Dirty Secrets
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Category:
+S to Z › Shaman King
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,525
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Shaman King, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Dirty Secrets
Disclaimer: I don\'t own Shaman King, most unfortunately. There would be much more twincest if I did. XD
Water trailed down the deceptively frail body in rivulets. The boy sighed and ran his fingers through his damp hair. A shower was just what he needed after the hard day of training Anna had put him through. He didn’t understand why she insisted on keeping his training up; the Shaman Fight was over. He had won.
Yoh leaned against the wall of the shower. That brought back memories. The final battle... With Hao...
Hao. Not a day went by that Yoh didn’t regret what he had done. Likewise, not a day had gone by that Yoh didn’t kick himself for those thoughts. Hao was the enemy. But... Hao was his brother... And...
His eyes slid closed. Since the day they met, Yoh’s thoughts of Hao had been confusing. Even knowing what he did about Hao, he still...
He pictured Hao in his mind, his long silky hair, his dark eyes, so much colder than his own. His thoughts descended further down Hao’s body and a blush spread over his cheeks. He had been having thoughts like this since before the Shaman Fight. He knew they were wrong, in more ways than one, but he couldn’t control them.
And, in all honesty, he didn’t quite mind them...
His hand slid down his body, but in his mind, it was Hao’s hand. He wrapped his hand tightly around his quickly forming erection. His other hand slipped over his mouth to muffle his moans. Any noise could alert Anna to what he was doing, and that would ruin everything.
He slid his hand up and down his length once, picturing Hao standing before him, as naked as he himself was, his hand tight around his younger brother’s self. Yoh purred into his hand, moving his hand again, striking up a pattern, imagining it was set by Hao. It was Hao who was stroking him, it was Hao bringing him pleasure.
He pictured Hao’s mouth moving to cover his own. His tongue moved against the hand in his mouth. His hand moved faster. His mind screamed Hao’s name. His hips began to buck upwards, meeting his- Hao’s- strokes.
Harder, faster, he stroked his length roughly, crying out against his hand. He pictured Hao dropping to his knees and slowly covering Yoh’s erection with his perfect lips. That sent him over the edge, and he was snapped back into reality as his own come coated his hand.
Yoh stared at his hand, realizing what he had just done.
Hao was his brother. Hao was evil. Hao was dead.
He was sick.
-Fin
Water trailed down the deceptively frail body in rivulets. The boy sighed and ran his fingers through his damp hair. A shower was just what he needed after the hard day of training Anna had put him through. He didn’t understand why she insisted on keeping his training up; the Shaman Fight was over. He had won.
Yoh leaned against the wall of the shower. That brought back memories. The final battle... With Hao...
Hao. Not a day went by that Yoh didn’t regret what he had done. Likewise, not a day had gone by that Yoh didn’t kick himself for those thoughts. Hao was the enemy. But... Hao was his brother... And...
His eyes slid closed. Since the day they met, Yoh’s thoughts of Hao had been confusing. Even knowing what he did about Hao, he still...
He pictured Hao in his mind, his long silky hair, his dark eyes, so much colder than his own. His thoughts descended further down Hao’s body and a blush spread over his cheeks. He had been having thoughts like this since before the Shaman Fight. He knew they were wrong, in more ways than one, but he couldn’t control them.
And, in all honesty, he didn’t quite mind them...
His hand slid down his body, but in his mind, it was Hao’s hand. He wrapped his hand tightly around his quickly forming erection. His other hand slipped over his mouth to muffle his moans. Any noise could alert Anna to what he was doing, and that would ruin everything.
He slid his hand up and down his length once, picturing Hao standing before him, as naked as he himself was, his hand tight around his younger brother’s self. Yoh purred into his hand, moving his hand again, striking up a pattern, imagining it was set by Hao. It was Hao who was stroking him, it was Hao bringing him pleasure.
He pictured Hao’s mouth moving to cover his own. His tongue moved against the hand in his mouth. His hand moved faster. His mind screamed Hao’s name. His hips began to buck upwards, meeting his- Hao’s- strokes.
Harder, faster, he stroked his length roughly, crying out against his hand. He pictured Hao dropping to his knees and slowly covering Yoh’s erection with his perfect lips. That sent him over the edge, and he was snapped back into reality as his own come coated his hand.
Yoh stared at his hand, realizing what he had just done.
Hao was his brother. Hao was evil. Hao was dead.
He was sick.
-Fin