Pillars of Decadence, a KougaxMuramasa story
Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine. Seriously. Do you *think* there would be such a lack of lemon in canon land if it was? Serious Business.
AN: Keeping it short and sweet up here — we're back to "Decadence" and it's following right after the events in 'Sanctuary'.
First scene follows the pattern established, with Saira & Muramasa with Kouga & Muramasa to take up the final half of the chapter. It's a 'save the best for last' type of thing. This will be the last time we really see a deep interaction on Saira(OC)'s part with Muramasa in a lemony manner for a while.
Warnings: Same as Chapter 2 - yaoi & het hard lemon scenes, overt BDSM themes (dom/sub & Master/slave), implied role reversal, bondage, supernatural, rough play (with plenty of sensuality too, don't worry) ...I think that's it.
Storytime in the place to be!
Saira dangled the coin on a string in the air, catching it in her palm tiredly. She didn't expect Muramasa to come back, not when he needed time to take care of his shinigami. Her shinigami, on the other hand suddenly wanted to chatter on and on about the happenings of Soul Society, something she was not interested in at all. Not unless it involved Muramasa or Kouga.
That second name irritated her. She knew from the link she had built to Muramasa that things were not right. I wonder why he did not come find me.
That was their game -- when one was hurting, the other would comfort. When one was restless, the other would entertain.
She knew they didn't have long. It didn't stop her from being unable to stop staring at this man in the tall white coat. She found herself smoothly stepping over the wide valley, until she was basically nose to nose with Muramasa. Her smile was subtle.
"How delightful of you to grace me with your appearance again, Mura-chan."
Muramasa closed his eyes. Teasing to the very end, not that he expected anything different from Saira. "Indeed, Saira."
She giggled, playfully circling him for a moment. "Oh? No flowers - you must have rushed here."
Muramasa furrowed his eyebrows together, turning away for a moment so Saira would not see the slight blush that was creeping over his features. "I guess."
Saira chuckled and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. "I am glad you take good care of your Kouga, my dear. Maybe I'll learn how to do that for mine."
He turned to watch her carefully, unsure of what to do. His time here was short, and therefore that meant that his time with Rosen Saira was as well. Would she ever be on the same level as Kouga? Absolutely not. However, he was beginning to see that she did admire him a great deal and he did not want to hurt her, even if he had no control over the circumstances.
"We only have one more day left. I …came to see you to say goodbye."
Saira nodded, biting her lip. "We learn to adjust, Muramasa. That's all we can do."
There was no bed of wildflowers to fall into; there was no easy laughter for the moment. The two zanpaktou spirits chose instead to walk the valley, with Saira slipping her hand carefully in the crook of Muramasa's elbow. It was a comfort for both of them -- being able to walk in silence, with the weight of the future bearing down on them.
After a while, Muramasa began to speak. "I had been looking forward to getting to know you better. Do know that."
"I know."
"I don't know if I'll be able to use my ability to travel back to Soul Society without alerting them."
"You and Kouga have the same signature. It is not safe for you to come back."
"That's…kind of you."
It was an uncomfortable dialogue for an uncomfortable time in both of their lives. Muramasa wasn't sure where to go with this woman -- what was he doing here when he should be accompanying Kouga in his preparations? The greened eyed shinigami had shooed him away, citing a need to think before the departure time.
Saira had gone from tugging him along like a well loved toy to standing in front of him, her dark eyes searching his.
"What do you want from me?"
"I could ask you the same question, Rosen Saira."
She stepped back a moment, and then smiled. "You never finished my indulgence." She flashed Muramasa a wicked grin and stepped forward again, letting her lips barely brush over his while her hand reached for his.
Muramasa felt that darkness tugging over him, the other side that he only got to play when he was away from his inner world of pillars and water. "Are you sure you want me to finish? You didn't seem to appreciate being tied up."
She didn't get to answer as Muramasa kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth for a while. He broke off the kiss and spun her around, his hands carefully pulling her backward into a slow arched position. "Are you really sure you want me to play this game with you again, hmm?"
He wrapped an arm around her waist and moved them back to the cluster of trees, letting her see them slowly curling back into the prison that had held her in place before. He let her go for a moment, stepping back suddenly as those familiar rope-like branches sprang at her arms and legs. Another set of branches untied her robes to open them, leaving a half-dressed Saira exposed to Muramasa's careful eye.
Once she was restrained, he held eye contact with her, a wide grin on his face. "You do realize the irony, do you not?" He watched her face, noted the glazed look of lust in those dark eyes. He paused long enough to move so he could lean against her, his lips pressed close to her ear. "All things in life are really about choice. This is no exception. You didn't move or run even when I gave you the option. Your inner world is still yours and while I could override your efforts if I felt like doing so, you're allowing all of these things to happen. So once again, Rosen Saira...what does that say about you, hm? What does it say about you… letting me do these things to you?"
He nipped at her neck, licking and tasting the tanned flesh there again. He savored these moments with her, hearing her grasp as another branch curled between them, undoing the hidden knot in the sash that was holding his coat closed. Saira noticed the sag of the fabric and the departure of those slightly cool lips coasting over her neck. She laughed. "Using my world against me again?"
Muramasa raised an eyebrow, seeming to not pay attention as another set of branches moved in to open his coat to get at the dark blue yukata underneath, opening it for him so he wouldn't scratch the material with his nails. "Using it against you? Why I'm not sure you can call it using it against you when you seem to be enjoying it so much...Sai-chan."
She watched him step back to expose himself to her, her eyes taking in the pale skin, pale pink nipples and the cluster of curly dark brown hair that highlighted an erection that was already halfway to its goal.
"Muramasa..."
He feigned surprise. "Oh? You've noticed now, have you? You said I didn't finish your indulgence...and it's not very fair to leave a lady hanging...is it?" He moved back to her ear, purring, "Don't you remember the flowers, Saira? You shouldn't tease me ...unless you're sure you know what you're getting yourself into." He carefully held silence for a few short moments, letting the slow slide of his arousal against her panties keep her occupied and distracted. He rewarded the next gasp and moan that fell from her lips with a slight chuckle. "Such a focused student! You've not only noticed...but you've begun to -feel- it too, haven't you? Tell me what you're thinking right now, knowing full well what's happening."
"You're going to ...oh gods, you're going to take me aren't you...with..." Saira's voice was crackling and fading, rising for a moment only to fall back into a silence that was hard to break not out of propriety's sake, but simply out of being overwhelmed. Muramasa's reiatsu was holding her attention as much as the bindings and his actions were.
"Tell me to take them off. Tell me to finish what we started." His voice was calm, whispering over her ears.
"T-t-take them off, please. I...I ....I need you to...finish...finish what we started." The movements of Muramasa's nails were matching his voice, whispering over the upper band of her corset and over each covered nipple a few times before sliding the fabric down to tease the dark brown nipple hiding underneath. It was making it hard for her to sound coherent, but she did her best, telling Muramasa the words they both wanted to hear out loud.
She half expected him to slide into her quickly, burying himself in her, but this was not so. His entry was teasingly slow, making sure to pull back to look her in the eyes as he began to take her.
"You seem so surprised. I thought you wanted me to finish what we started, Sai-chan?" His smug grin was back where it belonged, and he kissed her quickly on the lips before continuing. "Yes, I said I would take you. I didn't say anything with respect to speed."
He shifted to wrap his hands around the small of her back, pulling her toward him closer, his nails barely pricking her soft skin. He noticed the soft sigh of pleasure from her as she felt his nails nip her back.
"I'm starting to think you're just as much into pain as my shinigami, Sai-chan. My, such common interests the two of you share."
She flushed deeply, not wanting to admit how good those nails softly scratching her back felt, especially as he moved inside of her.
"Harder."
Muramasa chuckled at the one liner from the princess, and hummed. "Harder? You're such an intelligent one - surely you can be more descriptive. What am I supposed to do ...in a more forceful manner Sai-chan?"
"Mmm...everything...stop being so damned gentle with me and just take me! I want to feel those nails against my back ...more..." She closed her eyes, feeling those long nails of her whispering friend beginning to press into her back more, just as she requested. She moaned a lot louder, enjoying the blend of pain and the fuzzy, tangled waves of pleasure Muramasa was giving her with each stroke.
He trailed his tongue along the slope of her jaw. "Oh? Just take you? That sounds...strange, like it's supposed to mean something. I mean, I'm already taking you. Then again...there's that lovely word you like so much...harder. Taking you harder. I'm not sure that's your indulgence though, Sai-chan. Maybe you're mistaking my pleasure for yours. I've heard that's a common error."
Saira shut her eyes. "Ugh, are you always a tease?" She wished she could hold him closer to her, wished she could really move at all. Anything would be better than hanging helplessly like this, even if it felt absolutely decadent.
Muramasa prided himself on exquisite control — how many other spirits had he dominated over the decades he already spent with Kouga? He enjoyed the warmth and tightness of the exotic woman so delightfully bound in front of him. "Of course - as I recall...you wanted me to do things I would not do with my shinigami...hence this is…. how it is..." He trailed off, slowly giving Saira her request. He moved faster, closing his eyes. Taking a woman in this way was ...interesting. He didn't get the chance often and since he primarily preferred men, he didn't go off looking for such things.
He let more of his reiatsu wrap itself around Saira, providing a vibrant purple frame to showcase the way she looked. Her eyes were closed, her dark curly hair fluttering around her face. There was a look on her face that spoke volumes about her state of mind. She was lost in ecstasy, and he couldn't say that he was fully in control. This dark something was in control of him, creating and weaving a scene that pleased them both.
Long nails alternating between whispering over tanned flesh and biting into it.
Loud moans, more cousin to howls than anything else falling from plump pink lips.
Deep voiced groans curling around long, loud moans like reunited kindred.
"I can't!"
Muramasa went back to whispering in Saira's ear, laughing softly at the woman's distressed outburst. "You can't what, Sai-chan? You can't do something? Surely you're capable of so much, so tell me..." He trailed off, nibbling on the vulnerable ear, "What is it ...that you seem to not be able to do?"
That was starting to become too much for Saira to deal with. Her eyes popped open widely, her body twisting back as much as the restraints would allow. She felt like she was falling off a cliff into unknown water that she couldn't escape from. It was a strange sensation that made her tingle from head to toe. She saw Muramasa's strangely smug grin fade and be replaced by something that looked similar but surprisingly more sinister.
She felt the restraints fade as he held her close to him, the two of them falling back onto the valley floor. The bondage session over, she pulled Muramasa back on top of her, kissing him passionately. They fell into a strange thread of conversation, laughter, kisses and teases.
"That all you got?"
"Mura-chan!"
"Yes, Saira? I do not believe you're finished..."
"I already..."
"Do you think I demand so little that I'd only accept one, Sai-chan?"
One shifted effortlessly into two, with Saira's nails homesteading in Muramasa's back.
"And you?"
"I haven't decided."
Laughter on her part, a suggestive eyebrow on his.
"I ...want you to."
Consistent, deep strokes growing quicker with each moment.
"Where?"
"I think you're in the right place."
A quiet laugh from the whisperer.
"Saira..."
The unsaid words underneath the statement made Saira chuckle.
"That's the spirit...now let's finish...what we started..."
A complete break on control, with the wind carrying both of their cries, laughs, moans, and sighs of pleasure.
"Muramasa...mmm."
He blushed, looking down at the disheveled black hair scattered and covering equally dark brown eyes and lying pressed against plump pink lips. He kissed Saira one more time and moved to rest beside her for a moment, holding her close.
"Some goodbye, eh?"
"I did not know this was saying goodbye for now, Saira. It's only ten years."
"A lot can happen in that timeframe."
The seriousness of the situation crept back in, leaving the two spirits at a loss for words. To truly say goodbye would mean also admitting how much the spirits meant to each other, which was something neither party would own up to.
"Take care of your first love, Mura-chan. He's a stubborn one who hasn't realized how much you need him. Do not forget...sanctuary."
She sighed, resting against him for a moment. She felt him kiss the back of her neck calmly and then disappear for a few moments, only to return back in his normal state, his white coat picking up slightly on the wind.
She followed suit, running a hand through her long curly hair upon her reappearance. Her robes were now white and purple, with the same middle panel design as his coat.
He gave her a calm smile. "It will be all right, Rosen Saira. I will do what I can."
His nails reached out to tear at the air around them, creating a swirling void. "I should get back ..."
She nodded and waved. "Do not forget ...the left hand...is the seeker."
He stepped into the void and watched it close up after him. He would not forget, couldn't forget. As much as he hated to admit it, this was his sanctuary, and he would make sure to protect it as much as he could.
She sighed, turning to look at the inner world that seemed so eerily quiet now. Maybe it's time for me to reach out and follow Muramasa's example.
"Mistress! I'd like a word with you!"
Muramasa was not expecting his shinigami to be waiting on the pillars when he finally reappeared into his own inner world. Kouga immediately grabbed him by the collar, lifting him off his feet slightly. He found the shinigami's lips pressed against his hungrily, those apple green eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and sadness.
Kouga broke the kiss off, letting Muramasa stand on his own. "Where did you go today? I was hoping to see you..."
Muramasa curled his long nails back and forth, thinking. He remembered Kouga's jealousy the last time he was honest and it made him think twice before speaking. "I went off to see Saira before we had to go."
Kouga nodded and noted that he smelled a light scent of roses on the whispering spirit as he held him close. A knowing smirk played on his lips. "Oh? Did you sleep with her again?"
"There is no 'again', you know. I took her today." There was a slight air of indifference to the words that made Kouga raise an eyebrow.
"You make it sound like she's only useful for the moment."
Muramasa ran a hand carefully over Kouga's cheek. "Precisely the way it's supposed to sound, Kouga. My primary concern is for you — everything else is a far distant second."
Kouga closed his eyes for a moment. "Aren't you going to miss her?"
Muramasa shrugged. "It's hard for me to miss anything when I know that I'll be with you the whole time. When I'm with you...it's hard for me to think about anything."
Kouga was slowly trying to absorb the words. That level of devotion shocked him, and the lingering kiss they shared still felt heavy on his lips. He tried to remember how Muramasa made things more comfortable and waved his hand, creating a set of dark blue cushions that were lumpy and misshapen.
Muramasa fought the urge to laugh, especially when Kouga was trying so hard. "It's a start. I'm surprised you don't have finer control over your inner world. We can fix that together."
Kouga blushed. Damn, why can't my cushions come out looking like his? Is that a sign I'm not as connected to this place as he is? He shook off his thoughts, moving to sit down on the cushions and scowling when he felt how hard they still were. He stood up and eyed Muramasa ominously. "They're ...not right."
Muramasa stepped behind him, wrapping his arms around the taller man's waist and clutching his hand in-between the clawed fingers carefully. "You want to visualize the shape better, something...rounder and softer. Imagine it sliding into this world as easily as you hold your sword. Now try."
Kouga closed his eyes and thought about a better shape, along with more padding. He decided to add some red cushions in there, to match the pendant on Muramasa's scarf. When he opened his eyes, he saw thick purplish-brown cushions nestled against red ones. That wasn't what surprised him at all.
It was the deep voice just over his ear and the approval that swirled in and around the words that made Kouga feel good. "Very nice and...inviting." The tongue that belonged to that deep voice licked his ear and Kouga shivered.
The stress of the day — of packing his things, of having to watch Ginrei-dono move around him as if there was nothing to say to his own son-in-law, and even the constant silence from his wife melted away as if it had never been there in the first place.
He pushed Muramasa lightly down onto the cushions, barely letting the thin man fall before he was on top of him, reiatsu crashing down with full force. He wanted to erase all of it, every last trace of his problems and stress.
"I hope your earlier adventures...haven't taken your appetite. I really...want you."
Kouga seemed unsure of the words after they had been said but they were far past the point of no return.
Muramasa smiled and looked up sweetly at his shinigami. "Didn't I tell you? I'll never reject you, Kouga. Never."
Sky blue eyes that went on forever, unable to look away from apple green ones that demanded nothing less than forever.
Kouga ran his hair through Muramasa's hair and leaned over him easily, his toned arms flexing instinctively to hold him up. "I've been waiting for this all day."
Muramasa lightly extended his slender arm up and around to scratch Kouga's shoulder lightly, feigning innocence for the second time today. "Oh? Waiting for what? A lesson in the importance of controlling your reiatsu? Of manifesting things in your inner world? Or this strange position you've put me in?"
Kouga chuckled, dipping his head to bite down on Muramasa's shoulder, feeling a new rush of heat come over him as he picked up the silent teases in between Muramasa's act. It was an act, considering what they had done before.
Long claws digging into his back as he plunged into a world of warmth and tightness...
The moans that rose out of his whispering spirit's mouth held him into the moment, made him even hungrier for pleasure. He licked and nibbled and sucked on pale flesh that seemed to ache to be touched as much as Kouga ached to be the one to touch it.
"Kouga..."
There was no complex translation for the need in Muramasa's voice, and Kouga continued to tease. "Shhh...didn't you tell me you wanted me to follow my instincts?"
Muramasa shut his eyes tightly, Kouga's overwhelming presence making it hard to think about anything else but those hungry lips and the hardness that was caressing his lower belly as Kouga ground up against him.
A small grin played on his lips. I can't believe how excited he is. For me. My Kouga.
His thoughts were beginning to become quite disjointed, the worries and concerns he shared with Saira fading away quickly, leaving only thoughts of his strong and beautiful shinigami. He felt strangely aroused simply knowing how excited Kouga was to be with him.
Kouga pulled his face away from the spirit's neck and kissed Muramasa again, locking eyes with the whispering spirit for a long moment before finally breaking the kiss again. "It's so easy to get lost doing this. Yet you seem to have control where I don't. I envy that."
Muramasa chuckled, drawing his hand to graze Kouga's chest, lightly toying with the deep red scarf. "Key word there is seem, you know. I...don't have any control left."
Kouga noticed the way the spirit's hand played with the scarf and showed gratitude for small favors. He reached up to put his hand over Muramasa's, pulling the scarf away from his body. "Instincts." A small grin played on Kouga's lips as he carefully wrapped the scarf around Muramasa's head to cover his eyes. Leaving those thin pale pink lips bare was an erotic sight and spurred Kouga to continue.
He rolled off the man, moving back on the cushions. He slipped out of the hakama, shivering as the cold air tickled and teased his arousal. He moved Muramasa closer to him. "I tasted those nails of yours over my back...I think you need to taste all of me..."
Muramasa couldn't see, but he could hear the excited tones in Kouga's voice. It was arousing to see his master so fully in the moment and clearly operating on his deep desires instead of suppressing them. He reached out with a hand to carefully search for Kouga's hardness, hearing a sharp intake of breath as his hand carefully curled around it. He leaned forward to follow the line of his arm and hand, taking a few moments before his lips brushed over the tip. He was rewarded with a little fluid creeping from the tip and he playfully chided his shinigami. "My, my, excited? I didn't know one could get so ...aroused by following their instincts."
Kouga was about to snap off a reply when those pale lips engulfed the tip...of everything. He didn't just feel himself being suckled and tasted on the outside — he felt like his whole soul was being massaged, teased, savored. "M-M-Muramasa! Ah..."
Slow, deliberate strokes, with messy brown locks wavering back and forth as Muramasa slowly worked the tip of his shaft. Kouga watched on with an amazed eye. He's so good at this. It feels like he wants to do these things to me ...not because I asked....but because he really enjoys doing them with me.
As the strokes began to deepen, Kouga let out a loud moan, throwing his head back. "The look on your face...when you're doing this to me...it's incredible..."
If Muramasa had any hope of regaining his control or his clarity, those hopes were shattered after hearing Kouga's words. Does he realize what those words mean...what they're doing to me?
He lapped hungrily at Kouga's length, wanting desperately to please his green eyed shinigami and hear those moans flow across those beautiful lips like the greatest incantation in the world. It was his very own spell that curled around Muramasa and refused to let him go until Kouga was satisfied.
Kouga watched his world shift, felt the breeze become warmer and noticed how wide the pillar had become. He started to realize that he could sit like this forever and feel that warm wet mouth, but instincts inspired him to further heights of decadence.
He tapped Muramasa's shoulder lightly. "Mmm...you've done such a good job...but I really have to take you now."
Muramasa let go, albeit with a slight bit of reluctance. He wanted to make Kouga as satisfied as possible, and worried that he may not have done so.
Kouga sensed that slight undercurrent of hesitance and reluctance and he stroked the pale cheek, getting closer. "Don't worry...you were...beyond excellent...I just need more.
He snaked a hand into the inside band of the sash that kept Muramasa's long coat on. "However...you're still wearing way too many clothes." He chuckled softly to himself as his hands moved on autopilot. He admired the overall look that seemed so innocent looking to be so erotic: that long white coat split open, with the dark blue yukata underneath, still tied in place. The red scarf still kept his whispering spirit from seeing anything, and Kouga preferred it that way. Instead of opening the yukata and then pulling all of it off, Kouga decided to simply open that final layer and lightly push things out of the way. He concentrated carefully for a few moments, and was grateful when the bottle of lubricant manifested into his hands. "I'm learning."
Muramasa nodded, staying neutral until moved into place. He had a feeling where they were going, but he was content to let Kouga explore and discover things on his own. The warm wind felt nice on his slightly-cold skin. "Good; I'm enjoying the studies very much myself."
There was a certain sparkle in Kouga's eyes, but Muramasa couldn't see it. Kouga quietly coated his fingers with the slick oil, then used his other hand to guide Muramasa close enough where the spirit was straddling his hips, the cool flesh teasing and further arousing him. He bit back the urge to just drive into the willowy man in front of him, and moved to get him ready. His oil-slick fingers teased the puckered opening a few times before sliding in, trying to get Muramasa as prepared as he could. There would be times where he'd choose pain over pleasure for the whisperer, but now was not one of those times.
Besides, he thought to himself, it's so much more arousing to see him writhing in pleasure...
He finished with his task, dipping into the small bottle again before repeating the process to an erection that knew where it wanted to go and was not happy with waiting much longer.
He pulled Muramasa upward and slowly lowered the slender figure onto his length. He kept the makeshift blindfold on; enjoying the visual look it gave Muramasa a great deal. He made the steps slow, letting out a sharp groan and a soft hiss when he found himself completely covered in that familiar heat squeezed and held captive inside the whisperer.
A visible shudder ran through Muramasa as he was lowered all the way down on top of Kouga's hardness, the move a mix of slight discomfort and an incredible sense of being filled up. He waited for Kouga to take the lead again, noticing that the shinigami had stopped his movements.
"Kouga?"
"Just...wanted you to be comfortable."
"I ...appreciate that...but ...we need to move..."
Kouga took that as all the sign he needed to let go and get things rolling. He moved Muramasa's long slender legs around his waist and began to move slowly in and out of the spirit, humming slightly to himself. I wonder where that spot is now, since the angle has changed.
He took his time with the strokes for now, deciding to start slow and build them to a fever pitch that would delight both of them. He changed angles a few times, pulling almost all the way out before shifting again to drive back in, slowly increasing the intensity of each stroke.
The look Muramasa had overall pleased Kouga. He liked the mix of the scarf covering the spirit's eyes as well as the fact that Muramasa still had most of his clothes on. It felt sneaky, like he was defiling something innocent and hiding it with those outer coverings still somewhat in place. Yet his view was perfect and he adored what he saw.
While Muramasa couldn't see, he could certainly feel. He could feel the way Kouga held him so securely by the waist and he could certainly feel it when Kouga slid out of him, creating that empty void only to dive back into him. He enjoyed being taken like this, unable to see but to feel everything and touch Kouga in small ways.
Those long nails found their home in Kouga's back, scratching over the skin lightly.
"I was wondering when those beautiful nails would return to me."
Muramasa smiled, feeling Kouga bring him closer as they shared a passionate kiss, tongues sliding against each other as the whispering spirit pressed the nails into Kouga's back harder. I hate knowing that I'm hurting him...but he moans so loudly when I do.
True to form, Kouga's muffled moan could be heard around the kiss. He moved back and a bit and moaned again, feeling Muramasa's nails digging into his back. "Do you know what you...what you do to me when you let me feel those claws of yours?"
Muramasa blushed. His long nails were something that he long felt ashamed of, especially since he had to be so careful not to hurt his Kouga with them. He was pleased that Kouga found them pleasant. If they are good enough for my Kouga, then they are fine as they are.
"Oh? What do you mean...what do they do to you? Is this something I'm not aware of?"
He teased Kouga with alternating between light scratches and deep pinpricks, raking his nails down the man's back. He felt Kouga respond by moving faster, driving into him. He felt Kouga change positions and continue, his length beginning to brush up against that soft spot that made him feel so electric in the previous times they were together.
Kouga heard Muramasa cry out and he nipped Muramasa's shoulder with his teeth again, pressing his hands tighter against the man's waist. "I think you know...and now I have to see your eyes..."
He tugged the scarf away, his own apple green eyes widening in shock to see the look of complete pleasure consuming Muramasa. His light sky blue eyes looked beautiful like that, dazzling with total pleasure. He locked eyes with Muramasa and sighed softly. "You look beautiful like that."
"Oh? If I am beautiful, it is merely a reflection of you, Kouga. Your strength and beauty is the only example I have of how things are truly supposed to be."
Kouga smiled and kissed the spirit deeply, cutting off the need for any further conversation. They were starting to get too close, with Kouga plunging into him in a rushed frenzy. Control was slowly falling out of the window as they rocked against each other.
Muramasa moaned, parting his lips wider to accommodate Kouga's explorations, closing his eyes slightly as he felt that spot on the inside massaged, pressed and manipulated to keep him on an edge that was sliding him slowly off the cliff and downward into a decadent descent they both knew all too well.
Kouga let go of those soft pale lips he had held captive, noticing the slight shivers that were visible up and down Muramasa's body. "Someone's getting close..." He trailed off, looking the spirit up and down. He moved his left hand off Muramasa's waist and wrapped his fingers around the slender man's erection, pumping him slowly.
Muramasa glanced down at the action, biting his tongue to keep from crying out. "The way you're touching me..."
Kouga grinned, moving back to suck hard on the pale flesh of Muramasa's neck. "Yes? The way I'm touching you...what do you mean...after all...I seem to be touching you in a lot of places..."
Muramasa breathed deeply, fighting for every piece of control he could. "...your hands...I can't hold on much longer."
"Neither can I. Those nails taste delicious, by the way."
Muramasa dug them deep for the effect, and Kouga let out another cry of pleasure. "Don't stop that...let's finish what we started, yes?"
If Muramasa had been in the right frame of mind, he would have remembered that was the second time he had heard that phrase today. However, he was so lost in pleasure that he couldn't think of anything outside of this moment they were locked in. He couldn't think of anything except the bright green eyes of his shinigami, those hungry lips on his neck, and that hand...that hand stroking him, teasing him, knowing exactly what it wanted — not that Muramasa had any complaints about that.
"Kouga!"
That was the last coherent statement Muramasa had before his release came for him, squeezing him into that familiar embrace. His body arched up, making his nails trail upward for a moment before scratching Kouga repeatedly, creating tiny scratches that welled up moments after. He grunted, feeling the warm heat of his release of his belly.
Kouga smiled. "I could see that scene for a thousand years and still view it with wonder like I did the first time." He continued to tease Muramasa's pale skin, licking and biting while he drove into the whispering spirit.
While his nails were not as long, he still pressed them into Muramasa's back as he let go, as he grunted and moaned, trembling visibly as it all hit him at once. He was able to let go here, to have control here, to be able to take and satisfy his inner desires.
Follow your instincts, Kouga.
He waited a few moments, enjoying the shared warmth between them. They were a right mess, but Kouga didn't care right at the moment.
He decided to practice more manifestation and change, closing his eyes and imagining the scene changing. He pictured new cushions, full and round, of a deep honey color, with a matching blanket to go with it that carried a softness not found in the hard world outside his mind. He imagined gentle water cleaning both of them, drying them off before fading away.
When he opened his eyes, he got most of what he wanted. He laughed slightly as he noticed Muramasa looking at his sopping wet hair. "A little too much water, but very nice for the rest of it."
Kouga noticed the spirit didn't move to adjust his clothes, leaving them open. As if sensing the unspoken question, Muramasa shrugged. "You seemed to like it. Though..." He faded the white coat away, leaving the yukata still hanging open. He raised an eyebrow at the grin on Kouga's lips, and sighed. He faded the yukata away too and slipped under the blankets.
"Why did I ever teach you how to whisper? I think I've created quite the demon in you."
Kouga heard the teasing under the words and he removed the remaining pieces of clothing, feeling slightly odd without his scarf around his neck and chest. He quietly wondered why Muramasa always left his scarf on, but he was becoming too sleepy to really care about much more than lying next to the slender man and feeling that pale, cool flesh against his.
He sighed, knowing that when he woke, he would have to deal with the shinigami, with Soul Society, with being thrown into a land that did not understand him and was pleased in the idea that they did not have to understand him.
As he closed his eyes, he heard Muramasa's content sigh and felt a slight rush of relief greet him. If he had Muramasa...one person in this world that cared enough to stand with him...he could be strong enough to stand tall.
Apple green eyes closing finally, filled with a real understanding of the road ahead ...that went beyond words.
AN (long, *offers you a bento box to nibble at*): I didn't expect these chapters to start becoming this long. I am taking your feedback to work more on exposition and detailing. Because of the themes I write about both in 'Sanctuary' and 'Decadence', it requires me taking more time to explain and make sure the reader understands what's going on.
First, I wanted to make sure everyone was still with me :) My lemons usually have some range of BDSMness in them, because that's more of my home than straight up lemony stuff.
Starting back from the top, I debated with my beta hard before writing the MuraxSaira lemon more than anything. I had originally wrote the OC more/less as something to be cast away — but after talking with my beta we both liked the idea of having a balance between Muramasa's usual tireless devotion to Kouga and also to connect the plot to another Pillars fic that I have planned later.
From their standpoint, Muramasa is leaving and neither one of them are very sure what will happen for the next ten years. It's a decent amount of time and it's got them worried. So that's the perspective I wrote the lemon from, and built it off their interaction in Chapter 2. I like playing with the idea of seemingly dub / non con actually being yes-con — there are numerous references in that scene to the way things are between those two. I didn't want a sappy romance but at the same time I didn't want full sadism. I hope I've struck some sort of decent balance.
I noticed that Sai and Mura's scene was really long, so I wanted to make sure I gave Muramasa and Kouga that much time if not a little bit more. I actually had a longer scene with Saira to explain the backstory, but I'll save that for another chapter in 'Sanctuary' - it is indeed important, but I wrote this chapter more/less because I needed to show the comfort side. I tried to patch things up between Kouga and Muramasa enough in 'Sanctuary' to make this Decadence chapter feel more realistic? I know Peals-of-Laughter likes it when Kouga is nice, but at the same time I didn't want the obvious tension both of them are still under to go unnoticed.
My perspective at this point for Kouga is that he's trying to find something to cling to. His world is beginning to fall apart and the person he looks to so highly (Kuchiki Ginrei) is pretty much deciding to abandon him. So both Kouga and Muramasa are looking for comfort and touchpoints to cling to, and that's where this chapter comes in.
I will usually always write Kouga and Muramasa in a more...comforting manner than I will when Muramasa is wandering around harassing other zanpaktou. I did do a sympathetic cut for Saira since it's clear they have some sort of connection but that may or may not change as the story progresses.
I am still updating and moving this story forward, partially due to the high level of feedback and interest this story has raised.
This is actually the first thing I did for my New Year, even before client work. :) I have a fairly light day ahead of me, so I figured I'd do this update, get to another stopping place with my client work, and then update my other fics. Sanctuary will get another update, and my Moonbathing fans will finally get Chapter 5 — yes, that DOES indeed mean my beta is back in action. We are both thrilled to hit the ground running again.
That's all I have to say...I think. I've checked over this chap to make sure I caught all the italicising and sectioning I needed to do, as well as any errors or places that don't seem to flow well. I'm human. Go easy on your crazed fangirl :)