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kinkfestTitle: Taikomochi Yohji
Author: Ladyofshadow
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: nudity, oral sex
Word count: 1,263
Prompt: Weiss Kreuz, Crawford/Yohji and Schuldig/Yohji: AU, courtesan/geisha, competition - he was in a position where he didn't have to choose unless he wished it.
Author’s Note: This probably would have ended up longer, but I had to stop myself, lol (that and I wanted to meet the deadline for the fic). I had to do A LOT of research and was utterly fascinated when I found out about the male geisha. Normally they’re middle-aged, but Yohji gives youth to a tradition that’s slowly dying out.
Schuldig took a drag from his cigarette and exhaled out the Inn’s window. “How’d you manage a party just for yourself?”
Crawford adjusted his tie in the mirror. “An Ozashiki Asobi is for an honored guest that has been generous to the arts. I’ve personally seen that their ochaya thrives, so that when business associates visit Japan they are properly served according to their status.”
“So, they’re throwing a party to honor you,” Schuldig said.
“Naturally you will accompany me,” Crawford said with a smirk.
“Aw come on, Brad, you know I don’t like that theater stuff,” Schuldig frowned. “I don’t get it and half the time I fall asleep!”
“I think that you will take a liking to Taikomochi Yohji,” Crawford said.
“Who?”
“The male geisha,” Crawford explained. “He is a consummate party master who tells tales and jokes.”
“What kind of tales?”
“The erotic kind,” Crawford said. He plucked the cigarette from Schuldig’s fingers and extinguished it in an ashtray.
“Maybe it won’t be so bad then,” Schuldig muttered.
“I expect you to behave,” Crawford said.
“Yeah yeah,” he said as he followed Crawford out the door.
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They removed their shoes upon arriving at the teahouse and were led to a tatami-floored room.
“We are so pleased with your presence,” the owner-mistress of the teahouse said.
“I am thankful for your hospitality, okami-san.”
“I’ll wait out here,” Schuldig said.
Crawford nodded and bowed to the geisha that held the door for him. He was led to a mat and rested on his knees, nodding at the offer for tea. He admired the precise movements of the geisha in the tea ceremony, entranced by the fluidity of their task.
He sipped at his tea and returned the smile of the male geisha in the room.
Yohji held a shamisen in his hands, fingers smoothing the red sandalwood before he picked up his ivory plectrum to pluck the strings.
The maiko and geiko rose to attention, moving to a Nihon buyo.
Crawford watched the dance, intrigued by the way the geisha swayed to the song.
Yohji stopped playing the music and carried on with a song that continued with the tune. He danced with the geisha, imitating their movements with perfection. However, he soon started to parody their movements, encouraging Crawford to put down his tea for sake.
“Now now my gentleman, you did not come here to see some pretty dancing. You came here to have a good time! Allow Taikomochi Yohji to tell you a story!” He pantomimed a geisha walk, pretending to paint his face, acting very vibrant with a pretend crowd, gradually imitating growth by stuffing his bust and then having trouble walking.
“Once there were three old geisha talking at the temple, reminiscing about the loss of their virginity.” Yohji mimicked an old woman, walking with a cane and said in a lilting feminine voice, “Though I am 77, I remember the pain as piercing! Like a sword!” He hid his face in his kimono. He twirled around to walk the other way, his walk feebler. “Though I am 88, I remember the pain as tingling.” He collapsed onto the floor and his body trembled as he spoke next, “I am 99 and I do not remember the pain at all!”
The geisha feigned an astonished gasp and Crawford’s lips twitched into a smile.
After several more stories, one of which included a feigned sexual act behind a silk screen; Yohji moved onto the balcony, allowing the geisha to play the shimasen. He wiped his brow and closed his eyes to enjoy the breeze.
“Want a smoke?”
Yohji opened his eyes and grinned to orange haired foreigner. “Sure.” He took a cigarette from the pack, put it in his mouth, and leaned forward so the foreigner could light it. He took a long drag and exhaled, “Thanks…” he trailed off, waiting for a name.
“Schuldig,” he replied, leaning against the railing. They smoked quietly, listening to the chatter of the geisha in the room and Crawford’s rich laughter.
“Would you like some sake?”
“Sure,” Schuldig said.
Yohji grabbed his arm and pulled him into a run. “Let’s go, then! Your Master in there did not drink nearly enough for my taste!”
Inside the entertainment room, Crawford paused to stare into the distance and stifled a smirk.
“Where are we going?” Schuldig huffed.
“The kitchens,” Yohji said. He peeked around the door and motioned for Schuldig to stay put. Two pot clangs, a clamor of giggles, and a crash later Yohji emerged with two cups and several bottles of sake tucked under his arms.
The two men stole into the gardens and commenced their drinking, each filling the other’s cups when they emptied.
“I really liked your stories in there. And you know, I didn’t know that men were geisha,” Schuldig said unbuttoning his shirt, his cheeks warm from drink.
“They were the first geisha,” Yohji slurred, opening his haori to fan his chest. “I’m proud to be one. I’m surrounded by beautiful women and I get to have fun every night.”
Schuldig hardened when he caught a wave of sensuous thoughts from Yohji.
“Oy! You want to have a little fun? Seems part of you has already started!”
“You’re one to talk,” Schuldig said, picking up on more of Yohji’s thoughts. “I think you’re harder than I am under that ha- haka- whatever the hell you’re wearing.”
“My hakama,” Yohji said, pulling on a strap. “Complicated to put on, but easy to get off.”
“Really?” Schuldig tugged on the other strap. With a clumsy fumble he pulled down the hakama, exposing Yohji to the moonlight.
Yohji stumbled back, spilling the bottle of sake over his bare lap.
“Can’t let that go to waste,” Schuldig said. He savored the way Yohji’s eyes followed his movement when he leaned down to lick the sake off his thigh, loving the way he writhed when he sucked on his cock. Not being told to stop he closed his eyes, massaged Yohji’s thighs, and grabbed his ass to encourage a thrust.
“Schuldig.”
“Hmmm?” Schuldig said mouth full. Brad??
Are you behaving?
Of course, Brad.
I see you’ve taken quite the liking to the taikomochi.
Schuldig’s eyes snapped open and he pulled away, guiltily looking up to Crawford who was towering over them.
“Sometimes I wonder about your definition of ‘behaving,’” Crawford said, regarding Yohji’s half-naked body.
“He spilled some sake! And, I was helping to clean it up,” Schuldig said. He licked his lips, the puckering acidity lingering in his mouth.
“Ah, saké,” Crawford nodded. Looking down to Yohji, “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine, better than fine,” Yohji murmured. “Could you let him finish?”
“It appears he did miss a spot,” Crawford said, kneeling down to caress a finger along the sticky hollow of Yohji’s left thigh. He stood and let Schuldig continue his work, absently licking the sake from his finger as he continued to watch.
“Hitohada,” Yohji murmured.
Crawford chuckled. “Person’s skin, yes, I’ve often heard that sake can be enjoyed warm like a person’s body temperature.”
When Yohji came, Schuldig lingered on him, mouth filling with liquid heat before he pulled away. Crawford claimed him for a kiss and they shared the taste together, tongues competing for the last drop.
Schuldig pulled away gasping. “Did you plan this?”
“I merely saw it,” Crawford said, “and took advantage of it.”
“Speaking of which,” they both looked down to Yohji who spoke up, “we do have a private hot spring here.” He slowly rose, sliding off the rest of his clothing and motioned for them to follow.
The ochaya did indeed have wonderful entertainment.
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Further Notes: Story about the old women inspired by Taikomochi Arai.
Resources utilized - Geisha: A Unique World of Tradition, Elegance, and Art by John Gallagher and Women of the Pleasure Quarters by Lisa Downer (wherein a lot of the latter information was acquired from Taikomochi Shichiko).
Author: Ladyofshadow
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: nudity, oral sex
Word count: 1,263
Prompt: Weiss Kreuz, Crawford/Yohji and Schuldig/Yohji: AU, courtesan/geisha, competition - he was in a position where he didn't have to choose unless he wished it.
Author’s Note: This probably would have ended up longer, but I had to stop myself, lol (that and I wanted to meet the deadline for the fic). I had to do A LOT of research and was utterly fascinated when I found out about the male geisha. Normally they’re middle-aged, but Yohji gives youth to a tradition that’s slowly dying out.
Schuldig took a drag from his cigarette and exhaled out the Inn’s window. “How’d you manage a party just for yourself?”
Crawford adjusted his tie in the mirror. “An Ozashiki Asobi is for an honored guest that has been generous to the arts. I’ve personally seen that their ochaya thrives, so that when business associates visit Japan they are properly served according to their status.”
“So, they’re throwing a party to honor you,” Schuldig said.
“Naturally you will accompany me,” Crawford said with a smirk.
“Aw come on, Brad, you know I don’t like that theater stuff,” Schuldig frowned. “I don’t get it and half the time I fall asleep!”
“I think that you will take a liking to Taikomochi Yohji,” Crawford said.
“Who?”
“The male geisha,” Crawford explained. “He is a consummate party master who tells tales and jokes.”
“What kind of tales?”
“The erotic kind,” Crawford said. He plucked the cigarette from Schuldig’s fingers and extinguished it in an ashtray.
“Maybe it won’t be so bad then,” Schuldig muttered.
“I expect you to behave,” Crawford said.
“Yeah yeah,” he said as he followed Crawford out the door.
They removed their shoes upon arriving at the teahouse and were led to a tatami-floored room.
“We are so pleased with your presence,” the owner-mistress of the teahouse said.
“I am thankful for your hospitality, okami-san.”
“I’ll wait out here,” Schuldig said.
Crawford nodded and bowed to the geisha that held the door for him. He was led to a mat and rested on his knees, nodding at the offer for tea. He admired the precise movements of the geisha in the tea ceremony, entranced by the fluidity of their task.
He sipped at his tea and returned the smile of the male geisha in the room.
Yohji held a shamisen in his hands, fingers smoothing the red sandalwood before he picked up his ivory plectrum to pluck the strings.
The maiko and geiko rose to attention, moving to a Nihon buyo.
Crawford watched the dance, intrigued by the way the geisha swayed to the song.
Yohji stopped playing the music and carried on with a song that continued with the tune. He danced with the geisha, imitating their movements with perfection. However, he soon started to parody their movements, encouraging Crawford to put down his tea for sake.
“Now now my gentleman, you did not come here to see some pretty dancing. You came here to have a good time! Allow Taikomochi Yohji to tell you a story!” He pantomimed a geisha walk, pretending to paint his face, acting very vibrant with a pretend crowd, gradually imitating growth by stuffing his bust and then having trouble walking.
“Once there were three old geisha talking at the temple, reminiscing about the loss of their virginity.” Yohji mimicked an old woman, walking with a cane and said in a lilting feminine voice, “Though I am 77, I remember the pain as piercing! Like a sword!” He hid his face in his kimono. He twirled around to walk the other way, his walk feebler. “Though I am 88, I remember the pain as tingling.” He collapsed onto the floor and his body trembled as he spoke next, “I am 99 and I do not remember the pain at all!”
The geisha feigned an astonished gasp and Crawford’s lips twitched into a smile.
After several more stories, one of which included a feigned sexual act behind a silk screen; Yohji moved onto the balcony, allowing the geisha to play the shimasen. He wiped his brow and closed his eyes to enjoy the breeze.
“Want a smoke?”
Yohji opened his eyes and grinned to orange haired foreigner. “Sure.” He took a cigarette from the pack, put it in his mouth, and leaned forward so the foreigner could light it. He took a long drag and exhaled, “Thanks…” he trailed off, waiting for a name.
“Schuldig,” he replied, leaning against the railing. They smoked quietly, listening to the chatter of the geisha in the room and Crawford’s rich laughter.
“Would you like some sake?”
“Sure,” Schuldig said.
Yohji grabbed his arm and pulled him into a run. “Let’s go, then! Your Master in there did not drink nearly enough for my taste!”
Inside the entertainment room, Crawford paused to stare into the distance and stifled a smirk.
“Where are we going?” Schuldig huffed.
“The kitchens,” Yohji said. He peeked around the door and motioned for Schuldig to stay put. Two pot clangs, a clamor of giggles, and a crash later Yohji emerged with two cups and several bottles of sake tucked under his arms.
The two men stole into the gardens and commenced their drinking, each filling the other’s cups when they emptied.
“I really liked your stories in there. And you know, I didn’t know that men were geisha,” Schuldig said unbuttoning his shirt, his cheeks warm from drink.
“They were the first geisha,” Yohji slurred, opening his haori to fan his chest. “I’m proud to be one. I’m surrounded by beautiful women and I get to have fun every night.”
Schuldig hardened when he caught a wave of sensuous thoughts from Yohji.
“Oy! You want to have a little fun? Seems part of you has already started!”
“You’re one to talk,” Schuldig said, picking up on more of Yohji’s thoughts. “I think you’re harder than I am under that ha- haka- whatever the hell you’re wearing.”
“My hakama,” Yohji said, pulling on a strap. “Complicated to put on, but easy to get off.”
“Really?” Schuldig tugged on the other strap. With a clumsy fumble he pulled down the hakama, exposing Yohji to the moonlight.
Yohji stumbled back, spilling the bottle of sake over his bare lap.
“Can’t let that go to waste,” Schuldig said. He savored the way Yohji’s eyes followed his movement when he leaned down to lick the sake off his thigh, loving the way he writhed when he sucked on his cock. Not being told to stop he closed his eyes, massaged Yohji’s thighs, and grabbed his ass to encourage a thrust.
“Schuldig.”
“Hmmm?” Schuldig said mouth full. Brad??
Are you behaving?
Of course, Brad.
I see you’ve taken quite the liking to the taikomochi.
Schuldig’s eyes snapped open and he pulled away, guiltily looking up to Crawford who was towering over them.
“Sometimes I wonder about your definition of ‘behaving,’” Crawford said, regarding Yohji’s half-naked body.
“He spilled some sake! And, I was helping to clean it up,” Schuldig said. He licked his lips, the puckering acidity lingering in his mouth.
“Ah, saké,” Crawford nodded. Looking down to Yohji, “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine, better than fine,” Yohji murmured. “Could you let him finish?”
“It appears he did miss a spot,” Crawford said, kneeling down to caress a finger along the sticky hollow of Yohji’s left thigh. He stood and let Schuldig continue his work, absently licking the sake from his finger as he continued to watch.
“Hitohada,” Yohji murmured.
Crawford chuckled. “Person’s skin, yes, I’ve often heard that sake can be enjoyed warm like a person’s body temperature.”
When Yohji came, Schuldig lingered on him, mouth filling with liquid heat before he pulled away. Crawford claimed him for a kiss and they shared the taste together, tongues competing for the last drop.
Schuldig pulled away gasping. “Did you plan this?”
“I merely saw it,” Crawford said, “and took advantage of it.”
“Speaking of which,” they both looked down to Yohji who spoke up, “we do have a private hot spring here.” He slowly rose, sliding off the rest of his clothing and motioned for them to follow.
The ochaya did indeed have wonderful entertainment.
______________________________________________________________
Further Notes: Story about the old women inspired by Taikomochi Arai.
Resources utilized - Geisha: A Unique World of Tradition, Elegance, and Art by John Gallagher and Women of the Pleasure Quarters by Lisa Downer (wherein a lot of the latter information was acquired from Taikomochi Shichiko).
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