Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Afterhours Songfic ❯ Between Breaths ( Chapter 2 )

Authors Note: I don't own Saiyuki, don't make a dime off it and make no claims to it. If I did, there'd be a whole hell of a lot of kinky shit going down. The song used here is Between Breaths (An XX Perspective) by Blaqk Audio and all rights to the song remain with them.

 

 

Between Breaths Songfic

 

 

Do you remember the first time?

Time stopped then sped so fast.

In just three minutes you were mine.

Don't think that it was the last.

 

 

Do you remember the first time, Kougaiji? I certainly do. It was absolute heaven. Your claws piercing the skin of my throat and slashing down my back when you shredded my clothes. The violence in you simmering and waiting to explode. Using my leather belt to strap my ass and raise welts that'd lasted for almost two days and made sitting a painfully pleasure. I swear, time stopped and then sped so fast when I realized that all my careful planning and waiting was coming to fruition and that I'd finally managed to push you past your rigid control. You liked it, too; being able to let go and just be your aggressive, violent youkai-self.

 

Who knew all that time I'd spent learning patience and meditation in the temples would have such a practical use?

 

I smile as I walk down the hall to our special room, an excited little bounce in my steps. I have plans for this evening and a new kink I want to introduce you to. You're such a quick learner and once you get into our little games of consensual violence, you're very eager to hear about all my depraved little ideas because you dream about things like that, too. You're still a little too shy to give voice to your fantasies, but I'm sure that'll change in time. It certainly doesn't take long for you to get into our lusty games of consensual violence. Come to think of it, in just three minutes you were mine once you knew that you could go wild on me and it'd only make me demand more.

 

Don't think that it was the last time you'd cave so easily, either.

 

I have you now, my demon prince, whether you know it or not. I let you fuck me because I like that fine edge of pain I get from a demon fuck. It gooses my desire impossibly high with the thrill of walking so close to death. I give you the illusion of control of our sessions because it pleases me to let you think you're the one in command. Besides, I want the pain you can give me and it's so much harder to get that if I'm the one doing the fucking. I'm also lazy as sin and don't want to have to do all the work.

 

I start humming a nameless tune as I get undressed and prepare myself for what we'll be doing. I've sent you the summons and even though you'll show up with a pissed off expression, you can never hide the erection that always strains your pants when you walk through that door. You'll seethe and snarl and work yourself up into a fine temper, which is perfect for what I want from you. I can hardly wait.

 

 

You knew I knew the ways that I could make you say:

"Please, please, please don't take it...

Take it, take it, take it easy on me. Just make it...

Make it, make it, make it harder to breathe."

So I'll climb on top and I'll never stop

Till I make you forget who you are

And just feel.

 

 

You're wonderfully punctual. I appreciate that. I don't like to be kept waiting and you've yet to disappoint me in any sense of the word. As expected, you snarl and snap at me even as your eyes keep straying over my nude body and the very nice hard-on I have. I press myself against your fully clothed body and pull you into a hard kiss that splits both our lips. Blood is such delicious candy to both of us.

 

You growl into my mouth at the warm, coppery taste and press our lips together harder, making more blood flow. Your hips push against mine and I can feel how excited you are. This is going to be so much fun. I lick the blood from your lips before pulling back slightly, smirking at you. I touch the ends of your hair gently, trailing my fingers over the bare skin of your arms and up to your throat.

 

“Does my idea intrigue you, Kougaiji? I promise you'll reach a high you never dreamed possible if you agree to play as I've suggested.”

 

I keep my touch deliberately light and gentle. I know very well that you want something harder from me. You've started to develop a liking for receiving pain as well as giving it and I couldn't be more pleased. For coming to that realization the last time we played, I'm going to reward you with this very special treat even though I'd love to be the one on the receiving end. I smirk when I see that you knew I knew the ways that could make you say what I wanted. Fury and want war in your eyes for several seconds before you give in to your carnal needs, as I knew you would. I rub my thumbs lightly over your throat and wait for you to say what I want to hear.

 

“Please, don't take it easy on me,” you say in a low voice that vibrates with all kinds of sexual need.

 

“How could I refuse a prettily worded request like that? What is it you want, my prince?”

 

I know what you want. It was my idea in the first place. I just want the thrill of hearing you say it. Control is everything, after all. You swallow hard and I lick my lips at the feel of the movement under my hands. This is going to be so sweet, I can almost taste it. While I like subtly topping you from the bottom, every now and again, it's nice to show you who's really in control. Funny enough, you don't seem to mind as long as you get to be full youkai, in all its violent glory, during sex.

 

I was absolutely brilliant for seeing the possibilities in you and breaking the seal when I first stumbled into this castle.

 

“Show me what you've promised. Just make it… make it harder to breathe,” you almost growl.

 

I smile and use my grip around your neck to steer you to the bed. Once there, I let go and order you to strip. Irritation flares in your eyes at the command and I fold my arms across my chest to wait. I have endless patience for these kinds of games, something you've come to realize over the past few months. You glare at me once more for good measure and shed your clothes so fast I'm surprised you don't tear them.

 

Not that it wouldn't have been hotter than hell to see that, but that's not the game for tonight. Another time perhaps.

 

I sigh with pleasure at seeing you naked and aroused. You really are quite beautiful. I'm thrilled that all that beauty hides a soul as depraved as mine. We compliment each other better than I ever anticipated. I step up to you and put my hands around your throat again, tightening them a little past the point of comfort. Your pulse jumps in a combination of excitement and maybe a tiny bit of fear. I hook my foot around your ankle and shove you backwards, keeping a firm grip on your neck. You fall to the mattress, a grunt of surprise escaping your lips. I've got you pinned down by the throat and can feel the wild flutter of your heartbeat under my fingers. You're not so much scared right now as you are turned on.

 

I press harder against your throat, making you struggle to breathe as I grind my cock against yours. Your pupils dilate and your fingers wrap around my wrists, your claws nearly breaking my skin. Even though I'm only letting the barest amount of air past your throat, it doesn't seem to faze you. You undulate beneath me and lust flashes through your eyes at the subtle violence. Seeing that makes my heart rate zip into overdrive and my cock throb. I moan softly and I'm suddenly not so sure how long I'll last with this erotic play. Having you under me like this is much more arousing than I thought it would be. I need to gain a little self-control back so I'll climb on top of you in a position of power, and hopefully that'll do the trick. Otherwise, I'm going to vastly disappoint myself before this kink really gets going, and that would be a damn shame.

 

Your breath is rasping in your throat and your claws are now digging into my flesh, drawing blood. A shiver of pleasure raises goose-bumps over me and I lean down to bite your nipple hard. Your body twists, not to get away, but to offer me more. A gasp sticks in your throat, and can't get past the grip I have on you. Your hips push up against mine and when I look down, I see pre-come smeared on your belly. I can feel you struggling not to wrench my hands away from your neck as you enjoy the lightheaded rush of not enough air.

 

What a good boy you are for understanding the rules of this game without me having to tell you.

 

“I'll never stop,” I whisper into your ear. “Not till I make you forget who you are and you become a creature panting and begging me for more. Won't you like that, Kougaiji?”

 

 

Do you remember your last look?

Well, you were smiling, and drowning

And I knew exactly what it took

To make you beg and pray:

 

 

Your throat vibrates under my hand as a groan tries to work past the strangle hold I have on you. You glare at me, but its equal parts anger and lust, a heady combination if I do say so myself. Do you remember your last look when you weren't sure what you wanted to do more; fuck me because what I suggested had been so arousing or kill me because it was so perverse? It was one of the hottest damn things I can remember seeing.

 

You were smiling at me with a lot of sharp, pointy teeth and nearly drowning in the lust I'd stirred in you from suggesting you shove your hand up my ass. A shiver works through me at the memory of the painful pleasure that'd been, and my hands tighten further against your throat, my cock rubbing against yours with delicious friction. I knew exactly what it took to make you beg and pray for all the dirty, nasty, blissfully painful things we both craved and I wasn't shy about using that knowledge.

 

Your grip on my wrists grinds the bones together until it feels like you're crushing them into tiny shards. Pain radiates up my arms, making my breath catch and a whine of pleasure slips past my lips. My cock twitches and a little dribble of pre-come is forced out. I'm so hard, it hurts. I've been playing this scene out in my head all day and haven't allowed myself even the smallest stroke to my cock. I can't wait any longer. I need to feel you inside me while I play this game with you. I suddenly let go of your throat and sigh softly in pleasure when I see the violently beautiful, livid red marks against your pale throat.

 

 

"Please, please, please don't take it...

Take it, take it, take it easy on me. Just make it.

Make it, make it, make it harder to breathe."

So I'll climb on top and I'll never stop

Till I make you forget who you are

So I'll climb on top and I'll never stop

Till I make you forget who you are.

 

 

You cough and your breathe wheezes. “Please don't take it easy on me. Just make it harder to breathe. The rush is… and the feel of your hands squeezing,” you say in a rough voice, lust burning in your eyes.

 

Ahhh, yes, the need for that ultra sharp edge of pain and violence. I know it well. I still can't believe my good fortune in finding you. Perhaps the gods still do love their wayward son and see fit to reward me with you. I grin at the idea, shake off the loose hold you have on my wrists and reach for a bottle of lube, slicking your cock quickly. I lick my lips at the sight of you, hard and wanting, with marks from my fingers already turning to bruises on your neck. I've been plotting out this moment all day and my balls feel so full, they ache. So I'll climb on top and I'll never stop moving till I make you forget who you are and turn you into a creature of greedy lust.

 

I straddle you, position your cock against my hole and push until just the head slides inside. You groan and dig your claws into my thighs. I shudder at the exquisite burning pain from your entry and the deep puncture wounds you've just given me. My hands are around your throat again, tighter than before and you make muffled sounds of surprise and pleasure. I smile at you and jerk my hips down, impaling myself on your cock. Your eyes go wide and your back arches, pushing your cock deeper into me and making me moan at the over-full, fiery sensation of the quick, unprepared entry I've forced on myself. The pain is beautiful and over all too soon as my body adjusts.

 

 

So just feel and play with me

And just steal away with me.

So just feel and play with me.

 

 

I grind my ass down and bite my lip until it bleeds again, watching you the whole while. Hunger and lust makes your eyes glitter. I whimper in pleasure when you pull your claws out of the flesh of my thighs and sink them into the skin of my hips. I'm barely letting any air into your lungs, but you're still not close to passing out, yet. Very hardy that demon constitution of yours. It allows me to play as hard as I want with you without the unfortunate result of killing you. You start moving me over your cock with brutal thrusts and a punishing grip. I narrow my eyes at you. As good as that feels, that's not what this little episode is about. This is about my control over you.

 

I can fix that though.

 

I tighten my grip on your throat until I know there's no air getting past your lips. I chant softly, speaking one final word on the barest of breaths. There's the sound of paper rustling over silk seconds before streamers of the sutra flow over you, wrenching your arms away from me and out and wrapping around your throat. Lust and fear sparks in your eyes, topped off with a dash of anger. You look like a very wet dream I've ever had. Tangled up in the sutra and spread out before me, I need several deep breaths and a few quickly recited mantras to keep from coming on the spot. Once I'm sure I can hold out for a little longer, I grind my ass down into your lap and lean forward until we're nose to nose.

 

“The sutra does what I want it to, and at the moment, I want you to know who's in control. So, just feel and play with me,” I say as the sutra tightens around your throat, cutting off your breath.

 

A moan stutters out of my throat when your cock twitches in my ass from the violence. I smile at you, knowing you'd enjoy the added danger of the sutra in our play, and set my hips rocking as I stroke my cock. Your eyes are fixed on the motion of my hand over my cock even as you struggle to break free of the sutra and breathe at the same time. I can feel the tension in you ratcheting up. You're close to orgasm and I'm not far behind.

 

“Just steal away to pleasure with me, Kougaiji. Just feel and play with me,” I groan as I fight to hold back my release.

 

Your mouth is opening and closing as you try to breathe and get nothing for your efforts. You pull and strain against the sutra, trying to make me move faster and wrench free. The sutra tightens further until it cuts into your throat, fine lines of blood staining the edges of the scripture. The moment you realize you're not going to draw another breath until I allow it, your cock twitches hard in my ass and your hips jerk up in pleasure. I groan and start to fuck myself hard on your cock and kiss you with blood slicked lips. Your back bows impossibly high, almost throwing me off you as your orgasm slams through you. My own release rushes through me at the feel of you spurting in my ass, and I spatter your chest with my seed. Your eyes finally roll back in your head as consciousness deserts you. The sutra melts away and I collapse over your chest, breathing hard and feeling euphoric.

 

You're not out for very long. I've barely smoked half my cigarette before you're blinking groggily at me. The foggy look in your eyes doesn't last long. I don't get the chance for another drag before you cover me and have me pinned to the mattress by my throat. The pressure on my neck is nearly crushing, but it excites me and I smile at you with encouragement. I watch in fascination as the anger in your eyes at having the sutra used against you slowly turns to lust when you realize I like having the breath squeezed out of me and want you to play with me as I've just played with you.

 

“Are you sure you want me to keep my hands around your throat, Ni? I'm not very happy with you at the moment,” you say, showing a lot of sharp teeth.

 

Not happy? If I could've snorted in disbelief, I would've. You enjoyed what we did and I can see you wanting to do that again. I shrug mentally. Eventually I'll get you to fully embrace what you are. You're already well on your way to that even if you refuse to admit it. I grin and barely manage a nod against your hold, my cock starting to firm up again at the idea of being on the receiving end of a little breath play. You're a wonderfully fast learner and it's looking like I'll be getting even more than I thought out of our playtime this evening.

 

Experience is a wonderful teacher and you're an even better student than I dreamed possible.