I do not own any of the characters used or mentioned in this story. I created this simply for the enjoyment of myself, and other readers.
Issun and Waka don't appear to be a popular couple, but I think they're adorable. This involves man on man action, and fangirl Amaterasu.
EDIT: As sweet as the reviews for this story were, I know that this was crap. Especially after I recently re-read it. Jesus, it was crap. So I fixed it up. Hope you enjoy this edited and polished version of Request for Fun.
Waka dropped his flute as the words Issun had said slowly sunk in. "Y-You want me to.. Wait, what?!"
The little Poncle looked down at the ground as his aura turned pink with embarrassment. "I-I-I just thought... I mean, you don't have to. I just assumed... that you were familiar with that kind of stuff."
Waka stared at him in shock for several heartbeats. He had absolutely no idea how to respond to something like that. Never in his centuries of living did someone ask him what Issun had just requested. Perhaps that wasn't entirely true. He did have offers in the past, but none of them had ever been so forward. Because of this fact, Waka briefly wondered if the tiny being was ill. If not ill, he must have been playing Waka for a fool. But when he gazed down at the Poncle glowing pink with great embarrasment, he knew that he was sincere. Issun really wanted this.
Waka sank to his knees and held his hand out. Issun glanced at it and hesitated for a moment, unnerved by Waka's silence, then lept onto it. He had to sit down as Waka raised his hand closer to his face. "You really are serious, mon chéri?"
Issun smiled sheepishly. "Hey, since when am I not serious?"
"Quite often." Waka couldn't help but laugh as the Poncle frowned at him. Despite the bizarre request, it was still the same Issun. His friend. If Waka was going to do this for anybody, it would be him.
"Alright. I accept your offer. I need the Lucky Mallet, mon chéri."
Issun's aura abruptly turned bright green. "Really?" He asked, his voice strained with surprise and excitement.
"Of course. Anything for you, my little bouncing friend."
With newfound enthusiasm (and still a hint of pink in aura), Issun leapt back down onto the ground. "I got the mallet here just keep your over-sized clown pants on." He pulled the Mallet out, from God knows where, and it hovered in the air above the blonde prophet. "I'm still a bit surprised you're agreeing to this."
Waka was silent as the Mallet swung in the air three times above his head. After the third swing, Waka glowed white and began to rapidly shrink to the size of a bug. It wasn't neccessarily a painful experience, but it wasn't pleasant either. The white light left his body and he let out a yelp as he landed on his back on the grassy floor. He found himself staring up into Issun's youthful features as his mind set itself back into order. "Hello, there." Waka greeted with his usual suave.
Issun grinned down at him. "Hello, yourself. Welcome to my world, Blondie. You okay?" Issun held out his hand. Waka took it graciously and stood up. He brushed the dirt off his clothes before glancing around at the grass stalks that now were as tall as him. It was strange seeing something that was once so small now so big. Well, some of them were big. Issun was still small. As Waka craned his neck down to look at the Poncle, he realized that the top of Issun's head only came to Waka's shoulder.
"Damn it!" Issun suddenly growled. "Even shrunk to the size of a bug, you're still taller than I am. I thought for sure I would be the taller one."
Waka chuckled. He brielfy took notice how attractive Issun looked when he pointed. "Sometimes life isn't fair, my little bouncing friend. Now, about your request...?"
"Oh... Yeah, that," Issun blushed as he rocked back on his heels. "I guess we should start now?"
Waka took a step closer. He smirked as he realized how little the Poncle really knew about situations like these. Ironic, when he claimed to be such a ladies' man. He reached a hand out and gently slid off Issun's beetle-shaped helmet. Issun's thick, shiny black hair tumbled out. Most of it was pulled back into a ponytail, but his bangs were untamed and unkempt around his head. It made him look rugged, wild even. Waka was surprised by how much of a turn on it was.
"Relax, amour." He said in a voice like silk. "You came to the right person." He leaned down and gently pressed his lips against Issun's.
Waka let out a grunt as his back hit the ground. He winced when he felt something sharp dig into his back, and was about to complain about it before he was silenced by Issun's mouth covering his own. Waka was pleasantly surprised by the Poncle's passion. For a how small his size was, Issun never did things by halves. His tongue danced inside Waka's mouth with seductive promise while his hands raked down the prophet's sides. Waka groaned as he was overcome with want, his back arching up to meet the touch. He moved his lips in sync with Issun's as he clutched the hair-tie at the base of Issun's skull and pulled. The Poncle let out a pained grunt, and his hair tumbled down, barely touching his shoulders.
Their positions were abruptly flipped and they broke apart. Waka caught Issun's lust-ful gaze with his own, and without breaking it, slid his hands down Issun's sides to his legs. His blue tunic was rucked up around his hips, so Waka gripped his thighs and guided his legs to wrap around his own waist. Their clothed groins pressed together and the delicious friction made them both moan out loud.
The temperature between them was rapidly rising. The heat was almost unbearable and Waka needed more contact. He ripped open his magenta kimono, much to Issun's delight, and shrugged it off his shoulders. Issun reached a hand out to tentatively touch Waka's chest, right over his heart. The contrast between their skin, Waka's milky pale against Issun's coffee tan, was almost harmonic. At least to Issun's eyes. He looked up at Waka through his dark eyelashes, and the prophet darted forward to capture his mouth in a searing kiss. As their tongues met and slid hotly together, their hands met and worked to remove Issun's clothes.
Waka pulled back from the kiss as the Poncle's tunic fell away. Whatever control Waka had left in that moment was gone. Before today, Issun was the last person he imagined sleeping with. Now, the little Celestial Envoy was at the top of his list. Waka licked his lips and leaned down to shower that tan, lean torso in caresses and kisses and bites. The unmarked skin before him was begging for it, and who was Waka to refuse? He ran his hot tongue over Issun's hardened nipples as he reached a hand down to palm the Poncle's erection that was rapidly making itself known.
"Oh, Gods~!" The Poncle arched his back and moaned. He reached his hands up to slide through Waka's hair, met resistance, practically tore off that stupid head piece the prophet always wore, then clutched at the long golden locks that cascaded down Waka's back. Waka raised his head back up to kiss him again. Issun responded eagerly and rolled his hips up against the prophet's hand. They kissed hungrily, as if their very life force was coming for the other's mouth. Issun pulled away first to gulp in air, his desire desperately needing to be bedded.
"Take... Those god-damn pants off... Right now." Iussn snarled. The blonde prophet had never wanted to obey anything that came out of that Poncle's mouth, but he could make an exception this time.
"Oui, mon chéri." Waka shoved his pants down and off, not caring where they ended up. He returned to his place between Issun's legs and wrapped a hand around the Poncle's weeping erection. "There will be no turning back. I won't be able to stop myself. Are you sure you want to-"
"Are you seriously asking me that, Waka? Now?!"
That was all the prophet needed to be told. He quickly sucked on his own fingers thoroughly then pressed them against Issun's puckered entrance. The Poncle sucked in a breath at the intrusion of Waka's finger. He leaned his head back, biting his bottom lip as he clenched his eyes shut. He hissed as second finger was added to the first. They moved in and out of him at a steady pace, stretching him rigorously, and it took everything he had to relax. In the end, Issun really wasn't sure what to think of this part. He didn't know if it felt good or not. He was stuck on this precipice between pleasure and pain, ready to fall on either side at the slightest slip.
"I can't wait any longer." Waka's breathy voice cut through whatever daze Issun had caught himself in. Waka's fingers were ubruptly removed. Issun was suddenly very aware of way was happening. Hot arousal and desire flooded his system, and he whined in want as he felt the head of Waka's cock touching the ring of muscle at his entrance. Issun was writhing when Waka weaved his hands up to cup his face and force him to lock his gaze. "I'll go as slow as I can, ça va?"
Issun slowly nodded. He allowed Waka to lift him up to hover over his lap as the prophet sat back on his heels. The Poncle bit his lip as he felt the thick girth prodding him, ready to impale him. The desire was still there, hot and pulsing, but nerousness had wormed it's way into his stomach. He steadied himself on his knees as he gripped Waka's shoulders. "R-Remind me ah-again why I'm not topping?" Issun muttered, some of his spunk coming through even in his aroused state.
"Because I'm bigger than you, amour."
Issun didn't get a chance to reply before he was slowly lowered onto Waka's lap. He clenched his teeth as he grunted in discomfort and slight pain. This was very different from the fingers. He wasn't on that precipice anymore. There was definitely pain now, despite Waka's efforts to prepare him. It was a gritty burn of his body haven't not been used like this. Issun let out a breath he didn't know he was holding once he was fully seated onto the blonde's lap. He pressed his forehead against his Waka's shoulder as he breathed heavily through his nose.
"You alright, Issun?" Waka's voice was warm and pleasant against his ear, and Issun nodded in response. "Is it alright for me to move?" Another nod. "You sure? We can go as slow as-"
"Damn it, Waka, I'm not a flower, just move!"
With tender hands, he guided Issun's hips to raise up and come back down to meet his own thrusts. Waka couldn't stop the moan that tore from his throat. The Poncle's tight heat felt like heaven against him, and he couldn't help but thrust a bit faster. Issun was having a harder time keeping up, but it made him feel better to hear Waka's noises of pleasure. He lowered his hand between their moving bodies to grasp his own cock to try and make the gravely friction more bearable. Why didn't it feel good...?
"I can't... Find it..." The blonde prophet rasped into Issun's ear. He angled his hips in different directions, hoping to find that special spot that would leave his little bouncing friend screaming his name.
"I-It's okay, Waka," Issun gasped out. "Just... Enjoy yourself... I asked for this. You- Ugh!" The Poncle threw his head back as an overwhelming sense of pleasure shot threw him. Waka grinned and hit that spot again. Issun let out a shrill cry that probably the Gods could hear.
"That's... What I was looking for..." Waka shoved Issun onto his back once more. He hooked his arms under his knees and thrust all the harder at the newfound angle.
Issun was writhing mess. His cries of pleasure were quickly escalating, and his manhood ached from the need to release. He didn't know how much longer he would last. "Waka... I-I can't-..."
The blonde licked his lips as his eyes glazed over. He dropped his head to Issun's neck to suck a bruise into the skin. The Poncle clutched Waka to himself as he was brought to the brink. Waka clutched Issun's hips in a bruising grip. "S-say my name." He rasped.
"W-Waka..."
"Louder. Now!"
"WAKA!"
Issun tied his tunic neatly back into place as Waka hummed a tune he didn't recognize from somewhere behind him. Issun didn't know whether to find it endearing or annoying, so he ignored it all together as he crouched down to tighten his boots into place. He immediately regretted it as the newly acquired soreness of his backside flared into new life. He instead reached up to tie his hair back as glared over his shoulder at Waka who was still looking for the top half of his outfit.
"You know, you could have been a little bit gentler." Issun called bitterly as his eyes caught sight of a magenta kimono a little ways from him. He scooped it up into his arms before walking over to the blonde prophet.
"Merci," Waka said thankfully as he took the kimono from Issun. "And I apologize, mon chéri. I got a little carried away towards the end."
Issun scoffed and turned around in a huff. "Sorry doesn't fix my sore ass." He crossed his arms and frowned when he heard Waka chuckling behind him. "Don't laugh at me!"
Waka sidled up to the shorter man and wrapped his arms around his waist. He buried his face into Issun's shoulder as he pressed his front against his back. "I said I'm sorry. C'mon, you have to admit, it was good."
"Great." Issun corrected defiantly. "It was great. Now get away from me."
Waka planted one final kiss to the Poncle's neck before pulling away to slip on his kimono. It was silent for a little while, and Issun hated silence. He dug the toe of his boot into the ground absentmindedly before turning around to gaze at the blonde prophet. He cocked his head at him fondly as Waka fidgeted with his tangled hair, then snapped out of it when Waka looked up. "Why did you agree to sleep with me?" Issun asked.
Waka paused as if deep in thought before shrugging. "I like you." he admitted.
Issun smirked before shaking his head. "There has to be another reason."
"That's it, my little bouncing friend."
"Really?"
"Really."
Issun stared at the ground for several moments, turning over what Waka had said in his mind. Eventually, he perked up and moved over to the prophet to wrap his small arms around his tall, thin midsection. "As much as I hate to admit it, I like you, too."
Waka grinned and buried a hand into Issun's dark hair. He brought his head closer and pressed their foreheads together. They stayed like that for a while, Waka holding him and Issun allowing himself to be held. It was nice for a little while. Until Issun couldn't take the silence anymore.
"Okay, okay, get off me, you big girl," the Poncle pushed the prophet away and picked up his beetle-shaped helmet. "The moment's gone, knock it off."
Waka gasped dramatically and pressed his hand over his heart in mock hurt. "Your words wound me, amour!"
Issun shook his head and looked up at the sky. It looked like the sun was about to set any moment. He felt as if he was forgetting something, but what?
Waka glanced up too. He seemed be thinking the same train of thought as Issun. He blinked in realization before furrowing his small, golden eyebrows in confusion. "Where's Amaterasu?" He asked, looking over at Issun.
"The furball? I have no idea..."
Amaterasu had passed out behind a tree a long time ago. She knew she wasn't supposed to be listening to what was happening, but she couldn't help it. And when she caught a glimpse of it, she had just simply lost it. The poor wolf knew things would never be the same.
It didn't quite come out right, but I wanted to post it because of the lack of legit intimate stories in the Okami fandom. If you guys like it, that's all that matters.
