Fushimi

Fushimi woke to one of the worst headaches he'd ever received. A buzz of electricity near his cheek sent his eyes flying open. Slightly unfocused, they could make out the blurred form of Mikoto Suoh. The Red King. Shifting to the side he also noticed a taser so close to Fushimi's cheek it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. "You're awake. Too bad, it was just going to get interesting."

The Red King leaned away from him and Fushimi took in his surroundings. He was suspended upright by red aura infused ropes wrapped to a pole. His jacket, undershirt, and glasses gone. His feet barely touched the ground and his wrists ached unless he stood on tiptoe. He couldn't see much from the darkness behind Mikoto but he could tell it was a room. A room fit for a king…he was bound in a closet. A. Fucking. Closet.

He was going to ask the King what was transpiring when he remembered just what had went down. Mr. Kusanagi had offered him a drink. He knew the gesture was awkward, but he'd accepted it anyway. A martini it had been. He'd wanted to decline, but if there was a rule the whole city followed, it was that if Mr. Kusanagi offered you a drink, you didn't refuse. Now look where the damn bartender had gotten him.

Fushimi only offered the King a sneer. "Drugging me? Really?" he questioned with a malicious edge in his tone. "It was the only way to detain you unharmed" Mikoto revealed seeming none too abashed by his actions. "And for what reason am I being detained?" Fushimi pressed. "We'll get to that" Mikoto promised. "First we have to rid ourselves of our audience but, I need you to keep quiet. Think you can manage?" Fushimi opened his mouth to issue a snide remark and ended up with a bit of cloth in his mouth instead. Before he could blink the Red King was wrapping another piece of cloth around his head and infusing it with aura so it blocked his vocals.

Drugged, bound and now gagged? Today was just not Fushimi's day. "I thought not" Mikoto concluded stepping back from him and closing the closet doors. Even with them closed, Fushimi could still see from the slats in the wood, albeit his eyes refused to focus. In the darkness he could make out the form of a person laid on a bed. Across the room Mikoto was walking towards a wall and flipped on a light revealing features Fushimi knew all too well. Glasses or no glasses, Misaki's hair was easily recognizable. Misaki was asleep… on Mikoto's bed.

Fushimi's felt his blood boil at the sight; he gave the door a vicious kick much to the Red King's dismay. Misaki's eyes opened and he startled awake at the racket. Mikoto held out a hand to Misaki, expression blank as ever. "You should head to your own bed" the Red King chastised lightly. Fushimi watched as Misaki reached out to accept the hand letting the King haul him up. He gave a quiet yawn and an apology before he began to shuffle out. Fushimi went to slam his foot into the door again, but red aura wrapped around both of his ankles holding them down. Still his rustling gave Misaki pause. "Did you hear that Miko.." "Bed" Mikoto ordered. Misaki looked at the King in question but the look he received for dawdling made him quickly disappear into the dark hall.

Mikoto waited, listening to the footsteps fading down the hall before he turned back to the closet and opened it . He seemed amused by the harsh glare directed his way. "Don't let your mind wander" The Red King insisted. "He had a bad dream about ghosts and came to talk. I figured I'd let him sleep to keep him from meeting you at the bar. Couldn't have him worrying about you." Fushimi was trying to argue that Misaki's choices weren't Mikoto's to make and the vanguard could see him whenever he damn pleased, but to no avail for sake of the gag.

The Red King seemed to know exactly what Fushimi was trying to say regardless. "If this goes the way I've got planned, you'll see Yata a lot more. You won't have to stalk him." The Red King relayed silently. Fushimi could feel his face turning red at being caught. He wouldn't call it stalking. He only wanted to make sure Misaki was ok. "I'll make you a deal" Mikoto drawled bringing his hand up to trace lines up and down Fushimi's side. Fushimi tried to move away, the bonds however, wouldn't let him. The gesture looked like it was supposed to be comforting, maybe even sensual, but Fushimi knew better. It felt more like the King was testing him, sizing him up for the take down. It felt dangerous.

The King's eyes drifted over to the bed that Misaki had occupied not moments ago. Fushimi swore he could see the lisp of a smile forming. "I'm going to fuck you" Mikoto stated suddenly. Fushimi's eye became saucers at the proclamation. He thrashed as viciously as his bonds would allow. The effort only bringing him exhaustion. Mikoto waited patiently for his panic to quell and rather quickly Fushimi managed to tire himself out.

"You didn't let me finish" Mikoto continued. The Red King's hand travelled to the fearful Blue's pants, unzipping them. "If I can make you cum, you will secretly rejoin the Red Clan and assist me when I need you. If I can't, you can take Misaki with you back to Scepter 4. It should be easy to resist considering your hatred for me" the Red King relayed.

Fushimi continued to shake his head which only brought the Red King amusement. "You seem to be under the impression I'm giving you a choice. Either way I'm taking you. I have my own needs to settle. "You can blame your 'Captain' for that. I'm only compensating you for the inconvenience." Fushimi stared at the floor contemplating the options he had but the Red King was quick to shoot them down. "Take the offer or leave it, doesn't matter to me. You're a logical person Saruhiko. You know there's no way out of this."

The Red King was right about that. He weighed the options against each other and gave an uncomfortable huff. If he could withhold his sexual desires, which he knew he'd have no problem with, he could take Misaki. That alone was enough to gamble…He met the Kings stare with one of his own, the promise of a challenge burning in his eyes. Mikoto gave him the once over walking behind him slowly and nodding. "Your test starts now."

Fushimi felt his pants drop and closed his eyes. He tried focus on something else, anything else. He pictured him and Misaki hanging out, the Captain's anger at finding out he'd missed a day, explaining all of this to Seri. His thoughts were cut out as he felt a probe at his entrance. He bit his lip hard. He could do this…for Misaki.

A finger entered him slowly, coated in a viscous liquid. It didn't move at first and Fushimi had to keep himself from hyperventilating. He focused on his breathing, timing the seconds between each breath, anything but the current situation. Again the thoughts were broken by movement. The finger began to move and Fushimi winced as a second finger was quickly added. He was hell-bent on being silent, and only bit further into his lip; he was sure he'd broken skin by now.

The sticky substance quickly clung to his insides. At first he was too focused on not focusing, but as he tried he began to feel weird where the gel had been applied. One second it was a slight tingle, the next the gel was burning hot inside of him. Not painfully so, but enough to be uncomfortable. Fushimi's brow furrowed in uncertainty. What had been in that liquid? He was so hot on the inside he was sweating, but at the same time shivers racked him from the cold surrounding him. It was as if he'd suddenly caught a high fever.

The more Mikoto moved his fingers the hotter it got. The pain of being stretched was replaced by waves of hot and cold shivering. It felt like his own blue electric aura was turning on him. "Relax" Mikoto ordered and Fushimi could feel a third finger join the others. He gave a small frustrated groan that didn't make it past the gag. Being logical, as Mikoto had mentioned before, Fushimi was getting the feeling he was going to lose this test to whatever this liquid was…There was no way. It was still Mikoto doing these things. If there was one person Fushimi hated most in the world it was Mikoto. How could he appreciate the way the King was making him feel?

The gentle burning was spreading through his entire being and to make things worse the King had started to ravage his collarbone and was slowly moving up the Blue's neck. All the while things kept getting hotter. Fushimi felt like he was being cooked alive, but not in a bad way. In a way that making hard not to enjoy it. Just as the thought crossed his mind Mikoto's fingers brushed something that made Fushimi jerk harshly against his restraints. The Blue's eyes widened equally fearful and baffled as a noise erupted from his throat to follow the movement.

The Red Kings fingers returned atop that particular spot and pressed hard. It invoked the same, if not a stronger reaction. Fushimi's entire body rippled with a strange sensation and he drew his knees up as much as his bonds would allow in an attempt to quell it. It felt like he was going to combust from the energy the spot emitted. "Ah, now I have you cornered" the Red King boasted rubbing his fingers up and down on the spot. Fushimi's body shook at rapid sparks blazing through him. He couldn't even keep himself up afterwards, only the ropes kept him from falling.

The King viewed the sight appreciatively before withdrawing his fingers. It gave Fushimi a chance to breathe, though at this point he was more so panting for air. He didn't know what to think about to distract him. He heard a snap of fingers and his arms were released, though his hands were still bound. Without the bar's support he collapsed to the floor.

The Red King kneeled down near him and brushed the hair back from his face. Fushimi stared at him like one would a snake that had just bitten them. Mikoto's hand moved towards his face and as much as he loathed himself for it, Fushimi flinched. He felt a tug at the gag and it fell. "No need to keep quiet any longer" the king mused. Fushimi stared at him until the king moved behind him and he felt hands grasp his legs spreading them. He tried his hardest to keep them together but the red king was having none of it.

"Stop fighting it and admit you're enjoying yourself" Mikoto mumbled. Fushimi shook his head closing his eyes tightly at a pushing sensation at his entrance. Something much bigger than a finger. The king wasn't gentle about it and opted for a continuous push. Fushimi's nails raked the carpet at the feeling. It didn't hurt as bad as he'd expected but it felt good.

Every push was followed by a tingling sensation that wracked him. He tried to keep quiet, tried to ignore what was happening but the stimulation was too much. When Mikoto was fully sheathed inside of him, the movement stopped. Fushimi could feel the Red King press against him, leaning in close and felt teeth on his ear. "How bad do you want him Fushimi?" No matter how much he tried he couldn't form words. He was shaking, panting, sweating like crazy. The gel felt like liquid fire and Mikoto felt like a match inside him flaring that fire even higher.

He heard Mikoto chuckle at his speechlessness. The king leaned back just a bit and held onto his hips and he pulled out only to thrust back in a second later. Fushimi dug his head into his arms at the feeling. That good feeling that spread through him. With every thrust it was getting better, there was virtually no pain and the pain that existed only made each thrust more exciting. The king was right, Fushimi liked this feeling. He loved it.

"Do tell me how much you love being in the blues. How much you don't want to see Misaki. Having Munakata annoy you daily, it must be riveting." Fushimi groaned in protest feeling very much on the edge of his rope. The thrusts slowed and Mikoto pulled out. Fushimi let his head rise a bit in question but was flipped onto his back before he could say anything.

He stared up at Mikoto trying not to shiver at the way those amber eyes made him feel. "Tell me how much you hate this Fushimi" the king teased as he reentered him. Fushimi couldn't formulate an answer. He let his head fall back and closed his eyes. He was going to lose. That much was clear. He could feel his orgasm building to a crescendo and the king going faster above him. There was no way to hold it back.

Just when he felt on the edge, Mikoto grabbed him by the base and Fushimi let out a shuddering whine. "Let me make something very clear" Mikoto said. Fushimi could feel the kings eyes on his burnt HOMRA mark. "You're my clansman you always have been and you always will be. If you disobey me or annoy me it will be the last thing you do. You won't say anything to Misaki about what happened tonight but you will behave around him. If I feel you're getting out of line you will be in this same position. Do you understand?"

Fushimi shook his head vigorously but Mikoto only pounded into him harder. His body trembled and begged for release but his mind wanted to run, to refuse. "Your mine either way. You can prolong your torture if you wish. I hold no objections" Mikoto mentioned. His hand grabbed one of Fushimi's and Fushimi could feel the same rush of pain he'd felt the first time his HOMRA mark had been placed on him. It wasn't necessarily bad, however it stung.

The combined feelings made his mind blank. His mouth opened but no sound came out, his eyes stared into the kings but he wasn't seeing. "I want you to say it Saruhiko. What's your clan?" "Scepter 4" Fushimi said automatically. "Wrong." Mikoto retracted his hand from Fushimi's and soon the sound of electricity filled the air. Then the feeling hit him. He felt the taser from earlier on the inside of his thigh.

He cried out as the volts simmered inside him for a few seconds. Afterward, Mikoto withdrew the taser and Fushimi let out an uneven breath staring up at the king if fear. Cloaked in his red and still relentlessly pounding Fushimi to the edge of insanity, he looked like a demon. "What's your clan?" Mikoto demanded again. Fushimi felt his brain kick up again and whispered "HOMRA." He felt the taser again and couldn't even form a scream. He quivered until the taser let up and when it was gone his entire body collapsed.

He couldn't take it anymore. He looked up at his king and pleaded. "HOMRA! HOMRA is my clan!...please…" With the last word his eyes closed shut and he refused to move again. He heard the taser hit the ground and arms wrap around him picking him up off the ground. It only impaled him further, but at this point he couldn't bring himself to care. He was so lost. Just in need of release and closure. The thrusts got deeper, his whines got louder and the room got hotter.

Then it hit him like a tidal wave. Finally, an orgasm. It felt like being tased again, but instead of pain he was blinded by pleasure. A burst inside of him cooled the burning sensation to a dull warmth and he wasn't shaking as bad. He laid his head tiredly on Mikoto's shoulder when the king pulled out of him. He didn't have the strength to do otherwise.

Mikoto was speaking, but to Fushimi it was fuzzy whispers. He turned his head to stare blankly at the Red King who noticed his wavering consciousness. He closed his eyes only to have them flying open at the feeling of arms lifting him. He narrowed his eyes at the King who ignored the stare whilst walking Fushimi to the bed. Fushimi was sure there was a sarcastic comment bubbling in him somewhere, but it died the moment Mikoto dropped him on the bed. He was so exhausted. The Red King left him to his own devices as he left the room. Fushimi only let out a tired sigh curling up the best he could on the King's bed and slipped into a deep sleep.

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"Saru! Aye! Monkey!"

"Stop yelling" Fushimi demanded as he dug his head further into the pillows. He noticed his restraints were gone as was the pain from his renewed tattoo. Thankfully his clothes were back in place and the asshole King had even put a blanket over him at some point. "What are you doing here?" Misaki asked. "I came back" Fushimi decided. It was a buyable story. "You should….You what?" Fushimi turned to look up at Misaki. A truly beautiful sight. The bewildered look in those hazel eyes. "I'm back with HOMRA Mi-sa-ki" Fushimi stated.

Misaki stumbled on his words and Fushimi held out a hand. "I'm not going to leave you again, and it's not a joke. I'm back and I'm not going anywhere." As soon as the last word left him Misaki practically flew into his arms. He could tell the other was crying. Years and years of being friends told him everything he needed to know to comfort the smaller one. He hugged him close, grabbed the blanket and pulled it over Misaki.

They weren't going to leave this bed the rest of the day.

A/N:

I want thoughts on whether I should continue this story or not. I'm happy to, because I have ideas for it and maybe some Mikoto/ Munakata vibes and even a little threesome in the mix but I want to know if you want me to move forward? Yay? Nay?