Gracie's [ADULT!] Saiyuki Short Stories
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Gensomaden Saiyuki › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
4,688
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Distraction
Title: Distraction
Date Written: 7/30/05
Non Challenge
Word Count: 397
Warnings: Incest.
Rating: M
Notes: Another thing shoved in my FF.N story collection. The original version of a drabble in Even More Saiyuki Drabbles of the same name.
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Her mouth's on mine again, hot, hungry, demanding. My mind cries out for me to turn away, to leave, to stop this madness; but my soul cries that I have to continue. For if I do stop, if she isn't distracted, all will result in disaster.
And there's been enough of that here. I can't take any more.
We tumble onto the bed, hands pulling at clothes, tears running down both our faces. I don't know what she's crying for, but I'm crying because I don't know of any other way to keep her from doing the one thing I dread, but I wish that it wasn't this.
She's loud when I take her, she always is, panting and moaning while I remain silent, the logical part of my mind curling up in the back of my psyche to cry and lament while lust takes over my actions.
I think the part I hate the most is the fact that I enjoy it.
Afterwards, when she's finally worn out and asleep, I rush to the shower, scrubbing my skin raw, hating myself. I stay there until I'm absolutely sure the scent of sex is off my skin, and then I go check to on him, the one person I'm doing this all for. He's sitting on his bed smoking, and I can tell from the look on his face that he heard us again.
GODS! I wish I was dead. I torture him more than I torture myself with my actions.
He doesn't speak but holds his cigarette up in a silent offer. I accept it, taking a deep drag, the half-smoked cigarette nearly at the filter when I give it back to him. He looks up at me, those damning, beautiful crimson eyes boring a hole into my soul. Instead of talking I reach into my pocket for my pack, pulling out two and lighting them before sitting next to my half-brother, putting an arm around him and holding him close.
Our smoke snakes towards the ceiling, intermingling until the room is hazy from the remains of cigarette after cigarette. In that haze we hide in silence, taking comfort from being close to one another and not having to acknowledge the fact that both of us were sacrificing a little bit of our souls to keep from having to kill our mother.
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Yes, this is the Sha family. Java brought it to my attention that the reason why Gojyo was so accepting of Kanan and Gonou was because his brother was sleeping with his mother, and pointed out in volume seven that the sounds Gojyo heard from his mother's room were Jien and his stepmother.
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Date Written: 7/30/05
Non Challenge
Word Count: 397
Warnings: Incest.
Rating: M
Notes: Another thing shoved in my FF.N story collection. The original version of a drabble in Even More Saiyuki Drabbles of the same name.
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Her mouth's on mine again, hot, hungry, demanding. My mind cries out for me to turn away, to leave, to stop this madness; but my soul cries that I have to continue. For if I do stop, if she isn't distracted, all will result in disaster.
And there's been enough of that here. I can't take any more.
We tumble onto the bed, hands pulling at clothes, tears running down both our faces. I don't know what she's crying for, but I'm crying because I don't know of any other way to keep her from doing the one thing I dread, but I wish that it wasn't this.
She's loud when I take her, she always is, panting and moaning while I remain silent, the logical part of my mind curling up in the back of my psyche to cry and lament while lust takes over my actions.
I think the part I hate the most is the fact that I enjoy it.
Afterwards, when she's finally worn out and asleep, I rush to the shower, scrubbing my skin raw, hating myself. I stay there until I'm absolutely sure the scent of sex is off my skin, and then I go check to on him, the one person I'm doing this all for. He's sitting on his bed smoking, and I can tell from the look on his face that he heard us again.
GODS! I wish I was dead. I torture him more than I torture myself with my actions.
He doesn't speak but holds his cigarette up in a silent offer. I accept it, taking a deep drag, the half-smoked cigarette nearly at the filter when I give it back to him. He looks up at me, those damning, beautiful crimson eyes boring a hole into my soul. Instead of talking I reach into my pocket for my pack, pulling out two and lighting them before sitting next to my half-brother, putting an arm around him and holding him close.
Our smoke snakes towards the ceiling, intermingling until the room is hazy from the remains of cigarette after cigarette. In that haze we hide in silence, taking comfort from being close to one another and not having to acknowledge the fact that both of us were sacrificing a little bit of our souls to keep from having to kill our mother.
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Yes, this is the Sha family. Java brought it to my attention that the reason why Gojyo was so accepting of Kanan and Gonou was because his brother was sleeping with his mother, and pointed out in volume seven that the sounds Gojyo heard from his mother's room were Jien and his stepmother.
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