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Title: Halloween, Or Plausible Deniability
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redbrunja
Fandom: Saiyuki
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Yaone & Hakkai.
Author’s Note: Written for the cinco de mayo holiday meme, this was supposed to be a comment fic. Dedicated topzb.
Summary: “Quite obviously, Hakkai thought as she kissed him with heat and a wild desperation, she wasn’t Yaone-dono.” Lies don’t count as such when you’re telling them to yourself.
Quite obviously, Hakkai thought as she kissed him with heat and a wild desperation, she wasn’t Yaone-dono.
He responded in kind, kissing her with teeth and tongue, running his hands fervently down her back. Through his feet, he could feel the vibrations from the party below. A few floors beneath them, masked revealers were deep in the throes of celebrating the Day Of The Dead with eardrum bursting music, but in the upper floors of the mansion, it was quiet enough that he could hear her rapid breathing.
He ran his hands up her neck and they bumped into the edges of her mask, a fitted structure of gold and porcelain.
“May I?” he asked, before remembering all the reasons he shouldn’t.
Her mouth - the only feature of her face the mask revealed and at the moment red from his- pursed in a considering expression.
A slight pause, during which Hakkai gently traced circles on the outside of the leg that was hooked over his hip.
She reached up, tracing a finger along the frame of his monocle.
“Do you mind if I...” she stared, voice low and husky, and not at all familiar, he’d definitely never, ever heard it before.
“Of course,” Hakkai answered, and didn’t most women ask permission from men who would clearly never say no to them?
She carefully removed his monocle, tucking it into his pants pocket, a practical motion that made his mouth dry and his fingers tighten on her back.
She slipped off his headband, rewrapping the fabric firmly around his eyes.
Hakkai felt something flutter low his his belly as his vision went dark; almost fear, but he couldn’t be afraid with her in his arms, with her wrapped around him, couldn’t be afraid when she was leading him into one of the empty rooms that lined the hallway.
As soon as he heard the door snick close behind them, he pressed her against it, hands fumbling with the ties of her mask. It slipped away, and he dropped kisses across her face, quick pecks across the bridge of her pert nose. He ran his fingers over her cheeks, feeling the heat of her blush against his fingertips.
She was flicking open the clasps of his jacket, shoving it off his shoulders while he nibbled at her neck. She gasped entrancingly, and he told himself that vanilla and gunpowder were undoubtedly simply ingredients in a very, very common perfume.
Her hands slid over his bare shoulders. Soft palms, smooth callused fingers; Hakkai shuddered under her touch.
He pulled away, and she made a small protesting sound. Hakkai started unwrapping the sari she wore. She spun, obediently, the air from her movement and a few strands of her long hair brushing against his chest.
The silk fell to the floor, and she returned to him, wearing bare skin and minimal jewelry. He ran his hands over her, frantic to touch every inch of her skin. He put his hands on her hips and he wasn’t sure if he’d lifted her up or she’d jumped into his arms but her legs were wrapped tight around his waist. Even through his khakis he could feel the heat at the apex of her thighs, pressing tight against him, and Hakkai thought vicious things at his pants, were malevolently still on his person.
“Do you know if there is a bed in the vicinity?” Hakkai said, pleased at how level his tone was.
“It’s over,” she twisted, legs loosening, like she was going to lead him there. Hakkai tightened his grip on her and made a noise of negation deep in his throat.
She paused, and Hakkai heard the humor in her voice when she spoke.
“Step back,” she ordered, voice low and coy. “...and back. And once more...”
The bed hit the back of his knees and he tumbled backwards, the woman still in his arms. Once he was on the bed she leaned back, and he, too impatient to take more than the barest moment necessary, stripped off his pants, kicked his legs free.
She was kneeling, straddling him, and the moment his trousers were off, she lowered herself onto him.
Hakkai hissed at the feel of her around him, heat and pressure and perfection. She paused, almost still, just the faint motion of her breath and the feel of her walls flexing around him. Then she moved and Hakkai started diagraming sentences and reciting all the reasons she wasn’t Yaone, couldn’t be Yaone-dono, to keep from finishing right then.
He leaned up, taking one of her nipples in his mouth, palming the other breast. Her nipples were tight little raspberries of flesh, and he nipped lightly. She arched against him and buried her hands in his hair.
She was making the most delicious sounds he’d ever heard, these delightful little gasps that he could hear the ghost of his name in, and he’d give anything to see her face as she moved over him, as low moan exited her throat, but no, he was going to be restrained, respectful–
She gave a twist of her hips that sent a jolt of pleasure from his cock to the tips of his fingers. Gasping, he clenched his fingers hard into the flesh of her hips, thrusting up into her, and he felt her come, felt her tighten, clench, and break apart.
She’d jerked her hands away from him to muffle her cries, and he felt cheated, denied sight and sound of her climax. In retaliation, he reversed their positions, rolling on top of her and pulling her hands away from her mouth.
His hand caught on her bracelet, and he flicked it open.
“Are you sure...” she started as her limiter feel away. Her aura flowed over him, sharply sweet and tingling like raw lemons against his mouth.
Really, despite the minus wave, he was sure that there were a number of youkai women who could retain their sanity without limiters and in a situation such as this.
“Quite,” he breathed into her newly elongated ear, the silk of his blindfold sliding against her face. He knocked her limiter off the bed, listening to it fall to the carpet with a dull thump.
He kissed the curve of her neck, nuzzled along the line of her tapered ear, enjoying the way that she squirmed against him, her breath hitching as she inhaled.
Hakkai slid out of her (a little protesting moan at this, and he felt a thrill of possessive masculine pride). He moved down her body with licking, teasing kisses that wanted to be bites, and by the time he got to the apex of her thighs she was writhing against the bed, her breath coming harsh and unsteady.
He licked into her, and her hands jerked.
She would have stifled the sounds coming out of her mouth, but Hakkai kept her hands pinned to the bed as he nibbled at her folds, as he tongued at the ridges of flesh, as she undulated under him, as she gasped, “please, please, please,” as she trembled with rekindled lust, as she climaxed with his name on her lips while he spilled himself onto the sheets, her juices salty on his lips and the words Yaone, Yaone, Yaone-dono pounding in his head.
Author:
redbrunjaFandom: Saiyuki
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Yaone & Hakkai.
Author’s Note: Written for the cinco de mayo holiday meme, this was supposed to be a comment fic. Dedicated to
pzb.Summary: “Quite obviously, Hakkai thought as she kissed him with heat and a wild desperation, she wasn’t Yaone-dono.” Lies don’t count as such when you’re telling them to yourself.
Quite obviously, Hakkai thought as she kissed him with heat and a wild desperation, she wasn’t Yaone-dono.
He responded in kind, kissing her with teeth and tongue, running his hands fervently down her back. Through his feet, he could feel the vibrations from the party below. A few floors beneath them, masked revealers were deep in the throes of celebrating the Day Of The Dead with eardrum bursting music, but in the upper floors of the mansion, it was quiet enough that he could hear her rapid breathing.
He ran his hands up her neck and they bumped into the edges of her mask, a fitted structure of gold and porcelain.
“May I?” he asked, before remembering all the reasons he shouldn’t.
Her mouth - the only feature of her face the mask revealed and at the moment red from his- pursed in a considering expression.
A slight pause, during which Hakkai gently traced circles on the outside of the leg that was hooked over his hip.
She reached up, tracing a finger along the frame of his monocle.
“Do you mind if I...” she stared, voice low and husky, and not at all familiar, he’d definitely never, ever heard it before.
“Of course,” Hakkai answered, and didn’t most women ask permission from men who would clearly never say no to them?
She carefully removed his monocle, tucking it into his pants pocket, a practical motion that made his mouth dry and his fingers tighten on her back.
She slipped off his headband, rewrapping the fabric firmly around his eyes.
Hakkai felt something flutter low his his belly as his vision went dark; almost fear, but he couldn’t be afraid with her in his arms, with her wrapped around him, couldn’t be afraid when she was leading him into one of the empty rooms that lined the hallway.
As soon as he heard the door snick close behind them, he pressed her against it, hands fumbling with the ties of her mask. It slipped away, and he dropped kisses across her face, quick pecks across the bridge of her pert nose. He ran his fingers over her cheeks, feeling the heat of her blush against his fingertips.
She was flicking open the clasps of his jacket, shoving it off his shoulders while he nibbled at her neck. She gasped entrancingly, and he told himself that vanilla and gunpowder were undoubtedly simply ingredients in a very, very common perfume.
Her hands slid over his bare shoulders. Soft palms, smooth callused fingers; Hakkai shuddered under her touch.
He pulled away, and she made a small protesting sound. Hakkai started unwrapping the sari she wore. She spun, obediently, the air from her movement and a few strands of her long hair brushing against his chest.
The silk fell to the floor, and she returned to him, wearing bare skin and minimal jewelry. He ran his hands over her, frantic to touch every inch of her skin. He put his hands on her hips and he wasn’t sure if he’d lifted her up or she’d jumped into his arms but her legs were wrapped tight around his waist. Even through his khakis he could feel the heat at the apex of her thighs, pressing tight against him, and Hakkai thought vicious things at his pants, were malevolently still on his person.
“Do you know if there is a bed in the vicinity?” Hakkai said, pleased at how level his tone was.
“It’s over,” she twisted, legs loosening, like she was going to lead him there. Hakkai tightened his grip on her and made a noise of negation deep in his throat.
She paused, and Hakkai heard the humor in her voice when she spoke.
“Step back,” she ordered, voice low and coy. “...and back. And once more...”
The bed hit the back of his knees and he tumbled backwards, the woman still in his arms. Once he was on the bed she leaned back, and he, too impatient to take more than the barest moment necessary, stripped off his pants, kicked his legs free.
She was kneeling, straddling him, and the moment his trousers were off, she lowered herself onto him.
Hakkai hissed at the feel of her around him, heat and pressure and perfection. She paused, almost still, just the faint motion of her breath and the feel of her walls flexing around him. Then she moved and Hakkai started diagraming sentences and reciting all the reasons she wasn’t Yaone, couldn’t be Yaone-dono, to keep from finishing right then.
He leaned up, taking one of her nipples in his mouth, palming the other breast. Her nipples were tight little raspberries of flesh, and he nipped lightly. She arched against him and buried her hands in his hair.
She was making the most delicious sounds he’d ever heard, these delightful little gasps that he could hear the ghost of his name in, and he’d give anything to see her face as she moved over him, as low moan exited her throat, but no, he was going to be restrained, respectful–
She gave a twist of her hips that sent a jolt of pleasure from his cock to the tips of his fingers. Gasping, he clenched his fingers hard into the flesh of her hips, thrusting up into her, and he felt her come, felt her tighten, clench, and break apart.
She’d jerked her hands away from him to muffle her cries, and he felt cheated, denied sight and sound of her climax. In retaliation, he reversed their positions, rolling on top of her and pulling her hands away from her mouth.
His hand caught on her bracelet, and he flicked it open.
“Are you sure...” she started as her limiter feel away. Her aura flowed over him, sharply sweet and tingling like raw lemons against his mouth.
Really, despite the minus wave, he was sure that there were a number of youkai women who could retain their sanity without limiters and in a situation such as this.
“Quite,” he breathed into her newly elongated ear, the silk of his blindfold sliding against her face. He knocked her limiter off the bed, listening to it fall to the carpet with a dull thump.
He kissed the curve of her neck, nuzzled along the line of her tapered ear, enjoying the way that she squirmed against him, her breath hitching as she inhaled.
Hakkai slid out of her (a little protesting moan at this, and he felt a thrill of possessive masculine pride). He moved down her body with licking, teasing kisses that wanted to be bites, and by the time he got to the apex of her thighs she was writhing against the bed, her breath coming harsh and unsteady.
He licked into her, and her hands jerked.
She would have stifled the sounds coming out of her mouth, but Hakkai kept her hands pinned to the bed as he nibbled at her folds, as he tongued at the ridges of flesh, as she undulated under him, as she gasped, “please, please, please,” as she trembled with rekindled lust, as she climaxed with his name on her lips while he spilled himself onto the sheets, her juices salty on his lips and the words Yaone, Yaone, Yaone-dono pounding in his head.
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the bit in parenthesis seems out of placeGunpowder and vanilla scents rock.If I ask very nicely, will you beta an original piece I'm working on?
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I'd love to beta an original piece- my e-mail's redbrunja @ yahoo.com - just send it on over. (No promises on how quickly it's done, though.)
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Thanks! The final version's not due until the end of May.
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I should be able to give you some feedback before then. (I hope.) ^_^
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Anyway, smoldering HAWT story!!! I'm soo glad to see some het work and so wonderfully done at that! I'm definitely memming this one.
*shouts Bravo, Bravo, Encore!!!*
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I'm so glad that you found this hot. Yeah, through writing it myself and requesting it from other people, my current fandom calling seems to be getting het in Saiyuki. ^_^
I'm so flattered that you're putting this in memories! Thanks.
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I love how Hakkai keeps trying to convince himself that it's not Yaone, despite all the tell-tale signs.
Incredibly hot. So going into memories.
(and here you were worried XD)
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Yeah, this is Denial!Hakkai - 'I can't have sex with the woman I want, so I'll pretend she's just some random girl, and it'll be okay then," However writing this, I felt like I was so over using pronouns - I should do a search and find out how many times I said 'she.'
I'm happy you found this hot - I tried. (And I'm always worried about things that I write.)
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Hee, we like Denial!Hakkai... :D The pronouns worked for me though. I understand what you mean, but I don't know that there would have been any other way than constantly using 'the woman' in its place.
I tend to worry about my art, so I do know how you feel. :D Especially if I'm doing something for someone (and moreso if it's paid for... oO)
I'll have that marker piece mailed today, btw.
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My willpower almost failed me three or four times though... I'd start reading the first paragraph then say, "NO! I have to get to work!!"
Ha! I can totally see you doing that and it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Yeah, the pronouns were needed, and I think they don't stand out to much - not the way a repeated name would. Writing it, however, I was like, I've typed 'she' a thousand times in the last two minutes.'
Yeah, usually I like what I'm writing when I'm writing it and after I post in, but that almost finished, pre-submit time I kinda freak out a little bit.
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Now, that aside... well, daaaamn! What a lovely, HOT treat to read in the morning. That bit where she's guiding him back to the bed almost melted me into a pile of smoldering nymph goo on the floor. Deliciousness fo' so'!
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Thank you muchly! I found it hot while writing, but I always wonder if other people will have the same reaction.
A pile of smoking goo was exactly what I was going for. Thanks so much!
(also, do you have im? Because I just read hellsing manga volume 3, and I'd love to talk about it with someone who also has an insane Alucard x Integra perspective.)
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A life? What's that like?