Return of the PeaceMaker!
Yup, it's another PMK fic, at long last! Beta'd by phlebotonum and ruffwriter.
Before You Go
Fandom: PeaceMaker Kurogane
Rating: R for Souji's evil, Hijikata's swearing, and the two of them doing Naughty Things. Well, mostly Souji.
Word Count: 1477
Overall, Souji decided, this was a nice morning to travel. It was still cold this early, but the sky was clear, and at least the snow had melted. The day would be bracing rather than unpleasant.
Of course, that didn't make him any happier, except vicariously. He wasn't the one who was going to the governor's estate, to stay there for several days, talking about Important Things with Important People and generally being too busy to even send a love note to his pining partner back home... Not, of course, that Hijikata was the letter-writing type in the first place.
Granted, he had written Souji a love poem once. At least, after long reflection, Souji had decided that was what the thing was about. It had been hard to make out, partly because of the drunken scrawling that made some of the kanji nigh illegible, but mainly because of the way the great Hougyoku transcended (read: mangled) all accepted definitions when it came to poetic simile. Though since pickled radish happened to be Hijikata's favorite dish, Souji supposed he shouldn't feel too stung at being compared to the stuff, even if he couldn't stand it.
Anyway... a small smile stole over the young man's face. He'd resigned himself to Hijikata going away; he doubted he could have persuaded him to ditch work if he wanted to. But at least he had the perfect way to make sure his lover would be thinking of nothing but him on the ride.
-- -- -- -- --
It never ceased to amaze him how cute Hijikata could look at moments like these. There was something about the way he lay there, curled on his side with the covers pulled up to nose level, what could be seen of his face softened by sleep and half-hidden by stray locks of hair... Souji snapped out of his contemplation, and slipped inside the room, making sure to pull the shoji completely shut behind him. The idea here was to get revenge before the fact, which meant no distractions!
Still trying to stay quiet, he stripped off his yukata and underclothes, and ducked under the covers. The other stirred, muttering softly, something about cold. Souji put a finger to his lips. "Shh. I'll warm you up." He suited actions to words, snuggling against Hijikata. After a moment, that big body shifted, stretched; one arm wrapped around Souji, pulling him closer until his face was pressed into the hollow of his lover's throat.
It really was comfortable, being held like this. Souji gave himself a few minutes to simply enjoy the closeness, to inhale the warm, sweaty scent, and to wait for Hijikata to lapse back into sleep. Eventually, the older man’s breathing evened out, and his hold relaxed a little.
Had Hijikata been awake, he would have been alarmed at the sight of Souji’s smile. Or perhaps he would have been too distracted by the fingers creeping slowly up his thigh, a touch too light to disturb his sleep now. Souji took his chance to savor it. Hijikata certainly appreciated the value of slow, leisurely lovemaking sometimes, but it was still rare for him to remain passive and let himself be touched. The skin was so soft there, unusually so for a man, though Souji’s fingers did have to detour inward at one point. He didn’t want to touch scars right now. Only that smoothness, and the muscle beneath, hard and vital.
Further up, skimming over Hijikata’s hip, along his side (being careful not to tickle, he wasn’t going for that sort of teasing right now) and to his chest, letting one fingertip brush a nipple into hardness. That brought a quiet sigh, and Souji eased up the pressure a little, turning to nuzzle at Hijikata’s throat instead. Too much in one place, too strong, and the man would wake before he was ready. The timing was important.
Back down again. This time he allowed himself a more intimate touch, and smiled as he felt Hijikata begin to harden under his hand. A little lower still, to cup his lover, flexing his fingers gently; that brought a little whimper, and the soft sac tightened, hardened. Souji’s own body was already more than ready. He allowed himself to shift forward a little, to rub his shaft along Hijikata’s thigh, as lightly as possible. He needed stimulation - oh yes! - but once again, too much too soon would ruin his plans.
Over endless minutes, Souji’s caresses became more intense. By the time Hijikata’s eyes finally drifted open, it was to find the younger man’s hand wrapped around him, stroking slowly. “Good morning,” Souji purred, and pumped a little harder, letting the pad of his thumb brush over the slick head before he pulled his hand away.
“Souji?”
“Hijikata-san.” Smiling, Souji rolled onto his back, spreading his legs, knowing he didn’t have to add “I’m ready”. Hijikata was already moving into position above him, one hand pushing between their bodies, down between Souji’s legs to make sure he was relaxed enough. Apparently he was. The fingers withdrew, and then Hijikata’s erection was there instead, butting against the opening, slowly pushing inside.
It hurt a bit, at first, with so little preparation. Souji focused on the good parts - the drowsy pleasure in Hijikata’s eyes, the slide of muscle under his hands where they clutched Hijikata’s shoulders, and the little jolts of sensation when his own shaft butted against his lover’s stomach. In only moments, his body gave up the last of its resistance. Neither of them lasted long after that; very soon Hijikata groaned and stiffened, reaching down to grab at Souji and fondle him in a frantic, unnecessary effort to drag him along over the edge.
When it was over Souji lay still, completely spent; he managed only the smallest noise of complaint when Hijikata pulled out of him, when that warm weight was lifted off him as the other sat up. The warmth returned almost immediately, though. Hijikata had only reached for the quilt, to drape it across the pair of them, a ward against the chill. When Souji could think clearly again, he was grateful for that; the feeling of sweat freezing on one’s skin really wasn’t all that pleasant.
Snuggle time with his lover was, though. Souji tried not to think about the fact that said time was limited… at least, until that illusion became insupportable.
thump thump THUMP Heavy knocks shook the doorframe, making Hijikata start upright with a little yelp of surprise. Souji couldn’t decide whether to grin or grimace, so he just turned over, burrowing into the warm hollow the other had left among the bedding.
“Toshi, are you in there?” Kondou Isami was normally patient to the point of being placid, but now he sounded a little irritable. “You could try to get up at a decent hour sometimes, you know. We’ve got to leave right now if we’re going to reach the governor’s estate in time!”
The transformation of Hijikata’s face, from sleepy satisfaction to horror, was priceless. For that special touch, Souji reached out a hand from under the quilt and patted his lover’s arm.
“Now, Hijikata-san, don’t stress yourself! Remember what Matsumoto-sensei said about straining your heart, it’s going to make you ill.”
”Souji…”
“It’s really not so bad as all that, you know. Tetsu-kun already laid out your good clothes last night… of course, you’ll probably not have time for a bath.” Souji schooled his face into a sympathetic expression, knowing it wouldn’t fool Hijikata for an instant.
“Souji.” Hijikata’s expression hardened, became accusing. It was harder and harder to hide his amusement. Fortunately, he could go for a pout instead.
“I knew it. You think I’m to blame. All I wanted was a little attention before you go away, but you assume I’m out to cause trouble - “
”Toshi!” Kondou was definitely annoyed now. “Get out here!”
“Shit,” Hijikata breathed. It was hard to tell if the curse was aimed at Souji or at the situation in general; perhaps it was a bit of both. Either way, the quilt was flung aside as Hijikata scrambled to his feet, already reaching for his clothing. Souji had to clamp one hand over his mouth to - mostly - smother his giggles, watching the older man trying to break the speed record for dressing formally. He was still fumbling with the regulation headband as he stumbled out the door.
Once the shoji slammed shut, Souji lay back and smiled smugly at the ceiling. Oh, he was so good. Not only had he gotten his last-possible-moment round of lovemaking, but now Hijikata would have to go to his important meeting with Souji’s scent all over him… and of course, he’d spend all that time plotting revenge, which meant that the day of his return should be just as memorable. Souji couldn’t wait.
Before You Go
Fandom: PeaceMaker Kurogane
Rating: R for Souji's evil, Hijikata's swearing, and the two of them doing Naughty Things. Well, mostly Souji.
Word Count: 1477
Overall, Souji decided, this was a nice morning to travel. It was still cold this early, but the sky was clear, and at least the snow had melted. The day would be bracing rather than unpleasant.
Of course, that didn't make him any happier, except vicariously. He wasn't the one who was going to the governor's estate, to stay there for several days, talking about Important Things with Important People and generally being too busy to even send a love note to his pining partner back home... Not, of course, that Hijikata was the letter-writing type in the first place.
Granted, he had written Souji a love poem once. At least, after long reflection, Souji had decided that was what the thing was about. It had been hard to make out, partly because of the drunken scrawling that made some of the kanji nigh illegible, but mainly because of the way the great Hougyoku transcended (read: mangled) all accepted definitions when it came to poetic simile. Though since pickled radish happened to be Hijikata's favorite dish, Souji supposed he shouldn't feel too stung at being compared to the stuff, even if he couldn't stand it.
Anyway... a small smile stole over the young man's face. He'd resigned himself to Hijikata going away; he doubted he could have persuaded him to ditch work if he wanted to. But at least he had the perfect way to make sure his lover would be thinking of nothing but him on the ride.
-- -- -- -- --
It never ceased to amaze him how cute Hijikata could look at moments like these. There was something about the way he lay there, curled on his side with the covers pulled up to nose level, what could be seen of his face softened by sleep and half-hidden by stray locks of hair... Souji snapped out of his contemplation, and slipped inside the room, making sure to pull the shoji completely shut behind him. The idea here was to get revenge before the fact, which meant no distractions!
Still trying to stay quiet, he stripped off his yukata and underclothes, and ducked under the covers. The other stirred, muttering softly, something about cold. Souji put a finger to his lips. "Shh. I'll warm you up." He suited actions to words, snuggling against Hijikata. After a moment, that big body shifted, stretched; one arm wrapped around Souji, pulling him closer until his face was pressed into the hollow of his lover's throat.
It really was comfortable, being held like this. Souji gave himself a few minutes to simply enjoy the closeness, to inhale the warm, sweaty scent, and to wait for Hijikata to lapse back into sleep. Eventually, the older man’s breathing evened out, and his hold relaxed a little.
Had Hijikata been awake, he would have been alarmed at the sight of Souji’s smile. Or perhaps he would have been too distracted by the fingers creeping slowly up his thigh, a touch too light to disturb his sleep now. Souji took his chance to savor it. Hijikata certainly appreciated the value of slow, leisurely lovemaking sometimes, but it was still rare for him to remain passive and let himself be touched. The skin was so soft there, unusually so for a man, though Souji’s fingers did have to detour inward at one point. He didn’t want to touch scars right now. Only that smoothness, and the muscle beneath, hard and vital.
Further up, skimming over Hijikata’s hip, along his side (being careful not to tickle, he wasn’t going for that sort of teasing right now) and to his chest, letting one fingertip brush a nipple into hardness. That brought a quiet sigh, and Souji eased up the pressure a little, turning to nuzzle at Hijikata’s throat instead. Too much in one place, too strong, and the man would wake before he was ready. The timing was important.
Back down again. This time he allowed himself a more intimate touch, and smiled as he felt Hijikata begin to harden under his hand. A little lower still, to cup his lover, flexing his fingers gently; that brought a little whimper, and the soft sac tightened, hardened. Souji’s own body was already more than ready. He allowed himself to shift forward a little, to rub his shaft along Hijikata’s thigh, as lightly as possible. He needed stimulation - oh yes! - but once again, too much too soon would ruin his plans.
Over endless minutes, Souji’s caresses became more intense. By the time Hijikata’s eyes finally drifted open, it was to find the younger man’s hand wrapped around him, stroking slowly. “Good morning,” Souji purred, and pumped a little harder, letting the pad of his thumb brush over the slick head before he pulled his hand away.
“Souji?”
“Hijikata-san.” Smiling, Souji rolled onto his back, spreading his legs, knowing he didn’t have to add “I’m ready”. Hijikata was already moving into position above him, one hand pushing between their bodies, down between Souji’s legs to make sure he was relaxed enough. Apparently he was. The fingers withdrew, and then Hijikata’s erection was there instead, butting against the opening, slowly pushing inside.
It hurt a bit, at first, with so little preparation. Souji focused on the good parts - the drowsy pleasure in Hijikata’s eyes, the slide of muscle under his hands where they clutched Hijikata’s shoulders, and the little jolts of sensation when his own shaft butted against his lover’s stomach. In only moments, his body gave up the last of its resistance. Neither of them lasted long after that; very soon Hijikata groaned and stiffened, reaching down to grab at Souji and fondle him in a frantic, unnecessary effort to drag him along over the edge.
When it was over Souji lay still, completely spent; he managed only the smallest noise of complaint when Hijikata pulled out of him, when that warm weight was lifted off him as the other sat up. The warmth returned almost immediately, though. Hijikata had only reached for the quilt, to drape it across the pair of them, a ward against the chill. When Souji could think clearly again, he was grateful for that; the feeling of sweat freezing on one’s skin really wasn’t all that pleasant.
Snuggle time with his lover was, though. Souji tried not to think about the fact that said time was limited… at least, until that illusion became insupportable.
thump thump THUMP Heavy knocks shook the doorframe, making Hijikata start upright with a little yelp of surprise. Souji couldn’t decide whether to grin or grimace, so he just turned over, burrowing into the warm hollow the other had left among the bedding.
“Toshi, are you in there?” Kondou Isami was normally patient to the point of being placid, but now he sounded a little irritable. “You could try to get up at a decent hour sometimes, you know. We’ve got to leave right now if we’re going to reach the governor’s estate in time!”
The transformation of Hijikata’s face, from sleepy satisfaction to horror, was priceless. For that special touch, Souji reached out a hand from under the quilt and patted his lover’s arm.
“Now, Hijikata-san, don’t stress yourself! Remember what Matsumoto-sensei said about straining your heart, it’s going to make you ill.”
”Souji…”
“It’s really not so bad as all that, you know. Tetsu-kun already laid out your good clothes last night… of course, you’ll probably not have time for a bath.” Souji schooled his face into a sympathetic expression, knowing it wouldn’t fool Hijikata for an instant.
“Souji.” Hijikata’s expression hardened, became accusing. It was harder and harder to hide his amusement. Fortunately, he could go for a pout instead.
“I knew it. You think I’m to blame. All I wanted was a little attention before you go away, but you assume I’m out to cause trouble - “
”Toshi!” Kondou was definitely annoyed now. “Get out here!”
“Shit,” Hijikata breathed. It was hard to tell if the curse was aimed at Souji or at the situation in general; perhaps it was a bit of both. Either way, the quilt was flung aside as Hijikata scrambled to his feet, already reaching for his clothing. Souji had to clamp one hand over his mouth to - mostly - smother his giggles, watching the older man trying to break the speed record for dressing formally. He was still fumbling with the regulation headband as he stumbled out the door.
Once the shoji slammed shut, Souji lay back and smiled smugly at the ceiling. Oh, he was so good. Not only had he gotten his last-possible-moment round of lovemaking, but now Hijikata would have to go to his important meeting with Souji’s scent all over him… and of course, he’d spend all that time plotting revenge, which meant that the day of his return should be just as memorable. Souji couldn’t wait.