June 17 - August 13 

DEDICATION: For Jaana, Kathy and my beloved Toki-chan who made 
me love this pairing. Also, for the secret hentai Mafia that 
is the Demoness Circle. Also for Pluto, one of my oldest 
online friends, who introduced me to RK in the first place. 
Here's something to add to your archive love! 

DISCLAIMER: I'm doing evil, dirty things to Watsuki-sama's 
creations. But if he didn't mean for us to steal his bishounen 
and make them do evil, dirty things, he wouldn't have made 
them so delicious, ne? Don't sue me, I'm poor! You can have my 
car! (And the payments too! O_o;) 

WARNING: Read at your own risk. I suggest you leave this one 
alone unless you know exactly what you're getting into. It 
contains alot of kink, and probably stuff many find 
unpleasant. More bluntly: Two guys fucking.  Bondage. Still 
with me? 

Author: KAGE (Kage@nabiki.com)
Title: Power Exchange 
Archive: Meimi, Pluto, and Toki; anyone else, ask first. 
Type: PWP (Plot? What Plot?) 
Pairing: Saitou and Sano 
Spoilers: A Bit of Kyoto Arc- Ep 26-28 
  
  


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         Innocent child, how you thought you knew me... 
         Understood my ways, my dark needs. 
         The hunt is not the thrill I'm after. 
         The kill, the conquest, to be your master. 

                    --The Bondage Song-- 
                    London After Midnight 
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                      Power Exchange



     "Uhhh..." Sano moaned. His wrists hurt. Something bound 
them above his head roughly. The last thing he could remember 
was smashing a sake jug over someone's head, and being hauled 
off by the police. He'd been locked away to sober up. That was 
when he'd passed out. 

     But where was he now? The walls were bare and 
nondescript, still blurry to his unfocused, hung-over eyes. A 
desk sat against the wall and under a window, of which the 
shades were drawn. No sunlight passed though the thin slats, 
testament to a late hour. An old couch sat against the 
opposite wall, a small side table next to it. A lantern 
perched there, it's dim light cast many shadows in the large 
room.  

     Slowly he became aware of the soft noise of bare feet as 
they padded quietly across polished wood. Sano's vision 
blurred out for a moment, and refocused on the new figure 
before him. The tall, lean and yet muscular body was familiar 
to him. It was clothed in black, had black hair, and was 
distinctly male. It was not untill his eyes reached the other 
person's hansome angular face, and focused on the softly 
glowing golden-amber eyes that his captor's identity became 
apparent. 

     "I see you're coming to, ahou. You've been asleep for 
quite awhile now." 

     "Saitou." He slurred thickly as his eyes unfocused and 
refocused on the seemingly remote figure. "Why am I hanging 
from the ceiling?" 

     Saitou's face remained blank as he replied simply, 
"Because I wanted you there." The taller man moved around his 
helplessly exposed body to stand behind him. Something thin 
and hard ran over the bare skin on the back of his thigh... 
Bare skin? What had happened to his clothes? Obviously they 
had been removed, but why? 

     The deep fog that covered his brain seemed to clear away 
in an eyeblink's space of time. He lifted his chin to see what 
material bound his wrists, his head jerking when it came in 
contact with a stiff barier. Something held his head firmly 
level, and there was no dislodging it. 

     A sharp smack sounded against the tender skin of his 
inner thigh, a searing pain tearing through the tender skin. 
Distantly, he heard himself cry out at the pain. It was almost 
like the person crying out was someone else. "Don't bother 
struggling; the chain attached to your shackles is iron. You 
cannot move your head because there is a leather brace 
preventing it." 

     Saitou circled around him again, his eyes narrowed in 
something other then his usual calculating stare. A thin crop 
of black leather touched his chin, ordering Sano to look at 
him as he spoke.  

      "I shall tell you the rules of the game." Saitou began, 
"You will speak only when commanded to; and even in this you 
will answer only 'Yes, Master' or 'No Master'. Not a single 
noise will come from you through open lips. If you can not 
obey, I will gag you. I will let you down, and you will not 
struggle. You will remain kneeling, your hands behind your 
neck, unless I tell you to move. If not, I will blindfold you 
as well."  

     Sano could only blink, bewilderment running a merry race 
through his brain at the commands issued. Saitou moved 
silently behind him, his hard cloth-covered body a strange 
contrast against his own naked skin. He was jerked around a 
bit as the leather shackles were unbuckled, and he fell the 
remaining distance to the hard floor. In the few seconds it 
took for him to fall and regain some of his balance, the crop 
whistled through the air, leaving his thigh stinging again.  

     "Kneel." 

     His body complied before his mind had a chance to rebel, 
and he found himself kneeling, exactly as Saitou had 
commanded, with his hands resting at the nape of his neck. He 
lowered his eyes as much as the stiff collar would allow. 

     Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Saitou nod. "Perhaps 
you can be taught after all." Instinct and pride mixed with 
fear and  screamed for him to escape, although something -
else- wished to stay exactly where he was. Something about 
this made his manhood burn against his stinging thigh. It made 
his face flame to admit it, but he had always tried to be 
honest with himself. Saitou was both stronger and faster. An 
escape, although possible, could not be affected easily, and 
even if he did manage, he was sure Saitou would find him 
again. 

    And besides- it had become painfully obvious that he could 
never impress Saitou in any of the other ways he had tried. 
Everytime, he'd fallen embarrassingly short of his goal, and 
simply ended up with the enigmatic older man chuckling to 
himself, cigarette dangling from a frustratingly wide grin. 

    Why he felt the need to impress Saitou in the first place 
was also complete mystery to him. He'd never allowed his brain 
to delve too deeply where that was concerned. Perhaps it was a 
matter of masculine pride that kept him here- he'd failed in 
every other attempt. He wanted desperately to suceed now. 

    "Are you afraid?" Saitou's words broke him from his 
thoughts. Try as he might, he detected nothing malicious in 
the simple statement, only honest curiosity. 

    "Yes, master." He whispered, his face unbearably flushed.  

    Saitou only nodded, his face unreadable. He offered no 
tender words of ecouragement, and Sano cursed his weakness for 
hoping for them. Saitou seemed to ponder this reply for a 
moment, before he turned his attention back. "Stand." 

     Sano got to his feet quickly in spite of the fact that 
his legs were stiff from kneeling. His hands remained solidly 
behind his head; he feared if he moved them, even for 
balance's sake, that wicked leather crop would come down on 
his thighs again. 

     Only Saitou's slow smile gave any hint to the meaning as 
he spoke again. "It's time to decorate you." That frustrating 
vague statement ate like acid at his brain. Saitou moved away 
from him then, and opened a drawer in his desk. He layed 
several objects on the desk's organized, immaculate surface; 
most were completely unidentifiable to him. There was a wad of 
leather straps, and various other frightening looking objects 
at whose purpose he could only begin to guess.  

    Saitou sorted through the various bits of leather, each 
item handled with the care of favorite toys. He finally choose 
a few in particular. The fear that had begun to swim through 
his gut intensified as Saitou made his way back towards him, 
the choosen items in hand, a grin that spoke of things to come 
gracing his angular features. 

    Saitou ran one hand delicately down Sano's chest, the 
gesture somehow soothing. Something inside him twisted 
strangely when in another frightenly graceful movement, Saitou 
sank to his knees before him. His free hand glided to rest at 
his hip, the other hand still holding whatever it was that he 
had choosen. 

    He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but shock almost 
eveloped any feeling of pleasure when Saitou took his 
partially erect manhood in his mouth. Thin, warm lips glided 
over his most sentive skin with a precisness that frightened 
him, even as his eyes rolled back in his head and dark lashes 
fluttered as his eyelids fell closed.  

     Time stood painful still as gliding motions and 
strategically placed licks brought him fully erect. He moaned 
in protest when Saitou pulled away, earning him a stinging 
slap to the thigh. "Open your mouth again, and I'll stuff it 
with a gag." This was spoken harshly, making his failure all 
the more painful. The hand still stroking him didn't help the 
tears that had begun to threaten. He blinked them away quickly 
when he realized with growing trepidation that he was about to 
learn exactly what it was the leather contraption Saitou still 
held was for. 

    Sano now saw that it consisted of several thin leather 
straps. The first was buckled securely around the top of his 
testicles stretching them down, and away from his body, while 
the second strap was designed to separate the two organs. He 
bit down on the inside of his cheek when a small lead weight 
was attached to a ring at the bottom. To his ever increasing 
horror, yet another much thinner buckling leather strap was 
secured around the very base of his erection, and pulled 
almost unbearably tight, stopping any possibly relieving blood 
flow. All of this was done quickly and effeciently, with the 
ease of much practice. 

     "Kneel down." He dropped instantly to his knees again, 
tears smarting behind his eyelids. Why hadn't he tried to 
escape? This was so far beyond any humiliation he'd ever had 
to endure before that it was incomprehensible. But then, what 
was this warm coiling sensation in his loins? Why did he feel 
himself harden inexplicably more?  

     The stiff leather brace prevented him from truly looking 
away from Saitou, even if his eyes were lowered. Something 
primal flashed in those glowing amber-yellow orbs at his 
frantic blushing. 

     It was strange- his feet and hands were still free, but 
he was more a prisoner now then he could have ever imagined. 
It wasn't just the almost painful pressure applied to one of 
the most sensitive areas of his body, but the fact that his 
utter humiliation was so very much on display for another 
being's pleasure... and that that being was Saitou... The 
tears that had been threatening trailed slowly down his 
flushed cheeks in a glistening silver streams. 

     An iron-strong, sword callused hand took his chin between 
frighteningly gentle fingers, nudging him to lift his eyes. 
Meeting Saitou's gleaming gaze was the most difficult thing 
that had been asked of him yet. Even the willing bondage- 
allowing him the choice to submit and enjoy, or to rebel and 
truely suffer- was not so difficult as to look into that 
knowing stare. 

     He was not prepared for the approval he read there; it 
made his innards quiver. It was this that he had always wanted 
from Saitou, although it couldn't have come in a more 
unexpected form. He must have relaxed visibly, because Saitou 
leaned forward, making his body tense up all over again. 

     This time, those thin, deliciously warm lips closed 
around one stiffened nipple, drawing on it deeply, and sending 
spirals of feeling down to his already painfully engorged 
erection. As quickly as he'd attacked the first, Saitou moved 
to the second, giving it the same attention.  

     No longer allowing his humiliation to be a barrier, Sano 
blatantly whimpered, this time remembering to keep his lips 
firmly shut. The feeling that was produced was -almost- enough 
to drown out the painful and ever growing pressure building in 
him. Almost, but not quite. The blending of the two sensations 
was more at once then his nerves could easily handle. 

     Saitou again withdrew, and as before used the pleasure 
he'd given to cover the fact he was going to add yet more 
'decorations' to his body. This time it was two small metal 
clamps, hinged so they could be closed at any width Saitou 
desired. The clamps were linked together with a delicate but 
sturdy chain. They snapped closed around his nipples with a 
sharp twinge. Just when Sano thought it couldn't get any 
worse, two weights similar to the one currently dangling from 
his testicles, only smaller, were hooked into the  first link 
in the chain just below the clamps themselves, causing his 
sensitized nipples to twist painfully. 

     This was truly more then he could bear. He wept openly 
now, as silently as possible, his lithe body wracked with 
shivers. This time when the strong yet gentle fingers touched 
his face, Saitou's gaze in search of his own, he refused. He 
squeezed his eyes shut as tightly as he could manage, the 
tears continuing to flow freely down his flushed cheeks. 

     Those fingers did not force the issue- they merely moved 
to the sensitive skin directly above the collar and below his 
chin, gliding softly, creating that strange contrast of 
feeling once again. The sudden pressure and then release at 
his neck told him the collar was being removed. 

     For everything removed something had been added- his 
shackles undone, for the evil leather at his sex, and now the 
collar for the painful twisting at his nipples. Deep inside 
him, in light of what was happening, Sano already sensed a 
change in himself- his tolerance had increased. For pain and 
humiliation, and for pleasure and pride. 

     Even still, there was adjusting left to do; currently the 
pain far overrode any other feelings present. He continued to 
weep tears of humiliation and fear. Saitou's strong fingers 
caressed his neck again, and for the first time since the game 
began, Saitou actually asked him a true question. 

     "May I kiss you?" The deep velvet rumble tickled his ear, 
and Sano's eyes flew open in surprise. He was asking 
permission? For some reason, that gesture was strangely 
comforting to him. Perhaps that was Saitou's way of bringing 
balance to his torment. 

     Bewildered and wide-eyed, Sano could only nod his assent. 
Any gestures of tenderness would make everything better at 
this point. Slowly, the sinewy older man touched his lips to 
his own, gently drawing on Sano's lower lip. Sano allowed his 
lips to part- he wasn't sure if any attempt made to return the 
kiss would be taken as rebellion, so he openly submitted 
instead.  

     Seconds later, Saitou pulled away from him, his eyes 
narrowed. "You have something you'd like to ask. You may 
speak." 

     "May I...? Sano's question trailed off, and he flushed to 
the roots of his hair.  

     Realizing his dilemma, a tiny smile quirked the corner of 
Saitou usually harsh mouth. "Yes. I was the one asking 
permissions of you, not the other way around."  

     This time when Saitou bent to kiss him, Sano met him 
halfway. This time, he held nothing back, trying to 
communicate everything he felt to the older man. He suddenly 
felt so close to him; someone whom had seemed so far removed, 
more cold and remote then the Himalayas. Someone to be desired 
from afar, but much too dangerous to approach... 

     "Touch me." Saitou demanded his voice a rough purr, his 
teeth still firmly attached to Sano's lower lip.  

     Reluctantly, Sano let his hands relax from their tense 
grip on the back of his neck. Saitou's hair had always been a 
fascination of his- it looked almost as if it had been glued 
in place. It never moved, not even in that frantic battle with 
Kenshin- no, the Battousai- in Kaoru's dojo. Now, that was the 
first thing he reached for, and considering how deeply their 
mouths were still meshed, it seemed perfectly natural to him. 
To his surprise and utter joy, he found that sleek black hair 
to not only be soft, but fairly long. With very little 
encouragement it fell forward from the arrangement it had been 
combed into, and it hung down nearly to his chin. 

     His deft fingers continued their eager quest, drifting to 
the side of Saitou's neck, drawing his blunt nails lightly 
over the surprising sensitive skin there. He felt more then 
heard the appreciative murmur Saitou made against his mouth. 
His hand slid down the finely muscled, cloth-covered chest, to 
the waistband of the black slacks, which were so similar to 
the navy of his police uniform. Teasing the shirt up from 
where it was tucked in, his fingers danced underneath the soft 
black fabric. 

     Sleek stomach muscles twitched under his questing 
fingertips. When he brushed his fingers over one tightened and 
hard nipple an almost feral growl sounded deep in Saitou's 
throat. The tiny delicate hairs on the back of Sano's neck 
rose in response, while the warm twisting coil of feeling deep 
in the pit of his belly continued to swirl about. Once again, 
the contrast of sensation was amazing. 

     Saitou pulled away from him then, amber eyes narrowed and 
flashing, the long locks of glossy black hair fallen over his 
face. The clingy material of his black shirt hung askew on his 
lean frame, giving him just a glimpse of the hard, defined 
stomach, the indentation of his navel, his trousers riding a 
little low on his hips. 

     Sano felt his breath catch in his throat, his mouth gone 
dry. The feeling in his gut felt almost like fear; and if it 
was, it was so mixed with desire that it created a totally new 
sensation. Saitou looked so... feral. Perhaps this is where 
the 'Wolf of Mibu' nickname -really- came from? He had no time 
to ponder that concept, as Saitou quickly reassumed the roll 
of master. 

     "On your hands and knees." he commanded, placing a foot 
on Sano's shoulder. Obediently, he leaned forward placing his 
palms on the floor, terrified again at what was going to 
happen to him next. 

     A callused palm ran over the tender flesh of his 
buttocks, stroking lightly. That same hand touched his hip to 
steady him, "Relax, or it will be worse." That struck a chord 
of terror in him. What would be worse? As if on cue, one 
slender finger brushed him -there-. Before he even had a 
chance to feel the full horror of what was about to happen, 
that finger, slick from musk scented oil, slid delicately 
inside him. His breath hitched in his chest at the intrusion, 
and tears were once again smarting behind his clenched 
eyelids. 

     As a second finger joined the first, he reflexively tried 
to escape the invasion. He jerked forward sharply, a gasp 
escaping his open mouth in protest. The hand that had been 
resting lightly on his hip tightened mercilessly, dragging him 
back. He wasn't prepared for the open handed slap that sent 
his ass smarting. 

     "Remember who your Master is!" The second slap was 
purposely placed directly where the first landed and caused 
the already smarting flesh to burn. Sano bit down hard on his 
bottom lip in a futile attempt to redirect some of the pain 
and the coppery taste of his own blood filled his mouth. 

     "Ready to proceed, slave?" 

     Sano gasped when he felt the third finger poised for 
entrance, nudging him for his answer. "Yes...Master..." The 
third finger pushed through, and now the three splayed, 
stretching him wide. A hitched indrawn breath produced a high-
pitched noise of pain from deep in Sano's throat. He forced 
himself to relax into the feeling, and although it wasn't 
painful anymore, it was still uncomfortable. 

     "There, that's more like it." Saitou patted his rear 
almost affectionately. "Ready for more?" 

     Sano twitched at the implication of more, but silently 
nodded his assent. The three fingers still inside him flexed 
again, before slowly withdrawing. 

     "Stay relaxed, and you will enjoy this." Sano doubted 
those words instantly. It was true that there had been some 
parts of this venture that had been more pleasurable then 
others. However now that Sano was seeing with altered eyes, 
and feeling with new skin, he now knew the pain only served to 
define and enhance the pleasure, making it all the more a 
precious gift. 

     The rounded tip of a cold object prodded against the 
tightly muscled pucker between his buttocks. This time he was 
prepared for the intrusion, and relaxed as much as possible to 
ease its entrance into the tight cavity of his body. It was 
curved oddly at one end, he noted with a grimace, as it slid 
deep inside him, filling him to the brim. It was large, 
uncomfortably so, but ample lubrication and Saitou's earlier 
preparation made it possible. 

     And now, yet more leather was being added to his body; 
this time, to hold the object in place. A harness of sorts was 
being buckled between his legs and another around his hips. He 
could feel the phallus being adjusted inside him. It was 
twisted a little one way, and then angled down- 

     Stars exploded brightly behind Sano's eyes, his arms 
giving out underneath him. That intense flood was hardly what 
he'd been expecting. He pressed the side of his face to floor, 
his mouth open in a soundless 'O' of pleasure and shock. The 
phallus was adjusted again, strapped to stay in that spot. 
Even the most minor twitches sent floods of feeling to his 
poor ignored erection.  

     Saitou withdrew, watching the scene before him. This was 
exactly how he'd always wanted to see Sano; although his limbs 
were free, he was utterly and completely helpless in the face 
of such a situation. Any movement at all and the phallus 
brushed against that certain spot, rendering him incapable of 
movement. He made himself comfortable on the couch at the 
other end of the room, withdrawing a cigarette from an elegant 
silver etched case. 

     I wonder how long it will take for the ahou to notice I'm 
gone? he thought, drawing deeply of the aromatic smoke.  

     He couldn't take anymore! Everytime he shifted slightly 
to rest an arm or leg, the object moved inside him, sending 
ripples of feeling through his nerve endings. Somehow, he KNEW 
that any movement made towards relieving the built-up tension 
inside him would be punished. And with the leather straps 
still restraining his rampaging erection and aching testicles, 
it was impossible.  

     He needed some way to communicate his need to his 
master... Wait; where was Saitou? How long had he been gone? 
His eyes had been closed... 

     Opening his eyes, he found Saitou sitting on the couch 
he'd noticed earlier, merely watching him with a self-
satisfied smirk, and smoking a cigarette. He must have been 
staring, because the smirk widened into a grin. Slender 
fingers snapped, and pointed at the floor at his feet. 

     "Come."  

     Something in that deep rich voice made his innards 
quiver; both heat and fear curled up together in the pit of 
his belly. He made a move to stand, and found it impossible. 
The phallus pressed hard against that something inside him 
that made the lights go dim, completely ruining any balance he 
had. 

     The grin on Saitou's face had become utterly evil. "Yes. 
You must crawl to me." 

     Although the distance was perhaps only 10 feet, it seemed 
like miles to Sano. Absolutely every inch of his body was 
alive with feeling; the leather and lead weight at his sex, 
the evil twisting weighted clamps at his nipples, and the 
phallus buried deep inside his body seemed to reach every 
nerve. Upon reaching Saitou's feet, it was all he could do to 
lay his head against the inside of Saitou's knee, and look up 
into that remote face, his eyes pleading. 

     The smirk on Saitou's gauntly handsome face softened 
somewhat. He reached a hand out, and tangled it roughly in 
Sano's unruly hair, scratching behind his ear as he would a 
cat. 

     Sano nuzzled his cheek against the soft fabric of 
Saitou's slacks, letting posture and movement scream "PLEASE!" 
without a single sound ever leaving his mouth. 

     "Is there something you want, Kitten?" That velvet rumble 
rolled over his ear, sending a thrill down his spine, and 
making the fine hair at the nape of his neck raise. He lifted 
his pleading eyes to Saitou, a hot flush coloring his cheeks. 

     Deft, slender fingers dipped to scratch under his chin. 
"Ah, I can see that there is. But since kittens can't talk, 
how can you tell me?" 

     Sano felt his face crumple in frustration, on the verge 
of tears again. This was so utterly humiliating, if only it 
didn't feel so damned good! 

     Those agile, callused fingers slid around to the nape of 
his neck, and glided slowly down the length of his spine. He 
nuzzled his face into Saitou's thigh, eyes closed at the 
delicate shivers traveling his spine. "But you needn't fear, 
Kitten-cat. I shall figure it out." 

     Saitou took a final draw on his cigarette before crushing 
it out in an ashtray that sat on a table at the end of the 
couch. "Tell me Kitten, how would you like to be taken? On 
your knees? On your back? Against the wall? Shall I bind you 
to my desk? 

     He knew that he was gaping open-mouthed at this alien in 
front of him. This Saitou was completely different from the 
Saitou he'd seen before, in public. This was the private 
Saitou- he was just as harsh, but in a teasing manner. That 
was because the man he and everyone else saw in public was all 
business; that was the "Aku Soku Zan" Saitou, the ex-captain 
of the third troop of the Shinsen Gumi. 

     He knew how to handle that Saitou- he was used to his 
insults and brutal ways. He didn't know how to handle this new 
Saitou. The being in front of his was blatantly sexual, as if 
the outside world was a million miles away. And for all he 
knew it was- he had no idea where this office was located. He 
could be in Saitou's private residence or still inside the 
police building itself. 

     Somehow, a solid and private bubble had been formed. It 
was a barrier of safety that made Saitou feel comfortable 
enough to let out this deliciously sexual person that was 
normally hidden. 

     "You're staring, Kitten." Saitou leaned forward his face 
now mere inches from Sano's. "It's rude to stare." 

     Sano flinched, tearing his eyes away from the intriguing 
man before him. He'd decided how to deal with this new Saitou- 
to think of him as an entirely different person. That way he 
didn't have to try to mesh the preconceived notions of who 
he'd -thought- Saitou was, and who he -really- was. 

     He could feel his face flaming. He had to make his 
intentions, his utter frustration, known somehow. He was 
forbidden to speak, so perhaps... It took all his balance and 
self-control to ignore the phallus shifting deep inside him as 
he moved. He nuzzled his way up the inside of Saitou's thigh, 
hoping that this was an acceptable form of begging. He hoped 
that Saitou could feel his hot, damp breath through his 
trousers. He hoped... He pressed his face against the 
fascinating bulge at the apex of Saitou's thighs, rubbing his 
nose against the fabric. 

     The fingers that had been idly scratching behind his ear, 
tightened like steal clamps on the back of his neck. They 
threaded sharply into his hair, pulling his face away from the 
new object of his fascination. 

     "Impatient, aren't we Kitten?" A sleek eyebrow rose 
questioning. Saitou leaned ominously forward, and Sano blushed 
furiously, although he nodded his head.  

     He wasn't sure what it was, but something flickered in 
the depths of Saitou's eyes. Saitou cleared the remaining 
inches between their mouths, once again latching on to his 
lower lip. Roughened fingertips ran up his chest delicately, 
almost so light as to not be there at all. Reaching his 
imprisoned nipples, Saitou brushed the hard nubs lightly. 

     Sano gasped into their kiss; they'd never been that 
sensitive before! The weights were being pulled on- the clamps 
were tight, but they gave enough to allow Saitou to pull them 
off without them opening. Tears smarted behind Sano's clenched 
eyelids. The flesh was so hot now; his skin burned where the 
clamps had been. 

     When Saitou took the burning nubs between his lips, he 
was sure he'd die. They absolutely throbbed, blood filling the 
injured flesh, making them so sensitive to the touch- 
apparently Saitou was aware of the affects. His breath hitched 
in his throat when a hand strayed down to the leather strap 
circling and effectively imprisoning his raging hard-on. 

     Oh yes, oh yes, oh please... the words he couldn't speak 
out loud were instead chanted inside his head. His eyes 
fluttered loosely shut, his hands clenched into fists, and his 
arms tightened around Saitou's neck. Indeed the strap was 
loosened and pulled away. Relief must have been obvious on his 
features. The leather pulling and separating his testicles was 
also removed... He felt so light now. There was only one thing 
left... 

     "Open your eyes Kitten. I want you to look at me while 
I take you. Always, always keep your eyes open. Do you 
understand?" Hesitantly, Sano opened his eyes.  

    Saitou's hair was still loose, a few strands tucked behind 
his ear, the rest falling over his forehead and over those 
haunting golden eyes. The shining orbs caught his own 
chocolate brown ones, and seemed to hold him captive more 
effectively then any physical bonds ever could. 

     "You can feel it, can't you Kitten? Looking into the eyes 
of the person who has you in their grip, and allowing them 
that power is exhilarating. It's an exchange of will; I 
acknowledge that I have my power because you've granted it. 
The game is played out for the pleasure of those involved. 
Because that's all it is- a game. Last I checked, games were 
supposed to be fun, as well as competitive." Saitou then did 
something so unlike himself that Sano doubted his vision. 
Saitou -winked- at him. 

     Sano felt himself blushing again; not the kind of blush 
that made his skin burn flame-red from the balls of his feet 
to the roots of his hair. It was just a slight demure stain 
across his cheekbones and nose. He understood Saitou's words 
well. He understood it in the same way he understood what made 
the pain worth it. 

     Saitou stood up from the couch, untangling Sano's arms 
from his neck. Sano watched him, his breath caught in his 
chest. It was strange how differently he was seeing Saitou 
now. 

     Saitou turned slightly so his face and body were in 
profile. A twitch of a smile had caught that fierce mouth. 
"Come here, and help me undress, Kitten." 

     He merely blinked at him for a second before bounding 
happily to his feet, momentarily forgetting the phallus. He 
nearly passed out as it slammed into his prostate; his hand 
shot out for the couch, reminding him to stand more slowly.

     "Careful. You can't pass out unless I tell you to." 

     Sano glared balefully at him, before slowly rising to his 
feet to assist, as requested. His hands slid smoothly up 
Saitou chest, pulling the shirt over his head, further musing 
his hair. Pale skin stretched over taut, defined muscle. His 
shoulders were broad, and came to a trim, narrow waist. Sano 
felt the rivulet of drool drip down his chin before he could 
swipe it away. 

     His gaze shifted downward to the fastenings of Saitou's 
trousers, his teeth barred in a feral expression of joy. The 
fastening of Saitou's trousers came undone quickly under his 
eager fingertips while he nipped at the delightfully masculine 
nipples of Saitou's broad chest. He caressed the sleek, narrow 
hips as he slid the trousers down, knowing that Saitou must 
find his eagerness amusing.  

     He pressed his body flush against Saitou, pressing his 
throbbing erection into his thigh, tilting his face up, 
hoping. The smirk took Saitou's face again, and he kissed Sano 
firmly.  

     "On your knees again." He didn't need to be told twice- 
He assumed the position, and the harness was unbuckled, 
allowing the oiled phallus to slip from his body, leaving him 
feeling strangely empty. He almost missed it... 

     He had no time to think as he was pulled from his knees 
to his feet, and pushed none too gently against the desk. 
Papers and writing implements went flying as Saitou positioned 
him, laying back, his legs dangling off the edge. The hand 
that appeared behind him was all the kept his head from 
cracking against the polished wood. That hand cupped the base 
of his skull, and he stared up at Saitou, anticipation and a 
small amount of fear in his eyes. 

     "Wrap your legs around me, Kitten, and hold on." He 
snaked his arms around Saitou's powerful neck, his legs thrown 
up to curl around his waist, locking them at the ankle. 
Something hot and hard pressed insistently against his 
entrance, and he gasped. So very different from the cold 
polished surface of the phallus! 

     "Do you feel that Kitten?" Saitou whispered huskily in 
his ear, warm breath making him shiver as it gently tickled 
the translucent skin. Sano answered his question by taking a 
mouthful of Saitou's skin just above the collar bone between 
his teeth and worrying it. "I'll take that as a yes. You know 
what I want. Do you submit?" Sano nodded, never releasing the 
chunk of flesh. 

     For a moment, Saitou seemed huge; much, much larger then 
the phallus had seemed. But as he forced himself to relax and 
enjoy the intrusion, Saitou slid past the initial resistance, 
and deep inside. He forced himself to accept and enjoy the 
sensation of being filled to bursting by his master. 

     Yes, his Master. A strange feeling indeed; he would do 
anything now, if Saitou asked. The reward of a gliding touch, 
or a lopsided smile now filled his heart with joy. And he, a 
more then willing slave? Who could have predicted that? It 
seemed that a part of his identity was already deeply wrapped 
up in Saitou. 

     His eyelids fluttered as he took in the sensation, the 
stretching, the absolute fullness. But suddenly that wasn't 
enough- he now knew of that place inside him that made the 
stars swim through his vision- that was what he wanted. He 
arched his back, teeth clenched and barred, and felt Saitou 
brush that spot. Yes! He tightened his hold around Saitou's 
neck, and arched his back more sharply against the desk. This
time Saitou shivered too, and Sano sunk his blunt fingernails 
into the hard flesh beneath them. 

     "So impatient, Kitten, so willful. I think I like that 
about you..." This time he was met halfway when he ground his 
hips against Saitou's. He was so close, had been close for 
what seemed like hours now, but he had to wait just a little 
longer still. His master had been most patient with him. He 
would NOT disappoint him now... 

    And so he bit his lip, so hard he reopened the wound he'd 
made earlier, his neck arched back against the dark polished 
wood of the desk, and lolled to the side. Remembering, he kept 
his eyes as open as he could, open enough to watch Saitou's 
face twist in a expression of both strain and bliss. In the 
brilliant haze that covered his senses, he couldn't manage 
more then that. Too much feeling flooded through him with 
Saitou's every stroke, so deep and just so... undeniably 
THERE. 

    Although the tempo had started off slow, almost languid, 
it did not take long for it to reach a fevered pitch. Sano at 
least, had been painfully aroused for what seemed like hours 
now, and even if it was -faster-, it wasn't -enough-. That 
lofty peak still lay just out of his reach, and whether it was 
by design on Saitou's part or not, he wanted it, and by 
everything sacred, he wanted it now! 

    His arms wound tightly around Saitou's neck, he arched his 
hips enthusiastically into ever thrust, hoping and praying 
that the next would be the one to put an end to the torment. 
Something took hold deep in the pit of his stomach, and began 
to grow. The feeling twisted and turned and had the edge of 
nervousness to it- it made him jumpy and lightheaded. It 
continued to coalesce, and he watched it's progress from 
behind his eyelids- he just couldn't keep them open anymore- 
in the form of brightly colored lights. 

    Although he'd been waiting so patiently and for so long 
for his climax it still caught him by surprise. All at once 
the sensations inside him seemed to fly apart, mimicked by the 
colorful fireworks that exploded so brightly under his eyelids 
that he had to open his eyes so as not to pass out. For just a 
fleeting second, his body seemed to disappear entirely, and 
all that was left was free floating nerve endings, brilliant 
and glowing with the intensity of feeling. Somewhere, 
distantly, his brain registered Saitou's shudders of release 
as well. He knew his eyes were open but for that split second 
that somehow seemed to last forever, he'd been blind. 

    Slowly, the blinding whiteness that covered his vision 
cleared. Along with sight, feeling slowing returned to normal. 
What greeted him was the arch of a muscular neck curving into 
a shoulder along the nape, and the tendrils of black silky 
hair that rested there, damp from exertion. He could just feel 
the tip of Saitou's nose brush the equally damp skin of his 
neck. He was content to stay as they were for as long as 
Saitou would allow it. 

    Sano lay there, Saitou a comfortable weight in the circle 
of his arms. Comfortable, but for how long? How long could 
this last before the real world stepped in again? It couldn't 
last. Sano fell soundly asleep in Saitou's arms, knowing this. 

~*~*~*~ 

    I stood on a street corner, although which one I couldn't 
tell you. All that mattered was that HE stood a short distance 
away, that I could see him again.  

    All of ...that... happened more then two weeks ago, and I 
haven't heard from Saitou since. He had to know I was there, 
he -had- to know! I'm not certain what about me changed in our 
time together, and I'm not sure that I care to find out 
precisely what it was. I'm also not sure what our short time 
together meant, if it meant anything at all. (Those sort of 
things only mean anything if you give them meaning, after all) 

    I did want that to mean something- dammit, it meant 
something to me anyway! That he hadn't spoken to me, or tried 
to contact me... It ate at me. It made me want him to look at 
me the way he did when I had crawled to him on my hands and 
knees; something dark and delicious smoldering under that 
impecable surface. What else can a slave do but crave his 
master's attention? Perhaps he knew that this would happen 
after he turned me loose. Perhaps this was part of his plan, 
and my training? 

    There! On the seemingly distant curb on the other side of 
the street, that gleaming golden stare was looking my way! As 
I figured, he'd known all along that I was here. One side of 
Saitou's mouth, which I once found cruel and now sensuous, 
turned up into a crooked grin. One gloved hand, the leather 
blindingly white against the dark of his uniform, extended 
towards me, and in the same gesture he had used to beckon me 
to his couch, the fingers snapped and then pointed to his 
feet. Through his smile, his lips mouthed one word: "Come." 

     What could I do? My master was calling me. 


		~*~OWARI~*~