Fantasies: Chapter 1

 

Title: Fantasies
Author: kira
Rating: mature
Genre: Pre-canon timeline.
Words: 300
Summary: Suikotsu fantasizes about a certain little butterfly...

Pairing: Suikotsu/Jakotsu
Warnings: Nothing noteworthy other than some quasi-incestuousfeelings/thoughts from Suikotsu.

Author’s note: thanks to my beta, Jen, for helping me darken this up, and polishing it too. ;p

Suikotsu wandered aimlessly, a beast torn by madness, bathing in blood, while failing miserably at washing it away. He hated himself for the lives he took and those he could not save. Hate was a powerful emotion that gnawed at him constantly, never giving him the peace of mind he longed for.

Until now... He had met a pair of young boys, who did not give a damn about all the blood on his hands. In fact, they welcomed it with open arms, reveled in it with him at times, especially the taller, more effeminate of the two. Beautiful and sensual, Jakotsu was a delicate butterfly like his late wife.

Suikotsu was drawn to him; his carefree ways easing the torment of the claw-bearer’s soul as they added to it. He wanted Jakotsu and yet, he was afraid to act upon it despite the younger boy’s flirtations. Besides, it was painfully obvious where Jakotsu’s true affections lay.

The claw-bearer contented himself with simply holding him, and listening to his fears, hopes, and desires. It may not have been sexually fulfilling, but being Jakotsu’s father figure did have some advantages. He could gently caress Jakotsu, letting him sit on his lap, offering comfort, while hiding his deepest desires, and Bankotsu never thought anything of it.

Still, it tore at his soul not being able to touch Jakotsu the way he yearned to. The cross-dresser reminded him painfully of his beloved Sedako. He knew he could never bring himself to reach beyond the roles they played with each other, his delightfully dirty unfaithful, near incestuous thoughts would never see reality. Suikotsu sighed. Life wasn’t fair... He pulled Jakotsu onto his lap, kissing his cheek, his lips. But I still have my fantasies... he thought, running his fingers up the giggling cross-dresser’s bare thigh.