Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Taking Control ❯ Taking Control ( Chapter 1 )

Taking Control

 

 

By: Yahnkehy er… V.M.

 

A/N: Hello minna! Back again with another one-shot. Can't tell ya the pairing, you'll just have to read it. Leave me a note to tell me if you were right in whom you thought it was. Set in my own universe, ya may recognize it from one of my fics. This is gonna stay separate from the story though, kinda like a side story.

 

Rating: 17+

 

Warnings: Self-gratification, language, adult themes, and voyeurism.

 

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I never knew that watching someone could be so arousing…

 

I had gone to his room wanting to snag something to keep the memory of him sharp and clear in my mind. I was leaving soon and I hadn't told him yet, I wouldn't tell him if I could help it. I intended to just leave a note; cowardly way out to be sure but it was the only way to spare me the pain of him watching me leave and him not giving a damn either way.

 

But he had come back to his room unexpectedly and I was left with no choice but to hide. I dashed in to the wardrobe and pulled the door almost completely closed as he slid open the bedroom door.

 

My right eye pressed to the small crack between the doors, I watched him. At first he paced the room as if agitated, but a few moments later he plunked down on the edge of his bed and sighed.

 

I could hear him talking to himself but he was either too far away or speaking too softly for me to hear him clearly, but I could have sworn I heard him say my name. I almost panicked, thinking he knew I was there but calmed as he flopped over on to his back and rubbed a weary hand over his eyes.

 

“Damnit! I hate this!” he muttered just loud enough for me to hear the aggravation in his voice. “Either I screw up my courage an' go for it, or just keep my distance. Damn, I wish I knew how to deal with this!”

 

With an almost imperceptible groan, he rolled over in such a way that it gave me a perfect view of his face. He pulled a bit of emerald green material out of the confines of his dark colored tunic and held it to his nose, inhaling deeply as if trying to imprint the scent on his memory.

 

He whispered once more and rolled over on to his back again, this time trailing the small swatch of fabric down to disappear under the waistline of his breeches.

 

I watched, astonished as his hips rose and fell in time with the movements of his hand. Before long his hand reappeared only to untie his white pants and pull them down just enough that, from the confines of the wardrobe, I could see every move he made.

 

He fisted his erection in his left hand, slowly moving up and down the shaft in smooth strokes. The bit of material wrapped around his hardness seemingly heightening his pleasure. My eyes moved hungrily over him, desperately wishing that my hands could move over him the way his own did.

 

My mouth watered at the sight and I could smell my own arousal as well as his. I dared not make a sound as my own hand slid in to the confines of my own breeches, cupping my gender and flicking my finger in time with the movements of his hand over his own flesh.

 

My eyes grew hazy as I imagined it was his hand pleasuring me and my mouth working over his turgid flesh, dragging him to ecstasy, making him burn as only I could.

 

I bit down on my left hand to stifle a moan, knowing that if he found me out now I would have some serious explaining to do. I knew his credo and hated it because it included me. How I desperately wished he could want me!

 

I could hear his ragged breaths and see the dark flush of passion coloring his cheeks as his head turned in my direction, his fist working furiously to bring him to completion. His expression was of such joy and passion that I felt my own end drawing near; gods just looking at him in the throws of ecstasy was enough to make me go up in flames!

 

I bit down hard on my hand as my body convulsed and trembled under my own touch, stars filled my vision and I nearly lost my balance.

 

When my vision cleared, I was treated to the sight of surprised amber eyes staring at me from not two inches away. I gasped and fell against the back of the wardrobe, jerking my hand out of my pants and hoping that my eyes had deceived me.

 

The doors opened.

 

“M-Miaka? What… how long have ya been in here?” He sounded confused and embarrassed, but not angry. Thank the gods for small favors.

 

“Oh, hi Tasuki!” I answered brightly, pretending to stifle a yawn. “What time is it? Did I miss lunch?”

 

He frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. “Nothin doin' Mi-chan, I know ya weren't sleepin'. What th' fuck are ya doin' in my closet with yer hand down yer pants?”

 

I could feel a blush staining my cheeks. Suzaku, please have mercy on your servant and make me disappear!

 

He frowned when I didn't answer directly, “C'm on. Tell ol' Tasuki what ya were doin'.”

 

I kept my gaze on my boots, fiddling with the straps of my tessen holster. “N-nothin'! Erm… I had an itch?” I grimaced at my own lame answer. No way would he believe me. I'd never been more mortified in my life!

 

He cupped my chin in his left hand, the scent of his arousal still clinging to the warm skin, and forced me to look up at him. I dropped my eyes to the side, knowing that if I looked up he would see the desire brought on by his scent alone. I've already embarrassed myself enough! I will not let him see that I want him!

 

“Mi-chan, look at me.” His tone was soft yet rough. Curious, I raised my eyes to his only to be frozen in place by the tenderness of his gaze. “Why didn't ya tell me? I would've helped ya out, ya didn't need ta hide in here.“

 

My curiosity turned in to confusion. “What the hell are you talking about?”

 

His lips quirked up at one end in a half smirk that showed off a single fang, “Ya miss yer Tasu-chan and were spyin' on me in order ta feel closer ta him. I understand, Mi-chan. It's arright, c'mere.” Releasing my chin he quickly grabbed a hold of me and pulled me out of my hiding place and in to his arms.

 

I gasped and struggled in his grip, unsure of what he had in mind as he carried me to the bed and lowered me down on top of it. I tried to sit up but he lay down next to me and tossed one of his legs over mine, effectively pinning my lower half in place. “W-what are you doing?” My voice cracked.

 

He grinned at me, “Taking control.”