Basically, no one should ever talk to me.
Aug. 12th, 2009 06:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_ganeshThis is all darknightrain's fault. She knows why.
Rated NC-17 for seriously underage sexuality and dubious consent at best; nothing explicit, but definitely skeevy. References to canon events; Nii/Kami-sama. Double drabble.
The boy was clearly eager to please. Ukoku wondered what kind of path he'd taken, to get to this. "Come on," he said, and walked the kid back to his room.
Ukoku sat down and took a better look at him. He seemed in okay health, aside from the eye, and the slavers had scrubbed him up nice and clean, his blond hair shining even in the darkened room. He'd have to ask the innkeeper for an extra bed, and get him some better clothes. "What will Koumyou think of you?" he asked the room.
The kid just dropped down to his knees and wordlessly unzipped Ukoku's fly.
"Hey," Ukoku said. "I didn't--"
But the kid was already focused on his task, as automatic and thoughtless as an apprentice monk sweeping the courtyard. There was potential there. Good.
Ukoku let him finish; when it was over, the kid leaned back on his heels, watching Ukoku's face. There was a white streak dribbling down past his chin. "Was that all right, Sir?"
"Call me Master," Ukoku said. "And you won't have to do that again." He reached down and wiped the boy's mouth. "You're interesting. I think I'm going to make you a god."
darknightrain's fault. She knows why.Rated NC-17 for seriously underage sexuality and dubious consent at best; nothing explicit, but definitely skeevy. References to canon events; Nii/Kami-sama. Double drabble.
The boy was clearly eager to please. Ukoku wondered what kind of path he'd taken, to get to this. "Come on," he said, and walked the kid back to his room.
Ukoku sat down and took a better look at him. He seemed in okay health, aside from the eye, and the slavers had scrubbed him up nice and clean, his blond hair shining even in the darkened room. He'd have to ask the innkeeper for an extra bed, and get him some better clothes. "What will Koumyou think of you?" he asked the room.
The kid just dropped down to his knees and wordlessly unzipped Ukoku's fly.
"Hey," Ukoku said. "I didn't--"
But the kid was already focused on his task, as automatic and thoughtless as an apprentice monk sweeping the courtyard. There was potential there. Good.
Ukoku let him finish; when it was over, the kid leaned back on his heels, watching Ukoku's face. There was a white streak dribbling down past his chin. "Was that all right, Sir?"
"Call me Master," Ukoku said. "And you won't have to do that again." He reached down and wiped the boy's mouth. "You're interesting. I think I'm going to make you a god."
