Pillars of Decadence, a KougaxMuramasa fic
Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine. If it was, it'd be Muramasa kicking Kouga in the stomach. Repeatedly. Grr.
AN: I decided to leave 'Pillars of Sanctuary' as its own thing -- it's so sweet and cute, that I hate to bring lemons into it. That story might get lemonesque but I'd prefer it to be more/less about friendship than passion. I won't call PoD a 'oneshot' because I already see it growing past that. Plus, even if I make it a oneshot you dear readers will plead with me to write more. So.
Warnings: Since I'm quickwriting this, I'll go with my standard disclaimer: lemons. yaoi. rough play (if not now then later), implied D/s (master/slave & dom/sub hand in hand) ...um...I think that's it. If this is your first fic with me, that's pretty much how ALL my dirty stories roll. Somewhat spoilerific if you haven't been watching all of the zanpaktou filler arc, esp 250 & 251.
I'm picking up where 'Pillars of Sanctuary' left off -- where these two are slowly starting to explore something more...intimate. Scenes are in the inner world for the most part. I'll differentiate when they aren't.
Storytime!
Most of the time, Muramasa didn't mind the way he looked. After all, he was part of the soul of Kuchiki Kouga, a very beautiful man. However, his long nails had limitations. As he looked into Kouga's eyes, he realized that the same hands that were stroking his master's face could easily tear skin and rip muscle from bone without much effort. He focused on the slow buildup of understanding in Kouga's eyes after they broke off their sudden kiss, and paused.
"Why did you stop?"
Kouga's question gave him room to think. Why did he stop? Those lips were soft in comparison to the confused, hardened nature that was devouring his master second by second. He liked that very much -- the kissing at least. The changes in his master were beginning to bother him, but there was little he could do. To go against Kouga was out of the question. Loyalty was implicit in every step, every syllable, every movement. Unquestionable and unshakable, the way it ought to be.
"I don't want to make you uncomfortable." It was an honest reply. From the way Kouga was shivering, he could tell that a same sex pairing was not something native to the man pacing madly back and forth across the pillar. Kouga's foul mood seemed to be improving, given the way the pillar was slowly expanding. It gave both of them much needed space and more room to be close, if that was what was in order. Muramasa decided to keep going -- improving Kouga's mood was his first priority. When Kouga was troubled, the water would rise higher and higher, threatening to overtake all the pillars and drown Muramasa. He didn't really think he could drown in that water, but he did not like the idea of an inner world overrun by water and fear.
He watched Kouga turn, his face looking mostly unreadable. "Why would I be uncomfortable? I...well...fine. Yes, I'm a little nervous. I've never done such a thing before. I'm assuming you have?"
Muramasa shrugged. "I do not sleep, the way you sleep. When you sheath your sword and rest, I have little to do except roam the world of the zanpaktou. Like you shinigami, we have connections to each other."
Kouga tilted his head. "Connections?"
Muramasa let a smile tug at his lips a bit. "Indeed. When we go to battle together, you ask me to whisper. So that is what I do for you. It makes sense that when I roam the world of the zanpaktou, I am asked to whisper a great deal. It takes on a slightly different meaning..."
Kouga blushed. He wasn't a stranger to the bedroom, but he didn't expect Muramasa to do anything except wait for the next time to be called. "You always answer my calls so quickly."
Another shrug and a sigh from the zanpaktou spirit. "I control other zanpaktou. This means that I set the rules of engagement. One thing that is made clear to all those I...encounter is that anytime you call, I must depart immediately for you. Anytime, anywhere. Most of my...contacts understand this."
"Who have you..." Kouga paused, the blush evident on his face. He put up a hand. "Nevermind. I'm not sure I want to open that box of secrets."
Muramasa stepped a little closer and actually smiled brightly for his master. It was a rare smile, given that Muramasa was often prone to scowling and frowning, much like his master. "That's fine, and it's probably for the best."
Kouga looked at Muramasa's profile, taking in the long white coat with the detailed sash in the middle, the fur collar with the scarf covering his neck. "I didn't even realize you could take that thing off the way we shinigami get rid of our clothes."
It was a slight invitation, given the scenario. The pillar widened a little more, and Muramasa stepped forward again to bridge the gap between them. He reached lightly for Kouga's hand and put it around his sash. "I certainly can take it off, I just have to be careful...my nails tear things easily. If you would like..." Muramasa didn't have the boldness to finish the rest.
Kouga thought on it for a moment, remembering their kiss. Muramasa kissed him with enough passion to make him feel like it was real -- it was really something Muramasa wanted to do. That made Kouga nervous -- he didn't know how to do ...those things. Not with a man. Spirit. Whatever. He wasn't sure how to even begin, or if this was something he should even do. Muramasa was far too ready to make him feel good and he didn't want to take something he wasn't even sure he ought to have.
He remembered the way Muramasa held him without question, the way he moved his hands ever so carefully. He really doesn't want to hurt me. In fact, his entire fear right now is hurting me without meaning to, both physically and emotionally.
A slow, winding heat curled its way through Kouga, bringing to mind a few thoughts that were translated mainly from his prior experiences. Pleasure was the same, wasn't it? If he gave in to his desires -- set aside his Kuchiki pride for a moment and just responded, wouldn't it be the same as with a woman?
He decided to find out. His hands slowly loosened the hidden knot inside Muramasa's sash, letting it go free. The coat opened and he found himself looking at another layer underneath the coat.
"It gets cold here sometimes." the spirit whispered, moving a little closer. The coat had fallen away easily, leaving behind a light brownish-purple yukata, the same color as his messy hair. Muramasa tried not to imply that the coldness came from Kouga's moods, that slithered back and forth between happiness and complete despair the way Muramasa's seductive commands whispered over the hearts of the zanpaktou that fell to his superior will.
Fortunately, Kouga knew how to undo an obi, so that was out of the way easily. His eyes went wide as he slowly uncovered mile after mile of pale skin, from the wide shoulders that slowly narrowed down to a small chest and flat stomach. He brought their lips together again, closing his eyes.
Muramasa kept his eyes open, not wanting to miss a single moment. He carefully slipped his master's shinigami clothes off of him bit by bit, exposing him down to the waist. He admired the hard muscles, the smooth skin kissed by just the right amount of sunlight. He felt Kouga slip his tongue in and couldn't help but moan -- for a man that had never touched another man, Kouga knew enough to make things interesting indeed. Muramasa trailed a clawed hand against Kouga's back lightly, letting the nails scratch soft skin.
The two of them stood this way for a few moments, exploring each others lines, slopes, and peaks. Kouga raised an eyebrow, breaking the kiss for a moment. "Hm. I'm not sure how this is supposed to work. There's nothing here."
Muramasa pressed his right index finger and thumb together, the nails clicking together with the motion. The pillar had already been widened, so it was easy to add a ring of thick brownish-purple cushions. Kouga chuckled quietly. "How did you do that?"
He earned another shrug from the whispering zanpaktou. "I followed my instincts. Isn't that where everything stems from?"
The phrase shouldn't have been seductive. It wasn't meant to be. Yet Kouga was intently listening to every word, savoring it on his tongue like the finest honey produced in Sereitei. "Indeed." He moved both of them down into the small pile of cushions, his nervousness bubbling up again. "Ah, how...what...am I supposed to do..."
Muramasa wrapped his hands around Kouga's neck, keeping him close. "Didn't we agree, Kouga? Follow your instincts." The last half of his commentary was delivered in a soft, husky whisper, sky blue eyes meeting apple green ones.
Kouga nodded, thinking. He wasn't sure how to move forward - the yukata had been discarded somewhere off to the side of the cushions, leaving the whispering spirit underneath him completely exposed save for the scarf that still adorned his neck. It made for a very erotic look -- especially with the long strands of hair that spilled over between Muramasa's eyes.
Kouga's hakama disappeared as well, ended up next to the discarded yukata and overcoat. The discarded clothing would have to keep each other company while their owners kissed, touched, whispered to each other.
Each passing moment made Kouga hungrier, more excited. He nipped hard at Muramasa's shoulder, his hands touching, exploring, finding, testing. He seemed transfixed with the stiff erection that was not his own, unsure what to do with it.
Muramasa scratched a nail across Kouga's back again, chiding him softly. "What do your instincts tell you now?"
He raised a thin brown eyebrow as Kouga held his hand up in the air, calling in a tiny bottle. "I think I'm beginning to understand. This may be your world, but I can override much, if not all of it. Correct."
The spirit nodded and hummed. "You're catching on quickly."
Kouga licked his lips and used the tiny bottle of lubricant to best advantage, preparing Muramasa. It earned him the first blush the whispering spirit had during the entire session. "How kind of you. It was not..necessary." Kouga smirked. "You said to follow my instincts. This is what I would normally do for ...her." He continued working the lube inside Muramasa, being rewarded with more soft moans and whimpers.
Such a submissive and willing zanpaktou spirit, even though he is literally created to control lives. How interesting. Kouga thought quietly.
There wasn't any turning back. That was clear: not when Muramasa was laid out so spendidly, not when both of them were so aroused and so hungry and so...
"Kouga!" Muramasa's voice echoed through the pillar world. Kouga had pressed in all the way in one move, his thoughts placing his body on autopilot. Muramasa howled and let his nails dig more into Kouga's back. If this phased the shinigami, he didn't comment on it. Instead, a wide grin crept on his features. "Just following my instincts, Muramasa. I see you're following yours. Keep it up."
What? Does he really want me to ...
The nails stopped moving for a moment and Kouga dipped his head down to bite Muramasa's shoulder again. "Did I tell you to stop ...more."
Instincts were such a treasured thing in moments like this. Muramasa complied, digging his nails into Kouga's back as his master drove into him over and over again. Kouga twisted himself around differently to get comfortable and earned another sharp moan from the whispering spirit.
"Oh!" Sky blue eyes open wide, wavering...
Apple green eyes frosted over with concern. "Am I hurting you...sorry..."
A quick shake of the head and a smile. "On...the contrary...when you shifted...you're touching...ah! you're..." The eyes closed and the lips stopped moving.
Beads of understanding began to collect in Kouga's brain. Ah, it is similar. A man has a spot, just like a woman. Hm. He began slowly pressing against that spot over and over, breathing deeply, beginning to let his movements have less and less association with rational thought.
Follow your instincts.
Those whispered tones bounced around in his head as he enjoyed Muramasa, shaking as his body processed this new pleasure. "Mm, it's nice to see you following your instincts too...those claws suit you...very much."
They tangled with each other, until he felt Muramasa start to get closer and closer to his peak. Kouga leaned over to breathe directly into Muramasa's ear, licking the pale shell a few times. "So...are you going to whisper for me too, Muramasa? Is that where this is going? Why don't we ...whisper together, ne?"
The lines were executed with such a teasing innocence that Muramasa just lost it. He squeezed Kouga tightly and scratched the shinigami's back wildly as his back arched, mouth forming a hard firm O. His eyes partially shut, becoming narrow slits.
Kouga clenched his teeth for a moment, watching Muramasa's climax with a wide grin on his face. He pumped in and out of the thinner man, finally giving up hold on his release and letting go. Kouga groaned, feeling like everything was being drained out of him. The scorn of Soul Society's elite, the loneliness, the sense of failure stemming from having so much criticism hurled at him all at once...everything seemed to drain out along with the liquid heat that was filling up his dear whispering spirit.
Muramasa moved a hand to stroke Kouga's cheek lightly once he was spent. "Good lesson in following your instincts, eh? I knew you could."
Kouga moved off of him and manifested a blanket for the both of them. He pulled the spirit closer to him and sighed, nodding.
"Of course I could." He said, summoning up the classic Kuchiki pride with each move of his lips.
After all, all he had to do was learn how to whisper. The rest came easily enough.
AN: Yes, I know that Kouga is married. That never meant someone magically had Mad Leet Bedroom Skillz0rz. So I'm taking the foundation that Kouga kinda-sorta knows what to do but has issues and letting Muramasa guide him -- a little topping from the bottom I s'pose but I'll run with it for now.
I see the makings of another micro-universe stewing. Oh my. Pillars of Decadence will focus on the romantic/lemony/snuggly side - some fluff, some dialogue, some introspection. Lots of inner world scenes. This is probably a little OOC as well -- I'm writing this with the POV that Kouga hasn't gone completely batshit insane and gotten abusive with Mura. That's it.
I have Muramasa & Kouga manifesting things because they're in the inner world. That's the best way I could make things fit. I imagine that if the inner world is of one's own creation, then this is semi-plausible. Ah, the ramblings of a tired fangirl at 5am. Why is 5am the fanfic hour, anyway? I never get this creative during the day. Grr.
I got some nice alert/fave/review action from Pillars of Sanctuary -- completely unexpected. *bows* This story would have never happened without that encouragement. I appreciate everyone. This *will* continue so keep it in mind if you want more. :) I haven't forgotten PoS either -- I'll update it when I can.
Oh, the fanfic. Christmas break has gotten kinda hot in here.
Last self-promo move - I write all my storyboarding, characterization, and quickwrites usually on my LJ first. It's my handle here .livejournal dot com. Link is also in my profile now. Thanks y'all! Time for me to get some sleep...I have a busy day tomorrow.