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So I wrote fic.
Title: Cornered
Fandom: Saiyuki
Rating: hard R/NC-17 for lesbo porn
Summary: Goku/Nataku AU. Genderswitching.
A/N: I'm a bad, bad person.
A girl is digging in the trash at the corner of the street. The look on her face is hungry, hungry, hungry. Natasha knows that look. "Hey," she says. "I got some fresh food, if you want it."
The girl turns to look at her, wide eyed and innocent. "Don't have any money."
"It's okay. It's free. I have extra."
"Nobody's got extra anything here."
"Well, I guess that makes me a somebody."
She hands the girl an apple, and the girl jams so much of it in her mouth at once that, for a moment, Natasha's sure she's going to swallow it whole. The crunch when she does bite down is strangely loud in Natasha's ears. "What's your name?"
"Gliss."
"Hi, Gliss. I'm Natasha."
Gliss likes talking. She likes talking almost as much as she likes eating. Less than a minute after inhaling half of Natasha's food, she launches into her life story, starting from the very beginning. "Daddy found me when I was a baby," she says. "Found me in this fissure of rock right off the beach. No clothes, no blanket, no anything. He said I was the quietest baby he ever met. He said that changed fast, though. He was a concert pianist. Named me Glissando. It's a musical term. I looked it up when I was nine. It means a rapid slide through a series of tones in a scalelike passage. He said they were my favorite when I was a baby and he'd play in front of me."
Gliss frowned.
"He died. He died about two years ago in a car crash. I was eleven. They tried to put me in social services, but I got out. They tried to go after me but I was too fast for them. I'm fast and I'm strong. I'd scare daddy sometimes when I ran off and he couldn't catch up with me. Or when I'd break things. I was so clumsy! I'm not clumsy now, though. And I could always find my way back, even when he thought I was lost. I just followed my nose. Daddy said I was like a regular bloodhound."
Gliss grins all of a sudden. "I like the way you smell. I like the way you look, too. You're really pretty. Your skin's all pale like computer paper and your hair is so white! Your eyes are gray, like the shadows the black keys make on the white keys. I miss having a piano around. And a computer. Daddy let me play on his computer."
Natasha sits down next to Gliss. Their bare knees knock against each other, all bony and hard corners. "I'm strong and I'm fast too," she says. "I ran away when I was little. My father was...my father was a bad man. He...I had to make money for him. On the streets. When I was eleven. You shouldn't do those things to a girl when she's eleven."
What things? Gliss doesn't ask.
"I ran away. And I was strong. And my father couldn't stop me."
Is he dead like mine? Gliss doesn't ask.
"Can I stay with you?"
Natasha smiles softly. "Sure. We'll be sisters."
Natasha's place is a one bedroom hovel with a minifridge, a microwave, and a sink. There's a latrine around the corner and down a block. The fridge is mostly empty because she can't afford to keep it on all the time, and only turns it on to use as a reverse-microwave. There's a cot and an overturned cardboard box that functions as a bedside table. There are three boxes of condoms on top of that. Natasha buys in bulk.
Natasha is a whore, Gliss realizes. That's how she pays for things. Gliss frowns. Natasha's daddy must have been a very, very bad man.
Gliss feels sad. "Next time," she says, "I'll buy the food."
"But you don't have money."
"I can work for it, same as you."
"You're too young," she says. "You're only thirteen."
"When will I be old enough?"
Never, Natasha doesn't say.
"When you're eighteen. You can get a better job than this."
"That's too long." Gliss says. "Sisters stand up for each other," Gliss says. "How about in a year?"
"Three"
"Two."
It's a deal.
Gliss grows up fast. A year and a half and she looks as old as Natasha, who's retained most of her girlish slimness. Gliss has curves. "You're sexy," Natasha tells her. "That makes you powerful. Use it." Two years, and it's time. Gliss squeezes herself into one of Natasha's lacy bras and micro-miniskirts and finds herself a corner. She's fifteen and a half, now. She's old enough to work. The first guy tells her to go home and grow up. The second guy smells funny. She doesn't like him. He doesn't like being told no.
He pulls a gun, but he's slow, slow, slow. Gliss hits him hard, knocking him unconscious, then grabs the gun and mangles it beyond use with her bare hands. She moves to another corner, half a mile a way. If he comes after her she can run away. If that doesn't work, she can kill him. She's fast. She's strong.
The third guy smells alright. Not great. Not horrible. He unzips his pants. Gliss tries to remember what Natasha told her. She covers her teeth with her lips and swallows him down. It's weird. He's getting all sweaty and red under his business suit and tie. It's almost funny. A giggle vibrates down the back of her throat and suddenly he's coming. She coughs a little, but swallows most of it down. Salty. Weird. Funny. He tries to leave without paying. She climbs into his lap and grabs him by the neck, holding him down while she fishes for his wallet. He's hard again by the time she finds it. Must get off on violent women.
Three-hundred cash. Nice.
She'll make the next guy pay upfront.
She goes home and slaps the money down in front of Natasha, a wide grin on her face. "I did good," she says.
Natasha looks down at the bills, then up up to Gliss, smiling. "You did real good."
Natasha goes out to get more condoms at the twenty-four hour gas station. Gliss walks towards the sink, gargles with mouthwash, then brushes her teeth. She goes to lock the front door, then lies down on the cot she shares with Natasha. He liked it. That guy. Having her mouth there. She decides to try something, and bends her spine like a contortionist until her face is between her legs, straining her neck and reaching out with her tongue for a long, sliding lick.
Natasha bursts in through the door twenty minutes later to see Gliss lax and grinning on her bedsheets, skin aglow. Her hair is a mussed brown halo. Her eyes are heavy lidded. The look on her face is hungry, hungry, hungry. She beckons Natasha over. Natasha joins her on the cot, only to find herself on her back getting her tanktop shoved up and jeans pulled down and off. A soft tongue flicks over her nipples, then slides down her trembling stomach. "Gliss, this isn't..."
Fingers tug at her underwear, rip it, discard it. Gliss is. Oh, God.
Oh, God.
Gliss is pressing her lips there sliding her tongue soft and thick between Natasha's legs and just. Just fucking tasting her. She tangles her hands in Gliss' hair, fingers white against the soft brown strands, and clenches. Hard enough to hurt. Hard enough to stop anyone else but Gliss doesn't stop. Gliss just keeps going, moaning into it, wanting it.
Wanting it.
Natasha looks down through an unfocused haze to see Gliss' arm tucked down between her own legs and rubbing back and forth, back and forth in tandem with her tongue. Gliss' other hand is digging into the pale skin of Natasha's hip, bruising. The curve of her back is soft and trembling and her eyes. Her eyes. They're wide and sharp, glowing bright yellow and dangerous, like she'd just as soon eat out Natasha as just plain eat her.
Natasha comes whimpering into the sweaty bedsheets, white hair plastered to her forehead, breath coming thin and reedy, two bright spots of red on her eternally pale face. Pretty.
Gliss crawls up the makeshift bed to pillow her head on Natasha's shoulder and kiss her softly on the cheek. "You're the best sister ever," she whispers.
Natasha smiles.
So I wrote fic.
Title: Cornered
Fandom: Saiyuki
Rating: hard R/NC-17 for lesbo porn
Summary: Goku/Nataku AU. Genderswitching.
A/N: I'm a bad, bad person.
A girl is digging in the trash at the corner of the street. The look on her face is hungry, hungry, hungry. Natasha knows that look. "Hey," she says. "I got some fresh food, if you want it."
The girl turns to look at her, wide eyed and innocent. "Don't have any money."
"It's okay. It's free. I have extra."
"Nobody's got extra anything here."
"Well, I guess that makes me a somebody."
She hands the girl an apple, and the girl jams so much of it in her mouth at once that, for a moment, Natasha's sure she's going to swallow it whole. The crunch when she does bite down is strangely loud in Natasha's ears. "What's your name?"
"Gliss."
"Hi, Gliss. I'm Natasha."
Gliss likes talking. She likes talking almost as much as she likes eating. Less than a minute after inhaling half of Natasha's food, she launches into her life story, starting from the very beginning. "Daddy found me when I was a baby," she says. "Found me in this fissure of rock right off the beach. No clothes, no blanket, no anything. He said I was the quietest baby he ever met. He said that changed fast, though. He was a concert pianist. Named me Glissando. It's a musical term. I looked it up when I was nine. It means a rapid slide through a series of tones in a scalelike passage. He said they were my favorite when I was a baby and he'd play in front of me."
Gliss frowned.
"He died. He died about two years ago in a car crash. I was eleven. They tried to put me in social services, but I got out. They tried to go after me but I was too fast for them. I'm fast and I'm strong. I'd scare daddy sometimes when I ran off and he couldn't catch up with me. Or when I'd break things. I was so clumsy! I'm not clumsy now, though. And I could always find my way back, even when he thought I was lost. I just followed my nose. Daddy said I was like a regular bloodhound."
Gliss grins all of a sudden. "I like the way you smell. I like the way you look, too. You're really pretty. Your skin's all pale like computer paper and your hair is so white! Your eyes are gray, like the shadows the black keys make on the white keys. I miss having a piano around. And a computer. Daddy let me play on his computer."
Natasha sits down next to Gliss. Their bare knees knock against each other, all bony and hard corners. "I'm strong and I'm fast too," she says. "I ran away when I was little. My father was...my father was a bad man. He...I had to make money for him. On the streets. When I was eleven. You shouldn't do those things to a girl when she's eleven."
What things? Gliss doesn't ask.
"I ran away. And I was strong. And my father couldn't stop me."
Is he dead like mine? Gliss doesn't ask.
"Can I stay with you?"
Natasha smiles softly. "Sure. We'll be sisters."
Natasha's place is a one bedroom hovel with a minifridge, a microwave, and a sink. There's a latrine around the corner and down a block. The fridge is mostly empty because she can't afford to keep it on all the time, and only turns it on to use as a reverse-microwave. There's a cot and an overturned cardboard box that functions as a bedside table. There are three boxes of condoms on top of that. Natasha buys in bulk.
Natasha is a whore, Gliss realizes. That's how she pays for things. Gliss frowns. Natasha's daddy must have been a very, very bad man.
Gliss feels sad. "Next time," she says, "I'll buy the food."
"But you don't have money."
"I can work for it, same as you."
"You're too young," she says. "You're only thirteen."
"When will I be old enough?"
Never, Natasha doesn't say.
"When you're eighteen. You can get a better job than this."
"That's too long." Gliss says. "Sisters stand up for each other," Gliss says. "How about in a year?"
"Three"
"Two."
It's a deal.
Gliss grows up fast. A year and a half and she looks as old as Natasha, who's retained most of her girlish slimness. Gliss has curves. "You're sexy," Natasha tells her. "That makes you powerful. Use it." Two years, and it's time. Gliss squeezes herself into one of Natasha's lacy bras and micro-miniskirts and finds herself a corner. She's fifteen and a half, now. She's old enough to work. The first guy tells her to go home and grow up. The second guy smells funny. She doesn't like him. He doesn't like being told no.
He pulls a gun, but he's slow, slow, slow. Gliss hits him hard, knocking him unconscious, then grabs the gun and mangles it beyond use with her bare hands. She moves to another corner, half a mile a way. If he comes after her she can run away. If that doesn't work, she can kill him. She's fast. She's strong.
The third guy smells alright. Not great. Not horrible. He unzips his pants. Gliss tries to remember what Natasha told her. She covers her teeth with her lips and swallows him down. It's weird. He's getting all sweaty and red under his business suit and tie. It's almost funny. A giggle vibrates down the back of her throat and suddenly he's coming. She coughs a little, but swallows most of it down. Salty. Weird. Funny. He tries to leave without paying. She climbs into his lap and grabs him by the neck, holding him down while she fishes for his wallet. He's hard again by the time she finds it. Must get off on violent women.
Three-hundred cash. Nice.
She'll make the next guy pay upfront.
She goes home and slaps the money down in front of Natasha, a wide grin on her face. "I did good," she says.
Natasha looks down at the bills, then up up to Gliss, smiling. "You did real good."
Natasha goes out to get more condoms at the twenty-four hour gas station. Gliss walks towards the sink, gargles with mouthwash, then brushes her teeth. She goes to lock the front door, then lies down on the cot she shares with Natasha. He liked it. That guy. Having her mouth there. She decides to try something, and bends her spine like a contortionist until her face is between her legs, straining her neck and reaching out with her tongue for a long, sliding lick.
Natasha bursts in through the door twenty minutes later to see Gliss lax and grinning on her bedsheets, skin aglow. Her hair is a mussed brown halo. Her eyes are heavy lidded. The look on her face is hungry, hungry, hungry. She beckons Natasha over. Natasha joins her on the cot, only to find herself on her back getting her tanktop shoved up and jeans pulled down and off. A soft tongue flicks over her nipples, then slides down her trembling stomach. "Gliss, this isn't..."
Fingers tug at her underwear, rip it, discard it. Gliss is. Oh, God.
Oh, God.
Gliss is pressing her lips there sliding her tongue soft and thick between Natasha's legs and just. Just fucking tasting her. She tangles her hands in Gliss' hair, fingers white against the soft brown strands, and clenches. Hard enough to hurt. Hard enough to stop anyone else but Gliss doesn't stop. Gliss just keeps going, moaning into it, wanting it.
Wanting it.
Natasha looks down through an unfocused haze to see Gliss' arm tucked down between her own legs and rubbing back and forth, back and forth in tandem with her tongue. Gliss' other hand is digging into the pale skin of Natasha's hip, bruising. The curve of her back is soft and trembling and her eyes. Her eyes. They're wide and sharp, glowing bright yellow and dangerous, like she'd just as soon eat out Natasha as just plain eat her.
Natasha comes whimpering into the sweaty bedsheets, white hair plastered to her forehead, breath coming thin and reedy, two bright spots of red on her eternally pale face. Pretty.
Gliss crawls up the makeshift bed to pillow her head on Natasha's shoulder and kiss her softly on the cheek. "You're the best sister ever," she whispers.
Natasha smiles.
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Date: 2005-07-07 01:49 am (UTC)Wrong... but good in a way... hot, kinda... and sad, but still wrong... a bit? ^^;; Excuse me, my brain hasn't decided just yet.
"Gliss grins all of a sudden. "I like the way you smell. I like the way you look, too. You're really pretty. Your skin's all pale like computer paper and your hair is so white! Your eyes are gray, like the shadows the black keys make on the white keys. I miss having a piano around. And a computer. Daddy let me play on his computer."
I like how Gliss is such an enthusiast, speaking her mind in rapid succession without seeming to give it much thought. They make pretty sisters by destiny. :) And you surely picked an interesting name. *chuckles* (We've got a hair product called "Gliss-Kur", and the main model has thick, rich brown locks)
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Date: 2005-07-07 05:26 am (UTC)Goku always has that strangely childlike, yet strangely mature thing going on. I tried to translate that to Gliss using the rapid excited speechform of a little kid, but having the vocabulary of a young teen.
I'm glad you liked the names. Don't really know where Gliss came from, but I liked it so I kept it.
*chuckles* (We've got a hair product called "Gliss-Kur", and the main model has thick, rich brown locks)
Hee! What an interesting coincidence.
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Date: 2005-07-07 03:05 am (UTC)I have to admit that I read this purely for that reason. I love yuri and am so sad that Saiyuki lacks it in the fandom. ;_;
But..! You're story was refreshing, and I enjoyed it muchly. I also found the name choices to be interesting ones. When I saw "Natasha" I just smirked.
Well done. ^^
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Date: 2005-07-07 05:23 am (UTC)Perhaps I'll start a trend.
XD
I'm glad you liked it! I basically got the idea when thinking -- hey! How come Gojyo's always the one who gets turned into a girl or a hooker?
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Date: 2005-07-07 04:33 pm (UTC)Now I feel inspired. I don't think that I'm going to write hookers, but yuri? Perhaps I should give it a shot. < 3