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kinkfestTitle: Fruity.
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cairnsy
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None.
Word count: 1311 words.
Summary: February 5th: Saiunkoku Monogatari, Shuurei/Kijin: Reishin, previously unaware of their relationship/affair - walks in on them.
Reishin is terribly, terribly bored, and so he seeks out Kijin. Kouyuu is off visiting Yuri-hime and Shouka has disappeared for the day, and while there are others he could possibly track down for some light conversation or entertainment (Yuushun has already retired for the evening, Shuurei is sadly nowhere to be found), Kijin’s quarters are conveniently on the way home. Oh, the other man’s sense of decorum is outrageously biased in favor of Kijin himself, and his deadpan attempts at wit lack any of the depth or intelligence that Reishin sees in his own, strikingly clever taunts. He is really Yuushun’s friend, Reishin thinks to himself as he impatiently rattles his knuckles against Kijin’s front door. No, Yuushun is Reishin’s friend as well so obviously Yuushun has better taste than that. Kijin must then be Yuushun’s charity case, Reishin decides decisively, as while his frail friend has always had impeccable taste in choosing those he aligns with, Yuushun has also always had a habit of taking in mutts. Ugly mutts with bad personalities. Ugly mutts with bad personalities who don’t bother opening their doors even when someone kicks at it hard..
“He can’t be out,” Reishin mutters in disbelief to himself. “Even the whores find his masks terrifying.” The thought brings a smirk to Reishin’s lips. It took him months to perfect the off-putting, frightening façade that each mask consisted of. As he starts to head back down the path (he’s certainly not going to seek out that perverted emperor at this time of the night!) a lantern flickers to life in one of the far windows. Ha! So the bastard had been ignoring him! Reishin’s gaze narrows thoughtfully as he eyes up the situation, before slipping into the gardens with a determined nod. If that is the way that Kijin wishes to play it, then Reishin is certainly not above abiding by a different set of rules himself.
Reishin batters his way through the bushes that are scattered ridiculously throughout Kijin’s sorry excuse for a garden (Reishin’s garden is not only bigger but his has a lake as well!)(at least it did have a lake until Reishin had to have it drained after Kouyuu had one too many encounters with it). The window is frustratingly high enough that he can only just see above the window sill if he stretches right up onto the tips of his toes. Kijin is seated before a small, low table, a bowl of fruit and what most definitely smells like simmering chocolate in front of him. It’s the sort of thing that Reishin thinks his friend should never do alone (especially as Reishin is now suddenly craving chocolate dipped fruit), however just as Reishin is about to save him from the embarrassment of eating by himself, Kijin speaks.
“Food is often neglected when one is being romanced,” Kijin says calmly, and Reishin ducks in horror as Kijin reaches for one of the pieces of fruit. Hiding beneath the window frame, Reishin briefly wonders if Kijin has finally gone insane and is in fact romancing one of his masks, however there had been some sort of movement just out of Reishin’s eye line …
Reishin’s eyes widen in shock. What had been within Reishin’s sight was Kijin’s face, all pale and perfect in the moonlight and conspicuously maskless. Kijin is obviously attempting to force someone into bed with him! Reishin’s gaze narrows dangerously at the thought that Kijin may have finally persuaded Yuri to visit him without his powers being first corrupted by one of Reishin’s masks, and his fear only grows at the thought that it might be Kouyuu Kijin had decided to sink his fiendish claws into. If Kijin thinks he is going to have his way with Reishin’s son-
“Thank you, Kou-sama.” The sweet, obedient voice that responds to Kijin’s droll commentary does not belong to his son but instead to an angel, an angel who should be safely tucked away in her own bed (or perhaps Reishin’s for safekeeping). All thoughts of Kouyuu forgotten – his son is old enough to look after himself now, any romantic trysts he gets into are solely his own responsibility to get out of – Reishin grabs a hold of the window pane and struggles to drag himself up until he is half hanging, half leaning across it. Shuurei is dazzling in the lamp light, Reishin thinks dizzily as he drinks in her beauty. All elegance and innocence, her soft smile makes Reishin almost lose his precarious grip on the windowsill and plummet back to the ground. His fists clench defensively (and with more than just a touch of jealous anger) when his gaze drifts over to the person her perfect smile is directed at.
Bastard.
His young niece concentrates hard as Kijin continues his 'lesson', nodding in that wonderfully serious way she has each time Kijin comments on ridiculous things such as the right dipping technique before slowly pressing the pieces of chocolate covered fruit into Shuurei’s pert, pretty mouth. Surely this is some sort of crime! Reishin thinks desperately as Shuurei’s eyes drift closed in bliss and a small smirk curls at Kijin’s lips. How dare that bastard take advantage of his niece, just because she seems to rather enjoy the attention (it’s a trickery of the light!) it doesn’t mean she is! That manipulative bastard, how dare he even think of someone so pure in sexual terms-
“Shall we try a piece of banana, next?” Shuurei asks.
Thud.
Falling back to the hard ground hurts far more than Reishin normally would have thought it would, although the pain has to battle its way through a misty haze of shock and lust first. He realizes that he is sprawled on his back only when pain breaks through there earliest, spreading down into his legs and erupting across his shoulder blades. A soft moan escapes from his lips as he attempts to move, and it’s a moan that is horrifyingly echoed from within the house only seconds later.
He cannot move, just the mere thought brings new waves of pain.
Another moan escapes through the open window.
He is going to kill Kijin in the morning.
***
“I hope you’re not expecting any sympathy.” When morning comes it is the angry words of his son that greet him instead of the feather soft whispers that had been polluting his dreams. True to his word, Kouyuu’s gaze and stance hold no hint of sympathy, only impatience and a barely concealed horror. “I cannot believe you tried to spy on Kou-sama.”
“It is his own fault for locking me out,” Reishin says childishly, coldly. “If he does not allow his guests to enter through traditional means, of course they’re going to have to look for alternatives.” If Kouyuu is expecting Reishin to feel any remorse after having to listen to what that bastard spent all evening doing to his precious Shuurei, then Kouyuu is going to be sorely disappointed. He glares up at his son. “Well, aren’t you going to help me up?” For a moment it appears as though Kouyuu is going to refuse before his predictably better nature intervenes. With a reluctant grunt, his son helps pull him to his feet. The pain is still there and Reishin has to momentarily lean against Kouyuu for support (although Reishin also perhaps does it to make his son feel guilty for his insensitive behavior), however as he stiffly walks a few steps most of the residue pain fades.
As it does, clarity returns.
“How did you know where I was?” Reishin asks suspiciously, his angry gaze failing for once to faze Kouyuu.
“Kou-sama told me. He said you needed collecting.” If anything, Kouyuu sounds even more disgruntled. “He could have at least told me that he’d moved since I’d visited last.”
Oh, Kijin is going to pay.
Author:
cairnsyRating: PG.
Warnings: None.
Word count: 1311 words.
Summary: February 5th: Saiunkoku Monogatari, Shuurei/Kijin: Reishin, previously unaware of their relationship/affair - walks in on them.
Reishin is terribly, terribly bored, and so he seeks out Kijin. Kouyuu is off visiting Yuri-hime and Shouka has disappeared for the day, and while there are others he could possibly track down for some light conversation or entertainment (Yuushun has already retired for the evening, Shuurei is sadly nowhere to be found), Kijin’s quarters are conveniently on the way home. Oh, the other man’s sense of decorum is outrageously biased in favor of Kijin himself, and his deadpan attempts at wit lack any of the depth or intelligence that Reishin sees in his own, strikingly clever taunts. He is really Yuushun’s friend, Reishin thinks to himself as he impatiently rattles his knuckles against Kijin’s front door. No, Yuushun is Reishin’s friend as well so obviously Yuushun has better taste than that. Kijin must then be Yuushun’s charity case, Reishin decides decisively, as while his frail friend has always had impeccable taste in choosing those he aligns with, Yuushun has also always had a habit of taking in mutts. Ugly mutts with bad personalities. Ugly mutts with bad personalities who don’t bother opening their doors even when someone kicks at it hard..
“He can’t be out,” Reishin mutters in disbelief to himself. “Even the whores find his masks terrifying.” The thought brings a smirk to Reishin’s lips. It took him months to perfect the off-putting, frightening façade that each mask consisted of. As he starts to head back down the path (he’s certainly not going to seek out that perverted emperor at this time of the night!) a lantern flickers to life in one of the far windows. Ha! So the bastard had been ignoring him! Reishin’s gaze narrows thoughtfully as he eyes up the situation, before slipping into the gardens with a determined nod. If that is the way that Kijin wishes to play it, then Reishin is certainly not above abiding by a different set of rules himself.
Reishin batters his way through the bushes that are scattered ridiculously throughout Kijin’s sorry excuse for a garden (Reishin’s garden is not only bigger but his has a lake as well!)(at least it did have a lake until Reishin had to have it drained after Kouyuu had one too many encounters with it). The window is frustratingly high enough that he can only just see above the window sill if he stretches right up onto the tips of his toes. Kijin is seated before a small, low table, a bowl of fruit and what most definitely smells like simmering chocolate in front of him. It’s the sort of thing that Reishin thinks his friend should never do alone (especially as Reishin is now suddenly craving chocolate dipped fruit), however just as Reishin is about to save him from the embarrassment of eating by himself, Kijin speaks.
“Food is often neglected when one is being romanced,” Kijin says calmly, and Reishin ducks in horror as Kijin reaches for one of the pieces of fruit. Hiding beneath the window frame, Reishin briefly wonders if Kijin has finally gone insane and is in fact romancing one of his masks, however there had been some sort of movement just out of Reishin’s eye line …
Reishin’s eyes widen in shock. What had been within Reishin’s sight was Kijin’s face, all pale and perfect in the moonlight and conspicuously maskless. Kijin is obviously attempting to force someone into bed with him! Reishin’s gaze narrows dangerously at the thought that Kijin may have finally persuaded Yuri to visit him without his powers being first corrupted by one of Reishin’s masks, and his fear only grows at the thought that it might be Kouyuu Kijin had decided to sink his fiendish claws into. If Kijin thinks he is going to have his way with Reishin’s son-
“Thank you, Kou-sama.” The sweet, obedient voice that responds to Kijin’s droll commentary does not belong to his son but instead to an angel, an angel who should be safely tucked away in her own bed (or perhaps Reishin’s for safekeeping). All thoughts of Kouyuu forgotten – his son is old enough to look after himself now, any romantic trysts he gets into are solely his own responsibility to get out of – Reishin grabs a hold of the window pane and struggles to drag himself up until he is half hanging, half leaning across it. Shuurei is dazzling in the lamp light, Reishin thinks dizzily as he drinks in her beauty. All elegance and innocence, her soft smile makes Reishin almost lose his precarious grip on the windowsill and plummet back to the ground. His fists clench defensively (and with more than just a touch of jealous anger) when his gaze drifts over to the person her perfect smile is directed at.
Bastard.
His young niece concentrates hard as Kijin continues his 'lesson', nodding in that wonderfully serious way she has each time Kijin comments on ridiculous things such as the right dipping technique before slowly pressing the pieces of chocolate covered fruit into Shuurei’s pert, pretty mouth. Surely this is some sort of crime! Reishin thinks desperately as Shuurei’s eyes drift closed in bliss and a small smirk curls at Kijin’s lips. How dare that bastard take advantage of his niece, just because she seems to rather enjoy the attention (it’s a trickery of the light!) it doesn’t mean she is! That manipulative bastard, how dare he even think of someone so pure in sexual terms-
“Shall we try a piece of banana, next?” Shuurei asks.
Thud.
Falling back to the hard ground hurts far more than Reishin normally would have thought it would, although the pain has to battle its way through a misty haze of shock and lust first. He realizes that he is sprawled on his back only when pain breaks through there earliest, spreading down into his legs and erupting across his shoulder blades. A soft moan escapes from his lips as he attempts to move, and it’s a moan that is horrifyingly echoed from within the house only seconds later.
He cannot move, just the mere thought brings new waves of pain.
Another moan escapes through the open window.
He is going to kill Kijin in the morning.
“I hope you’re not expecting any sympathy.” When morning comes it is the angry words of his son that greet him instead of the feather soft whispers that had been polluting his dreams. True to his word, Kouyuu’s gaze and stance hold no hint of sympathy, only impatience and a barely concealed horror. “I cannot believe you tried to spy on Kou-sama.”
“It is his own fault for locking me out,” Reishin says childishly, coldly. “If he does not allow his guests to enter through traditional means, of course they’re going to have to look for alternatives.” If Kouyuu is expecting Reishin to feel any remorse after having to listen to what that bastard spent all evening doing to his precious Shuurei, then Kouyuu is going to be sorely disappointed. He glares up at his son. “Well, aren’t you going to help me up?” For a moment it appears as though Kouyuu is going to refuse before his predictably better nature intervenes. With a reluctant grunt, his son helps pull him to his feet. The pain is still there and Reishin has to momentarily lean against Kouyuu for support (although Reishin also perhaps does it to make his son feel guilty for his insensitive behavior), however as he stiffly walks a few steps most of the residue pain fades.
As it does, clarity returns.
“How did you know where I was?” Reishin asks suspiciously, his angry gaze failing for once to faze Kouyuu.
“Kou-sama told me. He said you needed collecting.” If anything, Kouyuu sounds even more disgruntled. “He could have at least told me that he’d moved since I’d visited last.”
Oh, Kijin is going to pay.
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