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no_true_pairTitle: River Bed
Author:yoshitsune
Fandom: original
Pairing/characters: Reiji & Kagehisa
Rating: PG-13
Notes: injury, shota-ish
Prompt: Reiji & Kagehisa, "Give me your hand."
[note: Momochiyo is Kagehisa's childhood name]
Reiji pulled Momochiyo out of the water; he was breathing hard on the verge of sobs, pale from pain and shock.
'My wrist,' he whimpered.
She led him away from the muddy bank, into the long grass and shelter of a copse. Leaves were falling with each fresh gust of autumn wind.
Momochiyo shivered, the cold having reached quickly into the layers of his small body. Reiji first stripped off his clothes, then unwound one of her sashes. Her jacket she cast around his shoulders. It trailed long despite being carried on the tall meadow grasses.
'Now give me your hand,' she said.
Momochiyo held out his left arm with hesitation, wary of further pain. But it had to be done. She held his hand between her two and gently felt the bones. Nothing broken, she decided, though he whined and squirmed.
There was something in his squirming that excited Reiji's feeling, and that made her bite her lips and tie the bandage-sash with firm lingering slowness. He cried out when she knotted the two ends and pulled them tight. Finally tears gathered in Momochiyo's dark eyes and his heart beat against the thin skin over his ribs.
Reiji stroked his head, but it was too unpleasant; in his hair lingered marsh water and mud.
Looking on his soft child's body reminded her of when she and her brother had been children. Often they had shared a bed for warmth or comfort; their bodies almost identical, their short hair cut in the same bobbed style of youth. Momochiyo's hair looked like that too under his dented hunting cap, when it was dry.
Those days couldn't return. Step by step they all had to move away from what had been dear and familiar.
A sudden whiny startled her. Momochiyo's pony had changed its mind about galloping into the hills, and was returning at a sheepish trot. Reiji caught his reins and held them out to Momochiyo.
Momochiyo sniffled. 'I don't want to.'
'The only time you don't get back on your horse is if you're dead or can't move.'
'But, Auntie...'
'Auntie? I'm not your aunt.' Reiji threw the pony's reins over his head, and turned to collect her dropped bow and arrows. 'Here now, pick up your things so I can tie them in a bundle.'
Momochiyo followed after her, frowning and pursing his little mouth. 'But you're going to marry uncle Kisaragi.'
'Is that so? I don't recall agreeing to that yet.'
A lone skylark sang from the undergrowth.
'How about you? Would you take my hand again?'
Momochiyo stood rigidly for a moment, then dropped to his knees and bowed with his hands to the ground. 'My life is yours,' he said, looking dignified and ridiculous in her over-large coat. She hadn't expected that at all. She'd wanted to tease him a little, make him squirm.
Reiji snorted, and pulled her dagger from her sash. 'Fine, then, you ride with me.' He received it with a solemn expression and followed her.
She pulled him up to perch in front of her in the saddle. It wasn't comfortable for him, but it wasn't difficult, for he was light and small.
'And Musashi?' Momochiyo said.
'Musashi?' Reiji looked over her shoulder at the pony ripping up weeds and fattening grass, and laughed. 'Hah, what a name to give that animal.'
She had no spare hand to hold his reins, but once they'd gained a little distance, Musashi trotted up and followed along anyhow, as docile as a pack-horse.
'Musashi was a hero, you know,' Kisaragi mumbled. He was shivering, and as they climbed from gully to ridge, the wind pushed at their sides.
Reiji parted the front of her outer-robe and hugged Kisaragi to the warmth of her body. He gave a content murmur, and wrapped his arms tighter around her back. The image of his grass-stained knees impressed on her memories.
She leaned her cheek on his pale smooth forehead, and felt his breaths calm on her chest.
Perhaps, with his eyes closed, he had already fallen asleep.
Title: Summer of Hate
Fandom: original
Pairing/characters: Genji->Kagehisa
Rating: NC-17
Notes: teenage character(s), one-sided incest
Prompt: Genji & Kagehisa, "Summer's Almost Gone"
Genji scowled and closed his book, slammed it for dramatic effect. No-one said it, but he could read it in their eyes, the twist of their lips. You used to be such a sweet happy boy. He couldn't help his annoyance, the irritating itching sensation of being stuck inside skin too tight for all the things he contained. He must contain them. He needed to be alone.
He used to run up to his brother, Kagehisa, climb all over him, annoy him, laugh with him, hold his hand, sneak into his bed when he was scared at night, fight, with horrible rude words and blood drawn to the skin. A blade that slipped in as smoothly as his favourite dessert parted under the pressure of the spoon edge. The blood took breathless seconds to ooze out, but then it came thick and fast and silent. They'd fought a lot that summer.
It surprised Genji just how short his temper was. But somehow it was difficult not to despise everyone. Everyone who wanted something, expected and demanded and told him what to do. Time was no longer his own.
Kagehisa looked at him differently. Kagehisa didn't look at him. They didn't share things any more, though on some days they kept up a two-sided charade of happy family. Their younger brother, Hakuryu, was still a "sweet happy boy," and it helped ease the tension.
Genji discovered the things Kagehisa liked--rediscovered--with a new mind that was no longer ignorant of it.
One thing he stole: a photograph, and ripped it in half. One half he kept with his collection of secret precious things, the other he burnt in front of the altar of ancestors, praying to his great-auntie of the sages to grant him one desperate pitiful curse. Curse the boy, to never let him be loved back among all his loves of his life. Of course he knew deep down that in return he would have to carry a burden of equal weight. Only much later would he realise the perfect counter balance of his own curse.
Kagehisa's last summer at home was almost over. Genji often lay in his darkened room, lethargic, full of weighty feeling, yet impotent against the world around him.
His body wanted its own things. Heart racing, skin damp, over nothing, perhaps a stray thought. He lay in Kagehisa's hand-me-down clothes. Sometimes he let his hand creep down. He knew about the things Kagehisa liked--he wanted a hole to slide his dick around in.
Genji touched his lips. It felt good. How would he eat later at the dinner table? lips closing around morsels, sucking up slippery soba noodles, the smooth pull of lacquered chopsticks on their way out. How much would fit in his mouth? Enough to make him gag.
Later Genji lay panting and sore, but triumphant. Four fingers squeezed tightly in his hole. Virgin, virgin.
Kagehisa shoved further into him, groaned low, overwhelmed. It sparked a new unknown pleasure and need in him. Genji shivered from the inside out, and his fingers creaked from the tight fix they were in. Kagehisa leaned further over him and held his legs pressed down. Oh, the air escaped him. Genji tried to rock against him, clumsy and needy. Kagehisa thrust slowly, dragging, stretching, more, more, deeper. Genji panted and gasped. 'Brother...' He thoughts of reaching for his cock, but he just wanted to be the hole, wanted Kagehisa. Fuck, fuck. He bit into soft skin and sore bone.
Kagehisa had built something inside him.
Kagehisa pulled him up by his hair. 'Look,' he said. Genji's arsehole was softer now, damp. Kagehisa crooned, mocking and aroused. He pushed in and in, even when Genji winced, pushing in and in taking away his virginity. Yes, Kagehisa liked virgins. But it was only valid once. He'd have to think of something else next time.
Genji heard Kagehisa move around his room next door. Come in. Don't come in. Look at me again.
Summer was almost gone.
Title: Can't Say No (To You)
Fandom: original
Pairing/characters: Souma/Jiru
Rating: R
Notes: teenage characters, consent issues, knife-play
Prompt: Jiru & Souma, "Hurricane"
Souma pinched Jiru's upper lip. Not hard, not to hurt. Unconsciously Jiru brushed her tongue out between her lips. Souma huffed a lazy laugh through her nose and smirked. She teased her index finger at the edge of Jiru's front teeth. 'Open up.'
Jiru opened her mouth a little, unsure, waiting and not wanting to offer too much. Souma pushed her finger in slowly over Jiru's tongue. It started a new shiver along her back and Jiru fought down the reflex to purse her lips, curl her tongue and suck. Souma moved in a soothing pattern inside her mouth. When she stroked over the sensitive palate, Jiru couldn't help it any more. She groaned and gave Souma an appreciative lick. Almost too fast, Souma withdrew her finger. Jiru opened her eyes, startled now to realise that she'd dropped so off-guard and closed them. Souma was looking at her curiously, and brought her slicked finger to her mouth. She licked the tip. Then grinned, toothy as a roused predator.
Souma raised her knife again, this time to the tender point where Jiru's collarbones meet. She traced the tip down her chest.
'You like that.'
'No.'
Souma leaned closer. 'You love it. Do you beg, too?'
All the acid objections that rose to Jiru's tongue withered under the force of her arousal. This: the knife, the deep shadows, the rope, it messed with her senses. Her sense of time and place. She could hear her own breathing loud and too fast, and she didn't think she can slow it. Blood banged in her ears. It had been a while since she'd been tied up, and equally long since she'd been fucked. Souma had barely touched her and already she felt heat along her spine, and beginning to throb in her cunt.
'I should collar you. Strays in heat are no good.'
Jiru's ear twitched for more of Souma's whispered threats, no, promises. Souma said everything with self-possessed certainty. She closed her fingers on the front of Souma's yukata, as much as she could against the cord around her wrists. 'No.'
Author:
yoshitsune Fandom: original
Pairing/characters: Reiji & Kagehisa
Rating: PG-13
Notes: injury, shota-ish
Prompt: Reiji & Kagehisa, "Give me your hand."
[note: Momochiyo is Kagehisa's childhood name]
Reiji pulled Momochiyo out of the water; he was breathing hard on the verge of sobs, pale from pain and shock.
'My wrist,' he whimpered.
She led him away from the muddy bank, into the long grass and shelter of a copse. Leaves were falling with each fresh gust of autumn wind.
Momochiyo shivered, the cold having reached quickly into the layers of his small body. Reiji first stripped off his clothes, then unwound one of her sashes. Her jacket she cast around his shoulders. It trailed long despite being carried on the tall meadow grasses.
'Now give me your hand,' she said.
Momochiyo held out his left arm with hesitation, wary of further pain. But it had to be done. She held his hand between her two and gently felt the bones. Nothing broken, she decided, though he whined and squirmed.
There was something in his squirming that excited Reiji's feeling, and that made her bite her lips and tie the bandage-sash with firm lingering slowness. He cried out when she knotted the two ends and pulled them tight. Finally tears gathered in Momochiyo's dark eyes and his heart beat against the thin skin over his ribs.
Reiji stroked his head, but it was too unpleasant; in his hair lingered marsh water and mud.
Looking on his soft child's body reminded her of when she and her brother had been children. Often they had shared a bed for warmth or comfort; their bodies almost identical, their short hair cut in the same bobbed style of youth. Momochiyo's hair looked like that too under his dented hunting cap, when it was dry.
Those days couldn't return. Step by step they all had to move away from what had been dear and familiar.
A sudden whiny startled her. Momochiyo's pony had changed its mind about galloping into the hills, and was returning at a sheepish trot. Reiji caught his reins and held them out to Momochiyo.
Momochiyo sniffled. 'I don't want to.'
'The only time you don't get back on your horse is if you're dead or can't move.'
'But, Auntie...'
'Auntie? I'm not your aunt.' Reiji threw the pony's reins over his head, and turned to collect her dropped bow and arrows. 'Here now, pick up your things so I can tie them in a bundle.'
Momochiyo followed after her, frowning and pursing his little mouth. 'But you're going to marry uncle Kisaragi.'
'Is that so? I don't recall agreeing to that yet.'
A lone skylark sang from the undergrowth.
'How about you? Would you take my hand again?'
Momochiyo stood rigidly for a moment, then dropped to his knees and bowed with his hands to the ground. 'My life is yours,' he said, looking dignified and ridiculous in her over-large coat. She hadn't expected that at all. She'd wanted to tease him a little, make him squirm.
Reiji snorted, and pulled her dagger from her sash. 'Fine, then, you ride with me.' He received it with a solemn expression and followed her.
She pulled him up to perch in front of her in the saddle. It wasn't comfortable for him, but it wasn't difficult, for he was light and small.
'And Musashi?' Momochiyo said.
'Musashi?' Reiji looked over her shoulder at the pony ripping up weeds and fattening grass, and laughed. 'Hah, what a name to give that animal.'
She had no spare hand to hold his reins, but once they'd gained a little distance, Musashi trotted up and followed along anyhow, as docile as a pack-horse.
'Musashi was a hero, you know,' Kisaragi mumbled. He was shivering, and as they climbed from gully to ridge, the wind pushed at their sides.
Reiji parted the front of her outer-robe and hugged Kisaragi to the warmth of her body. He gave a content murmur, and wrapped his arms tighter around her back. The image of his grass-stained knees impressed on her memories.
She leaned her cheek on his pale smooth forehead, and felt his breaths calm on her chest.
Perhaps, with his eyes closed, he had already fallen asleep.
Title: Summer of Hate
Fandom: original
Pairing/characters: Genji->Kagehisa
Rating: NC-17
Notes: teenage character(s), one-sided incest
Prompt: Genji & Kagehisa, "Summer's Almost Gone"
Genji scowled and closed his book, slammed it for dramatic effect. No-one said it, but he could read it in their eyes, the twist of their lips. You used to be such a sweet happy boy. He couldn't help his annoyance, the irritating itching sensation of being stuck inside skin too tight for all the things he contained. He must contain them. He needed to be alone.
He used to run up to his brother, Kagehisa, climb all over him, annoy him, laugh with him, hold his hand, sneak into his bed when he was scared at night, fight, with horrible rude words and blood drawn to the skin. A blade that slipped in as smoothly as his favourite dessert parted under the pressure of the spoon edge. The blood took breathless seconds to ooze out, but then it came thick and fast and silent. They'd fought a lot that summer.
It surprised Genji just how short his temper was. But somehow it was difficult not to despise everyone. Everyone who wanted something, expected and demanded and told him what to do. Time was no longer his own.
Kagehisa looked at him differently. Kagehisa didn't look at him. They didn't share things any more, though on some days they kept up a two-sided charade of happy family. Their younger brother, Hakuryu, was still a "sweet happy boy," and it helped ease the tension.
Genji discovered the things Kagehisa liked--rediscovered--with a new mind that was no longer ignorant of it.
One thing he stole: a photograph, and ripped it in half. One half he kept with his collection of secret precious things, the other he burnt in front of the altar of ancestors, praying to his great-auntie of the sages to grant him one desperate pitiful curse. Curse the boy, to never let him be loved back among all his loves of his life. Of course he knew deep down that in return he would have to carry a burden of equal weight. Only much later would he realise the perfect counter balance of his own curse.
Kagehisa's last summer at home was almost over. Genji often lay in his darkened room, lethargic, full of weighty feeling, yet impotent against the world around him.
His body wanted its own things. Heart racing, skin damp, over nothing, perhaps a stray thought. He lay in Kagehisa's hand-me-down clothes. Sometimes he let his hand creep down. He knew about the things Kagehisa liked--he wanted a hole to slide his dick around in.
Genji touched his lips. It felt good. How would he eat later at the dinner table? lips closing around morsels, sucking up slippery soba noodles, the smooth pull of lacquered chopsticks on their way out. How much would fit in his mouth? Enough to make him gag.
Later Genji lay panting and sore, but triumphant. Four fingers squeezed tightly in his hole. Virgin, virgin.
Kagehisa shoved further into him, groaned low, overwhelmed. It sparked a new unknown pleasure and need in him. Genji shivered from the inside out, and his fingers creaked from the tight fix they were in. Kagehisa leaned further over him and held his legs pressed down. Oh, the air escaped him. Genji tried to rock against him, clumsy and needy. Kagehisa thrust slowly, dragging, stretching, more, more, deeper. Genji panted and gasped. 'Brother...' He thoughts of reaching for his cock, but he just wanted to be the hole, wanted Kagehisa. Fuck, fuck. He bit into soft skin and sore bone.
Kagehisa had built something inside him.
Kagehisa pulled him up by his hair. 'Look,' he said. Genji's arsehole was softer now, damp. Kagehisa crooned, mocking and aroused. He pushed in and in, even when Genji winced, pushing in and in taking away his virginity. Yes, Kagehisa liked virgins. But it was only valid once. He'd have to think of something else next time.
Genji heard Kagehisa move around his room next door. Come in. Don't come in. Look at me again.
Summer was almost gone.
Title: Can't Say No (To You)
Fandom: original
Pairing/characters: Souma/Jiru
Rating: R
Notes: teenage characters, consent issues, knife-play
Prompt: Jiru & Souma, "Hurricane"
Souma pinched Jiru's upper lip. Not hard, not to hurt. Unconsciously Jiru brushed her tongue out between her lips. Souma huffed a lazy laugh through her nose and smirked. She teased her index finger at the edge of Jiru's front teeth. 'Open up.'
Jiru opened her mouth a little, unsure, waiting and not wanting to offer too much. Souma pushed her finger in slowly over Jiru's tongue. It started a new shiver along her back and Jiru fought down the reflex to purse her lips, curl her tongue and suck. Souma moved in a soothing pattern inside her mouth. When she stroked over the sensitive palate, Jiru couldn't help it any more. She groaned and gave Souma an appreciative lick. Almost too fast, Souma withdrew her finger. Jiru opened her eyes, startled now to realise that she'd dropped so off-guard and closed them. Souma was looking at her curiously, and brought her slicked finger to her mouth. She licked the tip. Then grinned, toothy as a roused predator.
Souma raised her knife again, this time to the tender point where Jiru's collarbones meet. She traced the tip down her chest.
'You like that.'
'No.'
Souma leaned closer. 'You love it. Do you beg, too?'
All the acid objections that rose to Jiru's tongue withered under the force of her arousal. This: the knife, the deep shadows, the rope, it messed with her senses. Her sense of time and place. She could hear her own breathing loud and too fast, and she didn't think she can slow it. Blood banged in her ears. It had been a while since she'd been tied up, and equally long since she'd been fucked. Souma had barely touched her and already she felt heat along her spine, and beginning to throb in her cunt.
'I should collar you. Strays in heat are no good.'
Jiru's ear twitched for more of Souma's whispered threats, no, promises. Souma said everything with self-possessed certainty. She closed her fingers on the front of Souma's yukata, as much as she could against the cord around her wrists. 'No.'
