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Title: Untitled
Wordcount: 1000
What: Langunverse - Yuki gets thrown into kink bingo and finds that attraction is a dangerous drug.
Status: Complete
Yukio Okumura hadn't said his prayers in a long while.
The thought occured to him as he lay in bed one night. With his arms folded behind his head, his eyes studied the ceiling as if staring would be enough to put him to sleep. When had he stopped saying his prayers? He supposes it was the first time he'd slept with Itachi. His body was just so exhausted and his mind so overwhelmed that he had planted himself facefirst into his bed and fell asleep.
Could god even hear him in space to begin with?
He thought he could brush off that one enounter as scratching an itch brought along by accidentally drinking a whole bottle of drugged water. He recalled the desperation, how eager his body was... how it felt like a different kind of hunger compared to the way one's stomach ached after not eating for a while. What he hadn't expected, however, was how good it felt. Part of him understood why people grew addicted to sex and why there was an entire facility devoted to it. The rush of endorphins, the dopamine - just a mix of brain chemicals and adrenaline. Desire, he figured, was a normal human reaction. After all, he was a young man in his teens when hormones raged the hardest. Some of his classmates were horny teenage boys, trying to peek at the girls changing after gym or sneaking dirty mags into class. Perfectly normal, no matter your level of mental maturity. Just because he seemed to act older than most didn't mean he wasn't prone to the weakness of the flesh. But he thought he was better than that. He thought that as a member of the Order, he would be less prone to these things.
Silently he rolled over on his side, keeping his arms behind his head.
Itachi Uchiha.
Someone he kept coming back to even if he didn't mean to.
Waking up with Itachi's arm draped over him was a sensation he seemed to replay in his head time and time again - and not because of the embarrassing way he sat bolt upright when his senses returned to him. He remembered his first kiss, willingly given to that man because he had asked. How shy he most have seemed mostly because he was hesitant and unsure. He recalled the way his cock had been worked by that mouth so thoroughly and had to stop himself before the memory was enough to get him hard again. He came so easily. He was young, after all. It had been his first time. His body was more than ready to experience something other than quick, guilty masturbation where he had to finish before anyone could walk in on him. Sex, he had found, was a different matter entirely. The spontinaeity of what someone could do to you coupled with the sensations that overwhelmed your body was far more satisfying. They'd done it what, twice now? The second time barely counted since he only had hazy memories of that night.
With that, he shut his eyes and let out a breath. His arms remained over his ears as if to block out any noise from the outside.
No matter how much he tried to block it out, his mind kept returning to certain things: the way his skin felt pressed against the other man's body, the way his hands felt grasping his hips, the tightness when he pushed himself in... even the way his name sounded.
Part of him wondered if he had bedded a demon. Itachi was certainly beautiful enough to be one. His eyes... they seemed almost inhuman. The color... how he seemed drawn to them... like he could get lost in them. He found that pull terribly sensuous. The way they had ended up in bed together so easily surely wasn't natural... and the way he couldn't. Stop. THINKING ABOUT HIM.
It was infuriating. At least that was what the boy thought when he finally opened his eyes. His brow furrowed and he rolled onto his back again to glare at the ceiling.
No. This was fine. It wasn't like he was attracted to him. He preferred girls though Itachi was rather beautiful. He was just scratching an itch. That's all it was. Sex with Itachi was just a way to get by here. If he was expected to have sex then why not just stick to one regular partner? Why not stick with the man who asked for his virginity? (And he did ask as well as call him cute in the process.) He didn't need to be filthy rich. After all, he'd grown up in a poor church. He could get by with the stipend and a little something extra every now and then Sex with another man was just a physical act no different from when a man and a woman did it.
But...
Why did he want to see him again..?
Idly he wondered how it would feel fitting that hand in his... even if they weren't in bed. He had to admit, Itachi had nice hands. Those slender fingers between his own and brushing against wrist to his palm, much like the way they curled around his arm when they fucked.
And how those lips would feel--
He let out a frustrated noise. No. Stop. He had to stop. He felt like his soul was far too steeped in sin by now. Part of him wondered if he was allowed to hear his own confession. Such impure thoughts. He truly was the devil's son. Having such impure thoughts about another man was certainly something he hadn't ever thought he was capable of. If Satan knew about this, he would be laughing. The irony was enough to make him laugh too.
Quietly, he pressed his palm to his forehead and let out a resigned sigh.
Yukio Okumura hadn't said his prayers in a long while and he had a feeling it would be even longer until he would again.
Wordcount: 1000
What: Langunverse - Yuki gets thrown into kink bingo and finds that attraction is a dangerous drug.
Status: Complete
Yukio Okumura hadn't said his prayers in a long while.
The thought occured to him as he lay in bed one night. With his arms folded behind his head, his eyes studied the ceiling as if staring would be enough to put him to sleep. When had he stopped saying his prayers? He supposes it was the first time he'd slept with Itachi. His body was just so exhausted and his mind so overwhelmed that he had planted himself facefirst into his bed and fell asleep.
Could god even hear him in space to begin with?
He thought he could brush off that one enounter as scratching an itch brought along by accidentally drinking a whole bottle of drugged water. He recalled the desperation, how eager his body was... how it felt like a different kind of hunger compared to the way one's stomach ached after not eating for a while. What he hadn't expected, however, was how good it felt. Part of him understood why people grew addicted to sex and why there was an entire facility devoted to it. The rush of endorphins, the dopamine - just a mix of brain chemicals and adrenaline. Desire, he figured, was a normal human reaction. After all, he was a young man in his teens when hormones raged the hardest. Some of his classmates were horny teenage boys, trying to peek at the girls changing after gym or sneaking dirty mags into class. Perfectly normal, no matter your level of mental maturity. Just because he seemed to act older than most didn't mean he wasn't prone to the weakness of the flesh. But he thought he was better than that. He thought that as a member of the Order, he would be less prone to these things.
Silently he rolled over on his side, keeping his arms behind his head.
Itachi Uchiha.
Someone he kept coming back to even if he didn't mean to.
Waking up with Itachi's arm draped over him was a sensation he seemed to replay in his head time and time again - and not because of the embarrassing way he sat bolt upright when his senses returned to him. He remembered his first kiss, willingly given to that man because he had asked. How shy he most have seemed mostly because he was hesitant and unsure. He recalled the way his cock had been worked by that mouth so thoroughly and had to stop himself before the memory was enough to get him hard again. He came so easily. He was young, after all. It had been his first time. His body was more than ready to experience something other than quick, guilty masturbation where he had to finish before anyone could walk in on him. Sex, he had found, was a different matter entirely. The spontinaeity of what someone could do to you coupled with the sensations that overwhelmed your body was far more satisfying. They'd done it what, twice now? The second time barely counted since he only had hazy memories of that night.
With that, he shut his eyes and let out a breath. His arms remained over his ears as if to block out any noise from the outside.
No matter how much he tried to block it out, his mind kept returning to certain things: the way his skin felt pressed against the other man's body, the way his hands felt grasping his hips, the tightness when he pushed himself in... even the way his name sounded.
Part of him wondered if he had bedded a demon. Itachi was certainly beautiful enough to be one. His eyes... they seemed almost inhuman. The color... how he seemed drawn to them... like he could get lost in them. He found that pull terribly sensuous. The way they had ended up in bed together so easily surely wasn't natural... and the way he couldn't. Stop. THINKING ABOUT HIM.
It was infuriating. At least that was what the boy thought when he finally opened his eyes. His brow furrowed and he rolled onto his back again to glare at the ceiling.
No. This was fine. It wasn't like he was attracted to him. He preferred girls though Itachi was rather beautiful. He was just scratching an itch. That's all it was. Sex with Itachi was just a way to get by here. If he was expected to have sex then why not just stick to one regular partner? Why not stick with the man who asked for his virginity? (And he did ask as well as call him cute in the process.) He didn't need to be filthy rich. After all, he'd grown up in a poor church. He could get by with the stipend and a little something extra every now and then Sex with another man was just a physical act no different from when a man and a woman did it.
But...
Why did he want to see him again..?
Idly he wondered how it would feel fitting that hand in his... even if they weren't in bed. He had to admit, Itachi had nice hands. Those slender fingers between his own and brushing against wrist to his palm, much like the way they curled around his arm when they fucked.
And how those lips would feel--
He let out a frustrated noise. No. Stop. He had to stop. He felt like his soul was far too steeped in sin by now. Part of him wondered if he was allowed to hear his own confession. Such impure thoughts. He truly was the devil's son. Having such impure thoughts about another man was certainly something he hadn't ever thought he was capable of. If Satan knew about this, he would be laughing. The irony was enough to make him laugh too.
Quietly, he pressed his palm to his forehead and let out a resigned sigh.
Yukio Okumura hadn't said his prayers in a long while and he had a feeling it would be even longer until he would again.
