One Shot Smut

As always, it was polite between them. Everything was always polite when they were around each other. Neither of them knew any other way to be, and so it was no surprise that this particular aspect of their relationship should be any different. Yaone knew her cheeks were burning red while her breath was held in anticipation. She knew he was about to kiss her, and the realization of his intent made her dizzy. She leaned back against the towering maple tree, her lips parted as her breath left in little, shakey puffs. Hakkai was leaning into her, one hand pressed against the tree by the bare skin of her shoulder while the other trailed slowly from the bend of her elbow down to her wrist.

Their fingers touched softly, uncertain at first but growing more confident when their mutual response was established. Yaone felt her lips curve briefly into the barest of smiles, her entire body thrumming when their fingers entwined and their palms met. She heard the faintest whisper of her name, the sound brushed across her lips in a gentle caress of air. His eyes were half closed but she could still see an edge of bright green. Hakkai had lovely eyes, and she loved nothing better than to see them as they were now; intense with need and yet nervous in expressing that need. She angled her head just a little, the movement causing their breaths to mingle. Their noses touched, lips just the faintest fraction of an inch away from meeting entirely. Gods... she wanted his mouth so badly!

"Yaone," Hakkai whispered so softly that if he hadn't been as close as he was to her she wouldn't have heard him. She used their twined hands to steer him just a little bit closer than before, bringing their chests together. When she shifted from one leg to the other, it caused their thighs to touch and very nearly made her groan at the feel of worn khaki brushing against the bare portion of her thighs. Hakkai's eyes closed and a little puff of air escaped as his fingers tightened around hers just a little more confidently. "Yaone.. may I kiss you?" Their lips were so close now that the question seemed almost irrelevent, his words brushing their mouthes together in the barest of touches.

Yaone nodded, not trusting herself to find the words to tell him she wanted nothing more. The first real meeting of their lips was delicate, barely there before he retreated just enough to stare into her half closed eyes. At the little protesting sound she made, he returned again placing several of those tender kisses to her lips. She counted six of them, and each one twisted the heat that was forming in her stomach hotter and tighter. When he made as if to reluctantly pull away from her, she moved toward him and initiated yet another series of kisses. Three more and then she shyly touched her tongue to his lips, the urge to actually taste him overwhelming any sense of propriety. Hakkai let out a soft groan, a sound that told her just how much he enjoyed that light flick of her tongue before she felt his own responding. She parted her lips and sucked in a deep breath through her nose when his tongue entered her mouth, swirling around her own eagerly.

Any uncertainty or shyness immediately fell away as they both groaned, her free arm circling his neck to keep him in place as he began to kiss her more urgently. She welcomed each thrust of his tongue with an almost helpless abandon, the heat bursting from her stomach to flood her entire system with the need for him. His touch, his hands, his body... everything that was him. Hakkai released her other hand as the kiss deepend further, his own arms circling her to finally bring their bodies together snugly. Yaone gasped and bit her lower lip when his mouth moved lower, hungrily nipping and sucking a path down her jaw and to her neck as she curled herself into him in order to return the action. She arched her back against the tree and moaned low in her throat as their hips shifted together restlessly. His mouth and tongue continued to explore her neck and the area just beneath her ear, his breathing a little more labored but his hands more insistent. Her moan turned to a startled cry as one of his hands moved from her hip up to her breast, his fingers reaching into the tight leather to pinch her nipple just sharp enough to send an electric zing of pleasure directly between her legs.

Yaone almost fell to the forest floor as Hakkai suddenly backed away from her, eyes still glazed over with passion while his cheeks burned with embarassment. Cool air washed over her naked breast and across the tightened tip. "I'm sorry," he gasped, covering his eyes with one hand before running that same hand back through his short hair. "God, Yaone... I am so sorry! I shouldn't have... I mean, I..." His words faded off as he glanced away from her, too overwhelmed by his actions to look her in the face. She knew what he was thinking; he was mortified at having quite literally groped her in the middle of a forest, shocked that he'd so easily done such a thing, and afraid that she would take it badly that he did. He mistook her cry for one of discontent, not pleasure.

She understood this... but she didn't want him to stop. Her own blush riding high in her cheeks, Yaone stepped toward him and ignored how he flinched a little as she tilted his chin up with one hand. When he was finally looking at her again, she smiled... and replaced his other hand firmly to her breast. Hakkai's eyes widened in shock at the brazen gesture, but it was short lived before he was pushing her up against the tree again and attacking her lips with a forceful hunger that had her panting before his fingers returned to what they had been doing.

This time when she gasped into his mouth, he knew it was because of pleasure. His clever finers went to work, pinching and rubbing across her nipple in just such a way that it caused her hips to respond by gyrating into his in slow, sensual circles. Oh, God... God, did this feel so good! Her arms circled his neck again, her fingers twining into his hair. Such wonderfully soft hair, completely free of any salon product other than shampoo and perhaps conditioner. She caught his lower lip gently between her teeth as she brought a thigh between his and rocked upward into the hardness of his groin.

Hakkai broke away from the kiss with a sharp gasp, his eyes fever bright with passion. His gaze raked down her body, watching as she repeated the movement and applied pressure to the erection straining against worn brown fabric. "Is this... Are you certain you..."

"Hakkai," she interupted, surprised at the husky quality to her voice. Slowly, she trailed her fingers down the chains holding her top in place and unfastened them. Her breasts immediately fell free and the sight of them made him groan before he was on his knees before her. His mouth latched onto one darkened tip while his hand entertained the other. The sharp little pinches, the gentles suction intermingled with the press of his teeth... it was almost too much. Yaone caught her lower lip between her teeth to keep from voicing anything louder than a desire filled sigh of sound, her fingers tangling into his dark hair again in order to keep him there. Her knees gave out and he was suddenly holding her hips up while his mouth switched breasts and began teasing the other one.

Heat... raw, uncivilized passion... It burned through her and pooled low in her stomach. She didn't care that his companions were somewhere nearby. She didn't care that they were in a wide open space, where anyone could possibly see them. What mattered was him and how amazing that mouth of his was. Yaone arched against the tree, her hips pressing against the firm grip he maintained on them. He released her breast from his mouth, flicking his tongue out to tease the overly sensitive nub that was now a dark pink from his attention. Hakkai turned his gaze up to her, his eyes nearly black with need. She leaned forward and down, kissing him hard as he pulled her down until she was kneeling with her legs spread to either side of his.

She didn't realize what she was doing until the heard the tell-tale popping of buttons and cords being jerked free. Yaone sat back, her hips freezing in their circular motion against his, and stared in horror at where she'd literally ripped his outer tunic wide open. "Oh... I didn't mean to..."

Hakkai stopped her words with a hungry growl of sound, crashing his lips against hers once more as he finished pulling the tunic off and roughly shoving it aside. Yaone leaned into him when one of his hands pressed up her spine, her breasts rubbing against the soft cotton of his under shirt. She could feel him through the clothing, feel the thin, wirey-strong frame she was impatient to get her hands on. Hakkai pushed her up against the tree again and she hissed as the bark dug painfully into her back.

He drew back, panting hard, and blinked a few times in confusion as she winced and reached over her shoulder to feel the scratches on her back. They weren't bleeding, but she knew she'd have to be very careful about exposing her shoulders for a few days. His eyes flickered to the tree and realization blossomed across his features. "Are you alright?" he asked quickly, worry heavy in his tone. "I didn't hurt you too badly did I?"

Yaone shook her head and kissed him once to reassure him that everything was fine. Smiling, she removed the leather that barely covered her, blushing as his hands tightened around her waist at the sight of her completely nude upper body. She reached around him for his discarded tunic, slipping it on and leaving it open in the front. "There," she said softly, caressing his cheek before her fingers slid upward. The bandana tied around his forehead came off as she hooked her fingers into it, letting it drop behind him in favor of raking her hand through his hair.

Hakkai smiled and tilted his head just enough so that his lips touched the bend of her elbow and began pressing light kisses down toward her shoulder. This time when her back met the tree, there was soft material to prevent the scratches from digging their way into her back. Yaone moaned into his mouth when he reclaimed her lips, her hands working to pull his shirt up. She wanted to feel his skin on hers, wanted to feel the way his muscles shifted and pulsed against her body. She wasn't at all prepared for him to grab her wrists, stopping her effectively from removing his shirt. "Hakkai?"

He wouldn't look at her, turning his face away as his eyes closed tightly. He was trembling, she could feel it through the grip on her wrists. Yaone was puzzled, and concerned, over his behavior. Whatever was troubling him had to do with her wanting to remove his shirt. Slowly, she uncurled her fingers from the lower hem, letting it fall back in place. His hands were still wrapped around her wrists as she moved her palms upward over the cotton fabric, pressing in to feel the muscles she wanted to. She didn't want to hurt him, not for anything in the world. While she didn't fully understand what was bothering him, she wouldn't press the issue. Especially not at this point in time, and certainly not in this place. It took him a few breaths before he relaxed again, the shivers slowly receding as he finally opened his eyes and cast her a grateful look.

"Thank you," he murmured, cupping her cheek and running his thumb over her lips. It was the most heartfelt thanks she'd ever received in her entire life, those two words brimming over with a relief she couldn't begin to understand quite yet.

She smiled and nodded once to him, acknowledging his words before running her hand down his clothed chest again. Her fingers slipped between his stomach and his belt, asking permission without words if she might continue exploring him further south than his chest. Hakkai's response was to kiss her and to undo the belt around his hips himself. She took over from there, sliding the zipper down with very little resistance due to how broken in the material was. She hesitated again with her fingers tracing the top of his boxers, nervous and excited at the same time. He wasn't going to encourage or discourgage her either way here, she knew that. He was too polite to voice his desire, but he wouldn't tell her to stop if she decided to continue.

Yaone took a deep breath through her nose, preparing herself for probably one of the most bold actions she'd ever taken in her entire life. Past experience with men in general... well, there weren't too many and none of them were particularly remarkable. Hakkai was unlike any other man she'd ever been attracted to. He was just as nervous as she was, just as uncertain... and also just as polite. Neither of them wanted to risk offending the other, and that was the problem. She was very afraid if she told him exactly what she wanted he would look at her like she was a freak and leave. It had happened before, so it was logical to assume that it might happen again. But... Hakkai was too kind to ever say something like that. She knew this, and it was what finally pushed through the boundaries of propriety and allowed her to do exactly what she wanted to.

She reached down into his boxers, gripping his cock and squeezing gently, just as she chased his retreating tongue with her own. He felt good in her hand, the skin an incredibly soft contrast to the solid firmness beneath. Her thumb circled across his head, rubbing the small pearling of fluid around before she twisted her hand downward and back up. The corkscrew motion of her hand caused his fingers to dig hard into her hips, most likely leaving bruises in her pale skin. The boldness of her actions set off a chain reaction within him. At first, Hakkai's eyes flew open, meeting hers from such a small distance away. He was shocked, but it quickly dissipated in a bright flash of... lust. There was nothing in that look that was human, or could be termed 'making love'. It was evident in the way his hips pushed hard into her grip, the way he shoved her hard into the tree and the little growling noises that moved from his mouth to hers as their kiss became just a little more desperate.

Yaone felt the give of leather as he quickly peeled her one piece suit down and off, leaving her completely nude and too overwhelmed emotionally to register this fact. Her legs circling his waist were still covered in bright white stockings and her mouth strained against his while her hand began to move faster, her grip tightening as an automatic reflex to the increased motion. Hakkai broke away from the kiss, gasping and panting with his forehead pressed to her shoulder as his hips jerked with each slide of her hand. "Slow down... please," he choked out. "God... "

She did more than that. She stopped completely and started to unwrap her fingers from his cock, mortified to the point of almost wanting to cry. He hadn't liked it... She'd wanted to pleasure him, and he hadn't liked it. Oh, Gods... She gasped when his hand flashed out and grabbed her wrist, stopping her from removing her hand from him. Hakkai spoke with his face pressed to her neck, his mouth whispering just beneath her ear in gentle, reassuring tones. "It's been a while for me. I'm not... as controled... as I used to be, and your hands are just... They're too perfect."

Slowly, she curled her fingers around him again, her pulse speeding up at his words and the fact that he thought her hands were 'too perfect'. She began a slower rhythme, taking her time to reach lower and roll his balls gently. Hakkai shivered and nipped her neck before licking the spot he'd lightly marked. The frantic need was beginning to build up again, having momentarily lost its way when she'd lost her slowly growing confidence. He was still clothed almost entirely while she was almost completely naked to his wandering hands. He explored every inch of her he could get, his palms rubbing across her breasts, his fingers massaging the base of her spine before slipping to her hips to encourage their rolling motion into his own. He spread his fingers as wide as he could, covering her thighs almost entirely, before moving them from her knees upward.

Yaone's startled cry caused birds to take flight over head when he touched her there. His thumb first, finding the little bundle of nerves she knew very well from both anatomy text books and first hand explorations. The coil of heat in her stomach finally ruptured, melting that warmth into her hips and where he was touching her. His palm cupped her while his thumb continued to move in small circles that were making her numb to everything else except the pleasure. She shuddered, her head dropping back against the tree and allowing him to kiss, suck, bite and lick anywhere he wanted on her throat. Her hips pistoned hard into his hand, demanding more of that action. He was more than glad to comply.

Hakkai pushed two fingers into her, the sudden press of something foreign entering her body causing her to clamp around it eagerly. There was a slight pain with the stretching, but it was a good kind of pain, the type where she would feel it tomorrow and know it was entirely worth it. It felt good, and was what she'd wanted... but this was usually where the fun stopped for her. Once the male partner began any sort of thrusting, be it with hands or bodies, the pleasure they'd teased and aroused her with so wonderfully before began to fade away. It was almost as if her body couldn't make up its mind. It wanted them inside her, but once there... what did she do with them? She was expecting the same with Hakkai, but this time she would gladly accept the disappointment, if only because she knew how much he truly did want to please her.

She wasn't at all prepared for him to twist his fingers around and curl them just slightly, hitting something inside her that made her body tense up and eyes widen in surprise at the new wave of arousal that took over. Oh... dear, God! What was he doing? Yaone moaned, the hand still wrapped around his cock stroking faster of its own accord. She heard him chuckle lightly against her shoulder as he repeated the movement, his thumb joining in the assault by rubbing against her again. Yaone grabbed a handful of his hair hard, uncaring now about anything that had to do with politely asking him to kiss her again. She forced her tongue into his mouth hard, completely in the grip of the desire he was pouring through her. Each curling press of his fingers inside her, each circular massage of his thumb outside, each eager thrust of his cock into her hand... She could understand now how people could become addicted to sex.

The need was almost blindingly intense now. She rode his hand with eager abandonment, uncaring of who could hear them just so long as he didn't stop. The pleasure was gathering into a tight knot low in her stomach, winding tighter and tighter in a very familiar way. The sensation of pre-orgasm was one she normally only experienced when taking care of things herself. How Hakkai knew exactly how and where to touch her was a mystery to her, seeing as every other man in her limited experience had failed miserably in comparison. Her entire body was shaking with want for him, her mouth hungry for any piece of him she could get. Hakkai was gasping with every other breath, the sound punctuated with little groans and unintelligible words of awe and desire. His free hand grasped the back of her head, fingers curling into her hair hard enough that the sting cut through the pleasure briefly before mingling in to create an all new wonderful sensesation.

Yaone met his gaze, so dark and so needy with each squeeze of her hand. Sweat dampened his chocolate colored hair, turning it to a color of darkly roasted coffee like the kind he prefered to drink. They watched each other as the continued to tease, torment and push the other further toward climax, testing to see how much they could take and who would blow first. Yaone sucked in a sharp breath as the angle of his fingers shifted, pressing hard on that spot and (in her opinion) cheating in order to bring her to orgasm first. Her eyes closed, head dropped back against the tree, back arching into his hand. Oh, Gods...

And then he stopped, his wicked fingers going still inside her. What... Why did he... It took her several frustratingly pleasurable seconds of gasping air into her lungs and slowly slipping from that near mindless state of bliss before she could open her eyes again. A little whine left her throat as tried to move on his hand again, adding a extra squeeze to his cock to encourage him to finish what was started. "Hakkai... please," she begged, her voice lower and more than brimming over with lust. "Don't stop... please, don't stop!"

Hakkai leaned in and kissed her quickly, a look of sheer masculine pride crossing his face at her pleading for him to keep going. "I will, if that's what you want," he answered, removing his hand from her hair to drag it down her neck. He traced the contours of her collar bone and moved lower, his lips following the path his hand was taking. Yaone moaned and held him to her when he pressed light, teasing kisses to her breast, his hand finally moving between them to where her hand was still wrapped around him. She blinked as he unwrapped her fingers from his heated flesh, bringing her other arm up so that she now circled his neck. It was hard enough to think through the orgasm that was pounding to be let loose, and his confusing actions weren't helping at all with that.

"Yaone, would it be alright with you if we... if we went further?" he asked, grinding his hips against her own for emphasis. The action moved the fingers still inside her, causing her to moan and tighten her arms around his neck. She nodded, incapable of expressing the affectionate warmth that flooded through her at his question. There was no doubt in her mind that if she had said 'no' he would have simply finished her off with his fantastically skilled hands... but she wanted this. She needed him. She felt Hakkai shift away from her, groaned as he finally withrdrew his fingers. The khaki material was shifted away, his belt buckle chiming clearly in the still forest as he pushed his pants lower before resettling her cloth covered legs back around his bare hips.

She bit her lower lip as he began to push into her, using careful little thrusts that were teasing her so cruelly. His hands were on her hips, gripping her hard to keep her from shifting herself onto him hard like she wanted to. He was being cautious, his entire focus on bringing her as much pleasure as he could and not harming her in the process. She appreciated it... but she wanted him so badly it almost hurt. Her eyes were half closed, forehead pressed to his as she watched him slowly start to disappear inside her. They both gasped when he was fully seated, sharing a few quick kisses before his hands rubbed the backs of her thighs and adjusted her position against the tree. A deep moan was wrenched from her as this new angle made certain his cock pressed against that wonderful spot inside her, the one he'd so cleverly discovered just moments before. He began a steady rocking rhythme with his hips, and she returned it eagerly albeit a little faster. The slow, solid movements felt amazing, sensational, deliciously good... but she didn't want that. After the way he aroused her and teased her by bringing her to the brink of orgasm, she wanted him to stop being careful and just... just... DO her!

The only way to get what she wanted was by making her intent known. Yaone grabbed a handful of his hair hard, startling him as she twisted her fingers through it and kissed him forcefully at the same time. Her tongue plunged into his mouth and sent a shiver through his body shortly before she withdrew and bit his lower lip just hard enough to make his hips jerk out of rhythme against hers. Hakkai was panting, his lips chasing after hers as his eyes sparked with that lust she'd seen earlier. She smiled and pressed her forehead to his, eyes locking through half close lids. "Hakkai... fuck me," she whispered, knowing what the impact of her words would cause in him.

Shock first of all to hear the profanity, but it was quickly shoved aside in a look that was much darker than raw lust. It bordered close to animalistic, and the imagery was sealed in her mind as he growled and lunged forward to place a sharp biting kiss to her neck that made her gasp before digging her claws into the material covering his shoulders. He shoved her hard into the tree and began to pound into her, hammering at body and hitting the spot that sent sparks flying each and every time. All she could do was hold on as he finally dropped his control and did her as she had wanted; hard, almost brutal, but with an obvious intent on pleasuring her as well.

Yaone moaned, the sound edging closer to a high pitched whine as each demanding thrust came faster and harder than the one before it. The sounde of flesh hitting flesh came vaguely to her ears as she curled herself closer to him and returned to kissing him as he fucked her. Their tongues fought and twisted, teeth nipping and clicking occassionally, as mutual sounds of pleasure rolled between them. The burning pleasure was gathering again inside her, everything else in her body numb in comparison to the sensation of him pounding in and out of her. Even the treebark scratching her through the fabric of his tunic was adding to the event, the sharp sting twisting with the pleasure in a way she never would have considered possible. She was coming... God, she could feel it...

Her legs tightened around him as her back arched away from his chest, shoving her hips onto his as it finally exploded through her. Spots danced behind her closed eyes as her orgasm washed through her entire body, sending her thoughts completely into disarray with the immense amount of pent up desire being released finally. Her lower body tightened around him in response, encouraging him to come inside her, welcoming it almost. She heard him shout, "Oh, God!" before he quickly pulled out of her, splashing thick, warm fluid down her thighs. His weight fell heavily against her, pinning her to the tree as he gasped and shuddered in the wake of his own release. Yaone blinked, lips parted to try and draw in air, as he own body very slowly began to regain sensation.

She removed her hands from his shoulders, rubbing gently over the deep scratches she undoubtedly left there. She pressed gentle kisses to the curve of his cheek, her arms moving around his neck to hold him gently as little ripples of pleasure still ran through him. Hakkai relaxed his grip on her thighs, smoothing his hand over the sore bruises she could already feel. All she could think was thank God they were high enough up to be slightly hidden. His seed was beginning to cool on her thighs, thick and sticky on her skin. Slowly, she unwrapped her legs from around him, sliding down the front of his body so that they were kneeling together again. He hissed as she rubbed along his still sensitized cock, lifting his head up to meet her gaze with a hazy awe. She smiled as he traced his fingers down her cheek before giving her another light kiss.

As much as she wanted to remain with him, exploring each other in the afterglow of sex, she couldn't. They both had places they needed to be, things that needed to get done. One tryst in the woods didn't change the fact that when they met in battle, they would have to square off together. Granted, when they 'fought' it was more of an intense sparring session anyway... Sighing, Yaone reluctantly reached for her clothing and drew away from his embrace. She could feel Hakkai's eyes on her and knew they would be filled with longing and hurt. He understood, just as she did, that their situation was an impossible one. She crossed the chains around her neck, attached them to the fron of her top and reached for the leather outer vest crumpled on the forest floor. Hakkai was fixing his clothing as well, an eyebrow arching in a what-can-you-do expression as he surveyed the damage to the fastenings.

"Well, I suppose I could always say I was attacked by a rabid bear intent on ripping my clothing off," he joked, smiling was she laughed softly.

"It seems that same bear got a hold on me as well," she teased back in an attempt to ease the awkwardness of parting from him. They both glanced away, still smiling to maintain the pleasant vibe, but the mood was unavoidably tense as they prepared to leave. Yaone chewed her lower lips, shy again now that there wasn't a consuming need to be slacked. Hesitantly, she leaned forward and placed one hand to his chest before pressing her lips to his cheek. "I suppose this is goodbye for now," she whispered, lingering to breathe in the deliciously familiar scent of him for just a moment longer.

Hakkai caressed her cheek again, pushing a few stray pieces of hair behind her tapered ear. He turned his face inward, kissing her just as lightly as she had his cheek. "Please be careful going back, Yaone," he answered before taking her hand and giving it an affectionate squeeze.

Smiling and still trying to convince her legs that they wanted to work fully, she squeezed his hand in return before starting to move away from him. Their fingertips lingered a little as they finally let go, and she had to turn her back so that she didn't see the sadness in his eyes. She herself wiped the tears away as discretely as she could and didn't chance looking back for fear she would simply run back to him and to hell with the consequences. This wouldn't be the last time they would meet, she was certain of that, but it didn't make leaving him any easier. The longer she spent in his company, the more she began to reconsider her vow to follow Kougaiji into death itself.

Perhaps it would be best to simply stick with polite formalities from now on.


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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was written for the lovely Redbrunja, in response to a challenge she issued as well as a gift from one friend to another. She's got it right about Saiyuki het; there really isn't ANY of it around! Not that I don't enjoy some yummy boy lovin' or anything... Cheers to 'ee, Redbrunja!