To those brave enough to read this, please ignore it's lack
of plot. Upon my induction into the Cirlce of Demonesses,
I was commanded to write smut by my Senpai, Jaana. This
is the result. I have a sequel of sorts in the works, although
it will focus a great deal more on Saitou.
In other words- this is yaoi smut for it's own sake, and nothing
more. I have been told that it is very good yaoi smut, and I
thought I should put it to the test. Comments and cristism are
most welcome! Flames will be sent to my fellow Demonesses
to cackle over. So please- if you come across anything
physcially impossible (Besides Saitou calling Sanosuke "Kitten"-
That stays!) let me know so that I can fix it.
My warning: As noted in the subject line this fanfic is yaoi- for
those new to the term, that means male/male sex, in this case,
graphic, but still fairly tasteful (I did try, anyway) It also contains
bondage. You know, whips and chains, and that fun stuff. Still
with me? Good. *cackle* Read on, brave souls....
PS: remember Vince- you PROMISED not to read this! I won't
be able to look you in the face again if you do...
Kage-chan
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June 17 - August 13
DEDICATION: For Jaana, Kathy and my beloved Toki-chan who
made me love this pairing. 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;)
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? And when?
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 sensitive flesh.
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 preciseness 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. It was subtle, but it was
undeniably there.
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 rump 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?"
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 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 tortured nerves. "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 different 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 owlishly 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. They
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 every 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~*~
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