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Self-Control	By : Silverone Category: +S to Z > Samurai Deeper Kyo Views: 4521 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Samurai Deeper Kyo, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Self-Control
Rating: NC-17 (Lemon and slight Language)
Warnings: PWP containing yaoi, references to het and self-love. Also possible OOC for Kyo and slight, slight spoilers for the series if you know where to look.
Pairings: Kyo/Kyoshiro and references to KyoxYuya and KyoshiroxYuya.
Summary: One night, Kyo comes to a disturbing conclusion about his connection with Kyoshiro.
Notes: This is mostly based off the anime as I�ve seen al it, it, and I�m only up to volume 8 of the manga. Also, I mean no disrespect to the KyoxYuya pairing.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or this series.
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The heat of the night was thick and cloying, causing the sweat to bead on Kyo�s skin. It made hisono ono unbearable, as loose as it was. Sleep was almost impossible, even for him. He glanced around the room, thankful that it was his and his alone for the night. Though, Yuya, or as he called her, the wench, had sure thrown a fit about spending the extra money on him. Too bad, she should be grateful that he allowed her to remain by his side, as big a hindrance as she was.
He had needed the time away from that annoying group, or else he was going to slit some throats. Besides the wench�s constant harping, there was the added and unwanted company of the others. Okuni, of Izumi, was just as bad as Yuya, but instead of shrill nagging, the so called priestess clung to him, acting more like a whore then a holy woman. It got on his nerves. Whores were for pleasure, not company. Not that he needed company.
The men of the group were really no better companions either. Benitora and Yukimura both had the bad habit of yapping for hours on end and didn�t appreciate the meaning of silence. Benitora himself was weak and if not for the occasional amusement he provided, wouldn�t be worth Kyo�s time. As for Yukimura Sanada� Kyo hated people who weren�t straightforward and honest. Until they finally fought, the general meant nothing to him.
Which only left little Sasuke. He might shape up to be an admirable warrior and right now had the energy and vigor of youth which the samurai secretly found very pleasing. Wherein lay another of Kyo�s problems. The boy remained him too much of Hotoru and Akira. Akira�s fierce loyalty and Ho�s n�s need to be the best there was� It was painful in its own way, and at times, the boy was hard for the samurai to be around.
Thus, he chose to be alone for tonight. And it was quite the fitting room to have all to himself. Large, spacious, with some rather attractive artwork. It appeared that the innkeeper had rather refined tastes, and also a taste in the exotic. The large mirror in the room attested to that. It was full-length and appeared to be western in make. It kept drawing Kyo�s attention, like a drawn blade that gleamed in the moonlight.
Restless, he got up from his position on the floor and left Muramasa leaning against the wall. He walked over to it, observing the figure who stared back at him. He instantly felt a surge of disgust rise up with in him.
//Not me. That isn�t my body.//
You could hardly tell it was even him. The only real differences were slight and many couldn�t distinguish them right away. The crimson eyes, which were his name sake. And teeth that seemed like the fangs of some horrible beast. Plus, far better taste in clothing, as could be attested to by the rich silk the samurai insisted on wearing. Otherwise though, this body was certainly not his.
Tiring of the feeling of heat in his limbs, Kyo untied his obi and slowly let the kimono slide off his shoulders. He easily removed the rest of his garments, and stood bare, feeling a slight coolness now, but it wasn�t much. He looked in the mirror, now forced to contemplate the fact, that all things aside, he and Kyoshiro were almost identical. He ran his hand down his sides, stopping at his hips. Their builds were almost the same, but Kyoshiro�s had diminished slightly because of his soft lifestyle.
//Weakling.//

He crossed his arms and glared at the reflection in annoyance. �You�re not even here, and you are still annoying me. Yet, at the same time, you are here, which pisses me off even more, because you aren�t even doing anything.� As long as he was trapped in the body, he�d never truly be alone. All the more reason to get his own body back and kill Kyoshiro.
�And as if that wench would ever let me forget.� He hissed to himself, still disgusted by the fact that girl wouldn�t let go of Kyoshiro. He never knew who she really cared about, him or that bastard. It really made him angry and he didn�t know why.
It wasn�t as if he wanted her or anything. It wasn�t as if he was attracted to her. At best he could fantasize about her mouth doing much better things then yapping at him, like pleasuring him. Almost unconsciously, he slide his hand down between his legs, and began to stroke his length, which quickly responded to his ministrations.
He moaned to himself, imagining all the delightful things that wench could be doing for him, instead of annoying him. Things that made her far less annoying. As his mind filled with these thoughts, his heavily lidded eyes glanced at the mirror and the sight was like being splashed with cold water.
//This isn�t my body. I�ve been touching his body, not mine.//

The truly sick perversity of the siion ion was just hitting him. It was sick and it was, strangely pleasing. All the possibilities that suddenly sprang into his mind caused Kyo to smirk. Maybe it was time to send out a call to his unwelcome companion.
�Kyoshiro. Are you there? Come out, come out where ever you are.� There was playfulness to his voice, which caused Kyoshiro�s reply to sound rather cautious.

�Kyo? What is it?�

Kyo�s smile only grew as he contemplated all the fun he was about to have. If only he had thought of this sooner�
�I thought I should let you in on a little plan of mine.� Noting the silence, Kyo continued on. �Since I�m trapped in your body, I figured I�m going to do with it as I please.� He could feel a satisfying wave of dread sweep through Kyoshiro�s consciousness.

�So? You already do what you please.� The voice was trying to unsuccessfully hide its fear.
�Yeah, but what I�m about to do time does concern you.� Kyo�s voice was seductive as he reached down to stroke tnce nce more active member.

�Kyo! What are you�� The voice changed into a strangled cry as Kyo gave the length a squeeze.
�I�m putting you in your place. I�m showing you that even in your body, I�m still the best.�

�Kyo, Stop It! Oh� Stop�� Kyo laughed, not stopping, his eyes now closed.
�So weak, Kyoshiro. I figured you�d be stronger then this. Maybe I�m giving you what you want.� Kyoshiro merely whimpered, obviously unable to respond. �Good boy. Just be quiet and let me drive.� His hand was moving faster as he felt the orgasm building within him. Suddenly, he could feel a slipping sensation, the same feeling he got whenever Kyoshiro sank deep with in his mind.
�No, you don�t.� Kyo concentrated on keeping his other self there. He wouldn�t be denied his victory. �You�re staying. Besides, I thought you wanted to be awake and not buried in there.� The other consciousness filled with despair at its obvious entrapment. Well, at least Kyoshiro wanted to think it was despair. But, how could anyone resist a physical sensation they hadn�t felt in months?
Kyo was now fully involved in the task. Up until now, he hadn�t been able to enjoy himself because of how much he hated Kyoshiro. But, right now� He knew he was coming close to a victory. And suddenly it felt as if he exploded.
He could feel the come running of his hand and his consciousness running with Kyoshiro�s. His eyes blinked open and glanced into the mirror, only to see blue instead of red. Rage filled the samurai. He was losing! Quickly, he forced his eyes closed, and worked hard, as hard as he could to push Kyoshiro back down. After a difficult struggle, he felt himself coming out on top once more.
Collapsing to his knees, he looked in the mirror, seeing feral red eyes, just as it should be. �Kyoshiro�� His voiced rasped weakly, but there was no response. He felt thankful that the other wasn�t there, to see his�
What he lacked. What was now utterly clear to the samurai. He may have been the master, but it was in name only. He would never truly own this body or Kyoshiro. Not as he was. Only when he was the master of himself once more, only then could he then truly dominate Kyoshiro and prove that he was superior. Only then would his power be supreme.

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The End.
I know, pretty pointless. I just thought about the fact that they share the same body, which makes the possibilities endless.
I�m also sure that many yaoi fan girls have thought of the possibility of Kyo and Kyoshiro.
Plus, there is the fact that Kyo needs to defeat Kyoshiro so that in his mind he can prove himself. I know that a part of Kyo�s character is that he believes it must be a fight to the death, but still� This is fan fiction, so�
Also, lastly there is a part in the anime *spoiler* where Yuya tries to kiss Kyo and he pushes her away harshly. He doesn�t say why exactly, but I assume it�s because he can�t bare the thought of being with her unless it�s in his own body.
Those are the elements that inspired this story.
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