Wicked Game
spoilers: none
characters: Youzen, Taikoubou
chapters: 1/1
retrieved from: Bunnyhat
Okay… I know YouzenXTaikoubou is overdone, but I felt this pair would best suit the mood for the idea I had in mind. You might understand after you read it. And it’s more like Taikoubou --> Youzen. What, you think I would write yaoi and not add angst? ^_~ Hehehe.
As a general note, I have a feeling I should ditch yaoi and go back to writing first person POV works. O_o;;
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He looked around, and all he could see was darkness. He reached out his hand, and he could feel nothing. He held his breath, and he could hear nothing.
Void.
He didn’t understand why he was there. He couldn’t even remember how he got there in the first place. Never mind that… where was he, anyway? He could still remember who he is. Good. Taikoubou, a doushi of Konron who trained under Genshitenson, one of the Three Great Sennins. The director of the Houshin Project, Seiki’s military tactician, and fortuneteller. He was called by many different names. Goshujin, oshishou-sama, Bou-chan, doushi-sama, suusu. Suusu.
Suusu…..
What? …Youzen …is that you?
Yes, Taikoubou suusu… it is I.
The distant, familiar voice became clearer, and the tensai doushi himself was suddenly right there, in front of Taikoubou’s eyes. He blinked slowly. Yes, it was Youzen in every way possible, but he seemed… different. Was it the way he was standing? The way his bangs cast a shadow over his eyes?
Youzen… what are you doing here?
No, suusu. That is not the real question you have in mind. You do not wish to know what my business is here. You wish to know why you are here with me. Am I correct?
Y-yeah…
He swallowed.
Heh… it’s almost as if you’re reading my mind.
Maybe I am, suusu. Maybe I am.
I can answer that particular question for you if you so desire it.
Youzen began to walk slowly, smoothly around Taikoubou, circling him like a tiger closing in on its prey.
Would it surprise you so much if I told you that you are the one who brought me here?
Huh? But how? I don’t even know where this place is!
Youzen grinned sardonically.
You do, suusu. This is where your mind operates. Currently, it is being occupied by only one. Thing.
Me.
I am certain you know why. You are simply too afraid to admit it to yourself.
Taikoubou carefully watched Youzen’s every movement. He was trying to intimidate him… and it was working.
What are you talking about? Stop acting so damned cocky and just tell me!
Youzen stopped walking.
The next thing Taikoubou felt was his back hitting the ground, powerful hands holding down his wrists, and the ends of Youzen’s hair lightly brushing against his face. He didn’t see it coming.
Hey!! What are you doing?! Get OFF!!
Why… Are you objecting to my actions, suusu?
YES! Let me go!!
Listen to yourself, suusu. You are not voicing your true desire.
Youzen pressed his body against Taikoubou’s, and leaned his face in closer. His strands of hair tickled Taikoubou’s neck, causing him to shudder lightly.
You are confused, are you not? Never in a million years could you have even dreamt you would yearn for someone else’s touch so badly.
Taikoubou felt Youzen’s hot breath against his neck, travelling up and closer to his ear.
Is this love? Perhaps.
Is this lust? Definitely.
He swallowed again. He felt his tensed muscles beginning to relax as his skin absorbed Youzen’s heat. No, it isn’t supposed to be this way, he told himself. But it was happening, and his body wouldn’t fight back.
He let him strip off most of his clothing.
He let his hand be carried over to Youzen’s face. He let his fingers be suckled by Youzen’s mouth. He felt the tongue skillfully wrapping around his fingers, the teeth nibbling at its tips, gently but eagerly.
He watched. He couldn’t take his eyes off the sight.
Why am I letting him do this? he thought to himself.
Youzen snickered.
Because… you want me.
Taikoubou was propped back up on his feet just as fast he was brought down.
From behind, he was forcefully shoved against a metal object. It was a pole. As if by magic, his hands were bound together in front of him with silk cords, which were tied around the pole as well.
From behind, Youzen wrapped his left arm around Taikoubou’s naked chest, his right arm around Taikoubou’s waist, his hand resting against his abdomen.
And I want you.
Y-Youzen…
Youzen’s haunting voice almost melted Taikoubou’s soul. He couldn’t do anything else but feel the tensai’s skilled hand sliding down to a dangerous level. His panting was interrupted by a sharp intake of breath at the touch. His knees felt weak, his body felt hot, and his legs began to tremble. The other hand explored the bumpy regions of his collarbone, and eventually found its way to the back of his neck. The fingers crawled up and dug themselves into the soft, red hair, as his tongue left a wet trail from Taikoubou's earlobe to his shoulder, tasting the sweat. A soft moan escaped the red-haired doushi's lips, and Youzen, still grinning devilishly, slid down and pressed the side of his face against Taikoubou’s back, pushing his bare skin against the cold metal.
I want you.
But I am not the real Youzen, as you may have figured out already.
I am a creation of your own desire.
Taikoubou closed his eyes and arched back as another wave of pleasure hit him. A shiver went up his spine. Satisfied by the results, Youzen continued his work.
Ah... Youzen…
You are becoming more sincere to your self, suusu… I see we have made some progress here.
Yes. As much as Taikoubou hated to admit defeat, he was right. He was right.
He wanted him. He wanted his attention and affection.
If not, his body.
And his lips.
And his touch.
Anything.
Anything that would extinguish the flame burning deep inside of him.
Give yourself to me...
And as he reached the edge, he woke up.
He looked around, and he saw a room almost covered with darkness. He loosened the death grip he had on a bundle of sheets, dampened by cold sweat. He took a deep breath… and exhaled.
It was only a dream.
Of course it was only a dream. Nothing like that could ever happen to him in reality. Reality is much crueler than that.
Pulling the sheets back onto himself, he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth in frustration.
No… Youzen would never do that to him. He wouldn’t even hug him or shake his hand. A light pat on the shoulder would be the only physical contact he would receive from him.
He would have to continue watching him from afar, causing his urges to express themselves in the form of bittersweet dreams.
Sometimes, he hated his good imagination.
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And just for the record, I got the title of this fic from Chris Isaak’s hit song. It fits the fic a tiny bit:
WICKED GAME
The world was on fire
No one could save me but you.
Strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No, I don't want to fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
No, I don't want to fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
With you
With you
What a wicked game you play
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
To let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say
You never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do
To make me dream of you
And I don't wanna fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
And I don't want to fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
{World} was on fire
No one could save me but you
Strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you
I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No I don't wanna fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart
No I don't wanna fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
With you
With you
Nobody loves no one