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Philosophical Arguments
Title: Philosophical Arguments
Date Written: 10/25/05
Rating: NC-17 Read with caution
Word Count: 1151
Characters/Pairings: Koumyou/Ukoku
Warnings: M/M, sex between two consenting adults.
Spoilers: None, I think.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: I got a request for this pairing including, and I quote: "Tender love and all that mushy shit. Crazy old man jokes are a plus." Well, babe, I threw in a little bit of smut. Hope you like it. And I'm going with light brown hair and light brown eyes for Koumyou. If that's wrong, lemme know!
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Koumyou Sanzo sat cross-legged on the edge of his bed, leaning out the open window while he smoked a cigarette and watched the stars spin slowly across the sky. One of the perks of being a high-ranking priest was that he could have a window made by his bedside, along the wall that didn't have a path on the other side so he could do exactly what he was doing right now: sitting naked on his bed, smoking, while his lover laid under the covers smoking as well.
"Aren't the stars beautiful?" the long-haired priest asked his lover, not taking his eyes from the clear sky above him. It was a new moon, so it seemed to Koumyou as if he could see forever.
"Eh," came the reply. "Masses of fiery gas, countless miles away." A hand touched the chilled skin of his back, the warm touch sinking into his skin. "I personally prefer beauty that's a little closer to me than stars."
Koumyou smirked, looking over his shoulder. "And you were telling me that I was the one going senile?"
"Well, I'm certainly not the one staring blankly into space for hours on end and skipping classes to fly paper airplanes," came the teasing reply, and Ukoku blew a cloud of smoke right past Koumyou's shoulder out the window, grinning.
"I'm a hedonist," Koumyou replied, turning around to lean back against the wall. Although he was facing his younger lover, he could still see the stars if he leaned back far enough.
"A hedonist, hmn?" Ukoku smiled as he put his cigarette out in the glass ashtray on Koumyou's bedside table. "Some philosophers say that pleasures of the mind are better than pleasures of the flesh," the dark-haired Sanzo informed his lover, bending his body so that he was propped up on his elbows between Koumyou's legs.
The brunette Sanzo ran his fingers through the short black locks of his lover's hair, wishing that the sheet around Ukoku's waist would slip down far enough to reveal even more gorgeous pale skin. "Pleasures of the mind are more your realm, are they not? I, however, am not as educated as you, and therefore I don't know any better than to take pleasure in more worldly things."
That comment made Ukoku laugh, his head falling down so his forehead could press against the mattress. The dark strands brushed against Koumyou's penis, the gentle caresses stirring pleasure in the long-haired man. A warm, wet tongue slid underneath the growing length of his erection, making Koumyou gasp in surprise and the sudden spike in pleasure.
Dark eyes looked up innocently. "I take it that was one those so-called pleasures?" The teaing voice was followed by that torturous tongue on his skin again, leaving wet trails of saliva to cool in the night air.
The creative, eloquent reply that Koumyou responded with was a faint moan as his head tipped back against one of the wooden frames of the wall.
Ukoku's tongue was always talented, and the younger Sanzo proved it by yet again. Although Koumyou couldn't see what was going on from the mop of hair hiding the view, he could feel the very tip of his lover's tongue dancing across the crown of his erection, tracing the patterns of throbbing blood vessels down and up and down again, making the brunette squirm. The pleasure was teasing, fleeting, not what he needed, nor what either of them, ultimately, wanted.
But the build-up sure as hell was fun.
When warm lips wrapped around the head of his leaking cock, Koumyou could have wept with relief. Instead, he slid his fingers into the dark strands dancing across his stomach and thighs, silently urging his lover on. And when Ukoku's lips slid down, enveloping Koumyou in his hot mouth, he did cry--aloud. Tobacco-stained fingertips trailed up his legs to tease and massage the tender flesh of his inner thighs, slowly sliding inwards to pet his sac and lower...
Ukoku's ministrations felt like Heaven, but the pleasured sensation plateaued too soon for Koumyou, and he suddenly found himself begging. Pleading, more like.
His lover chuckled, the vibrations sinking into sensitized skin which was left neglected as the dark-haired man slid his lips off of Koumyou. Warm hands danced up a sweat-slicked chest, and Ukoku knelt to kiss the brunette deeply.
The taste of his fellow Sanzo and of his own essence slid from Ukoku's tongue to his, and brown eyes slid shut in pleasure. The dark-haired priest was pulling him down to lay on the mattress, his long unbound hair fanning across the pillows and sheets behind him. He felt Ukoku shift, kneeling between his spread legs as he rummaged through the sheet for their vial of oil. He moved to help him look, but the hot mouth and talented tongue descended on his again, causing all other thoughts to flee his mind.
Ukoku pulled away from their kiss, and right as Koumyou was opening his eyes to ask what was the matter, he felt his lover's oiled shaft slide deep into his body. His eyes went wide from the sudden invasion. Although he was still slightly stretched from an earlier round of lovemaking, it still hurt.
The dark-haired man leaned down to nuzzle the pale column of Koumyou's neck. "It's painful now, isn't it? Pleasures of the flesh can hurt," he continued, not waiting for a response. "Pleasures of the mind never do."
Koumyou laughed at that, his long legs coming up to wrap around Ukoku's waist. "Didn't the Buddha say that everything was pain?" the brunette countered.
Ukoku quickly withdrew and plunged deeper into the willing body beneath him. "I can't believe you're bringing gods up at a time like this."
"I can't believe you're talking philosophy at a time like this!" Koumyou countered, his rational mind quickly slipping away as he angled his hips up to meet his lover's thrusts. "Simple calculus... The pleasure is much greater than the... pain," he managed, sensations running wild inside him.
After that, nothing else was said--at least, nothing coherent. Gasps, moans and cries floated out the open window and towards the stars, who quietly stood guard over the two lovers. Eventually, however, the noises ceased, and the two high priests were back at square one: sharing a post-coital cigarette while lying in each other's arms. Ukoku's hand traveled up and down Koumyou's bare back and ass as the older priest leaned over to put out their cigarette in the glass ashtray.
"So. Were the pleasures of the flesh satisfactory, O Master Ukoku?" Koumyou teased, snuggling in against his lover's warmth.
"Mmm, very," came the sleepy reply.
A very long pause followed these, and Koumyou started to believe that his lover had fallen asleep.
"Books are better, though."
Koumyou smacked Ukoku in the face with a pillow.
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Date Written: 10/25/05
Rating: NC-17 Read with caution
Word Count: 1151
Characters/Pairings: Koumyou/Ukoku
Warnings: M/M, sex between two consenting adults.
Spoilers: None, I think.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: I got a request for this pairing including, and I quote: "Tender love and all that mushy shit. Crazy old man jokes are a plus." Well, babe, I threw in a little bit of smut. Hope you like it. And I'm going with light brown hair and light brown eyes for Koumyou. If that's wrong, lemme know!
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Koumyou Sanzo sat cross-legged on the edge of his bed, leaning out the open window while he smoked a cigarette and watched the stars spin slowly across the sky. One of the perks of being a high-ranking priest was that he could have a window made by his bedside, along the wall that didn't have a path on the other side so he could do exactly what he was doing right now: sitting naked on his bed, smoking, while his lover laid under the covers smoking as well.
"Aren't the stars beautiful?" the long-haired priest asked his lover, not taking his eyes from the clear sky above him. It was a new moon, so it seemed to Koumyou as if he could see forever.
"Eh," came the reply. "Masses of fiery gas, countless miles away." A hand touched the chilled skin of his back, the warm touch sinking into his skin. "I personally prefer beauty that's a little closer to me than stars."
Koumyou smirked, looking over his shoulder. "And you were telling me that I was the one going senile?"
"Well, I'm certainly not the one staring blankly into space for hours on end and skipping classes to fly paper airplanes," came the teasing reply, and Ukoku blew a cloud of smoke right past Koumyou's shoulder out the window, grinning.
"I'm a hedonist," Koumyou replied, turning around to lean back against the wall. Although he was facing his younger lover, he could still see the stars if he leaned back far enough.
"A hedonist, hmn?" Ukoku smiled as he put his cigarette out in the glass ashtray on Koumyou's bedside table. "Some philosophers say that pleasures of the mind are better than pleasures of the flesh," the dark-haired Sanzo informed his lover, bending his body so that he was propped up on his elbows between Koumyou's legs.
The brunette Sanzo ran his fingers through the short black locks of his lover's hair, wishing that the sheet around Ukoku's waist would slip down far enough to reveal even more gorgeous pale skin. "Pleasures of the mind are more your realm, are they not? I, however, am not as educated as you, and therefore I don't know any better than to take pleasure in more worldly things."
That comment made Ukoku laugh, his head falling down so his forehead could press against the mattress. The dark strands brushed against Koumyou's penis, the gentle caresses stirring pleasure in the long-haired man. A warm, wet tongue slid underneath the growing length of his erection, making Koumyou gasp in surprise and the sudden spike in pleasure.
Dark eyes looked up innocently. "I take it that was one those so-called pleasures?" The teaing voice was followed by that torturous tongue on his skin again, leaving wet trails of saliva to cool in the night air.
The creative, eloquent reply that Koumyou responded with was a faint moan as his head tipped back against one of the wooden frames of the wall.
Ukoku's tongue was always talented, and the younger Sanzo proved it by yet again. Although Koumyou couldn't see what was going on from the mop of hair hiding the view, he could feel the very tip of his lover's tongue dancing across the crown of his erection, tracing the patterns of throbbing blood vessels down and up and down again, making the brunette squirm. The pleasure was teasing, fleeting, not what he needed, nor what either of them, ultimately, wanted.
But the build-up sure as hell was fun.
When warm lips wrapped around the head of his leaking cock, Koumyou could have wept with relief. Instead, he slid his fingers into the dark strands dancing across his stomach and thighs, silently urging his lover on. And when Ukoku's lips slid down, enveloping Koumyou in his hot mouth, he did cry--aloud. Tobacco-stained fingertips trailed up his legs to tease and massage the tender flesh of his inner thighs, slowly sliding inwards to pet his sac and lower...
Ukoku's ministrations felt like Heaven, but the pleasured sensation plateaued too soon for Koumyou, and he suddenly found himself begging. Pleading, more like.
His lover chuckled, the vibrations sinking into sensitized skin which was left neglected as the dark-haired man slid his lips off of Koumyou. Warm hands danced up a sweat-slicked chest, and Ukoku knelt to kiss the brunette deeply.
The taste of his fellow Sanzo and of his own essence slid from Ukoku's tongue to his, and brown eyes slid shut in pleasure. The dark-haired priest was pulling him down to lay on the mattress, his long unbound hair fanning across the pillows and sheets behind him. He felt Ukoku shift, kneeling between his spread legs as he rummaged through the sheet for their vial of oil. He moved to help him look, but the hot mouth and talented tongue descended on his again, causing all other thoughts to flee his mind.
Ukoku pulled away from their kiss, and right as Koumyou was opening his eyes to ask what was the matter, he felt his lover's oiled shaft slide deep into his body. His eyes went wide from the sudden invasion. Although he was still slightly stretched from an earlier round of lovemaking, it still hurt.
The dark-haired man leaned down to nuzzle the pale column of Koumyou's neck. "It's painful now, isn't it? Pleasures of the flesh can hurt," he continued, not waiting for a response. "Pleasures of the mind never do."
Koumyou laughed at that, his long legs coming up to wrap around Ukoku's waist. "Didn't the Buddha say that everything was pain?" the brunette countered.
Ukoku quickly withdrew and plunged deeper into the willing body beneath him. "I can't believe you're bringing gods up at a time like this."
"I can't believe you're talking philosophy at a time like this!" Koumyou countered, his rational mind quickly slipping away as he angled his hips up to meet his lover's thrusts. "Simple calculus... The pleasure is much greater than the... pain," he managed, sensations running wild inside him.
After that, nothing else was said--at least, nothing coherent. Gasps, moans and cries floated out the open window and towards the stars, who quietly stood guard over the two lovers. Eventually, however, the noises ceased, and the two high priests were back at square one: sharing a post-coital cigarette while lying in each other's arms. Ukoku's hand traveled up and down Koumyou's bare back and ass as the older priest leaned over to put out their cigarette in the glass ashtray.
"So. Were the pleasures of the flesh satisfactory, O Master Ukoku?" Koumyou teased, snuggling in against his lover's warmth.
"Mmm, very," came the sleepy reply.
A very long pause followed these, and Koumyou started to believe that his lover had fallen asleep.
"Books are better, though."
Koumyou smacked Ukoku in the face with a pillow.
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