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Kage@nabiki.com 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;) Also the
lyrics below can only be credited to London After Midnight. The lyrics from
their "Bondage Song" were a huge part of what inspired this fanfic,
which I consider to be my very best. Their lyrics are used with their
generously given written permission, obtained through email. Please visit
their website at www.londonaftermidnight.com. 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
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~ --The Bondage Song-- 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
casting 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 effected 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
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 sensitive skin with a precisness that
frightened him, even as his eyes rolled back in his head, dark eyelashes
fluttering 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 possible 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 his bare 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 mouthfulof 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~*~ |