Hello, hello! This is my first upload in fanfiction, and I'm editing this myself. I'm not perfect, so if I have mistakes let me know.
WARNING! YAOI UP AHEAD! THIS CHAPTER HAS SMUT!
I do not own Brave 10 or any of the characters, unfortunately. Tell me watcha think. Please R&R! ^^
Rokurou grit his teeth and just stared ahead as he felt foreign lips kiss his neck. That mouth just bit and sucked on his skin, unaware of the turmoil of emotions that boiled beneath the page's stoic face.
It had been too long since he was last touched like this. His master had been preoccupied. His body knew what lay ahead and was already reacting to the deprived acts of pleasure that it had gotten so used to. His nipples had already hardened, and his body was flushed and hot. He mentally cursed as he felt heat starting to pool below. This was not him. His body can't betray him like this.
The mouth stopped as it noticed his silence. It smirked.
"Now, now. That's no fun." Hands slid on his bare skin, and Rokurou couldn't stop the shiver that ran through him.
There was a low chuckle.
"See? Your body wants this." Rokurou's hips were pressed hard against the other's.
A mix of a moan and a gasp escaped his lips, and he cursed himself for it.
That smirk grew wider.
"Better. But-I-just-need-you-to..." With every word, their hips were harshly ground together. Gasps now freely flowed from Rokurou's mouth. The other leaned closer until his lips brushed Rokurou's ear.
"...scream." With that last word, Rokurou felt those hands grip his member tightly, and he moaned at the feeling.
There was another low chuckle.
"Hmm. Good, but that was no scream."
Rokurou glared at the white-haired man but had to look away as the doors were thrown open and harsh light flooded the dark room.
"What is it?" his captor demanded, annoyed at the interruption.
"Sir," a servant knelt, "Sanada sent word."
"Oh?" The man was amused now and gripped Rokurou's cock tighter, eliciting a loud moan, when he felt the page tense at the name.
The servant's face flushed at the sound and continued, "He ordered for the return of his property and to 'Don't you dare touch what is mine, you thieving bastar-'" A laugh interrupted him.
Rokurou and the servant both looked at the laughing man with surprise.
"Oh, I never thought I'd hear that Sanada lose his cool over a lost toy." He stopped laughing and gazed at Rokurou. Those eyes held such...lust. "Although, to lose you, his reaction is too mild of a response to my 'theft'." He licked Rokurou's ear, earning a gasp.
"S-sir?" came the uncertain call of the still-kneeling servant.
"Leave us," he ordered, and the room was cloaked in darkness once more.
He grabbed Rokurou's wrist and threw him on the floor.
Rokurou was now face down on the floor, and the impact it made against his hardened member caused him to sound out his loudest moan yet.
His captor's eyes flashed at the sound and elevated the younger man's hips.
Rokurou tried to support himself with his arms as best as he could, though, considering how much he trembled, it wasn't much.
Rokurou's eyes widened as he felt three fingers pressed against his entrance.
"Wait, n-" He cried out as the digits roughly planted themselves inside him.
Tears unknowingly fell from his eyes at the pain. It had never been this painful when Yukimura-
He hissed as teeth bit his ass.
"Are you loving this yet, Rokurou?" The fingers started pumping inside him.
"You- ah!"
"Oh? Looks like I found it."
Rokurou hated himself for the cries of pleasure he voiced whenever those fingers assaulted his prostate.
"Y-you...ngh ah...hah...b-bastard."
"But am I really? Your body says otherwise."
Those fingers pulled out of him, and he whimpered at the loss.
"See? You want this."
"H-how," Rokurou panted, "how could I?"
He attempted to glare and put venom in his voice but only ended up looking even more vulnerable.
"Well, then. If you hate it so much, I'll stop."
The warlord moved away from the wide-eyed page.
"W-what?" Rokurou coudn't believe his ears.
The white-haired man raised an eyebrow.
"F-fine." Rokurou stood with difficulty and ignored the pain between his legs. His body wanted nothing more than to come, but he couldn't. He wasn't going to.
His captor's eyes followed his every movement and trailed down.
Rokurou was clothed except for his lower half, and his erection stuck out like a sore thumb.
He licked his lips. Oh how he wanted to-
Rokurou turned to him. His cheeks were flushed. His lips were moist and slightly parted...and his eyes. They were half-lidded from the effort of not relieving himself.
He couldn't hold back. He crossed the distance between them and pinned the younger against a wall.
Ropes dangled from the wall for a purpose such as this, and Rokurou found himself tied, immobilized, with arms and legs spread wide.
Oh no.
A wicked grin spread across the older man's face.
"Itadakimasu."
I'm so happy I finally uploaded something! Just wrote this this morning.
So how was it? Just to let you know, there will be more to this story. I'm going to upload it in parts, and NOTHING IS AS IT SEEMS! This is a Yukimura/Rokurou pairing, so don't worry. AND this is JUST the first part.
It might take me a while to update, but please bear with me! Thanx!