[Fic] Prized Possession, R (Shinou/Yuuri)
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Characters/Pairings: Shinou x Yuuri (possessed Wolfram x Yuuri, and possessed Conrad x Yuuri, possessed Shouri x Yuuri) mentions of Murata
Word Count: 773
Rating: R
Any Warnings: Spoilers through OVA 3, Disturbing themes, Incest, (Author potentially lost her mind?)
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kkm_challenge. Prompt: Yuuri x _______
He wants to ask why. I can see it in his eyes. At least I can when those black eyes are not obscured by the reflection from his glasses.
But he won't ask. Such a question would make him feel uninformed and vulnerable. Those are two things my sage never stomached well, not that he'd admit it.
I would have no answer for him, even if he did ask. I’m not sure why I do it. There are many little reasons, but it all comes back to the simple thought that I do it because I can. Because I want to.
And maybe part of the reason is to tease my sage—to taunt him the way he has taunted me for lifetimes. But it is not to torture. No, I am not a cruel man. There are days I’m certain I’m no man at all. No other man lives as long as I do. No other has the responsibility of an entire people resting upon his shoulders. I have become more than a simple word can encapsulate.
And it is really time I had a little fun. If nothing else, occupying the same form as Soushu taught me that much.
This body with all it's newly remembered tactile sensory input and carnal pleasure receptors deserves a bit of worldly delight. And my little maou provides me with such entertainment.
I love the way he lets me touch him even as he looks at me with those giant, fearful eyes. How could he resist? I've been inside him in the most complete way a person can—through his mind, his soul.
Of course, I feel an affinity toward him as well. You could say I created him. You might even call me his father. Without me Julia would still be stumbling her way across the castle, beloved but ultimately useless to my plans. But Yuuri has always been mine to harness and direct.
He shudders when he sees me even when he wears a smile. He must have learned that trick from Conrad. Clever boy.
I felt the way he recoiled when I was inside the prince. It wasn't until my sage called out to me, and not the young von Bielefeld that Yuuri submitted. My borrowed lips and his glided against one another even as the machine whirled and shook around us. It may have started as a one way kiss, but it did not end that way.
That night was the first time I tasted him, but it was not my last. My corporal form was incomplete, so I took other forms for my experimentation. Wolfram was extremely easy to possess. It was almost as if the boy enjoyed letting someone else control him utterly, and the connection of our blood did not hurt the situation.
But I’ve always loved a challenge. Ask my sage if you don’t trust my word. So, pouring myself into the half breed, Weller, was a more stimulating task. It was no wonder he earned the title lion of Ruttenburg. He gnashed and growled but finally gave in. It was amazing how much passion he kept bottled up. I think the release might have been good for him.
After the first time I shared Yuuri’s flesh within the soldier’s body I could almost see the shame rolling off the prince’s skin. And yet, his body molded so well to the boy’s. And the whimpering of the young maou as I stroked him in time with my intrusions was the sweetest music I’ve heard in ages. And when a timeless being like myself says such a thing, you know it bears true weight and importance.
These late night incursions were infrequent and remarkably unmentioned in their waking moments. As I watched them, I noticed awkward silences, averted eyes, and a general discomfort with casual intimacy. The mood of the castle and even the kingdom seemed to shift along with Yuuri’s disposition, just as it had when he first arrived. I crafted him well!
His brother was particularly concerned, and unafraid to voice his issues loudly and often. He got under my skin, so I got under his, and then, by extension, under the maou’s. Shouri’s body plowed into his brother’s all too willingly. It even clung to me as I divested myself of him.
My precious tool was more fragile after that joining. The spark was extinguished from his eyes. It was expected, but not intentional. My sage’s glances were less forgiving as he passed. Even the maiden’s typically sweet disposition had soured toward me.
It may be time to take a break, but I will reclaim my prized possession yet.
poisonangel7Characters/Pairings: Shinou x Yuuri (possessed Wolfram x Yuuri, and possessed Conrad x Yuuri, possessed Shouri x Yuuri) mentions of Murata
Word Count: 773
Rating: R
Any Warnings: Spoilers through OVA 3, Disturbing themes, Incest, (Author potentially lost her mind?)
Author's Note: Written for
kkm_challenge. Prompt: Yuuri x _______He wants to ask why. I can see it in his eyes. At least I can when those black eyes are not obscured by the reflection from his glasses.
But he won't ask. Such a question would make him feel uninformed and vulnerable. Those are two things my sage never stomached well, not that he'd admit it.
I would have no answer for him, even if he did ask. I’m not sure why I do it. There are many little reasons, but it all comes back to the simple thought that I do it because I can. Because I want to.
And maybe part of the reason is to tease my sage—to taunt him the way he has taunted me for lifetimes. But it is not to torture. No, I am not a cruel man. There are days I’m certain I’m no man at all. No other man lives as long as I do. No other has the responsibility of an entire people resting upon his shoulders. I have become more than a simple word can encapsulate.
And it is really time I had a little fun. If nothing else, occupying the same form as Soushu taught me that much.
This body with all it's newly remembered tactile sensory input and carnal pleasure receptors deserves a bit of worldly delight. And my little maou provides me with such entertainment.
I love the way he lets me touch him even as he looks at me with those giant, fearful eyes. How could he resist? I've been inside him in the most complete way a person can—through his mind, his soul.
Of course, I feel an affinity toward him as well. You could say I created him. You might even call me his father. Without me Julia would still be stumbling her way across the castle, beloved but ultimately useless to my plans. But Yuuri has always been mine to harness and direct.
He shudders when he sees me even when he wears a smile. He must have learned that trick from Conrad. Clever boy.
I felt the way he recoiled when I was inside the prince. It wasn't until my sage called out to me, and not the young von Bielefeld that Yuuri submitted. My borrowed lips and his glided against one another even as the machine whirled and shook around us. It may have started as a one way kiss, but it did not end that way.
That night was the first time I tasted him, but it was not my last. My corporal form was incomplete, so I took other forms for my experimentation. Wolfram was extremely easy to possess. It was almost as if the boy enjoyed letting someone else control him utterly, and the connection of our blood did not hurt the situation.
But I’ve always loved a challenge. Ask my sage if you don’t trust my word. So, pouring myself into the half breed, Weller, was a more stimulating task. It was no wonder he earned the title lion of Ruttenburg. He gnashed and growled but finally gave in. It was amazing how much passion he kept bottled up. I think the release might have been good for him.
After the first time I shared Yuuri’s flesh within the soldier’s body I could almost see the shame rolling off the prince’s skin. And yet, his body molded so well to the boy’s. And the whimpering of the young maou as I stroked him in time with my intrusions was the sweetest music I’ve heard in ages. And when a timeless being like myself says such a thing, you know it bears true weight and importance.
These late night incursions were infrequent and remarkably unmentioned in their waking moments. As I watched them, I noticed awkward silences, averted eyes, and a general discomfort with casual intimacy. The mood of the castle and even the kingdom seemed to shift along with Yuuri’s disposition, just as it had when he first arrived. I crafted him well!
His brother was particularly concerned, and unafraid to voice his issues loudly and often. He got under my skin, so I got under his, and then, by extension, under the maou’s. Shouri’s body plowed into his brother’s all too willingly. It even clung to me as I divested myself of him.
My precious tool was more fragile after that joining. The spark was extinguished from his eyes. It was expected, but not intentional. My sage’s glances were less forgiving as he passed. Even the maiden’s typically sweet disposition had soured toward me.
It may be time to take a break, but I will reclaim my prized possession yet.
