Harem!Soma (Cross-posted from Bake-off)
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*(I edited out Ciel & all the text... ;p)Title: Soma’s Dance of Love
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Author: kira
Chars/Pairs: Soma, Agni
Genres: romance
Warnings: none
Word Count: 666
Summary: Soma dances for his beloved Agni’s pleasure…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta, Jen, for all her help in editing this.
Author’s note 2: This was also inspired by the recent cover art for chapter 74 of the manga, featuring Soma and Ciel in Indian dress.
Author’s note 3: A tikka is a hair ornament worn by Indian women. It consists of a jeweled medallion hanging from a single jeweled strand.
Author’s note 4: this was originally written for both Fanfic Bake-off’s Treat prompt and Hentai Contest’s Lust prompt
Soma was bored, and opening the door to his wardrobe, he looked inside. Since it was too hot to do much more than sleep, he decided to change into something more comfortable and take a nap. Something caught his eye. It was a carved wooden box, like the kind found in the marketplace back home. He picked it up, all thoughts of his nap gone from his head.
Taking the box over to the bed, he sat down and opened it. Inside were various bundles of colorful silk. Soma picked one at random and carefully opened it. Inside was a beautiful gold and pearl headpiece with a large oval diamond tikka that Soma had commissioned especially for Meena. It looked like headpieces dancers would wear, but to Soma it looked like something worthy of a princess. He set it aside and took out another bundle, revealing a gold kamarband made by an artisan from the southern part of India. The rest of bundles had various bits of jewelry in them. Soma sighed softly. He never had a chance to present Meena with the box, back when he was sure they had a future together. When they finally met up, she told him off and Agni later confirmed that she really was married to the English lord.
Soma started packing up the jewelry, when an idea popped in his head. He recalled how much Agni had liked it when he dressed like the boy from the brothel in nothing but jewelry. Instead of prancing around naked, Soma decided to give him a treat and dress like a nautch girl for his beloved khansama’s pleasure. Wrapping a shawl around his hips, Soma held it place with the kamarband. He adorned himself with the rest of the jewelry, from bangles to anklets, topping the whole thing off with the headpiece. He stood admiring himself in the wardrobe’s mirror, a tiny smirk pulling the corner of his mouth upwards, as he liked what he saw. Grabbing the huge red silk dupatta scarf, he left the room, the tiny bells on his anklets twinkling as he walked out of his room and down the stairs to the kitchen.
Hearing his approach, Agni looked up from the vegetables he was rinsing and smiled. His beloved prince glided into the kitchen, trailing the dupatta behind him. With the grace of a nautch dancer, Soma swayed his hips and moved his arms in an exotic amalgamation of all the dances he had ever seen. Agni was sure he had thrown in some English steps for good measure too, fanning the flames of lust in his heart. “You look… beautiful, my prince,” he said softly, his voice low and husky as Soma danced closer to him.
Soma held the red dupatta up behind him, like cloud of gossamer crimson, as he twirled and Agni wanted to catch hold of it. The soft beat of his footsteps and twinkling of the bells on his anklets as his beloved danced had Agni mesmerized. He followed every movement, every shimmy, curve, dip, and grind of those supple hips until he was hard with desire for his prince.
Looking coyly up at him, Soma whirled away from his beloved in a cloud of silk. He wanted Agni and he wanted him now, in spite of the heat or maybe because of it. So he led himfrom the kitchen and up the stairs. His beloved khansama caught him at the top of the stairs, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close. Before he knew it, Soma was on his bed, not that he minded. He could not think of a better way to spend the afternoon sharing kama with Agni, who was happily obliging him. Heated kisses, impassioned touches, the twinkling of bells and fumbling with unwanted clothing, their sharing of kama was marked by unbridled lust and a tangle of limbs. As the afternoon wore on, it mellowed into soft words of love as they cuddled together.
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Date: 2012-10-23 02:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-23 02:15 am (UTC)Enjoy! (It's not as long as I'd like, but I had a pesky word count to deal with. XD)
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Date: 2012-10-24 02:27 am (UTC)The headpiece he's got on is a Mahkoot, the tikka can be worn without it. (Brides always wear a tikka.)I was going to have him tie a lungi around hsi waist, but a shawl also works, especially since a lungi is generally sewn in a tube. And without seeing the bottom to see exactly what it is, I erred on the side of more masculine clothing, especially since that's what he's have in his wardrobe. ;p
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Date: 2012-10-28 02:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-28 02:55 am (UTC)I wish I could take credit for the pic, but that was just a quick edit form the cover of this month's issue. XD It was very inspiring though... ;p