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+S to Z › Samurai Deeper Kyo
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Adult +
Chapters:
3
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1,972
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1
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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.
Two Accidents
Title: Two Accidents
Fandom: Samurai Deeper Kyo
Pairing: AkiraxBontenmaru, slight mentions of BonxKyo
Rating: Hard R
Disclaimer: I do not own the series or these characters.
Summary: The start of a strange pattern.
Notes: I swear one of these will be more graphic. Eventually.
The first time had been an accident on Bontenmaru's part. Akira had been trying to get in his face, much the same way as Kyo did, up close and personal, body just inches away from his, though he was much too short to make it work. It made the old samurai reckless enough to pull Akira close, close enough that he was pressing against him, and close enough to feel just how excited he was.
Akira did not balk, but there was a slight ripple of recognition across his face and a tremor of embarrassment that no else could have noticed. Save for Bon. He didn't step away though and continued to stand his ground, the set of his jaw saying more than those hidden, unseeing eyes ever could. When Bontenmaru's fingers slowly brushed across his cheek, Akira remained stock still at first, then gradually leaned in and the older man had known that the boy wasn't going to stop him.
That's what had scared him so much about that first time: the way Akira just accepted everything in a way that Kyo never would have. In fact, he did more than accept; Akira clung to him, eager and desperate. Hell, it probably had been Akira's first time, since Bontenmaru doubted that he had spent those four years thinking about anything other than Kyo. It definitely wasn't the last though.
The next time had started out a little more harmless. He'd been feeling aches in his back from over extending himself, but had not complained, wishing to hide his age. Instead, he'd waited until he was alone to let out a satisfying groan of pain, only to find out that he wasn’t alone. He couldn't remember what sarcastic, cutting remark Akira had made about his weakness, because suddenly he'd felt a pair of strong hands start kneading his back and had fallen into a blissful silence. There was nothing suspicious about the situation, save for the fact that Akira had chosen to do it. Back in the day, the Four Emperors had done such favors for each other, usually after losing to one another in some contest. The situation had felt familiar and comfortable until Akira started laying kisses on his neck.
He had been quiet for the first few minutes, which seemed to encourage Akira, who deepened the kisses, to the point of leaving marks that didn't fade until a few days later. When he'd finally tried to reach behind him and stop Akira, the boy had made his move, sliding his hands around front, making his "massage" much deeper than before. Try as he might, it hadn't been long before Bontenmaru gave in; actually, he hadn't tried at all.
Those first two times set the rhythm for their other encounters together. Always innocuous at first, leading to some not so innocent acts. There always seemed to be either a dare or some form of subtle trickery involved. No one else seemed to be aware of any change between them, except for Kyo who was shocked when he noticed that Bon wasn't getting up in his face anymore.
Fandom: Samurai Deeper Kyo
Pairing: AkiraxBontenmaru, slight mentions of BonxKyo
Rating: Hard R
Disclaimer: I do not own the series or these characters.
Summary: The start of a strange pattern.
Notes: I swear one of these will be more graphic. Eventually.
The first time had been an accident on Bontenmaru's part. Akira had been trying to get in his face, much the same way as Kyo did, up close and personal, body just inches away from his, though he was much too short to make it work. It made the old samurai reckless enough to pull Akira close, close enough that he was pressing against him, and close enough to feel just how excited he was.
Akira did not balk, but there was a slight ripple of recognition across his face and a tremor of embarrassment that no else could have noticed. Save for Bon. He didn't step away though and continued to stand his ground, the set of his jaw saying more than those hidden, unseeing eyes ever could. When Bontenmaru's fingers slowly brushed across his cheek, Akira remained stock still at first, then gradually leaned in and the older man had known that the boy wasn't going to stop him.
That's what had scared him so much about that first time: the way Akira just accepted everything in a way that Kyo never would have. In fact, he did more than accept; Akira clung to him, eager and desperate. Hell, it probably had been Akira's first time, since Bontenmaru doubted that he had spent those four years thinking about anything other than Kyo. It definitely wasn't the last though.
The next time had started out a little more harmless. He'd been feeling aches in his back from over extending himself, but had not complained, wishing to hide his age. Instead, he'd waited until he was alone to let out a satisfying groan of pain, only to find out that he wasn’t alone. He couldn't remember what sarcastic, cutting remark Akira had made about his weakness, because suddenly he'd felt a pair of strong hands start kneading his back and had fallen into a blissful silence. There was nothing suspicious about the situation, save for the fact that Akira had chosen to do it. Back in the day, the Four Emperors had done such favors for each other, usually after losing to one another in some contest. The situation had felt familiar and comfortable until Akira started laying kisses on his neck.
He had been quiet for the first few minutes, which seemed to encourage Akira, who deepened the kisses, to the point of leaving marks that didn't fade until a few days later. When he'd finally tried to reach behind him and stop Akira, the boy had made his move, sliding his hands around front, making his "massage" much deeper than before. Try as he might, it hadn't been long before Bontenmaru gave in; actually, he hadn't tried at all.
Those first two times set the rhythm for their other encounters together. Always innocuous at first, leading to some not so innocent acts. There always seemed to be either a dare or some form of subtle trickery involved. No one else seemed to be aware of any change between them, except for Kyo who was shocked when he noticed that Bon wasn't getting up in his face anymore.