Kept

Disclaimer – Saiyuki belongs to Kazuya Minekura. I am not making any profit from this. I do not wish to own the series, but I hope Kazuya Minekura doesn’t mind me playing with her creations.


Title- Calling this ‘Kept’ for now.

Rating - NC-17

Warnings – Food play, F/F, oral, insertion, masturbation. I tried to get a bit of salirophilia into this for the request, but I am uncertain how well that turned out.

Beta- sorry! Unbetaed. All mistakes are my own. *hides in embarassment*

Pairing – Yaone/Kanan

Author’s note: I couldn’t manage to do this without some sort of scenario to make this happen. *shrugs and sighs* I used to be SO much better at PWP!

Scenario – Dr. Nii has had a hand in Hakkai’s life for much, much longer than anyone would have ever expected. The Centipede Clan’s fortress being burned down? Was Dr. Nii’s way of covering up that he had taken Kanan’s corpse. The souls Kami-sama had the ‘twins’ collecting in the gourd? To combine with Dr. Nii’s interest in Hazel’s magic: bringing the dead back to life. He managed to perfect Hazel’s magic though. No golden eyes, no ‘kill the demon’, and most of all, she really is alive.

The web he has woven is slowly being uncovered, but will it be in time to figure out his true intentions?


Kept


Yaone scanned the corridor ahead of her, took a look over her shoulder at the one she had just traversed, and then moved quickly forward. Another set of downward spiraling stairs led her even further beneath the fortress.

She ducked into a darkened doorway quickly as she heard noises ahead, a brief scuffling of something, and then it stopped.

Moments passed in silence, and she shifted the bag she had slung over one shoulder quietly before leaning forward and peering down the corridor. She concluded it must have been nothing but a rat; however, one could never be too cautious when deviling further into the darkness. Dr. Nii had amazing abilities to know what was going on in the castle at all times, and Master Kou, Dogu and herself had come to the conclusion that he must have found a way to communicate with some of the rodents. For all she knew, some of them might even be demons, whether their ability was shape shifting, or if it were their true form, was still in debate.

Yet the door she sought, or really, the person behind that door was more than worth getting caught over, but she would try her best to never let that happen.

Silly, really, she had practically been given permission to see this person…but she still felt uncomfortable about some of the details…like ‘why’.

Tapping her coded knock and waiting at the entrance left her exposed. The moments she was left standing in the hall were occupied by the memory her mind supplied of the first time she had found this door.

Desperately trying to distance herself from the perverted Dr. with both Lord Kougaiji and Dokugakuji on a mission for Mistress Koushou, she’d practically been running down the corridors blindly.

She hated this game the doctor played when both protective men in her life were out of the picture. Yaone had felt that time was different. It seemed the doctor knew of all her normal hiding places, and ferreted her out, and was now herding her towards something.

Still, it was better he was busy following her than trying to find Lirin.

“Mr. Bunny, I think we may be getting closer!” she’d heard his insane giggle of delight and words echo down the stairway she had just tripped and almost tumbled down.

Desperation made her open the door, her surprise at finding it unlocked was quickly overcome with relief at possibly having found a temporary sanctuary as she closed it, trying not create any noise with the door coming into contact with the frame, or the locking mechanism clicking back into place.

Turning into the room to locate a light switch to turn the room into a better place to hide, she scowled: she would find the only room in the area that had the lights turned on and not be able to turn them back off.

Her darting eyes locked on a sight, and she was almost back into the corridor she had just left: who was that person, and why were they standing in the doorway naked?

A knock came at the door, and Yaone desperately pressed a finger to her lips, hoping to be able to convey she didn’t want to be found by the person on the other side, as she dove into a darkened room leading off of the main room.

“Kanan?”

“Coming Dr. Nii,” Yaone watched as the woman she now knew as ‘Kanan’ walked naked to the door while toweling her hair dry, and opened it up.

“Have any visitors?” Yaone heard the doctor’s voice ask after a moment’s hesitation; pervert was probably enjoying the show!

“No, no visitors,” Kanan’s voice didn’t even waver slightly as she flat out lied to Yaone’s hunter, “Is there anything I can do for you, Sir?” Yaone shuddered at the seductive purr in the woman’s voice, “I has been a while since you last visited.”

A giggle and some wet, suspect noises later, and Yaone heard the ‘good doctor’s’ voice again, “Ah, well, I mustn’t let myself get distracted at the moment, now should I, Mr. Bunny?”

“I look forward to a longer visit next time,” Kanan voice responded with regret. A click of the door being closed, and Yaone peeked around the door frame, expecting the doctor to have stepped inside the room despite what it had sounded like.

She had been both relieved and pleased to find that the doctor had indeed left. And that’s how she had met Kanan. Yaone was glad it had happened before the doctor had officially ‘introduced’ them to each other two weeks later.

History faded as the door opened to reveal the lovely woman on the other side, “Hello, Yaone!” she was greeted cheerfully, and then dragged into the living quarters on the other side.

Yaone quickly kissed Kanan’s cheek after the door had been closed, before she headed to the kitchen area, placing her bag carefully on the counter. Helpful hands helped her unload what was in the bag, some of the items going into storage containers; rice, sugar, flour, butter.

Other items were left out on the counter; the good bottle of red wine, fresh veggies into the bowl….

“Oh my GOD! Chocolate! Where did you find it?” Kanan asked with excitement.

Yaone smiled as she opened the drawer looking for the corkscrew, “Grab a couple of glasses, and I’ll tell you all about it!” she said with enthusiasm, forgetting for a moment where her story would lead.

Kanan smiled and picked a couple of wineglasses out, and followed Yaone, the wine and the chocolate out into the front room. She placed the vessels down on the entertainment table, and took a seat on the sofa, shifted her skirt back into place, waiting impatiently as the wine was poured and the chocolate broken up into bite sized pieces, for the story to start.

She growled as Yaone picked up her glass and smiled mischievously over the rim, “Come on! You know I live vicariously through you! Dr. Nii would never willing let me go,” she pouted.

Yaone gave in quickly, “I was supposed to tell him this time,” she frowned at the small gasp of dismay Kanan emitted at her confession.

There was silence for a moment as both of them let the simple statement settle between them, Kanan’s head dropping a little in disappointment, “Are they that close already?” she finally asked.

Yaone reached out and pressed her fingertips to Kanan’s chin, lifting her friend’s gaze up so their eyes could meet, brushing her thumb lightly over Kanan’s lip, incidentally smearing lip stick from its place. She said nothing about the make-up, liking the look, and having more important matters to say, “The Sanzo party is a strong group. They’ll be able to overcome Dr. Nii and Lady Gyokumen.”

Kanan shook her head, pulling away from Yaone’s touch, “I am just worried…” she hesitated, “I am worried that one of you will end up having to kill the other. If Gouno…Hakkai does find out I am alive, I-I don’t know how badly that will mess with his mind.”

Yaone growled, knowing what Kanan said was true. Dr. Nii had orchestrated this part of his plan very carefully, and apparently had been working on it for over ten years. For as insane as the scientist seemed at times, he really was a very patient, conniving, man.

“And you…I know your allegiance is to Lord Kougaiji. No matter how strong our friendship is I know he will always be first...”

Yaone set her glass on the table and stood, frustrated by the statement and the conflict it represented in her already-too-problematic life, “If only we could find a way to release his mother from that spell…then he wouldn’t be held to that bitch’s service any more…”

Kanan lightly grabbed Yaone’s wrist as she paced by, trying and succeeding to still the apothecary in her path, “What if even she doesn’t know? What if she is just telling the prince she does, to make him her puppet?”

Yaone sat as Kanan’s gentle prodding insisted, sighing heavily once, her shoulders slumping as she dropped her head into her waiting hands, “It’s all so complicated. Too many ‘what ifs’ and none of the answers coming before their time! That bastard!” she exclaimed, lifting her head from her hands and glaring at nothing in particular in an unconscious gesture. Lady Gyokumen may be the one holding the cards, but Yaone suspected Dr. Nii had been the dealer of this game from the beginning.

Even her first meeting with Hakkai had been set up by him; she knew this for certain now. How did he manage to get everyone to dance to his silent tune? She had no idea when she had been prepared to kill herself in a show of honor (or dishonor) how much like his sister’s death their first meeting would seem to Hakkai.

She hadn’t known, until a year later, her friendship with Kanan firmly established to the point the human woman had opened up to her, and parts of the story she felt she could share; one of those parts being how her last memory before waking in a cylinder of liquid had been of her brother’s horrified face as she had taken a knife to herself.

She was still learning what sort of nightmare Kanan had gone through at the hands of the Centipede King, and had even more suspicion it was just another thing Dr. Nii had his hand in…the doctor seemed to have a very long, winding reach.

She didn’t tell Kanan of this suspicion though…the doctor still paid ‘visits’ on occasion, and Kanan had confessed she didn’t much care for them, letting her mind wander to happier times when she was with the strange man that had brought her back to life. If Kanan knew of her suspicious, those situations would probably become unbearable.

“Did you tell him?” Kanan asked quietly, after the silence at gone too long, not knowing which answer she hoped to hear more.

Yaone grimaced, giving a mirthless chuckle, “Not like I really have much in the way of conversation with him when we do battle. A polite, though pointless, greeting, and then trying to score hits without being hit, or actually doing much damage if we do hit…”

“He likes you,” a knowing smile crossed Kanan’s lips briefly, “My brother has good taste.”

Yaone couldn’t help but smile in return, “Unfortunately, we both know this is exactly what Dr. Nii was hoping for…That could get Hakkai into trouble with his group, if they ever became suspicious…it’s a good thing none of the others have had much luck in the way of causing harm to Lord Kougaiji or Dokugakuji. It’s just so…tiring having to walk this tightrope all the time!” Yaone wanted to scream her aggravation.

Kanan picked Yaone’s wine glass off of the table, gently nudging it into her hand, “Relax…you are here…”

Yaone lifted the glass to her lips, swallowing the contents without tasting, “I wish I had brought something stronger…”

Kanan leaned over and filled Yaone’s glass again, “Slower,” she giggled, “Or not…I can seduce you quicker…”

Yaone snorted, “Like you have to try, green eyes,” but she did sip instead of gulp before reaching out to take a piece of chocolate from the unfolded wrapper.

“So, the chocolate? You were going to tell me how you came across it…”

“Ah, yes,” Yaone nodded, “Actually, that was a part of my plan. Seeing how we never actually talk while in battle, I thought I would ‘just happen’ to be buying supplies at the same place he was…”

Kanan snickered, even though she knew she should have been taking this more seriously. Sometimes it was very difficult to remember they were all in the middle of a dangerous situation…especially when she was left to live underground like some sort of exotic mushroom. “So, you were buying supplies and just happened to bump into him?” Kanan prodded.

Yaone nodded, “Something like that. Believe me, having to pretend to have backed up into him without noticing whom I was backing into was a difficult thing to do.”

“Did you pull it off?” Kanan asked.

“Barely. After starting to apologize his eyes widened with recognition…I really picked up the chocolate without realizing what I was grabbing as a cover for my story…”

Kanan nodded, “Rather suspicious to be purchasing something as frivolous as chocolate when you are on a mission, huh?”

Yaone hummed her agreement, “I think that’s mostly what gave me away. I should have planned that better. He asked who it was for…”

Kanan turned her full attention to Yaone, something in the tone of her friend’s voice setting off warning bells, “And?”

Yaone sighed, taking another sip, “I should have just said it was for me…having a craving…I don’t know why I didn’t just do that…”

“Okay?”

“I said ‘a friend’,” Yaone gulped nervously.

“You said more than that…” Kanan’s eyes narrowed with suspicion.

Yaone covered her eyes with her free hand, “Okay…I said, ‘A friend. Her name is Kanan,” she peeked through her slotted fingers, trying to gauge her friend’s reaction.

There wasn’t much to read from her friend’s expression though, “Well…it could be any stranger named Kanan…” Kanan said hopefully.

Yaone shook her head, “He knew…or at least he knew I had been prompted to say something…”

“How could he possibly know?” Kanan asked, “How can you be so certain he knew?”

“His eyes…the color in them seemed to go…flat,” she looked over at Hakkai’s sister, “And his face became totally emotionless. Do you know what I mean?”

Kanan nodded, she hadn’t seen the look often, and it had never been directed at her, but she did know what look Yaone was talking about, “I do know what you mean. What happened then?”

“He turned and walked away. No more words, no more in the way of acknowledgement…just walked away, made his purchases and left…or at least, I thought that’s what he had done….”

“Oh-oh,” Kanan reached forward for a piece of chocolate with nagging suspicion things weren’t going to turn out well for the rest of the story.

Yaone took another sip before continuing, “He was waiting outside when I came out with my farce purchases…as you can guess it became very ugly from there. If he liked me before, or had some sense of honor between enemies…I think it may be gone now…” she downed the rest of what was in her glass, refilled both hers and Kanan’s before she continued, “It was probably our first earnest fight…and, truthfully, I fled at the soonest possible moment.”

Kanan set her full glass on the table, plucked Yaone’s from her fingertips and deposited it as well before grabbing her friend’s hands, using them to turn the demon to face her, “You can’t fight my brother again….”

Yaone looked away, “I don’t know that it’s really an option of whether or not I do…”

“Pick one of the others,” Kanan insisted urgently, “Please? For me?”

“Kanan…”

“I…I can’t stand the thought of either of you dieing, but I would have an even more difficult time forgiving the one left standing if one of the two of you killed the other. I’d much rather he die by someone else’s hands…or you one of the other’s…”

Both women were silent, both knowing the conclusion of whom would die at whose hands it would most likely be Yaone at Hakkai’s…rumor he was a very powerful demon when his limiters came off were everywhere…heck, he was almost more powerful than Yaone without his limiters being taken off; and now he was angry.

“And chances are…even if he were to find me…I don’t know that he could accept the fact I am alive, and how that came to be….”

“He still loves you,” Yaone whispered, many attempts at seduction on her part had failed….

Kanan snorted, “He still thinks he loves me. If he were actually given the true flesh and blood me? I don’t know how much forgiveness I could expect to find in his heart…”

“He’ll forgive you…” Yaone started.

“You can’t be certain,” Kanan argued, no matter how much she wanted her friend’s words to be true, she couldn’t let her hopes grow.

“I am certain. I know I would…” Yaone stated with conviction.

“Yaone…” anything else Kanan might have said was cut short as Yaone’s lush lips pressed against hers. It started out gentle; more gentle than usual. Then her back was pressed against the couch as Yaone moved in closer. Lips parted and tongues met, desire overcoming worries in a slow building dance, Yaone straddling Kanan’s lap, fingers running up the back of her neck and into her hair, nails scrapping gently at her scalp before smoothing down across her shoulders.

Kanan suspected the foreplay was for her benefit, her friend coming back from a battle with the Sanzo party always left Yaone’s blood boiling. Trial and error had taught them both that although Kanan didn’t view Yaone as a threat, her body didn’t readily open up to anyone, no matter who they were.

Would she still be this way if she were with Gouno again?

The thought scattered as Yaone’s mouth left hers and kissed a trail down to Kanan’s neck and then back behind her ear. A small gasp escaped the human as the alchemist’s hands smoothed up Kanan’s sides and then gently squeezed her breasts, thumbs tracking lightly over her shirt, tracing her nipples teasingly before fingers were pinched together, shocking jolts of pleasure coursing through her briefly, and then those wonderful hands were moving else where.

Kanan unfastened the belt to Yaone’s outfit, letting gravity and weight of the article drag the big, ridiculous, distracting bow to the floor, before she slid her hands under the slight jacket, removing it from Yaone’s shoulders. Then Kanan trailed her fingers up Yaone’s spine searching for the eye hook, undoing it, and then sliding the zipper down, giggling slightly as it came undone easily, and Yaone’s bosom almost fell free of the corset she wore. “Have I ever told you, you wear way too many clothes?”

“Mmmmm, they show off my womanly assets without letting them come loose in battle,” Yaone kissed Kanan’s lips, and continued, “Besides, I think you like taking them off.”

Kanan nodded as she pulled the corset up and over Yaone’s head, “You know me too well…” she whispered, before leaning forward, and taking one of the female demon’s nipples into her mouth, sucking softly while swirling her tongue over the nub.

Yaone panted and arched into Kanan’s gentle mouth, whining quietly before pulling away, “I-I think I should shower…the dust hadn’t settled before I came here…”

Kanan smiled playfully, “Make that a ‘we should shower’ and I’ll let you,” she grinned up at her friend.

Yaone gave Kanan a quick kiss, “We should shower,” she smirked as she stood, reaching a hand to help pull Kanan from the couch.

Kanan didn’t let Yaone’s hand loose as she headed towards her bathing room. Her friend pulled her to a quick stop and pressed a quick, messy kiss against her lips, “I’ll be right there,” a meaningful full-length look followed, “Start the water, but don’t get undressed.”

Kanan nodded, Yaone’s words sending a thrill through her, before she continued on her way. She quickly turned the water on, to a temperature that was comfortable for both of them. She was just standing back up when she felt Yaone’s hands slide down her hips. They both giggled as Yaone directed Kanan in front of the mirror, then got more serious as Yaone pressed Kanan against the counter, a lean muscled leg slipping between hers, holding her in place. She swallowed a bit nervous at the seriousness in the reflected look on Yaone’s face. “You’re beautiful,” Yaone whispered into her ear, lips barely brushing against skin, eyes never leaving her counterpart’s reflection’s, “I want to know you know this. Say it…please.”

“I am beautiful,” Kanan whispered back, her response scarcely heard over the running water in the shower. This wasn’t always part of their coupling….only when Yaone knew she was going to be a bit more aggressive in her seduction than usual did Yaone make sure Kanan kept in mind that this was willing…Kanan gasped as Yaone grabbed the front of her shirt, and ripped it down the middle, despite the buttons that could have been undone instead.

She leaned her head back on the other woman’s chest as her breasts were exposed to both of them in the mirror. A slightly possessive growl from the female demon accompanied hands squeezing her chest together, the leg between hers hefting higher, and she tried to press her pelvis down in order to make more contact than just the frustratingly teasing friction that was happening now.

A small smile from Yaone’s reflected face, and Kanan gasped as the edge of her ear was captured lightly between sharp teeth, “Very beautiful,” Yaone crooned, dropping one of Kanan’s breasts in order to run her hand over her friend’s lips, smearing what was left of Kanan’s lipstick, a bright pink smudge along a very pale cheek. Kanan nodded, panting as she watched that wicked hand slide back down her reflection and pinch her nipple, pulling up, and letting it drop, the motion making her bounce and twitch.

Yaone ducked her head behind Kanan’s, still able to see the reflection, but hiding the somewhat possessive smirk on her face as she slid her hands to grab the sections of what remained of Kanan’s shirt, and ripped it the rest of the way in half, pulling each section off of her friend’s arms. Then she moved her leg, and undid the button on the back of Kanan’s skirt, letting it fall to the floor.

Kanan watched as far as the mirror would let her as Yaone’s hands slipped down her sides, then out of view. Gasped as one of those hands smoothed over her pussy, fingers rubbing in slow, massaging circles, and she pressed into those amazing fingers as she closed her eyes.

Yaone kept one hand on Kanan’s hip as she fingered her human partner, kissing the back of her neck, secretly pleased at how quickly Kanan was responding to her. She frowned a bit as the mirror fogged up, and she could no longer see that beautiful, gasping mouth. Kissing Kanan’s shoulder briefly, she backed away, “Get in the shower, sweetie, I’ll catch up,” she ordered seductively.

Kanan whined once, and then nodded as she turned to pull the curtain to the side and stepped over the little lip into the shower stall. She gathered up the soap, preparing to wash up quickly when Yaone stepped in sooner than expected and gathered her wrists together, after placing something behind her on the shelf.

Kanan smiled as Yaone drew her lathered hands to the demon’s breasts, water warming her back as she happily rubbed suds thoroughly over her partner, and then ran those hands between slightly parted legs, “I know someone else who is beautiful,” she noted daringly.

Yaone gasped as her clit was gathered between a safe layer of flesh, and then pinched and rubbed, she hummed her approval as she placed her hands on Kanan’s shoulders to help keep her balance. She licked her lips as her friend’s excitement could be tasted on the steam, and she bent her head down to kiss Kanan’s lips, her tongue dominating the female human’s mouth quickly.

Hums, moans and giggles tickled both their mouths, their lips becoming slightly numbed by the sensations before Yaone once again took the lead, pressing Kanan against the shower’s wall, out of the direct spray of the water, and sinking to her knees. She gave a quick look for permission before unclipping her power limiter from around her wrist, the changes coming with practiced ease, barely fazing her or Kanan, before she was pressing her mouth against the other woman’s clit, licking, lapping and dragging her elongated tongue over tangy folds, listening to the mewls and gasps, and finally a shuddering cry as her tongue entered Kanan. She smirked, licking the tip of her tongue against that place her fingers could never dream of reaching, hooking one of Kanan’s legs up over her shoulder and burying her face deeper, growling knowingly.

Kanan gripped Yaone’s ponytails tightly, giving her just that much extra purchase to press her hips forward into that astoundingly clever mouth. She shuddered as vibrations ran to her core, bending forward as she climaxed, panting and gasping at the suddenness. She smiled down at Yaone before she closed her eyes, slumping to the floor of the shower as the demon let her leg down.

She blinked her eyes open as something smooth and solid was slid softly over her cheek. She giggled as she reached for the cucumber her friend must has bought as one of her ‘purchases’, and reached to take hold of it, running it over the insides of Yaone’s thighs as the demon stayed standing, splaying her legs, “A little bigger than the normal…” she commented.

Yaone quirked an eyebrow, “I am feeling very dirty,” she smirked, “Going to fuck me with that thing? Or just critic it?”

Kanan pretended to ponder the crass question as she made one last swipe up Yaone’s thigh, and then pressed it to her entrance, “Like this?” she asked as she twisted just the first inch into her friend, smirking as her teasing earned her a growl and a twitch from the demon.

“Don’t make me gag you with the toy and then spank you,” Yaone warned, licking her lips slightly, enjoying the token power play from Kanan.

Kanan mock pouted, and pressed up further, “Better?” she asked as she pulled it back out slightly.

“Harder, you little tease,” Yaone hissed warningly, her hands grasped at the shower’s walls, nails scrapping tiles, as she gasped when as she was suddenly invaded until the item could go no further, and then kept pressed against her fully. She groaned as she rotated her pelvis, Kanan doing nothing more than holding the phallic vegetable in place was she began to rock her hips, tilting up onto her tiptoes in order to bring herself back down, moaning at her own motions.

Kanan watched a little longer as Yaone danced seductively above her, then she slowly lowered her hand, then quickly pushed back up, the cucumber sliding with ease from the female demons excitement. She bit her lower lip as Yaone stilled, pulling and pushing, slowly increasing the rhythm, reaching with her free hand to fondle the demon’s clit as excited cries told her the other was close.

Yaone shuddered at the extra contact, right where she needed, when she needed, and felt her muscled walls clamp tightly around the cucumber as Kanan continued to slide it in an out of her body until she finally reached down and stilled her friend’s enthusiastic hand by gripping her wrist gently.

Kanan slowly removed the once-food item, setting it against the wall as Yaone bent her knees to the floor, and then leaned in to kiss her with appreciated attention.

The water was becoming colder before they both grudgingly stood to wash off for real; smoothing touches and quick kisses threading their way into the washing.

They toweled off quickly afterward, both making their lazy way into the kitchen, “Anything in particular you planned for dinner?” Kanan asked.

Yaone shook her head, “No…my real hunger has already been satisfied.”

Kanan smiled, ready to make a come back comment when an idea came to her, “I’ve thought of something. You could tell Gouno something that only he and I would know, if you two ever come to serious battle again. Then he’ll know you are speaking the truth! Rather than just playing with his heart…”

Yaone laid her towel over one of the stools before taking a seat at the kitchen island, “That could work…what did you have in mind?”

~o0o~


“Mmmmm, Mr. Bunny,” a click of buttons and sudden static, “Do you think this will make a wonderful gift for when we have Mr. Cho as company?” a disk was held in front of the toy’s face.

Dr. Nii turned the stuffed rabbit’s head his direction, and made it nod.

“I think so, too!”