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Genderbender Selfcest

[anonymous]

Kurogane/fem!Kurogane

In a new world, Kurogane meets a familiar woman, though he is sure he never met her before. Five shots and one passionate night later, he finally finds out how he knows her. Rather than finding his soul mate, he found his soul, and thoroughly screwed himself/herself.

Re: Genderbender Selfcest

[anonymous]

SECOND! Always fascinating for Kurogane out of them all to meet his other selves because he's the only one who doesn't have a pair (be it clones, twins, or another Mokona).

Re: Genderbender Selfcest

[anonymous]

I'm gonna take a stab with this. The thought won't leave me alone, so hopefully I'll have some stuff up within sometime next week.

Corruption (1/?)

[anonymous]

Technically I'm still writing from Kurogane's POV...but not what you might think. Also, there are some things that might be off of your original expectations. I hope this is okay, OP.There’s something unsettling about this world and I never liked it one bit, even though I have been here for quite a while. Infinity is the name and there are certainly many infinite things about this place, but among those that truly stand out are the shadowy elements that permeate the entire land, infesting local areas and alleyways even in the daytime. People who have lived here far longer than I have had said that this modernistic world wasn’t always like this - that there used to be security and the well-being of safety. Until illegal activities became the norms rather than being kept in the undergrounds that was. They say that the Mafia operates Infinity on many levels, even deep into the recesses of private homes and establishments, which I personally loathe for many reasons. Corruption, oh how I even hate that word in itself. I see it everywhere

Corruption (2/?)

[anonymous]

Just then, someone had the gall to sit down right next to me, and so I cannot help but cast my eyes sideway to see who the hell is trying to ruin my own personal space. But instead of seeing another youngster or someone who’s dressed up in a ridiculous get up, it is a man dressed in simple black attire. With his black hair spiked up and his eyes strikingly crimson red, even in the dimness of the bar, I couldn’t help but be struck by his presence. We have never met before and yet I feel something strange coming off of him

Corruption (3/?)

[anonymous]

“Them?” He waits for me to elaborate, but I’m too angry, too speechless to even properly single him out as a member of the Mafia, too furious to even leave my stool and leave before I could get myself into further trouble. But he doesn’t have to wait, because to my utter surprise, he figures it out.

“The local Mafia?!” he says incredulously and his face is coloring. “Don’t get any wrong ideas here, but I’m far from a member. I don’t just serve anyone.”

I find myself wanting to believe in his words but at the same time if what he insists is true, then why is he wearing those in the first place? Not unless…he’s a participant in that dangerous “game” the Mafia has been running lately. I then wonder if he recently started because from what I see he looks amazingly well in one piece or if he is just a really good player and lasting out for quite a while. “Tell me that you’re in that reckless tournament and that’s why you’re wearing those, those…”

Take deep breaths, take deep breaths, and do not break down now, especially not in front of

Corruption (4/?)

[anonymous]

I am right, I know I am dead on right the way he looks at me so venomously with those red eyes of his, but he can’t intimidate me. Being called out stings, that I know very well, because when I do the same to her, she recoils very much like how this man is doing right now. But he’s not like that idiot, my idiot, far from it. I take the opportunity to finish the remaining content in my bottle now.

“Also because of this idiot…”

I swallow too soon and go in a huge coughing fit.

“Oi!” he bellows as loud as he could in this bar setting and begins slapping my back repetitively in a very awkward way. “What the hell happened

Corruption (5/?)

[anonymous]

First shot. The first thing we talk about is who we simply are in this deranged land of Infinity. Apparently he and the group he’s with have been here for nearly two month. He also says something about being a traveler, but won’t give me specific details, which frankly I don’t give a damn or feel hurt if he doesn’t want to give me all of them. So if they all travel frequently, it makes me wonder how long they have to stay in this sorry state of place. Well, if I can’t really leave this place at all for a while, then I can only hope they get to leave as soon as they can and be off to whatever or wherever they really need to go

Corruption (6/?)

[anonymous]

Fourth shot.

Somehow we start to get into the people we’re associated with, having already touched upon ourselves as simple individuals and then the nature of the Mafia in Infinity. At his urge, I go first, as he says everything about his group is “fucking complicated”, so I just take his words and accept with a nod and go on along. A large part of me still refuse to lay down a mention of her, but the gold rum by now is kicking in and I can feel it seeping in my blood. My drinking companion has no rosy complexion and he of course didn’t lie about being a strong drinker, and I seriously think I don’t have any glow on my cheeks. At least, I hope not. But anyways, I delve into how I just live with other people - not really people I have known for a long time. They just happen to take me and my partner in when we first arrived here and settled in before getting to really know how god awful this place really is. They could care less that I am out here drinking away

Corruption (7/?)

[anonymous]

Fifth shot.

I think I should tell him now. Something tells me that he’s all got his ears open. She and I are still just strangers to him, so what the hell does it matter now?

“Well,” I say, wondering how on earth I can say this to the best clarity I could muster. “This ‘idiot’ is my partner.”

“As in lover?” he asks me, and my heart thuds achingly in my chest. Loving - maybe, goddamn it, maybe I do love her - is one thing, but whether she feels the same or not is not as clear cut.

“Tch, lover? Sometimes yes, sometimes no. I don’t think it fits now considering my partner left without any notice

Corruption (8/?)

[anonymous]

I don’t know why, but I’m feeling hurt. I can feel his pain so well, so vividly and tangibly. And I know why, because his pain is what I’m feeling too and it fucking hurts so much. He’s so angry, and I know how that feels, to be angry and frustrated and not wanting to feel helpless at all but when in cold reality you are helpless

Corruption (9/?)

[anonymous]

The rest is a blur.

One moment we smash our lips haphazardly after barely meeting halfway outside of the dingy bar and the next we’re back at my place. I think no one else is here, otherwise I would have heard them. Hell, it’s better that way.

At this point, we’re still going at each other, fiercely and hungrily, bruised and tired and drunk from alcohol and our feelings. We’re in my room (technically ours, but for now, it’s just mine room, not ours, mine) now, barely leaving each other to breathe, to pause and think, because we just want it now, now, now. If we can’t get further drunk on fine gold rum or any other heavy drinks for that matter, let us get drunk off of each other then. Those idiots, his idiot and my idiot, don’t know what they’re thinking or even missing, not when we finally found someone who completely understands each other, especially given the corrupt affairs of this place. Everything, everything is corrupted - the Mafia, criminals, police and law authorities. Maybe she and maybe this man’s idiot as well, but I

Corruption (10/?)

[anonymous]

“Now what?” we both seem to be thinking, and for the last time I could remember before we headed out of the bar, we’re looking at each other distinctly. I search for something in his eyes, into the things unknown and I can feel he is doing the same. But that breaks immediately as soon as he leans down and presses his lips on mine again, but this time gently to my odd surprise. Do I still want this? Do I still want to go all the way with him? My mind and body tells me “yes”, but my mind also tells me “no.” It feels like the alcohol is starting to rub off on both of us and now instead of being insistent and needy and now, now, now, we’re starting over and taking it slowly. Maybe it is better this way, I think, instead of rushing headstrong like how we would normally do it in all other aspects

Corruption (11/?)

[anonymous]

Still not wanting to let her image go, I kiss him fervently, urgently, wanting to feel that passion again desperately. Just like how he understood my pain much earlier and removed his tournament articles silently, he immediately responds to what I am asking for him once again. Rough kissing, lip biting and tongues clashing resume and soon we’re back to the beginning routine where we’re leaving each other breathless and wanting more until we’re both consumed in the other. Heat is returning again and soon my thighs are sprawled apart and I let him and I let him know by urging my mouth closer against his. The gesture is reciprocated with ravenous kisses peppering violently over my jawline as he lets me mount on him and soon enough he starts thrusting. My arms cling over him and he in turn clings onto me and pulls me up so that I am now wrapping mines over his neck. Another one comes and I’m gasping for breath over and over and yet we’re grinding our hips together in nearly tandem and the motion continues. We take pain and pleasure in

Corruption (12/?)

[anonymous]

Suddenly, I find myself breathing heavily and quickly, chest shuddering, getting so close to coming. He keeps it like that and the only way I could feel justified letting myself, letting ourselves in regards to doing this is to keep seeing her just as I am lately. I’m quivering, I’m aching, but just at the pinnacle of this all, I can still see her bare in front of me. My partner, the woman I lost but still love all along is simply beautiful. She’s mine and I’m hers and I feel her coming close to me, giving me one last kiss just as I feel my pent up pressure release at last. Incidentally I bite hard and hear a loud hiss. Soon the images of her rapidly vanish and I have to open my eyes to see not blue eyes, but red ones that mirror my own

Corruption (13/?)

[anonymous]

“What…did you just say?” He grabs me and wrestles me away from his chest. He looks furious.

I did not just actually say that out loud, did I?

“Fai…Fai’s my partner,” I explain to him shakily.

“What?!” He’s angrier now, and I don’t know why. “F-Fai’s my traveling companion.”

It feels like something has just punch my stomach and it’s harder to breathe all of a sudden. No, no, it couldn’t be. “Fai has been with you all this time?” I manage to choke out.

“Of course!” he roars. “How, why? I had no idea that that damn mage has been out all this time.”

“Mage? She’s not a mage. She’s a bloody detective like me,” I tell him, wondering what on earth is going on. Are we actually talking about the same Fai?

“She? The mage is a man. So, so…” He smacks his forehead. “So our idiots both happen to be named Fai. What. The. Hell