finish his fun with the others and come back to play with Sanzo one more time.
Schuldig stood up to get cleaned up again, and to figure out which one he wanted to play with next.
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