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nisacharakj) wrote2012-07-01 10:32 am
nisacharakj) wrote2012-07-01 10:32 am
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[FIC] Waking Dreams
Title: Waking Dreams
Author:nisacharakj
Type and Genre: Yaoi; Romance
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Kakashi/Shisui
Summary: Shisui's got quite a few vivid dreams to keep him going during Kakashi's absence~
Warnings: Explicit things, crack
Forchidorimaster <3
The raven dare not open his eyes despite the blinding sunlight reminding him it's time to start another day without his wolf.
The raven dare not open his eyes knowing full well that today he won't be tangled up in his lover, the other's heat comforting more so than the sun's rays filtering through those curtains he promised he'd fix months ago. "We really need to get that fixed. I caught the neighbor watching us the other day."
"Did you now?" The question is followed by a sharp gasp of pleasure mixed with pain when his wolf bites into that pale porcelain neck, pressing him up against the cool glass of that very window the curtains were trying so hard to conceal.
"Yes." It is breathed, soft curls trembling as he takes his wolf in, slowly, inch by inch, strong legs wrapping themselves tighter around his lover's waist, hunkering down for the ride.
" Well, we can't disappoint them now, can we?" A shudder, and the raven opens his eyes, lashes parting to stare hungrily at his wolf, lips parted in a moan.
The raven dare not open his eyes lest this perfect dream should end.
This perfect dream where his love coaxes him into waking with hot, wet kisses on his porcelain neck, early morning stubble tickling and grazing as his wolf makes his way to just 'neath the raven's jaw... "Morning, raven…"
Gods he's missed that voice. The voice that makes him shiver even on the hottest day of the year, the voice that wakes him, a trembling mess of soft moans and content sighs as that paw slips into his thin boxers, playing his flute with every skill of the musician, drawing out the most beautiful sounds from the instrument that was in the mercy of the other, compliant under those skilful hands.
They say the raven can be trained to sing.
The walls echo with the pretty sounds his lover drew out from him; a song only for the other.
Soft curls spread in all directions on that ivory pillow like downy feathers and he parts his legs once those useless cotton boxers are yanked off. An athletic leg finds its way to the other's shoulder, the song rising in volume at that first thrust.
The raven doesn't warble. Instead, its sharp trill voice rings out and cuts right through the still early morning air. The cry is primal, especially when the wolf finds where exactly to press into, where to slide against.
Over and over and over again…
Until it takes merely a breath to make him twitch and jerk under his lover, nipples erect, so hard, angry almost at the abuse they'd endured under those lips and tongue and teeth.
It isn't even raining but he can see a rainbow, flashing behind his eyes, mostly red and yellow.
He would never give in until he was full, and overflowing; his lover's cum running down his thighs when he tried to stand up. He would ride the pleasure of that heat sliding against every part of him inside, and he would ride the pain of holding back, push himself to his very limits. He would drive himself crazy, hands shooting from under that pillow to grip his wolf by that silver fur, clinging to his sanity. His toes would curl and muscles twitch around that hard heat pistoning inside him, drawing out those beautiful growls from his wolf.
Dark crescents layered one over the other now cut into skin, drops of red blossoming like poppies in a battlefield.
"Cum, baby. Cum for me…"
And he will cum.
Because he was asked to.
Because he was granted release.
Because he would give himself up completely to the man he loved. He would let his wolf hold his wings down until it was time to soar. There were no walls between them, and in front of him, Shisui was truly naked; stripped bare, down to his very core.
The slickness against his fingers wakes him up, and the raven eventually opens his eyes to reach for the phone, fingers wiping themselves down on the boxers he still wore. The number on the display makes him smile.
"Morning, raven."
"Morning."
That voice still makes him shudder.
Towards the end of the conversation, Kakashi asks him about his plans for the day.
"I need to change our sheets." His raven presses his face to the pillow right next to his. "But they smell so much like you."
Author:
nisacharakj Type and Genre: Yaoi; Romance
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Kakashi/Shisui
Summary: Shisui's got quite a few vivid dreams to keep him going during Kakashi's absence~
Warnings: Explicit things, crack
For
chidorimaster <3The raven dare not open his eyes despite the blinding sunlight reminding him it's time to start another day without his wolf.
The raven dare not open his eyes knowing full well that today he won't be tangled up in his lover, the other's heat comforting more so than the sun's rays filtering through those curtains he promised he'd fix months ago. "We really need to get that fixed. I caught the neighbor watching us the other day."
"Did you now?" The question is followed by a sharp gasp of pleasure mixed with pain when his wolf bites into that pale porcelain neck, pressing him up against the cool glass of that very window the curtains were trying so hard to conceal.
"Yes." It is breathed, soft curls trembling as he takes his wolf in, slowly, inch by inch, strong legs wrapping themselves tighter around his lover's waist, hunkering down for the ride.
" Well, we can't disappoint them now, can we?" A shudder, and the raven opens his eyes, lashes parting to stare hungrily at his wolf, lips parted in a moan.
The raven dare not open his eyes lest this perfect dream should end.
This perfect dream where his love coaxes him into waking with hot, wet kisses on his porcelain neck, early morning stubble tickling and grazing as his wolf makes his way to just 'neath the raven's jaw... "Morning, raven…"
Gods he's missed that voice. The voice that makes him shiver even on the hottest day of the year, the voice that wakes him, a trembling mess of soft moans and content sighs as that paw slips into his thin boxers, playing his flute with every skill of the musician, drawing out the most beautiful sounds from the instrument that was in the mercy of the other, compliant under those skilful hands.
They say the raven can be trained to sing.
The walls echo with the pretty sounds his lover drew out from him; a song only for the other.
Soft curls spread in all directions on that ivory pillow like downy feathers and he parts his legs once those useless cotton boxers are yanked off. An athletic leg finds its way to the other's shoulder, the song rising in volume at that first thrust.
The raven doesn't warble. Instead, its sharp trill voice rings out and cuts right through the still early morning air. The cry is primal, especially when the wolf finds where exactly to press into, where to slide against.
Over and over and over again…
Until it takes merely a breath to make him twitch and jerk under his lover, nipples erect, so hard, angry almost at the abuse they'd endured under those lips and tongue and teeth.
It isn't even raining but he can see a rainbow, flashing behind his eyes, mostly red and yellow.
He would never give in until he was full, and overflowing; his lover's cum running down his thighs when he tried to stand up. He would ride the pleasure of that heat sliding against every part of him inside, and he would ride the pain of holding back, push himself to his very limits. He would drive himself crazy, hands shooting from under that pillow to grip his wolf by that silver fur, clinging to his sanity. His toes would curl and muscles twitch around that hard heat pistoning inside him, drawing out those beautiful growls from his wolf.
Dark crescents layered one over the other now cut into skin, drops of red blossoming like poppies in a battlefield.
"Cum, baby. Cum for me…"
And he will cum.
Because he was asked to.
Because he was granted release.
Because he would give himself up completely to the man he loved. He would let his wolf hold his wings down until it was time to soar. There were no walls between them, and in front of him, Shisui was truly naked; stripped bare, down to his very core.
The slickness against his fingers wakes him up, and the raven eventually opens his eyes to reach for the phone, fingers wiping themselves down on the boxers he still wore. The number on the display makes him smile.
"Morning, raven."
"Morning."
That voice still makes him shudder.
Towards the end of the conversation, Kakashi asks him about his plans for the day.
"I need to change our sheets." His raven presses his face to the pillow right next to his. "But they smell so much like you."