Midousuji Akira (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
discarding) wrote2005-06-02 10:09 pm
discarding) wrote2005-06-02 10:09 pm
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1 trip ticket to the shadowrealm
[it's been particularly bad, lately.
of course, it was strange enough, waking up one day and finding that a part of his body he's had since birth was just...gone. Midousuji had boggled at the state of things (or the lack there of) between his legs that morning, after realizing he hadn't felt the familiar shifting of...you know, usual parts, once he got up to go brush his teeth. he'd spent about 10 minutes just staring in disbelief, shorts around his ankles, back bent severely. a tuft of coarse hair, that when he'd stroked it back, revealed... more absence of a penis. and all the other usual bits.
Midousuji finally had straightened himself up and ran to the bathroom to inspect at length, but it's not like he could really see anything. so this is how Midousuji ended up sat on his bathroom floor, between his own legs to the best of his ability, squinting as he moved hair, and parted...parts... frustrated, he eventually got together a razor, some shaving cream, and a cup of hot water. despite his lack of motor controls, he was able to do some pretty delicate shavework before... not that it hadn't been a nervy endeavor, but Midousuji managed to shave away the hair he'd let grow out in the last couple months.
it was then Midousuji grabbed a mirror, positioning in front of his ass—his skin was still kind of mottled with some stray, short and blunt hairs among some residual shaving cream, but he was about to shower anyway. his eyes widened, and, indeed...
opposite parts. Midousuji expressed surprise and began chattering to himself busily in confusion, moving stuff around, screaming in surprise and disgust here and there... and wondered what the hell could have lead to this. he hadn't been messing with transfiguration magic all that much, lately...
stunned, shellshocked, Midousuji stood, then took his usual shower. without his usual morning wood to accompany him. which was odd. not unwelcome, but there was still a stiff, distracting pressure, one he had no idea how to address. so he'd just...leave it alone for now. Midousuji had glanced uncertainly downwards as he washed, realizing he was going to have to relearn... sort of everything. how to jerk off. pee. everything. of course, he wanted to investigate how or why this happened... but he didn't know where to turn. library, maybe. he thought he could maybe ask the network if anyone had experience with any kind of anatomical mishaps with transmutation practice...
so Midousuji spent a long day in the library, put up that post, and mostly came up with nothing. some had reported mixups—temporary, and not so....viscerally genital in nature...
after the first day, Midousuji found, to the best of his knowledge (because it wasn't like he had basis of comparison), everything was at least.... normal. functional.
once Midousuji was a little less disturbed by the state of things, he finally decided to explore, to get a little more familiar. which was fun, to his surprise, but frustrating, too—he found orgasm difficult to achieve, his nerves sharper in some places than others. he'd experimented with penetration, too, too curious by the slick his playing had produced to neglect it—and it felt awkward. bad. deep hot ache inside. but when he tried again, out of similar, bored curiosity, about a week later, he had a bit more luck. going to the bathroom isn't any harder, though less convenient in emergencies, he's sure.
even getting used to it, Midousuji still hasn't told anyone. especially not Ishigaki. who he's actually hanging out with now, and that's where it's bad. it being the tension Midousuji feels around Ishigaki, lately. they've gotten closer, though Midousuji is loathe to admit it—but he can't say it's not nice, besides all the embarrassment and worry that comes with liking someone even a little.
they've had a scheduled feeding arrangement for about a month and a half, and Ishigaki's been in this place for about 6 months total. Midousuji's found, to his surprise, the feedings are actually pleasurable—such that he was beginning to worry about getting noticeably hard over it. now he doesn't really have to worry about that. the feedings taking that kind of turn for Midousuji is what's shifting his perspective on Ishigaki, and it's not in a way that's comfortable or natural to Midousuji.
there was some relief, at least, when Midousuji had, as he tends to do when he runs into something weird relating this world, studied up on it—apparently, it was a small aspect of a thrall. a vampire's influence. if the creature has good intentions and good will towards their victim, that's sometimes the result. not specifically because they mean to pleasure their target; it's far less intentional, with young vampires. just a natural manifestation.
gross, Ishigaki.
the fact that he's barely been able to get off in two weeks doesn't help.
he almost dreads it as they come back to his house after their outing. there's going to be less distracting stimulation, or pressure of outside eyes. but Midousuji is desperately lacking good judgement right now, because he's horny as fuck. it's not like he intends to resolve his arousal, because he can't, but goddamn if it's not making him misbehave a little. and make dumb choices.
as soon as Midousuji walks inside, he turns over his shoulder, smiling cheekily.]
Come in, I~shigaki-kun.
[Midousuji's usual sign isn't hanging on his front door. sometimes it's fun to give Ishigaki permission in a way that sounds like a command. especially when it's something Ishigaki wants, anyway.]
Make yourself at home~ Dinner will be ready soon.
[Midousuji laughs against his curled fingers. yes, he's been making asshole jokes about it since the start of the arrangement.]
no subject
empty.
good. pleasant. it’s nice. but wow, he’s loopy. Midousuji’s eyes widen, his gaze becoming especially unfocused. he doesn’t react right away when Ishigaki wipes his wounds with the antiseptic; it does sting, but it doesn’t register right off the bat. and when it does, he it’s still late. his eyes slowly pull back towards Ishigaki, observing in belated awe at his tender, characteristic caring.
how disgusting. after all that. of course. it’s Ishigaki.
when Ishigaki begins to clean up his collarbone and shoulder, Midousuji’s eyes narrow a little, and he sucks in his lower lip beneath the hood of his perfect row of upper teeth.
it’s good he’s too tired to be horny again.
Midousuji remains passive as Ishigaki wraps his neck. after all, Midousuji had told him to do it when they’d just got the weird, horny ball rolling—they both got away from that order. he tilts his neck this way and that, subtly, to accommodate Ishigaki’s dressing of the wound as needed.
Ishigaki’s eyes stick too long between his legs, though—and despite his exhaustion, eyes still half closed, Midousuji laughs—one long, thin leg suddenly swings sideways, and Midousuji bluntly shoves a hand downwards to spread himself apart, below where Ishigaki’s cum dries in and above the mound of his pubis. some of it frames his swollen majora labia.]
Mmm? Did you not get a good enough look?
[Midousuji rolls his fingers across the various folds and the resting nib of his spent clit, then he dips his fingers inside, noting how the entrance is a bit sore—and he draws out a long thread of the mess, spreading his fingers to display it, all threaded and stuck between his fingers.]
A bath is probably wise.
You made quite a mess out of me. Gross. How nasty.
[Midousuji’s eyes roll away, and his tongue cartoonishly, lonely curls around the mess sticking to his fingers.]
Can’t believe I let you get me so dirty. Ickygaki-kun contagious.
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[though Midousuji is hazy and a bit absent from his weakness, he manages to rasp out a laugh, expression curling at its every corner with a naughty amusement.]
But I just fed you, didn’t I? It’s only fair.
[Midousuji groggily watches as Ishigaki begins to draw the bath, his head rolling to one side as he blinks somewhat unevenly. to his question, Midousuji answers Ishigaki initially with a scoffing breath of a laugh. it’s obvious as to why he’s blaming Ishigaki! Ishigaki’s the one who drained Midousuji of all his fluids. sure, Midousuji enabled that—he should have put his foot down to tell Ishigaki to stop, but it felt good enough to die for.
it’s only because Midousuji’s a little delirious that he just smiles widely with narrow eyes, privately satisfied. it’s gross, and shameful—but he doesn’t have enough energy for anything besides smugness.
to Ishigaki’s question, Midousuji blinks, yanking his head back up to boggle at Ishigaki more clearly, seeming drawn out of his groggy self satisfaction.
is he?
Midousuji spreads his legs, hands perched atop his knees, and he looks between them with an exaggerated bend. one hand fishes between his thighs to curiously part things around, rolling his fingers over his spent clit again. he bites his lip a little; it does feel good… not too sensitive, anymore. he could definitely get there again. but,]
Not totally… Half-half, [Midousuji answers, then he stops touching his junk, and decides to just
collapse sideways in a graceless heap, like a sack of bones, hands curled near his face.
they smell like sex.
he hasn’t fainted, but he is silent and wide-eyed, just absently entertaining himself with watching Ishigaki. but you know, Midousuji’s prone to passing out with his eyes open…
he thinks about Ishigaki’s skin. it is strange, but he’s right; Ishigaki is paler than Midousuji, now. he remembers the warm olive tones of his skin when he was human, and how perfectly it suited him, really. just a good country boy. he’s pale, because without feeding, he has no blood…
thankfully, Midousuji speaks, giving Ishigaki indication he hasn’t just keeled over dead.]
Do you still jerk off?
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to Ishigaki’s first question, as Midousuji’s carefully set against the wall. his eyes fall closed, noticing that the coolness of the tile feels nice, since he’s still a bit over warm—but also stings cold at the same time, strangely, due to his lack of blood. his eyes open back up, like he’s just done a long blink, tilting his head slightly to face Ishigaki, expression still empty.]
Normally, it would be, [is Midousuji’s vague response. when Ishigaki’s hands stay clutched against Midousuji’s clammy shoulders, and then he goes off doing a rude neurotypical person thing like intense, sustained eye contact, Midousuji’s gaze falls away, and he lets his head flop sideways.]
What kind of question?
[Midousuji has no idea. his head feels full of soft static shock and fuzzy noise, but even if it wasn’t like that, he’s not sure if he could answer that. he could probably at least come up with a mean, witty clap back, but it doesn’t even occur to him at this time.]
Well, we just had sex, and even though it’s a gross question, we just did a super gross thing. So if I’m curious, why not ask? I just had your entire stupid penis inside of me.
[apparently Ishigaki’s dick is just his business now??? cheek still touching his shoulder, Midousuji’s eyes suddenly snap back towards Ishigaki, his mouth held open slightly before he goes into his follow up.]
My line of thinking was… [another thoughtful eye-roll—and Midousuji’s tongue sags back out of his mouth.] …without your own organic blood circulation, how do you even jerk off?
But you can do it normally… That’s lucky… [he means that with unintentional empathy, as she’s literally lost his mind not being able to jack off.] I was thinking maybe Ishigaki-kun learned how to get off playing with his butt. Advaaaanced. Too advanced, maybe…