One Shot Smut

Kougaiji stepped into the bathing fascility quietly, bare foot and alone for a change. The thin screen doors were left partially open to the changing area where his clothing lay folded neatly along with a few thick towels. Across the way was another set of these same doors, leading out into a botanical garden that offered a relaxing view when opened. All he wore at the moment was a dark blue silk robe that brushed against his bare skin. The sunken tub in the floor was already full of steaming water, designed to ease sore muscles and relieve bruised flesh. But, as usual when he came here, he wasn't going to use the bath for easing muscles. There was a much better way to do that.

This was because, as usual, he could feel heated eyes along his back, watching him from the partially open screen. He'd left it like that on purpose, knowing those eyes would be there. The eyes of a lover he could never touch. It was too risky for him to take more than a random partner to his bed. A serious lover would only give certain people more blackmail to use against him. He and his untouched lover both knew this.

And so, it had come to this little moment between them. It didn't happen every time he took a bath, as that would become too obvious to anyone else who might be watching them. Just every once in a while, when the fantasies at night weren't enough to cum by and the need to hear and see the other became too much to bear. It had been nearly four weeks since their last... encounter. The tension that had been building in them was almost painful. He didn't need to glance over his shoulder to make certain there was someone kneeling on the other side of the paper thin screen. Knowing those dark, heated eyes were already watching him eagerly was enough to make his cock jump into a half-masted position. He could just imagine how amazing they would look up close. It brought a heavy sigh from his throat over what could never happen. But, at least they had this together, no matter how brief it was.

Kougaiji smiled, but it wasn't the usual one he reserved for public. This was a smile for only his lover, one that said more clearly than any words 'enjoy the show'. Slowly, his back still to the screen, he undid the knot at his waist, his fingers rubbing the silk along his erection until a hiss escaped him and the fabric now tented around the hardness. It had been way too long since he'd last allowed himself this pleasure as well. There were too many unfriendly gazes watching, waiting for a time to humiliate him in some form. He knew his lover was always vigilant in watching his back. His lover would give him plenty of notice if someone unexpected decided to interupt his 'bath'.

The silk slid down the muscles in his shoulders, moving cooly along his spine as he slowly lowered the material, casting that same teasing smile over his shoulder at the soft sound that came from behind the screen. The dark shape through the screen shifted a little, hands moving in such a way as he knew his lover was loosening clothing. Heat scorched through him and made him bite his lip to keep from thinking about his lover's hands and where they would be going, what they would be touching. Touching what he never could, what he wanted desperately to. The steam from the sunken bath continued to rise in the air, dampening the fabric and coating his skin so that he couldn't tell if he was sweating or if it was just air moisture. His robe continued it's descent to the floor, pooling slowly around his ankles as he revealed himself inch by inch to the eyes waiting to feast on his flesh. He held onto it by the merest curving of fingertips for a few teasing seconds before letting it drop completely. It quickly got kicked away from the tub's edge. He'd been smart this time, having learned from past mistakes, and stretched the towel he'd carried in out on the floor before kneeling on it, his profile to the screen with a perfect view of his near-erection.

Kougaiji watched his lover out of the corner of his eye as he licked one fingertip slowly before trailing it down his throat, shivering at the soft scratching of a single claw tickling across heat sensitized skin. He groaned softly, heard an even softer mimicry of that same sound as he rubbed across one nipple, using little circular motions of his damp fingertip to twist the heat in his stomach tighter. His head tipped back and his hair trailed down his back and across his bare ass as he continued to tease himself, switching from one hardened tip to the other and using only light touches to send burning pulses through his nerves. His eyes remained slitted open, watching the shadowed figure on the other side of the thin screen. He could see movement in the arms and shoulders, saw one hand press against the white panel as another gasp came from his lover. The partition between them couldn't disguise his lover's movements, and it was enough to draw an excited groan from his throat as blood surged into his cock, arousing him quickly and painfully.

His lover stopped, watching with hitched breathing as one of his hands moved down his bare chest, exploring the hard curves of muscle and flesh that formed his lower stomach, pausing to stroke lean thighs that were just as darkly tanned as the rest of his skin. He continued to tease both himself and those watchful eyes, sliding his fingers down almost to his knees before dragging the claws up his thighs again hard enough to leave delicious little welts. Each time he got closer and closer to where he intended to finish, and each time he withdrew there was a slightly impatient gasp from behind the screen.
The first whispers of fingertips on his cock made his lips part in a shuddering gasp, his free hand curling into the towel underneath him briefly before he stretched out on his back with his legs lowered completely, giving an even clearer view of his body. Dear gods, it had been far too long since they'd done this! It was like lust could take the form of lightening to pierce through his body in blinding bursts of need. But even as he closed his hand around himself, sliding upward in one long stroke, he was seeing different hands on his body. The hands of his lover, which would never have the chance to touch him so long as there were people that would use their relationship as a way of tormenting him. Neither of them would allow that to happen.

And so, this was all they had, these moments that they stole as best they could. His hands working himself for his lover, his back arching with each light scratch of claws to his cock and balls. He hissed, biting his lower lip hard enough to taste blood as his hips jerked hard into his hand and his back spasmed off the floor in sharp bursts. Fluids leaked at the tip, smeared under his palm and down his shaft, his free hand curling tight enough through the towels that his claws broke through and scraped against the warm stone floor. His rhythme increased as did the pressure around his cock, and judging by the quickly cut off sounds from behind the screen, his lover was edging close to climax as well.

Kougaiji rocked hard into his hand, thumb teasing the slit on every other stroke, working the heat harder and faster through his body until it was all he could think about. His free hand dipped down to roll his balls carefully, and lower to stroke the area between, dragging two entwined groans out into the steamed air. Sweat slipped down his skin and gave it a soft sheen in the faint sunlight through the screen wall opposite him. It was all he could do to keep his eyes slitted open to watch from the corner of his eye the figure at the other screen. Claws scraped against the firm paper, a harsh sound that fit well with the labored breathing. His lover's hand was working hard, faster than his own. He watched the shadows rock back and forth, darker toward the screen and lighter as the curved back dipped away. He knew this was a sign his lover was close, and so he sped his own strokes up, gasping as each swift pull flooded him with more and more sensation until he couldn't keep his back to the floor, arching it with his heels dug in to support the position.

The tightness was winding him higher and higher with each hard stroke, liquid pearling freely at the head of his cock. His balls were tight in his hand as he continued to roll them, the rapid rising and falling of his chest aiding to thrust his hips harder into his hand. Almost there... he could feel it start low in his balls... it pressed the tightness downward from his stomach until everything was concentrated in the base of his throbbing cock and ready to blow. Gods, he could smell his lover's sweat and desire like it was on his own skin. How he wished it could be. He would give almost anything to feel those lips on his body, taste the sweat coated skin with his own tongue. He wanted nothing more than to feel those hands on him, stroking and encouraging him right to the very edge of orgasm...

It was the quickly choked back cry and the sight of his lover's back arching forward against the screen before sliding down in an unstrung heap that was his undoing. Kougaiji gasped and quickly bit back anything louder than that sound, shuddering as his seed shot from his cock, blessed waves of relief and pleasure riding through his body. It seemed to go on forever as he continued to wring every last drop of ecstasy he could from this encounter, his stomach and chest splattered over in his seed. Lips parted, he let out a harsh breath, followed quickly by another as he took his sticky hand away from his limp cock, back spasming still from the intensity of that climax. Slowly, unwilling really to move yet but knowing that their time now was very limited, Kougaiji swung his legs over the side of the tub and simply dropped down into the water, unable to move more than it took for that. Little white spots still ate at his vision as he tried to focus now on the task of cleaning up instead of the warm, tingling sensations of a near-overwhelming orgasm.

He washed himself and listened to the undone groan from behind the screen and the movement that meant his lover had finally recovered as well and was now starting to set things back in order. Kougaiji lingered for a few moments longer to give his lover a little more time alone. Once he could see that shadowed figure was standing again, as if at attention, he finally got out of the tub, water sluishing down his body in warm streams. He tossed the towel with his seed on it into the hamper by the entrance and retied his robe around himself after wringing his long hair out in the tub. Double checking that everything was taken care of, he opened the sliding screen across from the bath that would allow fresh air to enter and take away the scent of sex that clung to the steam. He ran his hands down his thighs, shivering at the soft, cool silk rubbing against his still sensitive skin, before stepping back into the adjoining room.

His lover glanced at him, cheeks still flushed from earlier activities. Kougaiji snuck in one last heated look, which in turn made those dark eyes spark with answered lust. How he wished things weren't so complicated so that he could see those eyes look at him like that openly. Unfortunately, that would never happen. His lover would remain forever untouched by him, physically at least. Deep down, though, he knew they would always be together. Words didn't need to be spoken for that to be fact. He walked by and began gathering his clothing and extra towels to take into the private changing area.

"Thank you, Yaone," he said as he paused, hoping she would catch the meaning in those simple words. He was thanking her for more than just watching his back this one time. It was a thanks for her understanding and acceptance of their situation, as well as the love he knew she bore for him. It was all he could give her without risking too much of her.

Yaone smiled, tipping her head down to hide the crimson stained cheeks he knew would be there as she said softly, "It was my pleasure, my lord."

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A/N: What, you were expecting Dokugakuji? Yeah, maybe later. Yaone was griping that I don't give her enough sex. Can I help it if boys are more fun to play with?

Anyway, the inspiration for this little smut fest was a picture my dear friend Shinigami's Wrath drew of Kougaiji. He was wearing a blue robe and tossing the most 'come-fuck-me' face I've ever seen over his shoulder. She's not a big yaoi fan, and nearly flipped out on me when she thought Kou's lover was a guy. But, no worries there, I converted her. She even did her final thesis paper in English on it!

So... thanks to the people who read the first, and hugs for those that reviewed. That was my first smut fic ever, so it feels good to know it went down well. Haha... went down. God, I'm such a pervert.