Author's Note: This fic is pretty much a thin layer of plot wrapped around smuttiness. Character interpretations come from group roleplaying and so will likely be different from how they are usually portrayed. A large part of this story is because everyone writes about people resisting pain and torture - I wanted to see the struggle of a (within story canon) admitted hedonist resisting pleasure.
Next part is already written and should be up within the next day or two.
"I'm not going to give in. You've been trying nonstop for days." The voice is ragged and hoarse, but somehow still strong and smugly determined. "I won't break."
"We will see." This one is calmly assured, the sound of someone confident in her power and ability.
Jadeite glanced around the room in confusion. He recognized it of course – few bedrooms in the palace were as orderly and yet obviously lived in as Kunzite's. But knowing where he was didn't explain why he was there or why he couldn't remember arriving.
Or why he was naked and tied to the bed. Kunzite usually asked before doing things like that, it was the polite thing to do.
He flexed his hands to see if there was any give, craning his neck to try and catch a glimpse. His arms had been pulled behind him, rope – or at least what felt like rope – wound tight enough around his wrists to keep him from simply tearing free but not enough to cut off his circulation. He tugged, knowing it probably wouldn't work but needing to be sure. There was less than a finger's length of give in the rope, and judging by the force against him he'd guess he'd been tied to the headboard. He dropped his head, the position awkward with his arms hiked up.
"Giving up already?"
Jadeite's head jerked back up and he stared at the white haired man who now stood in front of the closed door.
"I didn't hear the door open," he said lightly, ignoring the question. There was something off here, and it wasn't just the fact that he was tied up and naked.
"I am quiet and you are distracted," his leader explained simply, walking over to the bed and staring down at him.
The blonde hadn't had a modest bone in his body for years and he didn't feel the need to reveal one now. He glared up at Kunzite for a moment before crossing his ankles and settling into a deliberately relaxed pose. "I have no idea where you might have gotten that idea, fearless," he snarked. "It's not like being chained down is distracting or anything."
"Certainly not," Kunzite breathed in his ear, and he thought he must have blinked because there was no way the other man could have crossed that distance so quickly. Jadeite leaned back to the best of his ability, tilting his head to keep the other man in his sight. "You enjoy it entirely too much for it to be new. You love being at my mercy."
The words themselves didn't bother him –they both knew full well it was true, after all. But his tone of voice… he didn't like it. At all.
It was too… dark. And he still couldn't remember how he'd gotten trapped like this.
"Let me go, Kun," he said, "I'm a busy man, you can't just go kidnapping people to the bedroom."
"Oh, I think I can," Kunzite smirked, "Especially you." He ran a hand over the blonde's chest, fingertips just brushing over his nipples.
Jadeite bit his lip at the teasing motion, keeping his tone light despite his unease. "You of all people should know there's no time for this," he said firmly, "I need to focus on my work, Kunzite not-"
"But you're not focusing, are you?" Kunzite's smooth voice interrupted him. "I told you. You're distracted."
"I can't imagine why that would be," he snapped sarcastically. "It surely has nothing to do with me being tied to your bed instead of in my office, getting reports from my men."
"Of course not," Came the silky agreement as Kunzite settled on the bed beside him. "You've become distracted by the details, Jadeite. You're forgetting the big picture. Again."
Jadeite paused at that. It was true that he focused on the small details, and sometimes needed to be brought back out of it. But he hadn't been distracted recently. Or had he? His usually sharp memory felt fuzzy, confused. Maybe Kunzite was right. Maybe he was too distracted. He couldn't even really remember being brought here, just vague flashes of staircases and hallways behind the ever present tangle of hints and clues and scraps of information he and his spies were trying to unravel.
"You might have a point," he admitted reluctantly.
"I always do," Kunzite smirked, tweaking his left nipple without warning. The blonde hissed at the sudden pain as his commander continued, "That's why it's my job to take care of you. Help you get your head on straight," he breathed in his ear, licking the shell slowly. Jadeite shivered, tugging at his bound wrists unconsciously.
Kunzite sat up at the motion, leaning over him and trailing wet kisses from his pulse point and all around his wrists. Jadeite couldn't help but flex them, whining low in his throw. Kunzite smirked and trailed his lips lower, dipping his tongue to tease at the inside of his elbow for a moment, and then continuing on. Jadeite followed his movements to the best of his ability, biting his lip as Kunzite moved to his shoulder and started teasing his neck. Short, hard nips at his neck, and then Kunzite's head was dipping lower, teasing his chest and abdomen and Jadeite couldn't help but arch his back, trying to get more contact.
His leader didn't make it easy for him, moving back until no matter how much the blonde strained he couldn't feel more than feather-light caresses and teasing kisses. Kunzite circled his nipples with light flicks of his tongue, tiny scrapes of his nails that were just pinpricks of pain to add to the teasing pleasure of it.
It was hard to think with so much going on, the light touches just enough of a distraction to scatter his thoughts. There was something off here, something wrong but -
At that moment those teasing touches turned icy-cold and Jadeite literally jumped – to the best of his ability, tied to the bed and flat on his back as he was – as the sudden temperature made every inch of skin within six inches of Kunzite's wandering fingertips hyper sensitive.
Icy fingers trailed delicate paths down his hips, leaving faint trails of frost that melted in seconds. Jadeite whined, low in his throat, as those fingers trailed even lower and that teasing, frozen hand wrapped around his cock.
It was too much, the earlier teasing, the icy touches, the smirk on Kunzite's face as he watched him try to keep some semblance of composure – Jadeite jerked his hips up to get more of that almost painfully cold grip and the other Tennou promptly released him.
"Oh no, Jadeite, you don't get to set the pace here," Kunzite smirked.
"I give you your marching orders, and you...," he purred, "Obey." As if to illustrate his point, he traced one finger from the base to the tip, his other hand holding Jadeite's hips down so he couldn't move. The blonde bit his lip and followed the implicit order, holding still as the other man touched him.
That didn't mean he did it quietly. "On a bit of a power trip – ah! – today fearless?"
"Oh, just one of those days," Was the bemused response, Kunzite taking him in hand with the arm not coated with ice. Jadeite moaned hoarsely as Kunzite held him down again – the blonde had bucked his hips immediately, the sharp contrast between Kunzite's icy hand and his normal one over-sensitizing his nerves. "Stop that or I won't let you get to the fun part."
"T-this isn't enough, fun, for you?" Jadeite panted trying to stay still even as Kunzite kept stroking him, alternating cold and hot touches.
"Oh, no, Jadeite, we're just getting started. I'm going to push you until you're begging me for it." The younger Tennou didn't get a chance to respond as Kunzite dipped his head and blew on the tip of his length, fingers wrapped around the shaft as he started lapping at the head. Jadeite groaned, fingers fisting and jerking his arms reflexively as he tried to buck into the teasing touches.
Kunzite chuckled softly, pausing in his ministrations for the moment. Jadeite whined at the loss, but before he could do more than that the other man had already made his next move, swallowing half his length down easily.
"F-fuck!" The blonde shouted as he felt Kunzite's tongue wrap around his cock, the hot heat of his mouth feeling like heaven and hell. The older man was just as slow with his mouth as he had been with his hands, and every slow flick of his tongue and short suck was driving Jadeite insane. He followed the veins along his shaft with light, almost delicate licks, teased the slit at the head of his cock with taunting slowness, and in general worked to drive the blonde wild with lust.
At this rate, he was going to beg for it. Kunzite pulled his mouth away with a wet pop, immediately sinking down to curl his tongue around the base, licking all the way from root to tip with careful slowness, as if he were savoring a treat. Jadeite jerked his hips futilely, loins aching for more.
Kunzite pulled away with a smirk, wrapping a hand tight around his cock, making sure the blonde didn't get a second to recover or gather his wits.
"Ah, ah, ah, if you want more you'll have to beg for it."
He panted slowly, forcing eyes that had fallen shut in pleasure to stare up at the other man as he tried to calm down, ignore the demands of his cock and the punishing pleasure of that hand still stroking him.
"Takes more than that to make me beg," he growled finally, ignoring the part of himself that demanded that he give in immediately, that he do anything to get that hot mouth back where he wanted it.
"Oh really? Let's see how long this little resistance of yours lasts."