Ookami/Mahou Arc
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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,194
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White Wings
White Wings
A Mahou and Ookami fiction by Setsuna Jikan who should really be asleep
It had been awhile since he'd been on Konyuu, even longer since he'd walked through the Kensii district, but that really didn't matter. Mahou walked with long, confident strides, smirking and winking at all that he passed, causing both men and women to swoon with the thought of bedding him. But Mahou didn't feel like settling for anyone just this night, oh nosiree. You see, he had a very special person in mind, and he would get that person no matter what. Quite a fiesty one, his target, always putting up a struggle despite the knowledge that he would loose. The knowledge that he wanted to loose. Because no one could resist the greatness that is Mahou! Well, exept one person but she was scary and Mahou didn't want to do her anyway. So there. Nyah.
Mahou stopped on the dark neon-lit street, staring at a dusky bar with a leer on his face. Running a hand through his blonde hair, Mahou smiled and pushed open the door.
The tavern/bar was fairly empty, not surprising given the late hour, but even if it had been full Mahou would have spotted his target immedietly. The Cercian was slouched over the bar top, scowling into the drink cradled in his hands. The bartender looked up and grinned at Mahou.
"Hey, Em-man! Long time no see! Still lookin' young there, lucky bastard!" he called, laughing. Mahou grinned, sauntering over to the bar.
"El-man! Hey, you look like a fucking corpse! Seriously, though, man you look great. How's Emille hangin'?" he asked, leaning in Liam's face, pretending to ignore Ookami. Infact he was so highly intuned with the movements and thoughts of the young man next to him that he could tell that, without looking, he was glaring and well on his way to being drunk. As he chatted it up with Liam, he could feel the boy getting more and more flustered and annoyed, tail bristling and ears flattening just like an annoyed pussy cat. Mahou had to surpress the laugh at the look the boy would get on his face if Mahou ever told him that, seeing as he was a Cercian and they were just so damn proud of their wolven heritage. Smirking, Mahou just waited for him to make a move.
Ookami glared, taking a rather large drink from his tankard as he watched that bastard just nochalantly ignore him. Damnit, did he think it was easy to get away from Seda and Takami?! First he sends that goddamn evocitive dream that ruins the fifth sleeping shirt Ookami'd had to purchase since their last rondevouse now he just ignores him?! Goddamn bastard.
Scowling, Ookami slammed the empty tankard on the counter, throwing some money down. Bowing shortly to the barkeep, he made to leave when suddenly he felt it. A ghost of a touch running up his back, pausing to stroke at his neck, then smoothly moving back down until--
"That's IT!" he screamed, turning back around and slamming into Mahou, fisting his hands in that unbuttoned top, crushing his mouth flush against that smirking mouth. He groaned when two strong arms wrapped around him, crushing him, that damn devilish mouth plunduring his with a vengance. When his mouth was finally released all he could do was just hang limply in Mahou's hold, gasping softly as talented fingers ran under his shirt, coaxing gasps and whimpers expertly. Vaugely he heard Mahou talking to the barkeep--probably arranging a room--but Ookami could care less. Mewling, he clung to Mahou, rubbing himself against him, trying to get some friction when he was suddenly swept up, being carried out of the dully lit bar to an even darker corridor. Scowling, he started to struggle, not liking the hold. Mahou laughed and clutched him tighter, nuzzling his neck, drawing a strangled moan.
"Just give me a moment, Ka-kun," he murmured, swiping a hand quickly across Ookami's groin, relishing in the groan and bucking of Ookami's hips. "I'll get us to the room quicker this way." Ookami let out a low growl, clutching at Mahou's hair and dragging him down for a deep kiss. Mahou stopped short, taking the time to ravish that mouth completely before pulling away abruptly, fumbling to open the door they were infront of. Grinning, he kicked the door as it started to open, swinging it all the way in. Rushing in, he engaged the locks again before throwing Ookami on the sparse bed, crawling on top of him. Groaning, they kissed again, hands tearing and fumbling with the other's clothes, trying to bare as much skin as was possible. Ookami growled when he managed to remover Mahou's goddamn sky blue shirt, biting the junction of Mahou's neck and shoulder, lapping at the mark. Mahou groaned, grabbing both of Ookami's hands and thrusting them above his head, tying them to the headboard with the remains of his shirt. Grinning, he sat back to admire his work.
Ookami lay there, flushed and bothered, snarling up at him, green and brown eyes flashing with lust and indignancy, his chest bared and his body writhering enticingly underneath him. Mahou groaned and bent down, hastily undoing Ookami's jeans. Finally removing the blasted things--after rembering Ookami's goddamn shoes--he chucked them across the room, shortly following them with his own. Ookami groaned, hands straining against his bounds, wanting to touch that goddamn perfect golden skin, nails rending the fabric with soft rriirr rriirr noises. Mahou grabbed a tube from the small table, spreading the gel over his fingers before thrusting them inside Ookami, streatching him well. Even though he was a Cercian, and like most members of his race naturally pliable, Mahou was a freakin' Sage, and obviously well endowed. He didn't want to hurt his little Ka-kun, that would be a sure-fire way to loose the best lay he's ever had in his 2100+ year life, and if he just went without any preperation that would be percisely what he would do.
When Ookami was thrusting back wantonly against his fingers Mahou pulled them out, relishing in the distraught moan Ookami released.
"Hold on a moment, Ka-kun," he whispered, slicking up his shaft as fast as possible. Ookami moaned again.
"Ma...hou...kiss me," he begged, straining upwards. Mahou swooped down, threading a hand through that mussed grey hair, pulling slightly as he ravaged his mouth, swollowing the gutteral groans as he thrust in, not stopping the slightest before pulling back out and pounding in again. Mouths slid across and apart as the passion mounted, both crying out as they drew near. Ookami fell first, back arching as he screamed Mahou's name, eyes going opaque. Mahou arched backwards, snowy white wings exploading in a mass of light and feathers, eyes wide and unseeing. Bonelessly, he flopped to the bed beside Ookami, the two trying to regain the basic ability to just freakin' breathe. Ookami winced when he tried to move his arms back down, hands still caught fast by the fabric of Mahou's damn shirt. Chuckling, Mahou flapped a hand lazily and the fabric slid loose, sliding to the floor. Rubbing his wrists, Ookami eyed Mahou.
"You're a fucking jackass, you know," he stated, turning to get up and find his clothes. A hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him into the warm embrace of arms and wings. Warm breath curled around his ear, bringing pleasent shivers.
"Please, stay with me tonight Ookami..." A whisper holding so much promise that Ookami couldn't afford to hope for and yet...
"....Fine..." That warm embrace was worth it and Ookami fell asleep, sated, surrounded by white and candlelight....
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AN: THAT WAS SO FUN!! *squeals and falls to the floor, rolling about* Gods, what a way to break a writer's block, ne?! This originally started out with a late night conversation with San about how she was going to laugh if someone ever drew/wrote Alec MPREGed (if you do i'll kill you and your house will spontanously combust) and I shot back that if anyone in my story were going to mpregged it would be Devlin 'Dev' Wyle, Tev's twin brother. Then we decided that the most fitting character to get mpregged in her comic was Ookami simply because we are horribly to Ookami. Seriously, if one person out of the four was going to wear a dress it would be Ookami. Just cause. And we were talking about Mahou's spawn and how he prolly shouldn't have kids but he prolly has a million of them. Then I somehow out of nowhere like a speeding cookie I got the brilliant idea of sex with Ookami and Mahou in a bar (originally their first sex scene). That was Friday. I just stayed up wicked late to write this up and San's on the phone with me (she says "Hello?") and I'm down in the family room freezing listening to Goo Goo Dolls and when I was reading this aloud I had this fear that my parents were going to come downstairs to yell at me to go to sleep cause its like three in the goddamn morning and I so have school tomorrow but I don't care and they were going to be all "What the hell're you reading?!?" Not coooooooool. Actually quite awkward. Gay sex. I only had two hours of sleep last night and two donuts among other things today so insanity is BLOOD in the head place. Dya know that wild turkeys can fly and they nest in TREES and they're fucking HUGE and I have a flock of em in my goddamn woods and oh gods one day, one day I'm gonna be out there and I'm gonna hear this warbly noise and Im gonna freeze and look up slowly and BAM, there in a fucking skinny branch is gonna be a fat ass turkey, staring at me. Then I shall scream like a little girl and run all the way home. Tired spoon monkeys why are we still on the phone?! WHY AM I STYILL TYPING>!?!? SYPHILUS! UGH!
Sets out turkey waffle iron
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A Mahou and Ookami fiction by Setsuna Jikan who should really be asleep
It had been awhile since he'd been on Konyuu, even longer since he'd walked through the Kensii district, but that really didn't matter. Mahou walked with long, confident strides, smirking and winking at all that he passed, causing both men and women to swoon with the thought of bedding him. But Mahou didn't feel like settling for anyone just this night, oh nosiree. You see, he had a very special person in mind, and he would get that person no matter what. Quite a fiesty one, his target, always putting up a struggle despite the knowledge that he would loose. The knowledge that he wanted to loose. Because no one could resist the greatness that is Mahou! Well, exept one person but she was scary and Mahou didn't want to do her anyway. So there. Nyah.
Mahou stopped on the dark neon-lit street, staring at a dusky bar with a leer on his face. Running a hand through his blonde hair, Mahou smiled and pushed open the door.
The tavern/bar was fairly empty, not surprising given the late hour, but even if it had been full Mahou would have spotted his target immedietly. The Cercian was slouched over the bar top, scowling into the drink cradled in his hands. The bartender looked up and grinned at Mahou.
"Hey, Em-man! Long time no see! Still lookin' young there, lucky bastard!" he called, laughing. Mahou grinned, sauntering over to the bar.
"El-man! Hey, you look like a fucking corpse! Seriously, though, man you look great. How's Emille hangin'?" he asked, leaning in Liam's face, pretending to ignore Ookami. Infact he was so highly intuned with the movements and thoughts of the young man next to him that he could tell that, without looking, he was glaring and well on his way to being drunk. As he chatted it up with Liam, he could feel the boy getting more and more flustered and annoyed, tail bristling and ears flattening just like an annoyed pussy cat. Mahou had to surpress the laugh at the look the boy would get on his face if Mahou ever told him that, seeing as he was a Cercian and they were just so damn proud of their wolven heritage. Smirking, Mahou just waited for him to make a move.
Ookami glared, taking a rather large drink from his tankard as he watched that bastard just nochalantly ignore him. Damnit, did he think it was easy to get away from Seda and Takami?! First he sends that goddamn evocitive dream that ruins the fifth sleeping shirt Ookami'd had to purchase since their last rondevouse now he just ignores him?! Goddamn bastard.
Scowling, Ookami slammed the empty tankard on the counter, throwing some money down. Bowing shortly to the barkeep, he made to leave when suddenly he felt it. A ghost of a touch running up his back, pausing to stroke at his neck, then smoothly moving back down until--
"That's IT!" he screamed, turning back around and slamming into Mahou, fisting his hands in that unbuttoned top, crushing his mouth flush against that smirking mouth. He groaned when two strong arms wrapped around him, crushing him, that damn devilish mouth plunduring his with a vengance. When his mouth was finally released all he could do was just hang limply in Mahou's hold, gasping softly as talented fingers ran under his shirt, coaxing gasps and whimpers expertly. Vaugely he heard Mahou talking to the barkeep--probably arranging a room--but Ookami could care less. Mewling, he clung to Mahou, rubbing himself against him, trying to get some friction when he was suddenly swept up, being carried out of the dully lit bar to an even darker corridor. Scowling, he started to struggle, not liking the hold. Mahou laughed and clutched him tighter, nuzzling his neck, drawing a strangled moan.
"Just give me a moment, Ka-kun," he murmured, swiping a hand quickly across Ookami's groin, relishing in the groan and bucking of Ookami's hips. "I'll get us to the room quicker this way." Ookami let out a low growl, clutching at Mahou's hair and dragging him down for a deep kiss. Mahou stopped short, taking the time to ravish that mouth completely before pulling away abruptly, fumbling to open the door they were infront of. Grinning, he kicked the door as it started to open, swinging it all the way in. Rushing in, he engaged the locks again before throwing Ookami on the sparse bed, crawling on top of him. Groaning, they kissed again, hands tearing and fumbling with the other's clothes, trying to bare as much skin as was possible. Ookami growled when he managed to remover Mahou's goddamn sky blue shirt, biting the junction of Mahou's neck and shoulder, lapping at the mark. Mahou groaned, grabbing both of Ookami's hands and thrusting them above his head, tying them to the headboard with the remains of his shirt. Grinning, he sat back to admire his work.
Ookami lay there, flushed and bothered, snarling up at him, green and brown eyes flashing with lust and indignancy, his chest bared and his body writhering enticingly underneath him. Mahou groaned and bent down, hastily undoing Ookami's jeans. Finally removing the blasted things--after rembering Ookami's goddamn shoes--he chucked them across the room, shortly following them with his own. Ookami groaned, hands straining against his bounds, wanting to touch that goddamn perfect golden skin, nails rending the fabric with soft rriirr rriirr noises. Mahou grabbed a tube from the small table, spreading the gel over his fingers before thrusting them inside Ookami, streatching him well. Even though he was a Cercian, and like most members of his race naturally pliable, Mahou was a freakin' Sage, and obviously well endowed. He didn't want to hurt his little Ka-kun, that would be a sure-fire way to loose the best lay he's ever had in his 2100+ year life, and if he just went without any preperation that would be percisely what he would do.
When Ookami was thrusting back wantonly against his fingers Mahou pulled them out, relishing in the distraught moan Ookami released.
"Hold on a moment, Ka-kun," he whispered, slicking up his shaft as fast as possible. Ookami moaned again.
"Ma...hou...kiss me," he begged, straining upwards. Mahou swooped down, threading a hand through that mussed grey hair, pulling slightly as he ravaged his mouth, swollowing the gutteral groans as he thrust in, not stopping the slightest before pulling back out and pounding in again. Mouths slid across and apart as the passion mounted, both crying out as they drew near. Ookami fell first, back arching as he screamed Mahou's name, eyes going opaque. Mahou arched backwards, snowy white wings exploading in a mass of light and feathers, eyes wide and unseeing. Bonelessly, he flopped to the bed beside Ookami, the two trying to regain the basic ability to just freakin' breathe. Ookami winced when he tried to move his arms back down, hands still caught fast by the fabric of Mahou's damn shirt. Chuckling, Mahou flapped a hand lazily and the fabric slid loose, sliding to the floor. Rubbing his wrists, Ookami eyed Mahou.
"You're a fucking jackass, you know," he stated, turning to get up and find his clothes. A hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him into the warm embrace of arms and wings. Warm breath curled around his ear, bringing pleasent shivers.
"Please, stay with me tonight Ookami..." A whisper holding so much promise that Ookami couldn't afford to hope for and yet...
"....Fine..." That warm embrace was worth it and Ookami fell asleep, sated, surrounded by white and candlelight....
---{{}}---
AN: THAT WAS SO FUN!! *squeals and falls to the floor, rolling about* Gods, what a way to break a writer's block, ne?! This originally started out with a late night conversation with San about how she was going to laugh if someone ever drew/wrote Alec MPREGed (if you do i'll kill you and your house will spontanously combust) and I shot back that if anyone in my story were going to mpregged it would be Devlin 'Dev' Wyle, Tev's twin brother. Then we decided that the most fitting character to get mpregged in her comic was Ookami simply because we are horribly to Ookami. Seriously, if one person out of the four was going to wear a dress it would be Ookami. Just cause. And we were talking about Mahou's spawn and how he prolly shouldn't have kids but he prolly has a million of them. Then I somehow out of nowhere like a speeding cookie I got the brilliant idea of sex with Ookami and Mahou in a bar (originally their first sex scene). That was Friday. I just stayed up wicked late to write this up and San's on the phone with me (she says "Hello?") and I'm down in the family room freezing listening to Goo Goo Dolls and when I was reading this aloud I had this fear that my parents were going to come downstairs to yell at me to go to sleep cause its like three in the goddamn morning and I so have school tomorrow but I don't care and they were going to be all "What the hell're you reading?!?" Not coooooooool. Actually quite awkward. Gay sex. I only had two hours of sleep last night and two donuts among other things today so insanity is BLOOD in the head place. Dya know that wild turkeys can fly and they nest in TREES and they're fucking HUGE and I have a flock of em in my goddamn woods and oh gods one day, one day I'm gonna be out there and I'm gonna hear this warbly noise and Im gonna freeze and look up slowly and BAM, there in a fucking skinny branch is gonna be a fat ass turkey, staring at me. Then I shall scream like a little girl and run all the way home. Tired spoon monkeys why are we still on the phone?! WHY AM I STYILL TYPING>!?!? SYPHILUS! UGH!
Sets out turkey waffle iron
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