(fic) Heart In Hand
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cicerKou/Doku/Yaone smut, for great justice! Yay!
Doku leaned over their lord, his mouth pressed against Kougaiji-sama’s neck. Kougaiji–sama writhed underneath him, and Yaone bit her lip and pressed herself against the door, hiding carefully behind the frame. Sometimes, she liked to watch the two of them together. It touched something deep inside her. It was so precious, what the three of them had, and so much more than she had ever expected.
Kougaiji-sama moved, in a flash of red hair and Yaone wondered exactly how much Kougaiji-sama reminded Doku of his brother. She knew that had been what had originally driven Doku to devote himself to Kougaiji’s service, as Doku had told her so himself, but she didn’t know if that was what had kept him there. She rather thought that he must have stayed because he saw what she saw, that kindness and gentle spirit that Kougaiji-sama possessed. She thought Doku had been drawn to that as she had. But when he had spoken of his feelings, his fear that he was replacing his brother with Kougaiji, trying to atone for his mistakes in the past through his service of Kougaiji, it had infuriated her. She had struck him then, and just thinking about it made a little spark of anger leap up inside her. She had been so angry. How dare he push Kougaiji-sama aside like that, treat him as nothing more than a replacement. After all he had done for her, and for Doku, the idea had offended her terribly.
But she didn’t know what to think anymore. She had met Doku’s brother now, and she had to admit that the physical similarities were startling. The hair, the shape of the face…even the markings on Kougaiji’s cheek were echoed in the scars on Gojyo-san’s. There was a softness about him, too, that was very much like Kougaiji-sama. But they were not the same person, not at all, no matter how much they might be alike. She thought Doku understood that, but she wasn’t sure anymore. It was all so confusing now.
Watching Doku with their lord, though, comforted her. The way he touched Kougaiji-sama, the way he whispered his name, she couldn’t believe that he was thinking about anything else, or that he remained by Kougaiji’s side out of anything else but the desire to serve him. As she did.
Kougaiji’s hands curved over Doku’s broad shoulders, gripping and relaxing in turn as Doku pushed against him. They were undressed, both of them, having tumbled carelessly into bed as soon as they had entered the room. Yaone didn’t know if they knew she was there, if they remembered that she had been in the hallway when they had passed, but she didn’t think they would mind. She knew their bodies intimately anyway, both together and separately.
Oh yes, she knew them. She knew Doku’s broad back and sword-roughened hands. She knew what it felt like to have those hands on her hips, her breasts, pressing the skin until it flushed and burned with heat. She knew what his jaw felt like under her hands when he kissed her. But she knew what Kougaiji-sama’s body felt like too, the lithe muscle of his arms and legs, the sharp dip on skin where his stomach met his pelvis, the warmth in his eyes when he looked at her. And she knew what it was like to be between them, all skin and heat and hands, until she did not know where her body ended and theirs began, until everything seemed to blend together and coalesce into one single and perfect whole. It was the most beautiful thing she knew, what she imagined heaven should be like if she ever saw it.
Sometimes, though, she liked to watch them from afar, without touching, without being pressed against or between them. It was difficult to properly appreciate them when her mind was clouded with passion and the haze of physical ecstasy. And she liked to see how they were with each other. It was so different from how they were with her.
Doku’s hands were always hungry on her skin. He had known women before her, and knew where to touch to make her writhe in pleasure. He seemed to take great delight in her curves, the most distinctly feminine parts of her body, though he would always pay close attention to her neck and face when he kissed her. He was a very generous lover, always, and seemed to genuinely enjoy pleasuring her, almost more than anything else.
Kougaiji-sama was different, though, more careful. He touched her cautiously sometimes, as if he feared she might break. In the beginning he had been highly uncomfortable touching her, and she suspected it was because he feared he was taking advantage of her. She had done everything in her power to disabuse him of that notion, and while his hands had grown less hesitant and more comfortable on her body, there was always a carefulness there. He too was very attentive to her pleasure, though he seemed very comfortable letting her do what she liked and dictate their activities. Yaone thought perhaps this helped convince him that she truly wanted this, and so she accepted this arrangement happily.
They were different with each other, though. When it was just the two of them, she could see distinct changes in the way they touched each other. Kougaiji-sama grew a bit bolder, less concerned that he might harm Doku, though that faint hesitation was still present, if to a lesser degree. For his part, Doku showed a passion she hadn’t seen before. Even when lost in pleasure with her, he always seemed aware, alert. He seemed to drown himself in Kougaiji though. Yaone watched with fascination the way he kissed Kougaiji, almost desperately, like it was the only thing keeping him alive. They touched each other like nothing else existed, and it fascinated Yaone.
There was a fluidity of movement, a comfort between them. Kougaiji-sama’s fingers tightened at the base of Doku’s neck, pressing hard enough that Yaone could see the base of his nails turn white. Doku didn’t seem to notice or care, though. His mouth was pressed against Kougaiji-sama’s neck, inching up towards his jaw. Kougaiji-sama leaned his head against Doku’s shoulder and Doku’s hand slipped between them, pushing Kougaiji-sama’s legs apart. Kougaiji-sama spread his legs, bracing himself, the fingers of one hand still tangled in Doku’s short hair.
Their motions were so practiced, the way they touched each other and the way they both seemed to intuitively know what each touch meant. The read each other so well, knowing when to move, when to press, when to pull back. It was fascinating to Yaone, partly because it seemed so foreign. It made her feel vaguely, shamefully, envious. But even the jealousy couldn’t last, on the rare moments it chose to flare up. She loved them both too much, and they were both so beautiful, even more beautiful together. She could never begrudge them their love for each other, especially when they were generous enough to share that love with her.
Yaone shifted a little in her position by the door, arranging herself so she could get a better view. She didn’t think she made a sound, but something made Doku frreze and turn. When he saw it was her, though, he relaxed and Yaone watched the muscles of his back ease. Half-embarrassed, though they had both made it clear she was welcome to join them, Yaone opened he mouth to stammer out some excuse. She felt like an intruder sometimes, though she no longer knew whether she was imaging the feeling or not. Certainly Doku and Kougaiji-sama always welcomed her, bit she still worried sometimes.
Doku grinned at her, though, and Yaone couldn’t keep a smile from rising to her own face, even if she knew it couldn’t compare to Doku’s. He really had a heartbreaking smile. Yaone never knew how to refuse him when he smiled at her like that. Come here, he mouthed silently, before glancing back down at Kougaiji-sama underneath him, still smiling. Yaone hesitated briefly before inching across the room to hover beside the bed, still unsure. Whenever the three of them had done this before, she had been there from start to finish. She didn’t know how to enter when they were already in the middle of things.
But Doku patted the edge of the large bed, indicating she should sit. She sank down reluctantly, and he eyes dropped to look at Kougaiji-sama. As if sensing her gaze, he turned his head. He didn’t smile at her as Doku did, but his eyes were always infinitely gentle. Yaone eased a little, her trust of Kougaiji-sama reassuring her. There was nothing she could not trust him with, and she knew he would never hurt her. And neither would Doku. They were the only two men she could feel that way about, and the only would she could feel safe with.
Almost involuntarily, she reached out to brush aside a strand of red sweat-dampened hair. Kougaiji-sama shifted slightly, not-quite-caressing her fingers, before gasping quietly, tipping his head back. Looking down, Yaone saw that Doku had just entered him. She remembered being embarrassed by watching them do this, so embarrassed she couldn’t even look, but it seemed like so long ago now.
Doku leaned forward, pushing Kougaiji-sama’s thighs to his chest and brushing his lips against Kougaiji-sama’s hair. He turned to Yaone, smiling, face relaxed in pleasure. He gave her a conspiratorial little wink as he nuzzled Kougaiji-sama’s chest lightly. Yaone felt her own breathing pick up and a heat coil low in her belly and slide downward. She felt aroused, not quite enough to orgasm, but enough to thoroughly enjoy watching them. She kept her gaze on Kougaiji-sama’s face for a while, before transferring it to Doku’s. She liked the way they looked like this, happy calm, and open.
Yaone squirmed slightly, pressing her thighs together, one hand distractedly toying with Kougaiji-sama’s hair. Their rhythm was picking up now, Doku’s thrusts growing more erratic and strong enough to make Kougaiji-sama shift on the bed. Yaone watched, too fascinated to attend to her own arousal. She liked this part best, and she wanted to be able to see. They were both close now, very close.
Doku turned to her suddenly, sweat damp on his skin. He motioned her closer and she scooted over to him without hesitation. When she was close enough, he leaned over, just enough to seal their lips together. His mouth was warm and soft and strong, like everything else about him. One large hand brushed against her breasts, her hips. She could feel the movement of his thrusts. She shifted her mouth and reached up a hand to cup his jaw, steadying him and kissing back firmly.
He gave a muffled moan not her mouth, his thrusts speeding up before slowing as he came. She pulled away carefully so she could look at his face. His eyes looked darker up close, but his features seemed softer. He smiled at her before he turned to look at Kougaiji-sama and she did too. He was watching them with an unreadable expression, had probably been watching them kiss and he came, and the thought filled Yaone with a pleasure that didn’t entirely have to do with sex.
Doku gave a little laugh and pulled her close, until she leaned against his broad sweat-slicked body. She put her head on his shoulder, tilted it so she could look at Kougaiji-sama too. Doku wrapped an arm around her and pulled her down so she could lie on one side of Kougaiji-sama with him on the other. His arm covered them both. Yaone turned her face into Kougaiji-sama’s hair and focused on the feeling of Doku’s hand on her breast and Kougaiji-sama’s fingers gently, carefully stroking her side and smiled.
Doku leaned over their lord, his mouth pressed against Kougaiji-sama’s neck. Kougaiji–sama writhed underneath him, and Yaone bit her lip and pressed herself against the door, hiding carefully behind the frame. Sometimes, she liked to watch the two of them together. It touched something deep inside her. It was so precious, what the three of them had, and so much more than she had ever expected.
Kougaiji-sama moved, in a flash of red hair and Yaone wondered exactly how much Kougaiji-sama reminded Doku of his brother. She knew that had been what had originally driven Doku to devote himself to Kougaiji’s service, as Doku had told her so himself, but she didn’t know if that was what had kept him there. She rather thought that he must have stayed because he saw what she saw, that kindness and gentle spirit that Kougaiji-sama possessed. She thought Doku had been drawn to that as she had. But when he had spoken of his feelings, his fear that he was replacing his brother with Kougaiji, trying to atone for his mistakes in the past through his service of Kougaiji, it had infuriated her. She had struck him then, and just thinking about it made a little spark of anger leap up inside her. She had been so angry. How dare he push Kougaiji-sama aside like that, treat him as nothing more than a replacement. After all he had done for her, and for Doku, the idea had offended her terribly.
But she didn’t know what to think anymore. She had met Doku’s brother now, and she had to admit that the physical similarities were startling. The hair, the shape of the face…even the markings on Kougaiji’s cheek were echoed in the scars on Gojyo-san’s. There was a softness about him, too, that was very much like Kougaiji-sama. But they were not the same person, not at all, no matter how much they might be alike. She thought Doku understood that, but she wasn’t sure anymore. It was all so confusing now.
Watching Doku with their lord, though, comforted her. The way he touched Kougaiji-sama, the way he whispered his name, she couldn’t believe that he was thinking about anything else, or that he remained by Kougaiji’s side out of anything else but the desire to serve him. As she did.
Kougaiji’s hands curved over Doku’s broad shoulders, gripping and relaxing in turn as Doku pushed against him. They were undressed, both of them, having tumbled carelessly into bed as soon as they had entered the room. Yaone didn’t know if they knew she was there, if they remembered that she had been in the hallway when they had passed, but she didn’t think they would mind. She knew their bodies intimately anyway, both together and separately.
Oh yes, she knew them. She knew Doku’s broad back and sword-roughened hands. She knew what it felt like to have those hands on her hips, her breasts, pressing the skin until it flushed and burned with heat. She knew what his jaw felt like under her hands when he kissed her. But she knew what Kougaiji-sama’s body felt like too, the lithe muscle of his arms and legs, the sharp dip on skin where his stomach met his pelvis, the warmth in his eyes when he looked at her. And she knew what it was like to be between them, all skin and heat and hands, until she did not know where her body ended and theirs began, until everything seemed to blend together and coalesce into one single and perfect whole. It was the most beautiful thing she knew, what she imagined heaven should be like if she ever saw it.
Sometimes, though, she liked to watch them from afar, without touching, without being pressed against or between them. It was difficult to properly appreciate them when her mind was clouded with passion and the haze of physical ecstasy. And she liked to see how they were with each other. It was so different from how they were with her.
Doku’s hands were always hungry on her skin. He had known women before her, and knew where to touch to make her writhe in pleasure. He seemed to take great delight in her curves, the most distinctly feminine parts of her body, though he would always pay close attention to her neck and face when he kissed her. He was a very generous lover, always, and seemed to genuinely enjoy pleasuring her, almost more than anything else.
Kougaiji-sama was different, though, more careful. He touched her cautiously sometimes, as if he feared she might break. In the beginning he had been highly uncomfortable touching her, and she suspected it was because he feared he was taking advantage of her. She had done everything in her power to disabuse him of that notion, and while his hands had grown less hesitant and more comfortable on her body, there was always a carefulness there. He too was very attentive to her pleasure, though he seemed very comfortable letting her do what she liked and dictate their activities. Yaone thought perhaps this helped convince him that she truly wanted this, and so she accepted this arrangement happily.
They were different with each other, though. When it was just the two of them, she could see distinct changes in the way they touched each other. Kougaiji-sama grew a bit bolder, less concerned that he might harm Doku, though that faint hesitation was still present, if to a lesser degree. For his part, Doku showed a passion she hadn’t seen before. Even when lost in pleasure with her, he always seemed aware, alert. He seemed to drown himself in Kougaiji though. Yaone watched with fascination the way he kissed Kougaiji, almost desperately, like it was the only thing keeping him alive. They touched each other like nothing else existed, and it fascinated Yaone.
There was a fluidity of movement, a comfort between them. Kougaiji-sama’s fingers tightened at the base of Doku’s neck, pressing hard enough that Yaone could see the base of his nails turn white. Doku didn’t seem to notice or care, though. His mouth was pressed against Kougaiji-sama’s neck, inching up towards his jaw. Kougaiji-sama leaned his head against Doku’s shoulder and Doku’s hand slipped between them, pushing Kougaiji-sama’s legs apart. Kougaiji-sama spread his legs, bracing himself, the fingers of one hand still tangled in Doku’s short hair.
Their motions were so practiced, the way they touched each other and the way they both seemed to intuitively know what each touch meant. The read each other so well, knowing when to move, when to press, when to pull back. It was fascinating to Yaone, partly because it seemed so foreign. It made her feel vaguely, shamefully, envious. But even the jealousy couldn’t last, on the rare moments it chose to flare up. She loved them both too much, and they were both so beautiful, even more beautiful together. She could never begrudge them their love for each other, especially when they were generous enough to share that love with her.
Yaone shifted a little in her position by the door, arranging herself so she could get a better view. She didn’t think she made a sound, but something made Doku frreze and turn. When he saw it was her, though, he relaxed and Yaone watched the muscles of his back ease. Half-embarrassed, though they had both made it clear she was welcome to join them, Yaone opened he mouth to stammer out some excuse. She felt like an intruder sometimes, though she no longer knew whether she was imaging the feeling or not. Certainly Doku and Kougaiji-sama always welcomed her, bit she still worried sometimes.
Doku grinned at her, though, and Yaone couldn’t keep a smile from rising to her own face, even if she knew it couldn’t compare to Doku’s. He really had a heartbreaking smile. Yaone never knew how to refuse him when he smiled at her like that. Come here, he mouthed silently, before glancing back down at Kougaiji-sama underneath him, still smiling. Yaone hesitated briefly before inching across the room to hover beside the bed, still unsure. Whenever the three of them had done this before, she had been there from start to finish. She didn’t know how to enter when they were already in the middle of things.
But Doku patted the edge of the large bed, indicating she should sit. She sank down reluctantly, and he eyes dropped to look at Kougaiji-sama. As if sensing her gaze, he turned his head. He didn’t smile at her as Doku did, but his eyes were always infinitely gentle. Yaone eased a little, her trust of Kougaiji-sama reassuring her. There was nothing she could not trust him with, and she knew he would never hurt her. And neither would Doku. They were the only two men she could feel that way about, and the only would she could feel safe with.
Almost involuntarily, she reached out to brush aside a strand of red sweat-dampened hair. Kougaiji-sama shifted slightly, not-quite-caressing her fingers, before gasping quietly, tipping his head back. Looking down, Yaone saw that Doku had just entered him. She remembered being embarrassed by watching them do this, so embarrassed she couldn’t even look, but it seemed like so long ago now.
Doku leaned forward, pushing Kougaiji-sama’s thighs to his chest and brushing his lips against Kougaiji-sama’s hair. He turned to Yaone, smiling, face relaxed in pleasure. He gave her a conspiratorial little wink as he nuzzled Kougaiji-sama’s chest lightly. Yaone felt her own breathing pick up and a heat coil low in her belly and slide downward. She felt aroused, not quite enough to orgasm, but enough to thoroughly enjoy watching them. She kept her gaze on Kougaiji-sama’s face for a while, before transferring it to Doku’s. She liked the way they looked like this, happy calm, and open.
Yaone squirmed slightly, pressing her thighs together, one hand distractedly toying with Kougaiji-sama’s hair. Their rhythm was picking up now, Doku’s thrusts growing more erratic and strong enough to make Kougaiji-sama shift on the bed. Yaone watched, too fascinated to attend to her own arousal. She liked this part best, and she wanted to be able to see. They were both close now, very close.
Doku turned to her suddenly, sweat damp on his skin. He motioned her closer and she scooted over to him without hesitation. When she was close enough, he leaned over, just enough to seal their lips together. His mouth was warm and soft and strong, like everything else about him. One large hand brushed against her breasts, her hips. She could feel the movement of his thrusts. She shifted her mouth and reached up a hand to cup his jaw, steadying him and kissing back firmly.
He gave a muffled moan not her mouth, his thrusts speeding up before slowing as he came. She pulled away carefully so she could look at his face. His eyes looked darker up close, but his features seemed softer. He smiled at her before he turned to look at Kougaiji-sama and she did too. He was watching them with an unreadable expression, had probably been watching them kiss and he came, and the thought filled Yaone with a pleasure that didn’t entirely have to do with sex.
Doku gave a little laugh and pulled her close, until she leaned against his broad sweat-slicked body. She put her head on his shoulder, tilted it so she could look at Kougaiji-sama too. Doku wrapped an arm around her and pulled her down so she could lie on one side of Kougaiji-sama with him on the other. His arm covered them both. Yaone turned her face into Kougaiji-sama’s hair and focused on the feeling of Doku’s hand on her breast and Kougaiji-sama’s fingers gently, carefully stroking her side and smiled.
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Date: 2006-04-12 06:00 pm (UTC)This is the only OT3 I really get behind, because I can see it working.
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Date: 2006-04-13 06:09 am (UTC)Somehow it makes me want to write Gojyo/Doku/Hakkai smut. O_o'
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Date: 2006-04-13 05:18 pm (UTC)And obviously, I encourage this. *grins* Dooo iiittt...
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Date: 2006-04-13 02:09 pm (UTC)This is totally thrilling. Thank you. OMG SQUEEEE OT3 OT3. This is so lovely and hot and gentle and sweet, and I love your Yaone POV. Eeeeeee!!!
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