Saiunkokufic Battle September 2008
Prompt 70: Ryuuki/Seiran, temptation
Warning: Yaoi
Serian licked his lips. The sight before him was something to behold. He wondered briefly why the boy didn't come in out of the rain, but the question was quickly pushed aside as his eyes traced the angular line of his body. Wet robes left little to the imagination, no doubt.
Serian gasped as the subject of his admiration tossed his hair and looked up to the grey skies Every droplet that slid from his face continued down a long pale neck and disappeared into the robes below. Entranced, Serian's hand slid down to his own arousal. No, the desire would not be ignored today.
The male in the clearing was unaware that he was being watched. He loved the rain. It helped him think. It cleared his often cluttered mind. Absentmindedly he raked his tapered fingers through his soaked locks of hair. Serian gulped. Oh he was beautiful. He wished his hands were in that gorgeous wet hair.
Serian's hand slipped under his waistband. He closed his fingers around his throbbing erection and gave a slow stroke. He had spied in on this clearing many times. He knew his presence would go undetected.
Serian bit his tongue to suppress the moan elicited by the friction of his callused palm to his erection. His eyes widened, then hooded in desire as the young man in the clearing began shrugging out of his outer robes. The robes underneath were thinner and left even less to the imagination.
Serian snapped to attention at the sound of a low moan nearby. Wildly he looked to the man in the clearing. No, Serian had not been discovered. Another slow moan betrayed another's presence. He may not have been discovered, but he and the boy in the rain were not alone.
Serian put his hand on the hilt of his sword and quietly walked in the direction of the moan. Gently he lifted the underbrush. There before him Ryuuki knelt in the mud. His head was thrown back, his eyes were closed, and his hand was steadily moving under his robes.
Another low moan escaped Ryuuki's lips and Serian nearly came undone. He dropped to his knees behind his brother and placed one hand firmly over his mouth to keep him from crying out. Pressing his own erection firmly into Ryuuki's back, Serian kissed an earlobe.
"He is beautiful, isn't he?" Serian whispered gruffly. Serian left his hand over Ryuuki's lips as he slid his other hand down to rest on the fist holding his majesty's erection. "Be quiet" he breathed into his brother's ear and tugged on his hand in a silent request to continue with his ministrations.
Serian could feel Ryuuki's pulse race as he released his hand from the emperor's mouth. Slowly Ryuuki began stroking again. Serian kept his hand over Ryuuki's, bucking his hips in tandem so his own need rubbed roughly into the small of Ryuuki's back.
While the young man in the clearing paced and stretched, both brothers admired from their spot in the bushes. Their pants came quicker and quicker, and in a clap of thunder Ryuuki whined quietly and Serian slumped over his brother's shoulder, spent.
The rain was slowing. The brothers' clothes were caked in mud, and small leaves were caught in Ryuuki's hair. Under their robes, their erections were receding and sticky hot ejaculate clung to their legs.
The brothers knew this would be as close as either would get to the young man in the clearing. This fruit was more forbidden than any other. Should they ever be discovered watching the young boy with the aqua-marine hair, Reshin would surely commission their deaths.
The brothers held their breath as Kouyuu pulled his blue robes on over his shoulders and sighed. Ryuuki bit his lip and Serain tightened his grip on Ryuuki's waist as Kouyuu gave one last toss to his hair and left the clearing.
After a few moments Ryuuki turned to Serian and smiled sheepishly. "We love the rain," he giggled.
Serian could not help but laugh in earnest. "You always did little brother."
They did not speak of it, but they each knew the other would be here the next time it rained. As long as there was rain and Kouyuu was gorgeous and predictable, they would meet here again.