[FIC] Amatsuki
Title: Unfamiliar Ground
Fandom: Amatsuki
Pairing: vines/Hiwa
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 742 words
Warnings: Non-con, tentacles.



Byakuroku had always warned him not to stray too far into this part of the woods. And, for the most part, Hiwa hadn't ever had any reason to disobey him. It wasn't exactly a pleasant sort of place, after all--it was filled with hanging vines and unsettling whispers. Even the ubiquitous minor ayakashi avoided the area.

And that was why Hiwa had finally gotten up the nerve to venture inside. He was tired of the jeering and malicious murmuring. Technically, he could have run to Byakuroku, who was off sunning himself in a nearby clearing, but that rankled his pride.

As he moved from tree to tree, a long vine caught him square in the face. Hiwa brushed it aside with an irritated growl and moved on. But just as he was about to land on the next branch, something caught him around the neck and tugged him sharply back--and up. It was the vine.

Hiwa clawed in a blind panic at the rope-like greenery slowly choking him. Before he could experience anything more than fear and shortness of breath, the pressure around his neck loosened slightly. More vines snaked around his wrists and ankles, effectively restraining him. All Hiwa could do was twist ineffectually in his hanging prison, his wings fluttering uselessly.

He thought somewhat desperately of a moth caught in a spider's web. Were the vines going to eat him? No, that was ridiculous--they were plants.

Another vine, thicker than the rest, approached him from the front. It seemed to regard him for a moment before slipping up the front of his shirt. The tapered tip of the vine flicked over, then curled around one of his nipples. Hiwa gave a start, squirming uncomfortably. "W-what the hell?!" he squawked.

He immediately regretted finding his voice. A moment later, he found himself choking on another of the thick vines, effectively gagging him. All he could do was give a muffled cry as another vine--how may were there?!--slithered down one leg of his pants, giving a sharp upward tug and ripping them off.

The cool air was uncomfortable on his bare skin, and Hiwa shivered. That was when the vine that had disposed of his pants suddenly dragged over his exposed cock. This sent a shudder through his body, which was apparently all the encouragement the vine needed to wrap around it. The surface of the vine was smooth and cool on his skin.

"Stop it!" Hiwa tried to shout, but the vine forcing his jaws apart prevented any intelligible words from coming out. "Stop it, stop it, stop it!"

But the vine didn't stop. It squeezed his cock almost painfully hard before loosening the coils, only to repeat the action again and again. A clear, viscous liquid was leaking from the vine, lubricating its movements. The sensation it sent through Hiwa's body was one of pleasure, as much as the thought made his skin crawl. That conflict of feelings was enough to temporarily distract him from noticing one of the tapered vines, also leaking the strange liquid, sliding over his ass. Nothing could keep him from realizing it when the vine slowly began to ease the tip inside him, however.

Hiwa shouted again, then screamed, twisting the best he could. But it was no use. The vine just kept sliding further and further inside, growing in thickness as it did. It was uncomfortable, it was awful, and the vine on his cock wouldn't stop moving. He screamed over and over again, but all it did was make him hoarse. And the pleasurable feeling didn't go away. It built as the vine thrust inside him, flicking against a spot inside him that made his whole body spasm, as the other one twisted around his cock. He felt impossibly filled, his mouth and ass forced open.

After what felt like an eternity, his body jerked and twitched and he gave a hoarse cry as he came. But the vines still didn't withdraw. When Hiwa felt hot liquid on his cheeks, he told himself that he absolutely wasn't crying. And when some indefinite period of time later he heard an angry hiss and cool, familiar arms pulling him from the vines' grasp, he unashamedly clung to Byakuroku.

Clawed fingers stroked his hair. "Oh, Hiwa. Hiwa, I warned you-- are you all right? My little bird..."

Hiwa just buried his face in Byakuroku's shoulder.