TABOO - Part 1 - 2/2
Title: T∀BOO
Pairings: Akame, JinLizzy, KoKame
Rating: R
Genre: AU, Dark Fantasy, Smut
Beta: kyleeers
Warnings: Minor character death, icky sort of violence, and some kind of perverted smut (if that’s possible).
Part 1 - 2/2
“Not much is spoken about its endurance,” Akanishi whispered softly to Kamenashi, his lips almost brushing the latter’s ear. “But if it exists to this day - it would be roughly as old as your fine goblets - then it must be a sturdy and well-built weapon, do you not concur?”
They were bathing in moonlight, standing at the glass window panel that overlooked the neat and well-maintained garden below. Akanishi’s arms were wrapped around his host’s surprisingly muscular frame - He looks frail and thin from a distance, but this close, he feels vigorous and tough - while Kamenashi’s own arms were draped around Akanishi’s neck. After a short while as they swayed around the elegant dinner hall, by some means their hands advanced from the square and conservative graceful stance to survey each other by touch, however bashfully still. And as their dance came to a standstill by the window, their hands contently stayed put where they were.
“Nevertheless, it concerns me, Akanishi-san,” Kamenashi whispered back, now in the same tone of voice he used with his servant. Akanishi was more than thankful that Kamenashi could not see his face at the moment. “If the weapon is potent beyond doubt… If it, indeed, does what it is alleged to be able to do.”
They pulled away, limbs relaxing only enough to allow them to see each other’s features. Akanishi’s gaze traced the lines drawn by the moonlight on Kamenashi’s countenance, hopelessly pallid but nevertheless beguiling. His host, in turn, lifted a hand and lightly caressed Akanishi’s cheek, slowly and gently trailing downward to the neck. Kamenashi’s touch lingered at the smooth, fair skin, and Akanishi audaciously observed what Kamenashi craved to do after that.
Akanishi leered candidly, “If you are inquiring if it is able to slay terrifyingly iniquitous creatures that men wish not to see even in dreams, for instance vampires… Yes, it is able to do just that, Kamenashi-sama.”
The response Akanishi earned was unanticipated: the smaller man drew his hand back, unhurriedly but knowingly, and closed his eyes. It was unbeknownst to Akanishi, conversely, how Kamenashi was willing himself, praying, not to give in to the lure that the corporeal realm has presented him with thus far.
With his vision absent with intent, Kamenashi almost stumbled backward as he felt lips press against his, and he did not bother trying to see or make sense, purely gratifying himself with the sensation of tepid and slick tongues frolicking and battling for domination, hands roaming about in bolder and more adventurous touches, grazing and groping and fondling, smartly dipping into their attires and feeling heated skin, bodies chafing against each other however desperately.
Both breaking the kiss for air but not parting their bodies, Kamenashi grasped a fistful of Akanishi’s dress shirt, fabric, lace, and all, and led them into a passage concealed behind a painting of a middle-aged woman in the corner of the dining hall.
Legs stumbling and steps incoherent, the noises of their feet echoed down the pitch-black, chilly corridor, coupled with the delicate moans and sighs as they then carried on kissing and nuzzling. When the walls around them finally widened and the ceiling soared above their heads all of a sudden, Akanishi realized that they had come to the end of the dark passage and were now in a grand bedroom - at least that was what it looked like in the dim glow from moonlight now shielded by thick and heavy curtains.
Akanishi could not look around the room much, for now he was too preoccupied marking Kamenashi’s neck and chest with his teeth, their garments crudely shoved off their shoulders but not completely off their bodies still. They were not definite anymore of who was leading and who was being guided by whom, but they uncouthly found their way to the four-poster canopy bed, Kamenashi parting the ruffled draping behind him at just the right moment.
Kamenashi’s back fell quietly against the previously untouched and cool mattress, his now hot and tinged face and soft brown locks framed by the silk sheets of a shade Akanishi could not tell in the dark. Akanishi brazenly and hungrily crawled over Kamenashi, straddling the smaller man as he undressed himself without breaking eye contact. Kamenashi observed as his guest took off each piece of clothing - shrugging off the faintly faded frock, Akanishi leisurely peeling himself of the dress shirt, pushing down his snug breech in a gauche but twice as stimulating manner, and then eventually kicking off his worn buckled leather shoes to land god knows where in the vastly spacious bedroom.
Every slight movement caused their lower regions to brush and accordingly elicited low and reserved groans from both men. Soon, Kamenashi was panting as Akanishi took off the last of his clothes, leaving him entirely naked and basking in the brilliant moon light coming in from a minute crack in the curtains.
Tracing a frail hand up Akanishi’s broad chest, Kamenashi sat up and placed a gentle kiss on Akanishi’s lips, their breaths warm and thick in their faces. The rich man then proceeded to unbutton his own dress shirt and trousers, Akanishi’s hands helping him but erratically. When Kamenashi was finally rid of his clothes, as if led by a script they ought to follow, both men ceased movements and gazed at each other, seeing in each other’s eyes a reflection of all their own emotions: bewilderment, desire, unfamiliarity, and anticipation.
Kamenashi ran a slender finger down Akanishi’s neck, making known to himself one of the things he can never have. Even if he was feared and all powerful, Kamenashi knew he could not simply take whatever he desired, and Akanishi’s blood was one of those things. Kamenashi impatiently flicked his tongue over his lips, aware that the taller man was now watching his every move. He glanced upward to see Akanishi staring back at him. Almost dreamily, as the apprentice’s lips curled into a sneer, he tilted his head to the side, exposing the smooth length of his neck to Kamenashi’s greedy eyes, and Kamenashi licked his lips yet again.
Akanishi was pulled down against his host’s neck, and he obliged, humored with how adept Kamenashi seemed at self-discipline. He kissed the smaller man, dragging his lips over the now damp skin, traveling downward and across Kamenashi’s chest, flicking his tongue over a petite but stiff nipple. Akanishi smirked at the effect he made, for Kamenashi moaned loudly, way out of character as his refined façade usually displayed.
Grinning and tasting Kamenashi still, Akanishi decided that his mission for the night was solely this: to peel off Kamenashi’s aristocratic mask and, in due course, drive him mad and wild.
Even with the passionate assault on his senses, Kamenashi’s mind was lucid, and this was a dangerous thing. He was thirsting, and Akanishi’s inviting conduct only reminded him of how parched he was for a truly luscious feast. He needed to be distracted, by other physical sensations - pleasure or pain, it did not really matter - so he could only wish for Akanishi to continue pleasuring him.
Save yourself, Kamenashi thought, musing on the paradox that in order to save himself, Akanishi must give himself to Kamenashi. Wet, openmouthed kisses trailed down his abdomen, rousing Kamenashi from his reverie just as his entire manhood was lazily, amorously taken into Akanishi’s mouth.
“Ah - ahhh…” was all the sound Kamenashi could muster as he felt the tip of his rigid member hit the back of Akanishi’s constricted throat. He could feel his guest gagging and so he tried to pull out, but then it was Akanishi’s own clammy hands that kept his hips in place. “Akanishi - ” Kamenashi tried again, though he unconsciously deemed honorifics superfluous now given their current activity.
“Sshhh…” Akanishi pulled back only long enough to appease him. As his mouth set to work on the aching shaft, though, his hands crawled up his host’s slender torso, fixating on the smaller man’s nipples, twisting and playing with them, making Kamenashi squirm and writhe helplessly on the bed.
Kamenashi propped himself up on his elbows, openmouthed and struggling to survey his guest’s ministrations.
It was not enough.
The desire, the thirst was becoming more potent, but just this once, Kamenashi did not want to concede to such temptation. Akanishi felt himself being pulled up by the very hair on his head, and he was met by hot and ravenous lips that devoured his own the moment they touched.
Akanishi might have jolted in his surprise, but it was a surprise that was well beyond pleasant as he felt Kamenashi’s slender and bony fingers wrap around his manhood, leading him into the latter’s hole. He might have questioned, too, why Kamenashi was impatient to be filled, but he did not wonder for too long as all thoughts flew out of his mind with the bliss that was Kamenashi’s warmth around his previously uncared for and already leaking shaft.
There was a fleeting pause as they halfheartedly attempted to clear their heads, and as abruptly as they silenced, they began moving again, Akanishi pulling back and shoving forcefully, and Kamenashi wrapping his legs around Akanishi’s waist so that he could meet him thrust for thrust.
Kamenashi bit his lip at the pain, but that was the scheme of it: the lack of preparation and the consequent hurt should distract him from his other needs. Gripping Akanishi by the shoulders, he cried out when the man sped up and reinforced his movements, leaving Kamenashi with no other choice but to put his hands above his head, clinging to and pushing against the headboard to meet the thrusts. The new angle seemed to have provoked Akanishi, causing the taller man to throw his head back in a silent cry of his own, and again Kamenashi saw that delicious neck, now lined with a fine sheen of perspiration. Closing his eyes yet again, he clenched at Akanishi’s hips firmly to stop the man.
Confusion was evident on Akanishi’s countenance as they ground to a halt, when he was almost beginning to feel the first tremors of his climax. He wanted to voice his disapproval and hold Kamenashi down, but then he found that the other man stopped him only to shift to an even more stimulating position in front of him. Akanishi willed himself to breathe naturally, even as his partner turned around and got on his knees.
Kamenashi-sama… on his knees… just for me…
Kamenashi tightly wrapped his hands around one of the bedpost, and with such act Akanishi discerned that his host was prepared to take more. Slowly, he crouched over the other man and kissed his way up the svelte and sinewy back. Kamenashi was aware of the warm puffs of air on his nape as he felt the taller man position himself once more, and with Kamenashi biting his lip to keep a whimper from escaping his mouth, Akanishi cautiously entered him again.
Nonetheless, Kamenashi, too, was beginning to shove back against Akanishi’s thrusts, and so they fell back into their previous rhythm quite swiftly, the bed rocking and creaking so audibly that it might as well have been heard outside the bedroom. Kamenashi let out a breathless moan when he felt Akanishi’s warm and gentle hand wrap around his member, not pumping, merely stroking slowly and massaging the severely leaking organ. His own hands kept on slipping from the bedposts, and soon he was on all fours, his palms flat on the silk sheets, his whole body meeting Akanishi’s every move vigorously even if he was already panting and trembling.
“I want to - see your face - ” Akanishi unexpectedly sighed thickly into Kamenashi’s ear, causing the smaller man to look over his shoulder with beat but immodestly covetous eyes, and Akanishi arched over and devoured his mouth once more, passionately and yet allowing no battle. Perhaps it was his senses being overwhelmed, possibly overindulging in too much gratification - too much of Akanishi-san - for in that precise moment Kamenashi came, thrusting into Akanishi’s hand and spilling his seed on the already abused furniture they were on. A heartbeat after and Akanishi came, too, and Kamenashi felt the bliss of Akanishi’s essence inside him; hot, smooth fluid filling him up, some of it seeping down his inner thighs.
Still breathing heavily, Akanishi reached out and turned Kamenashi over, making the smaller man lie down on the bed and face him. For some reason, Kamenashi looked different now. Unquestionably, he looked nowhere near having just taken pleasure in a staggering orgasm; it was as if Kamenashi was gripped by an even more insatiable desire, his eyes ablaze as he watched a distinct, solitary part of Akanishi’s body. Kamenashi’s damp and clammy chest was heaving, but he was now, more than ever, alive and menacing.
It was then that Akanishi understood.
There was a price to pay for this escapade - perhaps the paramount experience of his life - and, satirically, it was precisely his life that was the currency of this trade. Akanishi then smiled, succumbing to his fate and laying himself down on the bed. Taking a lungful of air, he shut his eyes and tilted his head to the side. The shifting on the bed to his side and the following warm puffs of air on Akanishi’s face told him that Kamenashi was now lying next to him, and soon he felt the other man’s skin against his own. Kamenashi raised a hand and trailed a finger down Akanishi’s neck once more, even chuckling quietly as Akanishi squirmed when his finger grazed over the latter’s collarbone. Down Kamenashi’s hand went until it reached Akanishi’s waist, and then the prey felt his predator hold him in place with a single hand at his side.
Akanishi did not dare crack an eye open, even as he felt Kamenashi leisurely brush a leg up against his own, even as the action sent rousing chills up his spine once more. Why feed the lust, he thought to himself, when this is the end of my life as I have known it? Akanishi breathed out, his smile becoming wider as Kamenashi’s leg came to rest in between his thighs.
It might well have been a blur of events, except that Akanishi could tell without a doubt which came first - Kamenashi leaning over him - hot breaths on his neck - and then white hot pain, first at the side of his neck, and then gradually spreading to the rest of his body, down to the very tips of his fingers. It was curiously akin to being stricken by an abrupt delirium. Akanishi began to feel nauseous as he felt the life being drawn out from him, all the while Kamenashi’s hand was still at his waist, clutching at him lest he dared fight back and run away. Akanishi’s limbs, however, told a different story - a story of despair and terror - with his toes curled and his hands fisting the sheets, futilely holding on for dear life.
His breathing was becoming labored, his body was starting to feel numb, and upon opening his eyes he found that his vision was beginning to cloud. He was not able to see anything anymore but Kamenashi, right beside him, at this moment both his salvation and the cause of his death. Would his life conclude here? Akanishi wondered how his corpse would be cast off once he passed away. It was also a marvel to him how he so naturally thought of his own disposal. What more did he want to do? What was there to still do? Somehow, he felt blissful and at peace to be dying by the hands of such a beautiful and gentle creature, who gave him the greatest pleasure before claiming the fee for it. He still did not wholly appreciate Kamenashi’s being, and he was nowhere near comprehending the odd and baffling ways of this man, but now he knew that all his prior conceptions were erroneous.
Kamenashi was a fiend - far more treacherous than he had presumed, powerful in ways more heinous than those people believed him to be. He was evil. Nonetheless, he was a miracle. For this reason, for Akanishi, it could only be an honor and a privilege to have ended like this; to have spent his final night with this godlike man, and to perish by his side in this heavenly place.
When Kamenashi unlatched his mouth from Akanishi’s abused neck, Akanishi was still awake and conscious, and truly amazed that he was still alive. He wanted to gripe, however weakly, when he felt Kamenashi’s warm hand finally let go of its firm hold at his waist, but just a few moments later, he felt soft skin at his lips. It was quite balmy and dripping, and upon opening his eyes, Akanishi found it to be Kamenashi’s own wrist, which was wounded and bleeding. Bemused, Akanishi looked up at his host, and found that the beautiful man was watching him with what looked like fascination.
Kamenashi’s face was as erotic as ever, even as blood trickled from the corner of his lips down to his chin. Akanishi could not move a muscle even if he tried, and so all he did was open his mouth and dart his tongue out to taste Kamenashi’s blood. Suddenly, he became aware of just how thirsty he truly was, and so he drank. He sipped and swallowed and lapped at Kamenashi’s blood like a man that had been lost in an arid desert for years without a drink. All the while, Kamenashi made delighted purrs and lewd sounds, incontestably relishing in Akanishi’s actions as he massaged the latter’s scalp with his other hand and rocked against Akanishi, rubbing his flaccid member against the larger man’s hip.
Once satiated, Akanishi fell back on the pillows, eyes half lidded with contentment. Regaining as much as necessary energy to raise an arm, he pulled Kamenashi down to him by the shoulder, drawing his host in for a deliberately unhurried, stirring kiss. Both men grinned into the kiss as they let the exhaustion flood their bodies.
They were now equal and identical - fiendish creatures anointed and damned to survive, and suffer as the case may be, for countless centuries ahead.
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A cool draft blowing through the open aged double doors and into the freezing and silent entrance hall made Akanishi draw the frock around his body snug. The cruel, wintry wind outside was like an admonition for a brutal storm that was to come, but still, all that showered upon the earth was a fresh drizzle. Akanishi’s slumber lasted for perhaps but an hour, but now the world felt different to him…
Or possibly, he was, from this moment on, unusual from most of the world.
Taking a step forward, he peered discreetly at the shadowy heavens. The moon was hidden behind enormous dark clouds, the beams giving the impression of being shards harshly cutting through cottony edges. The butler standing resolutely at the entrance nodded to him, as if encouraging him to confront the world after his transformation.
Akanishi knew - felt - that he had been changed. He had been touched, his being has been altered, his thoughts remain, and yet he thought differently now. Without a doubt, he recognized that he was physically more powerful. Strictly speaking, he was now lifeless. But he felt alive now, more than ever.
At that very instant, he could feel his might surging through his veins, could sense the power yearning to be used. He felt that he had to fine-tune his life and his fiddle with his concerns. Suddenly, becoming a merchant did not seem like much of an appealing way of life anymore, now that he could do so much more. It was a new irony of his existence that he did not need much, right when he gained the means to acquire whatever he wanted.
Kamenashi was still fast asleep when Akanishi rose from the bed and dressed himself. The smaller man looked spent and exhausted - his hair disheveled and his breathing quite deep underneath the warm blanket they shared as they slept - but immeasurably contented and fulfilled. Akanishi could tell from the small smile pulling at the corner of his lips as he slept. Now, standing at the entrance to the house, Akanishi fondly reminisced all that had transpired this evening. Needless to say, he was looking forward to visiting this estate and its host again very soon.
Akanishi returned the butler’s courteous gesture and smartly set foot outside the castle. The chilled wind drifted towards him once more, this time at his taut face and in his soft, still slightly tousled hair. The clouds above shifted to offer a view of the moon, and the last that the castle ever saw of Akanishi was a sliver of moonlight illuminating the cunning grin on his pale face.
To be continued…
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