Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Glorious in Agony ❯ glorious in agony ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Vamp468 
A short drabble where Saki muses about his beautiful doll... SakixKazutaka... Sorta, I guess you'll just have to read it.
Anime/Manga: Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Psychological / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.25.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 534 | Visits: 514 | Status: Completed
A short drabble where Saki muses about his beautiful doll... SakixKazutaka... Sorta, I guess you'll just have to read it.
Anime/Manga: Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Psychological / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.25.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 534 | Visits: 514 | Status: Completed
A/N: You know the plot bunny that you start with something in mind, then you sit down and write it and it turns out completely different than you'd excepted it? ... Well, this little drabble is mine.
Warnings: Musings of rape and incest.
Disclaimer: I don't own Saki or Muraki... (thank fuck for that)
"What are you doing Kazutaka?" Saki asked from the door way. "Playing with your dolls again?"
The smaller boy shook his head, stirring the locks of silver hair, a frown of concentration fixed on his pouting lips. "No, the hem of her dress was frayed."
Saki remained in the door frame, watching the other boy maneuver the scissors about the bell of the dolls dress. As far as Saki was concerned, the doll was ugly. And would continue to be ugly until it's china face was nothing but broken shards. It's stiff expressionless visage was a porcelain mockery of true perfection.
The only doll that Saki found even the least bit lovely was his little Kazutaka. However Kazutaka found the dolls beautiful. Finally something that Saki couldn't for the life of him comprehend, that thought made him let out a short chuckle.
The soft noise caused Kazutaka to look up at just the wrong moment. A flash of pain crossed the boys pale face as the cool metallic of the scissors sliced through the tender flesh of his finger.
Now that was beautiful, Saki thought as he quietly left the room and went into his own.
Yes, that one moment where agony and surprise had forced Kazutaka's breath to hitch and his eyes to mist with sensation. So good, Saki thought as an errant hand slipped down into the confines of his pants where a substantial bulge had formed. Nothing was sweeter than his precious little Kazutaka in pain.
Saki began to imagine other ways to bring that alluring expression across the boy's features.
His fist tightened around his erection as he pictured Kazutaka screaming his name as he forced his way into the snug opening. Seeing his features go slack and his gray eyes cross with the single minded wish for it to be over.
Saki pumped his length as he imagined the other tearing at anything he could reach. Bloodying Saki's chest with he short yet lethal nails. Digging them into his shoulders as pain mixed with pleasure and the line between the two blurred into an indistinct mess.
Coming inside the tight heat, coating the inside with his seed.
Oh yes, it will be glorious, he thought as he once again imagined his own cum mixing with Kazutaka's blood and tears.
Soon, he thought absently as he began to lick his fingers clean.
A/N: ... O.o ... o.O ... -clears throat- So anyways. I know that at this point Muraki isn't really a "boy", he's more into his teens but I'm portraying his as an innocent, so "boy" it is.
Warnings: Musings of rape and incest.
Disclaimer: I don't own Saki or Muraki... (thank fuck for that)
"What are you doing Kazutaka?" Saki asked from the door way. "Playing with your dolls again?"
The smaller boy shook his head, stirring the locks of silver hair, a frown of concentration fixed on his pouting lips. "No, the hem of her dress was frayed."
Saki remained in the door frame, watching the other boy maneuver the scissors about the bell of the dolls dress. As far as Saki was concerned, the doll was ugly. And would continue to be ugly until it's china face was nothing but broken shards. It's stiff expressionless visage was a porcelain mockery of true perfection.
The only doll that Saki found even the least bit lovely was his little Kazutaka. However Kazutaka found the dolls beautiful. Finally something that Saki couldn't for the life of him comprehend, that thought made him let out a short chuckle.
The soft noise caused Kazutaka to look up at just the wrong moment. A flash of pain crossed the boys pale face as the cool metallic of the scissors sliced through the tender flesh of his finger.
Now that was beautiful, Saki thought as he quietly left the room and went into his own.
Yes, that one moment where agony and surprise had forced Kazutaka's breath to hitch and his eyes to mist with sensation. So good, Saki thought as an errant hand slipped down into the confines of his pants where a substantial bulge had formed. Nothing was sweeter than his precious little Kazutaka in pain.
Saki began to imagine other ways to bring that alluring expression across the boy's features.
His fist tightened around his erection as he pictured Kazutaka screaming his name as he forced his way into the snug opening. Seeing his features go slack and his gray eyes cross with the single minded wish for it to be over.
Saki pumped his length as he imagined the other tearing at anything he could reach. Bloodying Saki's chest with he short yet lethal nails. Digging them into his shoulders as pain mixed with pleasure and the line between the two blurred into an indistinct mess.
Coming inside the tight heat, coating the inside with his seed.
Oh yes, it will be glorious, he thought as he once again imagined his own cum mixing with Kazutaka's blood and tears.
Soon, he thought absently as he began to lick his fingers clean.
A/N: ... O.o ... o.O ... -clears throat- So anyways. I know that at this point Muraki isn't really a "boy", he's more into his teens but I'm portraying his as an innocent, so "boy" it is.