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kinkfestTitle: Knowing.
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cairnsy
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1200 words.
Warnings: Underage sex.
Summary: February 3rd: Saiunkoku Monogatari, OMC/Kouyuu: Rough/violent anonymous sex - Sometimes Kouyuu needs something a little stronger than alcohol to drive the demons away
A/N: Smut. That's about it, really. big thanks to Thierrys for beta reading!
“Fuck me,” Kouyuu whispers, soft demanding whispers that echo in his ears like screams. His hands tangle ungainly in the mystery man’s hair, pretty, vibrant hair that keeps shifting between red and orange and black in the flickering candle light. “Fuck me,” he murmurs again, the words curling the air and soiling his lips, so distasteful that he has to say it once more. “Fuck me.” Plea. Command. Curse. He hardly cares which it is as the man roughly drags his robes up around his waist, calloused, coarse fingers drawing Kouyuu’s hips up against his own.
Kouyuu is thirteen, and he’s the most experienced virgin in the Kou estate. He is a virgin of course, because that is what everyone says and therefore it must be true. There are many things about himself that he only knows through others, and he’s thankful that they are there to let him know what a wretched, unworthy bastardhe really is. Without them, he might just believe that he is simply an average, normal boy who just happened to stumble upon his great expectations. One day, perhaps, he will have something to show them of himself that he has crafted on his own, but until then there is nothing more to him than being that boy.
The guard laughs hoarsely in his ear as he shoves Kouyuu down into the boorish mattress. “There were rumors about you when Reishin-sama first adopted you,” he says, and Kouyuu’s gaze stays firmly on the ceiling as the man knots his fingers in the front of Kouyuu’s undergarments before ripping them away. And, everyone says that he is a virgin, so Kouyuu knows it must then be true. But there is a difference between what people say and what they know, and Kouyuu finds as the man grinds against him he has suddenly lost the ability to say anything, and Kouyuu simply knows.
Knowing doesn’t stop Kouyuu from arching into the man’s touch when the guard roughly fists a hand in Kouyuu’s hair and drags his head to the side so that he can place coarse kisses against his neck. Such touches are the reason why he is here, the reason he is in this seedy room in the guards’ barracks. Kouyuu doesn’t care how they come, soft and feathery, hard and fast. Kouyuu doesn’t need this (he cannot imagine how anyone ever could), but he does need the man’s hot breath and his coarse hands.
It is the first time in weeks that Kouyuu can remember what it is like to be normal.
It was different when he had been living on the streets. No-one there had minded shoving him out of the way or unleashing a string of curses if Kouyuu dared to try and steal away some of their customers. Oh, he may have been dirt, but he had been surrounded by others who were exactly the same, and they were all packed together so tightly that you could barely breathe without someone else complaining about it …
No one complains about Kouyuu here at the Kou compounds. No one looks him in the eye, no one dares even so much as brush against him as they pass in the corridors. If he asks for something then it is done, but always at a distance and always, always without any flicker of recognition or acknowledgement. It is though his wishes are spoken by the air itself, and it is the air they answer to.
It has been almost two weeks since anyone has even spoken to him.
When Yuri-hime is here Kouyuu never feels like this. She makes him feel young and childish, and it is perhaps the greatest gift that anyone has ever given him. She scolds and praises and gets him to run around and do silly things like lock Reishin-sama in his office when he isn’t looking in an attempt to make him do some work, and Kouyuu loves each and every moment of it. Sometimes, sometimes even Reishin-sama will emerge when Yuri-hime arrives home, and for just a moment Kouyuu lets himself believe …
Just for a moment. When Yuri-hime is gone (and she is almost always gone), Reishin-sama never touches or speaks to or sees Kouyuu either. In fact, Kouyuu is almost certain that Reishin-sama ha-
Kouyuu’s breath hitches, and a small, shocked sob escapes somehow through his tightly clenched lips as the man thrusts into him. Kouyuu knows he should be used to the pain by now, used to the way the sense of invasion hurts far more than the pain itself does, and yet each time there is that same shocked sob and those same clenched lips.
“Harder,” he forces out, his mouth pressing roughly against the other man’s ear. “Please,” he adds a moment later, when a slither of childish insecurity creeps in. Anything the man wants, everything the man wants, just as long as he doesn’t stop …
He doesn’t. The man’s large, rough hands slide down over Kouyuu’s hips and clench painfully there before dragging his bottom up into the air as each thrust takes on a more violent precision. There is nothing Kouyuu can do but try and desperately cling to the other man, the muscles in his legs aching as he tries to keep them from slipping down from around the man’s waist with each twisting, deepening thrust. A sheen of sweat coats the guard's body, making it difficult to stay interlocked with him. He gleams in the candlelight, and Kouyuu is briefly hypnotized by the way the man oddly seems to sparkle before the next thrust steals away any thought of anything beyond trying to breathe.
The guard comes deep within Kouyuu then, with an unceremonious groan, before collapsing down on top of him. Slick with sweat and semen, the weight of the man drives Kouyuu down deeper into the mattress until Kouyuu is trapped between coarse fiber and the press of the man’s body. It draws the tiniest of smiles to Kouyuu’s lips. A touch of confusion slips into his gaze when the guard’s eyes drift down to Kouyuu’s half-hard cock and one of those rugged hands reaches down and wraps around it with an agitated grunt. Kouyuu tenses under the touch, his eyes drifting closed as the hand rakes up and down his length with an impatient carelessness that Kouyuu can almost pretend is affection. Just the thought is enough for Kouyuu to come quickly and he does, his own seed spilling over the guard’s rough hand.
“Right, you can piss off now,” the guard grunts, rolling off Kouyuu indifferently. Kouyuu stares at the guard’s bare back for one long moment, before biting down on his bottom lip.
“I … they won’t miss me at the Kou compounds for-” He’s shoved from the bed with such force that he takes the sorry excuse for a sheet with him. Bewildered, it takes him a second too long to scramble to his feet although by the time he is slipping, humiliated, into his clothes, a familiar numbness has returned.
The guard doesn’t even bother to turn around when he leaves.
Author:
cairnsyRating: NC-17
Word count: 1200 words.
Warnings: Underage sex.
Summary: February 3rd: Saiunkoku Monogatari, OMC/Kouyuu: Rough/violent anonymous sex - Sometimes Kouyuu needs something a little stronger than alcohol to drive the demons away
A/N: Smut. That's about it, really. big thanks to Thierrys for beta reading!
“Fuck me,” Kouyuu whispers, soft demanding whispers that echo in his ears like screams. His hands tangle ungainly in the mystery man’s hair, pretty, vibrant hair that keeps shifting between red and orange and black in the flickering candle light. “Fuck me,” he murmurs again, the words curling the air and soiling his lips, so distasteful that he has to say it once more. “Fuck me.” Plea. Command. Curse. He hardly cares which it is as the man roughly drags his robes up around his waist, calloused, coarse fingers drawing Kouyuu’s hips up against his own.
Kouyuu is thirteen, and he’s the most experienced virgin in the Kou estate. He is a virgin of course, because that is what everyone says and therefore it must be true. There are many things about himself that he only knows through others, and he’s thankful that they are there to let him know what a wretched, unworthy bastardhe really is. Without them, he might just believe that he is simply an average, normal boy who just happened to stumble upon his great expectations. One day, perhaps, he will have something to show them of himself that he has crafted on his own, but until then there is nothing more to him than being that boy.
The guard laughs hoarsely in his ear as he shoves Kouyuu down into the boorish mattress. “There were rumors about you when Reishin-sama first adopted you,” he says, and Kouyuu’s gaze stays firmly on the ceiling as the man knots his fingers in the front of Kouyuu’s undergarments before ripping them away. And, everyone says that he is a virgin, so Kouyuu knows it must then be true. But there is a difference between what people say and what they know, and Kouyuu finds as the man grinds against him he has suddenly lost the ability to say anything, and Kouyuu simply knows.
Knowing doesn’t stop Kouyuu from arching into the man’s touch when the guard roughly fists a hand in Kouyuu’s hair and drags his head to the side so that he can place coarse kisses against his neck. Such touches are the reason why he is here, the reason he is in this seedy room in the guards’ barracks. Kouyuu doesn’t care how they come, soft and feathery, hard and fast. Kouyuu doesn’t need this (he cannot imagine how anyone ever could), but he does need the man’s hot breath and his coarse hands.
It is the first time in weeks that Kouyuu can remember what it is like to be normal.
It was different when he had been living on the streets. No-one there had minded shoving him out of the way or unleashing a string of curses if Kouyuu dared to try and steal away some of their customers. Oh, he may have been dirt, but he had been surrounded by others who were exactly the same, and they were all packed together so tightly that you could barely breathe without someone else complaining about it …
No one complains about Kouyuu here at the Kou compounds. No one looks him in the eye, no one dares even so much as brush against him as they pass in the corridors. If he asks for something then it is done, but always at a distance and always, always without any flicker of recognition or acknowledgement. It is though his wishes are spoken by the air itself, and it is the air they answer to.
It has been almost two weeks since anyone has even spoken to him.
When Yuri-hime is here Kouyuu never feels like this. She makes him feel young and childish, and it is perhaps the greatest gift that anyone has ever given him. She scolds and praises and gets him to run around and do silly things like lock Reishin-sama in his office when he isn’t looking in an attempt to make him do some work, and Kouyuu loves each and every moment of it. Sometimes, sometimes even Reishin-sama will emerge when Yuri-hime arrives home, and for just a moment Kouyuu lets himself believe …
Just for a moment. When Yuri-hime is gone (and she is almost always gone), Reishin-sama never touches or speaks to or sees Kouyuu either. In fact, Kouyuu is almost certain that Reishin-sama ha-
Kouyuu’s breath hitches, and a small, shocked sob escapes somehow through his tightly clenched lips as the man thrusts into him. Kouyuu knows he should be used to the pain by now, used to the way the sense of invasion hurts far more than the pain itself does, and yet each time there is that same shocked sob and those same clenched lips.
“Harder,” he forces out, his mouth pressing roughly against the other man’s ear. “Please,” he adds a moment later, when a slither of childish insecurity creeps in. Anything the man wants, everything the man wants, just as long as he doesn’t stop …
He doesn’t. The man’s large, rough hands slide down over Kouyuu’s hips and clench painfully there before dragging his bottom up into the air as each thrust takes on a more violent precision. There is nothing Kouyuu can do but try and desperately cling to the other man, the muscles in his legs aching as he tries to keep them from slipping down from around the man’s waist with each twisting, deepening thrust. A sheen of sweat coats the guard's body, making it difficult to stay interlocked with him. He gleams in the candlelight, and Kouyuu is briefly hypnotized by the way the man oddly seems to sparkle before the next thrust steals away any thought of anything beyond trying to breathe.
The guard comes deep within Kouyuu then, with an unceremonious groan, before collapsing down on top of him. Slick with sweat and semen, the weight of the man drives Kouyuu down deeper into the mattress until Kouyuu is trapped between coarse fiber and the press of the man’s body. It draws the tiniest of smiles to Kouyuu’s lips. A touch of confusion slips into his gaze when the guard’s eyes drift down to Kouyuu’s half-hard cock and one of those rugged hands reaches down and wraps around it with an agitated grunt. Kouyuu tenses under the touch, his eyes drifting closed as the hand rakes up and down his length with an impatient carelessness that Kouyuu can almost pretend is affection. Just the thought is enough for Kouyuu to come quickly and he does, his own seed spilling over the guard’s rough hand.
“Right, you can piss off now,” the guard grunts, rolling off Kouyuu indifferently. Kouyuu stares at the guard’s bare back for one long moment, before biting down on his bottom lip.
“I … they won’t miss me at the Kou compounds for-” He’s shoved from the bed with such force that he takes the sorry excuse for a sheet with him. Bewildered, it takes him a second too long to scramble to his feet although by the time he is slipping, humiliated, into his clothes, a familiar numbness has returned.
The guard doesn’t even bother to turn around when he leaves.
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