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aniai
Rating: NC17
Warnings: probably more for blood and violenceand my obsession with Nue than sex.
Word count: 959
Prompt: Various/Naoki: Charm. - He should feel ashamed and violated when he remembers the times he had very enthusiastically slept with the enemy mid-battle.
Note: I really have to thank Emmy for kicking my arse and making pudding so that I didn't give up after scrapping the original and restarting the whole thing this morning. I apologise in advance for grammar and spelling errors but it's well past midnight now and my brain isn't really working anymore.
As the effect of charm magic began to wear off, Hitoshura noticed the smell of blood and gore around him. He blinked and just as quickly spat out something sour and bony. It landed between his spread legs, among the other scattered pieces of what he now recognised as a smaller demon. He spat again and scrubbed his tongue against a clean spot on his arm, tasting the more familiar and certainly more pleasant taste of his own sweat. As he moved and felt his body consciously he also noticed that he was sitting there with something stuck in his arse. To extract it he had to finger around his still sensitive hole, resisting the urge to touch his cock and just get off while he was still squatting in gore. The spotted sheath cracked in his hand like a crab’s leg, pulverised pink flesh squishing between his fingers. It had felt good inside him but now that he was sobering up, his pride wasn’t about to let him admit that. He should’ve felt ashamed and violated when he remembered the times he had very enthusiastically slept with the enemy mid-battle. Arguably it was more embarrassing when he jumped a team-mate, since he couldn’t just kill them afterwards. Although they followed him and called him leader, they weren’t above using his body when they could. At least Futomimi wasn’t there this time to see him take it from a goddamn Incubus.
Out of the corners of his eyes Shura saw his team-mates approach. They tended to keep their distance while he was charmed to avoid being targeted if the enemy decided to make him turn on the party. Nue had been prowling close by, though he didn’t notice it growling while he was charmed. Now it crouched next to him, flattening itself to the ground and licking his fingers. Ever since he had taken pity on it and let it join the party, it followed him around and behaved like a pet dog. If it had a proper tail it would probably be wagging constantly. The snake seemed to have a mind of its own however and usually tried to bite anyone within range.
“Will you wash, my lord?” Okuninushi was by Shura’s side again as well, offering his hand. Once Shura was on his feet he realised his shorts were dragging around one ankle and Nue’s excited pouncing was just compounding the problem. While he tried to pull them up, it nuzzled into his crotch and got in a few licks before he could push it away again. Shura could hear Amaterasu and Laksmi chuckling in the background and his natural instinct was to punch something, but Okuninushi was already half-carrying him towards the fountain’s steps. The attendants guarding the Maiden of the Spring nodded for them to pass through to the thermal pools used for washing before entering the healing waters.
Most of the demons Shura had known for mere months, but in the Vortex world that was longer than many demons lived, and Okuninushi had been travelling with him for what felt like forever by now. In that time he learned that within the party, where change was constant, there was also a constant testing and reshuffling of the hierarchy and undercurrents of clan disputes and alliances. He didn’t understand the half of it, but he knew that apart from the demons who had been travelling with him for a long time, there was very little amiability between party members. At times when he was charmed and they touched him from all sides, he felt like the neutral spot they could gather around.
Okuninushi nuzzled him and licked at the dried blood on Shura’s skin, oddly reminding him of Nue when he crouched to paw and suck on the insides of his thighs.
“Leave it.” Shura growled, the feeling of urgency curling in his fingers and making him dig his bitten nails into Okuninushi’s arms.
“Then what do you suggest I do if not clean you, Hitoshura?”
Shura held a wagtail plume in the palm of his hand. Orange eyes narrowed but didn’t look up at Shura.
“Shura-” A light slap hit Okuninushi’s cheek. “My lord, is it really necessary?”
The plume tickled against his lips as he breathed. Shura watched the tenseness in his body and the flickering of his bright eyes.
“Yes.”
Okuninushi had long smooth hair that Shura could pet and pull the way Chiaki would have never let him. He pulled it into a curtain around his face, twisted it around his fingers while Okuninushi’s knees rubbed raw from the desperate pace he kept pushing himself up to fall again. Their lips touched and Shura tasted the overly sweet wagtail plume as Okuninushi eagerly pushed in with his tongue. Shura knew what it was like to feel that desperate to be touched. Any small amount of stimulation would make him writhe and moan for more, even from his enemies. Just tasting it now brought more heat to his skin and he started thrusting up hard to meet Okuninushi’s already frenzied movements. For a moment he felt like he was choking but the hand around his throat loosened after he felt Okuninushi’s cum hit his skin.
Shura could smell blood again. He hadn’t noticed that he’d closed his eyes and the tickling on his face made them open. He saw Okuninushi’s eyes, but they had lost their frightening glow in the near dark. There was blood on Okuninushi's breath as he lightly nuzzled Shura’s face. A hand brushed over his hair, steady and soft.
“Don’t worry, my lord. The Maiden has already healed you.”
Shura’s arms still felt heavy and uncoordinated when he reached up to touch Okuninushi's smooth damp hair, already tied up neatly again.
Author/Artist:
aniaiRating: NC17
Warnings: probably more for blood and violence
Word count: 959
Prompt: Various/Naoki: Charm. - He should feel ashamed and violated when he remembers the times he had very enthusiastically slept with the enemy mid-battle.
Note: I really have to thank Emmy for kicking my arse and making pudding so that I didn't give up after scrapping the original and restarting the whole thing this morning. I apologise in advance for grammar and spelling errors but it's well past midnight now and my brain isn't really working anymore.
As the effect of charm magic began to wear off, Hitoshura noticed the smell of blood and gore around him. He blinked and just as quickly spat out something sour and bony. It landed between his spread legs, among the other scattered pieces of what he now recognised as a smaller demon. He spat again and scrubbed his tongue against a clean spot on his arm, tasting the more familiar and certainly more pleasant taste of his own sweat. As he moved and felt his body consciously he also noticed that he was sitting there with something stuck in his arse. To extract it he had to finger around his still sensitive hole, resisting the urge to touch his cock and just get off while he was still squatting in gore. The spotted sheath cracked in his hand like a crab’s leg, pulverised pink flesh squishing between his fingers. It had felt good inside him but now that he was sobering up, his pride wasn’t about to let him admit that. He should’ve felt ashamed and violated when he remembered the times he had very enthusiastically slept with the enemy mid-battle. Arguably it was more embarrassing when he jumped a team-mate, since he couldn’t just kill them afterwards. Although they followed him and called him leader, they weren’t above using his body when they could. At least Futomimi wasn’t there this time to see him take it from a goddamn Incubus.
Out of the corners of his eyes Shura saw his team-mates approach. They tended to keep their distance while he was charmed to avoid being targeted if the enemy decided to make him turn on the party. Nue had been prowling close by, though he didn’t notice it growling while he was charmed. Now it crouched next to him, flattening itself to the ground and licking his fingers. Ever since he had taken pity on it and let it join the party, it followed him around and behaved like a pet dog. If it had a proper tail it would probably be wagging constantly. The snake seemed to have a mind of its own however and usually tried to bite anyone within range.
“Will you wash, my lord?” Okuninushi was by Shura’s side again as well, offering his hand. Once Shura was on his feet he realised his shorts were dragging around one ankle and Nue’s excited pouncing was just compounding the problem. While he tried to pull them up, it nuzzled into his crotch and got in a few licks before he could push it away again. Shura could hear Amaterasu and Laksmi chuckling in the background and his natural instinct was to punch something, but Okuninushi was already half-carrying him towards the fountain’s steps. The attendants guarding the Maiden of the Spring nodded for them to pass through to the thermal pools used for washing before entering the healing waters.
Most of the demons Shura had known for mere months, but in the Vortex world that was longer than many demons lived, and Okuninushi had been travelling with him for what felt like forever by now. In that time he learned that within the party, where change was constant, there was also a constant testing and reshuffling of the hierarchy and undercurrents of clan disputes and alliances. He didn’t understand the half of it, but he knew that apart from the demons who had been travelling with him for a long time, there was very little amiability between party members. At times when he was charmed and they touched him from all sides, he felt like the neutral spot they could gather around.
Okuninushi nuzzled him and licked at the dried blood on Shura’s skin, oddly reminding him of Nue when he crouched to paw and suck on the insides of his thighs.
“Leave it.” Shura growled, the feeling of urgency curling in his fingers and making him dig his bitten nails into Okuninushi’s arms.
“Then what do you suggest I do if not clean you, Hitoshura?”
Shura held a wagtail plume in the palm of his hand. Orange eyes narrowed but didn’t look up at Shura.
“Shura-” A light slap hit Okuninushi’s cheek. “My lord, is it really necessary?”
The plume tickled against his lips as he breathed. Shura watched the tenseness in his body and the flickering of his bright eyes.
“Yes.”
Okuninushi had long smooth hair that Shura could pet and pull the way Chiaki would have never let him. He pulled it into a curtain around his face, twisted it around his fingers while Okuninushi’s knees rubbed raw from the desperate pace he kept pushing himself up to fall again. Their lips touched and Shura tasted the overly sweet wagtail plume as Okuninushi eagerly pushed in with his tongue. Shura knew what it was like to feel that desperate to be touched. Any small amount of stimulation would make him writhe and moan for more, even from his enemies. Just tasting it now brought more heat to his skin and he started thrusting up hard to meet Okuninushi’s already frenzied movements. For a moment he felt like he was choking but the hand around his throat loosened after he felt Okuninushi’s cum hit his skin.
Shura could smell blood again. He hadn’t noticed that he’d closed his eyes and the tickling on his face made them open. He saw Okuninushi’s eyes, but they had lost their frightening glow in the near dark. There was blood on Okuninushi's breath as he lightly nuzzled Shura’s face. A hand brushed over his hair, steady and soft.
“Don’t worry, my lord. The Maiden has already healed you.”
Shura’s arms still felt heavy and uncoordinated when he reached up to touch Okuninushi's smooth damp hair, already tied up neatly again.
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Date: 2008-06-13 05:54 pm (UTC)And the Nue absolutely slayed me. It's one of my favourite demons.
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Date: 2008-06-13 11:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-14 05:38 am (UTC)Mmmmm~ everytime I see an Okuninushi I lament the fact that there's no 'molest' option to go with the talking one XD;
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Date: 2008-06-14 09:20 pm (UTC)Mmhmmm, I know right? That game needs a molest option in general though XD