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Title: Blessed Rainy Day
Fandom: Saiyuki
Rating: R
Author:![[info]](https://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
redbrunja
Characters: Kougaiji & Yaone
Author’s Note: Written for the cinco de mayo holiday meme. Dedicated to![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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Fandom: Saiyuki
Rating: R
Author:
redbrunjaCharacters: Kougaiji & Yaone
Author’s Note: Written for the cinco de mayo holiday meme. Dedicated to
anat_astarte .Flag this messageSummary: “Think pure thoughts, he told himself. It’s a holy day.” Kougaiji tries not to think about what he can’t have, and fails miserably.
Kougaiji tilted his head back, the warm waters of the hot spring lapping about his body, the smooth rock supporting him.
Think pure thoughts, he told himself. It’s a holy day. Separated by five feet and the pathetic veil created by a weeping willow, Yaone submerged herself, and then rose again with a pleased gasp, brushing waterlogged hair off her forehead.
Kou’s mind turned from all the mistakes he’d made in the past year to Yaone, to Yaone’s skin, to Yaone’s pale... water-slick... skin.
He bit his lip so hard he tasted blood.
“This was so nice of the villagers, don’t you think?” she asked
“Hmm?” Kou managed.
“To let us borrow their hot springs,” she continued. Her back was to him, the long lines of her body broken up by the multitude of narrow fronds of weeping willow trailing between them.
You’re staring, Kou told himself, and managed to glare up at the sky for almost thirty seconds before his eyes were drawn back to the curves of her body like a loadstone.
“Did you know it was a holiday?” she asked, voice calm and curiously level, as if she was completely accustomed to being naked and five feet away from him.
“I did, actually,” Kou said, and his voice was thick. He hoped she’d credit it to the heat of the springs, instead of the heat of his thoughts.
“I like it,” she said musingly.
My thoughts? Kou stared down at his dusky hands, and did not think about how they would look gliding over Yaone’s fair skin. She was his apothecary, his employee. There was a horribly feasible voice in the back of his head telling him that those facts just made it easier, she was already his in so many ways, that she’d always looked at him with a certain light in her eyes– it would be so easy to take her.
The only thing that kept him from listening to that voice in his head was the fact that it sounded like his father. And Kougaiji would be many, many things but he would never be his father’s son to Yaone.
“A day dedicated to washing away bad karma,” she continued, unaware of how badly he wanted her, “I mean, I know it’s not that easy to wash away your sins, but still, it’s a nice thought.” Her voice had gone low and sad. She was thinking about things he’d never asked her about, he knew, and the sorrow in her voice almost broke his self control.
He could swim over, put a hand on her shoulder in solidarity, in companionship, and if she turned to him, if he pushed her back against the rock walls of the hot spring, one knee spreading her legs apart while he kissed her mouth and cupped her glorious breasts.....
No. He was not his father’s son. Not in this.
He thought of his mother, and the way she’d flinch some days. How whenever his father was in the same room as Rasetsunyo, she would always be three shades paler than normal and look like she was made of marble.
Kougaiji would never do that to anyone he loved.
“Lord Kougaiji?” Yaone asked, sounding concerned at his silence, and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw her start toward him, accompanied by the splash of water lapping at her body. “Are you all right?”
Her hands reached up to part the willow leaves, to slip through, and he spoke.
“We should probably get back,” he said roughly, and she froze. “It’s late.”
For a long moment she remained motionless, and then she lowered her hands.
“We still have to meet the town Patron for breakfast tomorrow, and I’d like to discuss a few things with that traveler staying with him,” he continued.
There was a pause.
“Of course, my Lord,” she said, and what was that odd tone in her voice?
She turned away, and Kou stared up at the steam rising up to meet the cold gaze of the stars as she rose from the springs. He heard water sluice off her body, the heavy sound of liquid being wrung out of her hair, and the soft shush as she wrapped a robe about herself.
“I’ll see you back at the camp,” she told him.
“That’s fine,” Kougaiji said distantly. Her footsteps faded away, and when he could hear nothing, when her aura had vanished, only a dim memory on the back of his tongue, he bowed to the pressures of his body.
Taking himself in hand, he thought of her, thought of wrapping his hand in her glorious violet hair, thought of tugging her head back and lavishing kissing along the column on her throat. He thought of her moving over him in the same purposeful way she moved in combat, thought of seeing her dark eyes hot with passion, thought of her tight around him, thought of her calling for him, saying his name, just his name, as if he were only a man, only her lover, only someone who was allowed to touch her.
It was with that thought that he climaxed, muffling his gasps, and prayed that the water would wash away his sins.
~~~
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Kougaiji tilted his head back, the warm waters of the hot spring lapping about his body, the smooth rock supporting him.
Think pure thoughts, he told himself. It’s a holy day. Separated by five feet and the pathetic veil created by a weeping willow, Yaone submerged herself, and then rose again with a pleased gasp, brushing waterlogged hair off her forehead.
Kou’s mind turned from all the mistakes he’d made in the past year to Yaone, to Yaone’s skin, to Yaone’s pale... water-slick... skin.
He bit his lip so hard he tasted blood.
“This was so nice of the villagers, don’t you think?” she asked
“Hmm?” Kou managed.
“To let us borrow their hot springs,” she continued. Her back was to him, the long lines of her body broken up by the multitude of narrow fronds of weeping willow trailing between them.
You’re staring, Kou told himself, and managed to glare up at the sky for almost thirty seconds before his eyes were drawn back to the curves of her body like a loadstone.
“Did you know it was a holiday?” she asked, voice calm and curiously level, as if she was completely accustomed to being naked and five feet away from him.
“I did, actually,” Kou said, and his voice was thick. He hoped she’d credit it to the heat of the springs, instead of the heat of his thoughts.
“I like it,” she said musingly.
My thoughts? Kou stared down at his dusky hands, and did not think about how they would look gliding over Yaone’s fair skin. She was his apothecary, his employee. There was a horribly feasible voice in the back of his head telling him that those facts just made it easier, she was already his in so many ways, that she’d always looked at him with a certain light in her eyes– it would be so easy to take her.
The only thing that kept him from listening to that voice in his head was the fact that it sounded like his father. And Kougaiji would be many, many things but he would never be his father’s son to Yaone.
“A day dedicated to washing away bad karma,” she continued, unaware of how badly he wanted her, “I mean, I know it’s not that easy to wash away your sins, but still, it’s a nice thought.” Her voice had gone low and sad. She was thinking about things he’d never asked her about, he knew, and the sorrow in her voice almost broke his self control.
He could swim over, put a hand on her shoulder in solidarity, in companionship, and if she turned to him, if he pushed her back against the rock walls of the hot spring, one knee spreading her legs apart while he kissed her mouth and cupped her glorious breasts.....
No. He was not his father’s son. Not in this.
He thought of his mother, and the way she’d flinch some days. How whenever his father was in the same room as Rasetsunyo, she would always be three shades paler than normal and look like she was made of marble.
Kougaiji would never do that to anyone he loved.
“Lord Kougaiji?” Yaone asked, sounding concerned at his silence, and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw her start toward him, accompanied by the splash of water lapping at her body. “Are you all right?”
Her hands reached up to part the willow leaves, to slip through, and he spoke.
“We should probably get back,” he said roughly, and she froze. “It’s late.”
For a long moment she remained motionless, and then she lowered her hands.
“We still have to meet the town Patron for breakfast tomorrow, and I’d like to discuss a few things with that traveler staying with him,” he continued.
There was a pause.
“Of course, my Lord,” she said, and what was that odd tone in her voice?
She turned away, and Kou stared up at the steam rising up to meet the cold gaze of the stars as she rose from the springs. He heard water sluice off her body, the heavy sound of liquid being wrung out of her hair, and the soft shush as she wrapped a robe about herself.
“I’ll see you back at the camp,” she told him.
“That’s fine,” Kougaiji said distantly. Her footsteps faded away, and when he could hear nothing, when her aura had vanished, only a dim memory on the back of his tongue, he bowed to the pressures of his body.
Taking himself in hand, he thought of her, thought of wrapping his hand in her glorious violet hair, thought of tugging her head back and lavishing kissing along the column on her throat. He thought of her moving over him in the same purposeful way she moved in combat, thought of seeing her dark eyes hot with passion, thought of her tight around him, thought of her calling for him, saying his name, just his name, as if he were only a man, only her lover, only someone who was allowed to touch her.
It was with that thought that he climaxed, muffling his gasps, and prayed that the water would wash away his sins.
~~~
Crossposted everywhere I could think of.
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I'm glad you found this hot.
Thanks for the comment!
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I'm not the biggest fan of Kougaiji, but I love toying with his family situation. You have to wonder what it was like growing up with this wonderful mother and then this horrible father and his bitchy concubine.
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You have to respect him for that, though. It must have sucked to live with that family, then end up getting sealed away and things.
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Yeah, I really doubt he relaxes much. Or ever.
You really have to give him credit for coming out of his privlaged, entitled upbringing with his father and still have this strong moral code and sense of fairplya that's recongizable as such.
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I could totally feel myself in Kou's head :D
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Also, I really like that icon.
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That was perfect. I can't do better, nor do I think I could do anything close to this perfect for them. *bows in awe* Gotta love those hot springs!
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Your review totally put a smile on my fact, and considering what you've written for this pairing.... I'm very, very thrilled you found it hot.
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Daaamn... when you get inspired you just go on a roll, don't you?
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I don't know if they were both reluctent - in my head at least, Yaone's sending 'come and get me' signals that Kou is missing totally, and then she'd not quite ready to jump him and be like, 'take me now, my Lord!'
Daaamn... when you get inspired you just go on a roll, don't you?
It's so much fun when that happens! You know how sometimes it just flows? I love it when that happens.
(also, miss Ii'm-always-on-im-because-i-have-no-life - I've yet to ever see you online. ^_^)
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Try it tonight after 9:30 pm. Trust me, I'll be on.
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So, do I just click on your buddy icon even though it says you're offline? *is new to im*
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Dude, I got your message last night. I was up until 1 am my time. When did you send it because I fell asleep about 1 am? Just so we can keep any time differences in line and all that...
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I totally spaced on the multiple time zones fact (plus I forgot about trying to contact you until way late.) I sent that message at about 11:30 my time, and I'm on Pacific coast time. Which timezone are you in?
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It was nice chatting a bit last night. I just remembered I'm gonna be going to a stripper show tonight. Not by choice. Honestly, I'm being dragged into it. I really don't wanna have guys shaking their man-junk over my drinks just to get me to stuff their G-strings with green paper. *shivers* God, I hope they're at least somewhat pretty to look at...
Anyway, i don't know how long this thing is gonna last, but if I see you on tonight I'll hit you up.
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Thank you! :::Beams with happiness and adds this to mems:::
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And yep, nothing like those hot springs. ^_^ Thank you for calling my pov work gorgous - I had a lot of fun writing from Kougaiji's perspective, and I'm trilling you found this hot and are putting it in memories.
You're very, very welcome!
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I'm glad you liked this. If you're interested in any of my other fanfic (I have a decent number of saiyuki) just hit the fanfic tag - it's all in there.
Great icon by the way.
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