Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Saiyuki Reload Fan Fiction ❯ Devoured ❯ Chapter 1

Title: Devoured

Fandom: Saiyuki

Characters: Dr. Ni & Kougaiji

Prompt: 09 - Night

Word Count: 942

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Yaoi. Dubious consent. Contains some spoilers for Reload manga. Ni & Kougaiji alone in the lab.

 

 

The moon hung high in the night sky, looming over the castle and painting shadows in dim hallways as its light filtered in through windows. As Dr. Ni walked through the corridor, his face painted by the silver beams, he remembered a tale of how the moon could drive one mad. He smiled as he descended the stairs leading to his laboratory. There were many who would say that he had gone mad. Perhaps even him, watching through the windows as he was now.

 

Opening the door, Ni entered the lab dimly lit by artificial light, a color not unlike the moon hanging above. But here, the moon's light could not enter. Here was a place that darkness dwelled alone.

 

Sitting in a chair, the doctor leaned against the arm of it, resting his face on his upturned hand. He cradled his stuffed rabbit in his lap with his other hand. Sometimes it bothered him, the fact that he was alone. It hadn't always been so. There was a time that life had gotten interesting again, a time when the weight of the moon above wasn't so heavy. Or maybe, it was the weight of his own darkness that bore him down. Darkness consumes, leaving fear, doubt, and the loneliness of night. Humans, and even demons, seek the light, drawn to its warmth in the hopes of being rescued from that dark. Ni liked to believe that he was nothing like those around him, so many moths fluttering toward the glow of a bulb. He smiled thinly to himself, able to recognize a hint of envy. Envy of those who hadn't yet lost what was precious to them.

 

And what, Ni thought as he held the stuffed toy, did he still have that was precious, that hadn't been stolen away? Head canted to its side, Ni looked past the face of the stuffed bunny to the crimson-haired demon that stood silently in the back of the room, as if waiting. Ni supposed that perhaps he did have something.

 

“Come here, Kougaiji,” the doctor ordered. He gazed at the approaching form with narrowed eyes. It was much nicer to have such an agreeable prince.

 

Ni sat up straight in the chair as Kougaiji stood before him, gazing down at him with dispassionate eyes, empty. It was almost a shame, having to do what he had to the prince. The demon had been so lively before, so challenging. Now, he was almost like a pet, or maybe more like a doll. And toys were made to be played with.

 

“Hmm,” Ni said, his interest in a new game mounting, “I should probably check to see if you need maintenance before sending you to Lady Gyokumen.” His eyes narrowed. “Take off your clothes,” he instructed.

 

Rising from his chair as the demon did as he had been told, Ni gazed at the body that was revealed to him, tanned and lean. He placed pale hands against Kougaiji's chest, feeling the corded muscle beneath. His touch slid down the demon's belly, briefly ghosting over his nether regions before sliding around to the small of his back. Violet eyes continued to gaze forward, eyes widening slightly as he was groped. Ni fancied that he'd seen a flash of emotion in them, however brief it had been.

 

Ni pulled Kougaiji closer, nuzzling into the crook of the demon's shoulder. He smiled against crimson locks. The one-sided embrace was obviously lacking. He could instruct the demon to return it, but he supposed that this wasn't necessary. Ni's smile faded as his hands slid up the demon's back. It was a shame though, a shame that the prince would never have allowed his touch had he been himself, despite what Ni dreamed sometimes as he lay in his darkened room. Ni supposed that he should take what he could while he could. He had always lived this way, so was there a need to change now?

 

As the demon lay on his back against the cool laboratory floor as he was ordered, eyes trained on the ceiling, Ni wondered if Kougaiji ever came to himself again, would he remember this moment? Would the demon remember his hands gliding across his body? Would he remember the press of lips against his own, even if only in dreams?

 

And Ni couldn't help but wonder if the demon was enjoying his ministrations. Did Kougaiji enjoy the touch of lips against his skin, or the fingers wrapped around him, stroking him to hardness? Did his heaving chest indicate more than just a physiologic response? Ni smiled wanly to himself as he continued to stroke the prince, slipping his free hand down to toy with his entrance. If any of this really mattered to him, he wouldn't be doing this, now would he?

 

The stuffed bunny sat in the chair as it had been positioned, its button eyes trained on the couple on the floor, on the demon with his crimson hair splayed across the tiles, arms outstretched on the floor, eyes trained up into nothing. At the man who loomed over him with tanned legs draped over his shoulders, beads of sweat rolling down the chest bared by his open shirt. The look of concentration on the man's face as dark eyes gazed down through fogged lenses. If the rabbit truly had ears, it would have heard the panting uttered from a heaving chest, a choked cry as the man collapsed onto the demon, spent, tanned legs falling splayed to the floor. And the strange smile that the man wore as he felt the warmth that had been spilt between their tangled bodies.

 

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