Ficlet - Playtime

[cornerofmadness]

Playtime
D. M. Evans
Disclaimer – definitely not mine. Fruits Basket is the property of Natsuki Takaya
Pairing – Hatori/Ayame (Note: yaoi and they’re cousins…and they’re more or less canon)
Rating – R (for sexual situations)
Spoilers – none
Summary – The games they play are endless
Author’s Note – Written for Mjules who wanted Hatori/Ayame and D/S


“I’m not going to wear this,” Hatori said, eyeing the sultan’s outfit dubiously. Sometimes he wondered what got into Ayame’s head.

“Don’t be like that,” Ayame wheedled, stepping into the bedroom. He leaned on the doorway, jingling with the motion.

Hatori brushed the hair back out of his eyes, blind one included, staring at his lover. Ayame had his white hair pulled back into a tail held by a purple spangled headpiece that glittered in the light. Ayame had gone all out on the harem girl look. Amethyst dust on his eyelids, a lavender veil that matched the diaphanous skirts, a violet halter covered with fake amethysts and gold coins, reflected in the skirts belt; coins so like Ayame’s gold eyes. Even his hands and feet were decked out in harem ‘slave’ jewelry.

Ayame sashayed into the room and ran a veil over Hatori’s cheek. “This way is more fun.”

Hatori caught his lover’s hand. He knew to expect games like this from Ayame. His cousin did run an adult costume shop. Ayame lived for this and it certainly kept things lively. “Kneel,” he instructed and Ayame fluttered down like a butterfly finding a favored blossom.

Ayame’s gold eyes seemed positive royal surrounded by amethyst. They concentrated on Hatori as Ayame awaited his next instruction. Hatori’s skin tingled as he thought about what he might want. Ayame was safe. They could touch without fear. He wouldn’t leave Hatori dying as a sea horse on the bed. Somehow Ayame retained some of his serpentine nature as he wound around his lover, especially in the winter when he was craving warmth. Body, fingers, tongue, Ayame knew how to wrap around a lover and entice him. The thought of it made Hatori harden.

Hatori walked around Ayame, almost touching him but not quite. He could see Ayame’s skin twitching and could imagine him longing to feel his skin. Hatori leaned down and whispered, “Grab your ankles.”

Ayame smiled behind his veil and reached back, arching deliciously, tossing his mane of hair. Even as he submitted to Hatori’s will, Ayame knew how to manipulate his lover, with his subtle body movements. Hatori ran a finger along Ayame’s belly, trailing over the pale skin, feeling him shiver. His hand teased over the tent in Ayame’s harem skirts.

“Let go,” he said simply and Ayame straightened up slowly, batting his glittered eyelashes. Hatori gestured to his belt and nothing more was needed. Ayame unbuckled him and took down his zip. “Stop,” Hatori said and Ayame froze, looking up at him. Hatori removed the lavender veil across Ayame’s expressive mouth. He traced the outline of Ayame’s mouth, gently pressing a finger between his painted lips. Ayame’s tongue fluttered against Hatori’s finger. He withdrew and took down his pants. He smiled at Ayame and simply said, “Open.” The way Ayame’s eyes lit up told Hatori all he needed to know. This was Ayame’s favorite part of the game.

Comments

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Heee. So...sexy.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

thanks glad you liked it

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

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