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Temptation Heat: Unchain Me, Sister
Title: Temptation Heat: Unchain Me, Sister
Fandom: Mogeko Castle
Character(s): Shinya, Yonaka
Pairing(s): Shinya/Yonaka
Genre: Dark/Smut
Word Count: 970
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest
Summary: Shinya's thoughts, afterwards.
Notes: Why is there more of this.
At first, Shinya had planned to kill her, along with their parents. But as he stared down at what remained of the corpses he recalled the scent of Yonaka’s hair and realized: he could have her now. He could have her in exactly the way he always wanted, ever since he was old enough to know how a man loves a woman. No one would stop him.
Particularly not Yonaka.
She adores him, and he knows that means she’ll do whatever he says. After all, she let him get away with killing their parents. Oh, she pretends she doesn’t know, but he can tell by the way her eyes dart around the living room now and again, looking for specks of gore. It’s just as well, because if she ever came out with it he supposes he’d have to kill her. This is better.
They have sex. They have a lot of sex: against the wall (Yonaka struggling to support herself until she gives in and wraps her legs around his waist, trusting totally that he won’t drop her), in the shower (Yonaka moaning around him when he clenches his fingers in her hair, her mouth so present that the water running down his body is hardly noticeable in comparison), in their parents’ bedroom (Yonaka hesitant at first and by the end riding him hard, calling out his name and thinking of no one, needing no one but her beloved brother)...
They have sex, enough to try and make up for all the years when they couldn’t, when their longing looks were only looks and they both tried to lie to themselves about their feelings. If he could have pinned her down and claimed her then, without consequences, perhaps by now they would have calmed down.
Still, there are other things to do besides sex. Life goes on, for everyone.
She won’t go on trains any longer unless he’s there with her, even the most familiar routes, and she never lets go of his hand until they’ve arrived. He indulges her, like a good brother should. When he can’t come with her, she takes buses instead.
She still goes to school. Shinya would like to, to keep an eye on her, but food has to be paid for and money has to come from somewhere. Instead he searches for a job that doesn’t involve a degree or working with anyone until he finds something. It’s bare minimum pay, but that’s all it has to be: that’s easier than starvation or snapping at a coworker and having to clean up another mess.
He likes killing people, but he’s not going to be stupid about it.
School and work are necessary evils that keep them away from each other for part of the day. Even that is barely tolerable, so the moment they’re both home they rarely stray more than a room apart. If they go out, they go out together.
He prefers not to go out. There are too many people there, when Yonaka needs only him. It’s not that he thinks she would ever be unfaithful, but there are too many distractions.
She seems to understand that, too, because she takes her shower just after returning to the house. She’s a smart girl. When he doesn’t join her, he takes his after hers, and waits.
“Brother,” she says, sitting on his bed across from him. She’s wearing a nightgown. “I love you.”
He smiles. He always does. “I love you, too. How long have you loved me?”
“Since I was born,” she answers, without a moment of thought.
Not quite the answer he wanted. “How long have you wanted me?”
This she mulls over a bit. “I think I was… fourteen.”
“Late bloomer?” he asks, eyebrows raised.
She turns a light pink. He suspects she’d get mad at anyone else asking that question. “Probably, I don’t know. I-I hadn’t been... touching myself very long, at least not while thinking about sex. I didn’t really know any boys back then, so I...”
“...thought about me?” he asks. She blushes deeper red and nods. “Did I make you feel good?”
“Amazing,” she says, and then, apparently eager to get off the embarrassing subject of herself, “What about you?”
“I think you were fourteen,” says Shinya. “I heard you call my name once in your room-” She hides her face in her hands, and he can’t help but grin. “You were so cute, touching yourself and saying my name. I wanted to open the door all the way and help you.”
“You didn’t,” she says, muffled.
“No.” He’d been too scared of consequences back then. Not like now “I went back to my room and thought about what I’d do to you if I had, instead.”
“Did I make you feel good?” she asks, lifting her head a little. He nods. “Can you... show me what you thought about?”
“I don’t remember, exactly,” he says, with a small chuckle. “But it started like this.”
He kisses her lips, once for every time he’s thought of her since they were young and trapped by their parents and society. They’re free now.
She is soft, pure, lovely, and absolutely, completely his. She makes the most beautiful sounds when he leaves marks on her throat, and he knows later she’ll only barely try to hide them.
And he is hers, just as much. If anyone else should try to get between them, there would be an ‘accident’, and he knows Yonaka would understand.
This is as close as they can get to a world of only the two of them. If there were some place they could go and never see another human being again, he would carry her in his arms and take her there in an instant.
But for now, this will be enough.
Fandom: Mogeko Castle
Character(s): Shinya, Yonaka
Pairing(s): Shinya/Yonaka
Genre: Dark/Smut
Word Count: 970
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest
Summary: Shinya's thoughts, afterwards.
Notes: Why is there more of this.
At first, Shinya had planned to kill her, along with their parents. But as he stared down at what remained of the corpses he recalled the scent of Yonaka’s hair and realized: he could have her now. He could have her in exactly the way he always wanted, ever since he was old enough to know how a man loves a woman. No one would stop him.
Particularly not Yonaka.
She adores him, and he knows that means she’ll do whatever he says. After all, she let him get away with killing their parents. Oh, she pretends she doesn’t know, but he can tell by the way her eyes dart around the living room now and again, looking for specks of gore. It’s just as well, because if she ever came out with it he supposes he’d have to kill her. This is better.
They have sex. They have a lot of sex: against the wall (Yonaka struggling to support herself until she gives in and wraps her legs around his waist, trusting totally that he won’t drop her), in the shower (Yonaka moaning around him when he clenches his fingers in her hair, her mouth so present that the water running down his body is hardly noticeable in comparison), in their parents’ bedroom (Yonaka hesitant at first and by the end riding him hard, calling out his name and thinking of no one, needing no one but her beloved brother)...
They have sex, enough to try and make up for all the years when they couldn’t, when their longing looks were only looks and they both tried to lie to themselves about their feelings. If he could have pinned her down and claimed her then, without consequences, perhaps by now they would have calmed down.
Still, there are other things to do besides sex. Life goes on, for everyone.
She won’t go on trains any longer unless he’s there with her, even the most familiar routes, and she never lets go of his hand until they’ve arrived. He indulges her, like a good brother should. When he can’t come with her, she takes buses instead.
She still goes to school. Shinya would like to, to keep an eye on her, but food has to be paid for and money has to come from somewhere. Instead he searches for a job that doesn’t involve a degree or working with anyone until he finds something. It’s bare minimum pay, but that’s all it has to be: that’s easier than starvation or snapping at a coworker and having to clean up another mess.
He likes killing people, but he’s not going to be stupid about it.
School and work are necessary evils that keep them away from each other for part of the day. Even that is barely tolerable, so the moment they’re both home they rarely stray more than a room apart. If they go out, they go out together.
He prefers not to go out. There are too many people there, when Yonaka needs only him. It’s not that he thinks she would ever be unfaithful, but there are too many distractions.
She seems to understand that, too, because she takes her shower just after returning to the house. She’s a smart girl. When he doesn’t join her, he takes his after hers, and waits.
“Brother,” she says, sitting on his bed across from him. She’s wearing a nightgown. “I love you.”
He smiles. He always does. “I love you, too. How long have you loved me?”
“Since I was born,” she answers, without a moment of thought.
Not quite the answer he wanted. “How long have you wanted me?”
This she mulls over a bit. “I think I was… fourteen.”
“Late bloomer?” he asks, eyebrows raised.
She turns a light pink. He suspects she’d get mad at anyone else asking that question. “Probably, I don’t know. I-I hadn’t been... touching myself very long, at least not while thinking about sex. I didn’t really know any boys back then, so I...”
“...thought about me?” he asks. She blushes deeper red and nods. “Did I make you feel good?”
“Amazing,” she says, and then, apparently eager to get off the embarrassing subject of herself, “What about you?”
“I think you were fourteen,” says Shinya. “I heard you call my name once in your room-” She hides her face in her hands, and he can’t help but grin. “You were so cute, touching yourself and saying my name. I wanted to open the door all the way and help you.”
“You didn’t,” she says, muffled.
“No.” He’d been too scared of consequences back then. Not like now “I went back to my room and thought about what I’d do to you if I had, instead.”
“Did I make you feel good?” she asks, lifting her head a little. He nods. “Can you... show me what you thought about?”
“I don’t remember, exactly,” he says, with a small chuckle. “But it started like this.”
He kisses her lips, once for every time he’s thought of her since they were young and trapped by their parents and society. They’re free now.
She is soft, pure, lovely, and absolutely, completely his. She makes the most beautiful sounds when he leaves marks on her throat, and he knows later she’ll only barely try to hide them.
And he is hers, just as much. If anyone else should try to get between them, there would be an ‘accident’, and he knows Yonaka would understand.
This is as close as they can get to a world of only the two of them. If there were some place they could go and never see another human being again, he would carry her in his arms and take her there in an instant.
But for now, this will be enough.