Disclaimer: LOVELESS characters belong to Yun Kouga.
This will be part one of three. WARNINGS: hardcoreYAOI, explicit sexual content.
Definition of YAOI : Male on Male content; aka homosexuals.
Seimei flipped the already torn page. Below the occasional blood splatters there seemed to be dried substances of other fluids stuck to the page, smearing the blue tablet lines into thick, incomprehensible smudges. The scrawling text on the notebook pages resembled that of a primary student's; however, the sketches were oddly anatomically accurate and oddly erotic. Black ink substituted for black hair, and as for the other colors – a murky scarlet alternative for blood might as well have been real blood soaking the pages, and the pale indigo became the shadows on the bodies.
Wondering eyes tore from the papers when a footstep sounded; when Nisei crossed into the room and halted in obvious horror. Slim, soft hands forced the notebook from Seimei, an angry glare accompanying the furious fever heating his cheeks. "BAKA! How dare you look through that! Are you really that illiterate that you failed to notice the 'P-R-I-V-A-T-E' on the cover?!" The 'private' the black haired man was speaking of disappeared as the whole notebook was slid into his jacket.
Although he truly wanted to scream at Nisei, punish him for his insolence, Seimei had other plans. "Give me that. I want to show you something."
Nisei's eyes widened as he took a weary step back. "No. It's private."
Dim lamplight fluttered around his feet, the Christmas-tree-lights strung out around the floor for added luminosity. Before he had been able to easily read Nisei's homemade erotica handbook, but now Seimei's mind was wandering and he needed extra light. Languorously he pressed his middle finger against the bridge of his glasses as he moved to his Sentouki, standing a good two feet in front of the other man. "Nisei, I want to show you something. Do you remember what happens when you disobey me?" The threat could just as well go unanswered, for Seimei knew Nisei was aware of the physical punishments that would await him if he did not comply. "Give it to me."
"I don't understand your stupid 'love,' but I do know 'hatred.' And I hate you."
Seimei felt his whole body stiffen. Without warning he slapped the other swiftly across the face, leaving a red welt to paint his sentouki's cheek. "Nisei, I want to show you something. So give me the book." This would be his last warning.
And to think Seimei had actually been very, sincerely excited about the notebook.
Reluctantly, Nisei fed the notebook to Seimei, retracting his hand quickly when it touched Seimei's. "Happy now, Master?"
"I am very pleased, Nisei. Now, look." He flipped through the first few pages, settling for a scribbled drawing of two earless beings engaged in an act that could be described easily enough by the succubae and sex fiends of the lower realms. "I would like to try something like this, Nisei. I'm positive our version will be much more pleasing to the eye and much more enjoyable. Besides, does it not get boring after you've jacked off to the same pictures so many times?"
"Shut up."
"What, you don't want to? The small one in this picture seems very… enthusiastic…"A vicious smirk grew on his face, obscuring his features into something fit for a carnival clown. "Come, now…" The pun, he thought, was quite intended.
Warily Nisei looked to the side, attempting failingly to avoid his sacrifice's hard gaze. There was some truth the Seimei's words. That man almost never misread his sentouki's thoughts. Then, if that was so, there should be no plausible reason why Nisei should continue to protest. Sex was sex, whoever it was with.
Finally the petite man regained his spirit and smirked right back at Seimei, relaxing against the wall and crossing his arms across his chest. "But you're a virgin. I hate fucking virgins. They ain't got any talent. And their tails get in the way; always swishing around as I fuck their brains out."
This comment drew more than a laugh from Seimei; it created hysterics. "Nisei, Nisei, did I say you would be allowed to fuck me? I'm not quite sure if I even want to completely lose my ears. I just want to play with you." He feigned an guiltless, naïve smile and moved to Nisei, pressing his lips on the corner of the other's mouth. "I want to play."
If there began any heated kissing his glasses would surely hinder their contact, but the rectangular glasses could come off in a few minutes. Right now he wanted to only concentrate on arousing his Sentouki, bringing him to the point where it was torture for Seimei to touch him. Unfortunately, Nisei desired otherwise and caught Seimei's tongue in his mouth, pressing their faces together with his right hand twirled in the hair on Seimei's head.
"I want to play, too, Seimei," the smaller man mewed, exploring the cavity of his sacrifice's mouth as if it were an unknown jungle. A tangy taste began to cover his tongue in splotches, but Nisei couldn't remember if he had felt Seimei bite him or not. His mind was straining to concentrate enough as it was, and to keep track of small details like that would be difficult and stupid. Besides the blood flavor, Nisei couldn't decide what his sacrifice's taste exactly was. Seimei's mouth seemed only to be the exact replica of whatever mint toothpaste he had used that morning, and held no sign of being distinct in the least.
Seimei's hand slid up Nisei's shirt, digging his nails into the man's chest and scratching until he was able to pull the shirt off. A faint tear could be heard as the shirt ripped, but Seimei paid it no mind. It was just a shirt, after all, and Seimei had other things to concern himself with. He pulled his mouth away from the eager Nisei's, keeping his face and body far enough from his sentouki's that he would be able to watch Nisei's reactions. Those facial expressions would be the best, Seimei mused. Those looks of pure pleasure, of torment, of sexual stimulation but no release. This would probably end up to be the most enjoyable thing he had done with Nisei yet.
He wanted to experiment; to see what parts of Nisei's body were receptive. First he would start with the chest. Cold fingers danced over the pale skin stretched taught across his breastbone, pausing over both nipples to see if they hardened against his chilly digits. They did, drawing a smirk to Seimei's lips. "Is this a good place? Do you like me to touch you here?"
Nothing but a throaty 'h-hai' answered the young man's questions, Nisei understanding that Seimei wanted him to remain stationary against the wall yet wanting to fall against him and be touched even more. As Seimei's left forefinger and thumb pinched his nipple, he couldn't stop himself from shuddering. It had been a long while since he had last been handled so intimately, and Nisei was beginning to wonder if Seimei was intelligible, even though he was a virgin.
"Do you like my mouth to touch you here?" Seimei asked, parting his lips to lick up Nisei's chest. He paused over Nisei's right nipple, the side he hadn't previously been busy fondling. Nisei tasted dirty, as if he had yet to take a shower after marauding and torturing; Seimei rolled his eyes and dug his nails into the smooth skin surrounding Nisei's pert nipple, earning a hearty groan from the petite man. He continued to orally pleasure his fighter, but soon Seimei grew bored of just nibbling on his chest and decided to find a new part of Nisei's body to explore.
When the curly-haired man's mouth deserted Nisei's chest, a viscous string of saliva kept them connected, dangling from Seimei's lower lip and Nisei's right nipple. Nisei's eyes grew large and pleading as the young man drew completely away from him and stared at his half naked body in a feral manner. Knowing Seimei, he could choose to do many things right then; just stand there and stare for hours, turn and leave out of boredom, or remain and violently ravish Nisei's horny body. Personally, Nisei was opting for the last choice.
"Seime-"
"Don't speak. Be silent until I ask you a question, or tell you to scream."
Nisei grinned. In front of him stood the casual, calm man who commanded him and punished him, and now Nisei was quite confident that this man would be fucking him too. How crude and simple their relationship was turning out to be! With all of Seimei's affection being directed over the little brat, Nisei hadn't been expecting much more than orders and beatings. This new activity, if all went as Nisei hoped, would possibly bring a little more entertainment into their bond. Letting his hands drop to pop the metal button on his jeans, Nisei said in the most sultry voice he could muster, "Make me scream, Master."
Never would Seimei allow himself to share Nisei's facial expressions, even if he felt a grin fighting its way onto his lips. "You're so damn fuckable. If I were anyone else I'd be getting hard right about now.
"But as I am who I am, and no one else-" that would surely confuse Nisei, for even Seimei was finding it hard to decipher at the current moment, "- I am not getting an erection, and I have other plans for you anyway. Now, continue undoing your pants. When you finish, I'll give you another order."
"Yes, Master." Both hands began to fumble with the zipper, which suddenly decided not to comply with his hasty hands. Finally he succeeded, leaving the front to remain open and reveal what was before hidden as he slid his hands down the sides of his pants and pushed on the denim to slide it over his hips. There was no embarrassment to hide as Nisei stood bare-bottomed in front of his sacrifice, a thin sheen of excited sweat beginning to shine off his body. With intense anticipation, the thin man felt his thigh muscles contract as his erection throbbed above them.
Seimei smiled, something sweet and paradoxical to the situation. Squatting below Nisei, he reached up to inch the denim jeans just a little lower on his sentouki's thigh, making enough room that he could easily bite the soft skin there without his hair or head brushing up against Nisei's cock. No effort was made so that his fingers would not touch Nisei's skin, but Seimei accomplished that easily enough and moved his mouth over his slave's inner thigh in slow, leisurely strokes; the whole process somewhat reminiscent of a horse-hair paint brush being swept across a cloth canvas. He managed to tilt his head just enough to lick the topmost and innermost of Nisei's left thigh, and then he was gone; back to standing two feet from his hot and ready Sentouki.
"My next order: touch yourself."
Masturbation was an action not new to Nisei, and he found no embarrassment in this either. Promptly his hand went to his cock, gripping it at the base and traveling up the length in a repetitive motion. Between self-prompted moans Nisei asked, "Shouldn't this be your mouth instead of my hand?"
On Seimei's head both of his ears twitched, flinching to the side as he regarded Nisei's masturbation with distaste. He saved Nisei's question for later, choosing instead to scold, "I told you to touch yourself; not moan. Shut your mouth if you want my mouth near your body." The frown disappeared as his Sentouki clenched his jaw shut, his eyebrows furrowing together as a husky groan tried escaping. Yet Nisei's hand still remained on his cock, satiating his need for skin-to-skin contact.
Now he could see the milky-white precum leaking from the tip of Nisei's penis, and that was the signal to have Nisei stop. "Take your hand off your cock now."
With a reluctant sigh, Nisei removed his hand, trembling as he leaned back against the wall and looked to Seimei with glazed, desiring eyes. "What's your next order, Master?"
Well, this is part one. Written for my friend as a 'get well, my dear insomniac' present. Please review; flames aren't appreciated, but constructive criticism is.