It was soft fingers threading through his hair that woke him. He was entirely unsure how he'd managed to fall asleep in the first place, bound as he was. He knew he hadn't been drugged. His mind was quite clear, though his vision bleary, but it was certainly from his napping.

"Rise and shine, sweet boy," a velvety voice intoned.

The owner of the voice seemed obnoxiously smug, but the captive thought little of it. Instead, he raised his head towards the sound, the heavy chain of the collar he wore clinking and clanking as he shifted. A groan slipped from him as he registered the soreness in his neck and back. The muzzle gag that covered his mouth muffled the noise. The muscles of his shoulders were bunched and painful, his wrists chained to the floor on either side of him, pulling the sinews taut. And his knees…he wouldn't even start on the ache in his knees, supporting the whole of his weight on the rubber matting beneath him.

It had been impossible for him to lie down and rest, as a panel was set up behind him to prevent him from lowering to his belly and extending his legs. The way his arms were pulled away from his body and secured to the bolts in the floor made it impossible for him to stand up and reposition himself to sit. Even if he had been able to do so, such action would have only put more pressure on his upper body.

A soft hum reached his ears and he flushed as he belatedly realized that he had made the noise himself, a quiet response to the hand that still carded through ivory strands. He was ashamed when he found himself leaning into the touch as well manicured nails scratched at his scalp. God, that felt so great. If only he could…

"Are you ready to play, love?"

Red eyes flicked up to meet gold, a huff of breath escaping him. A bright smile from his captor had the wheels turning in the head of the bound man, wondering what was in store for him. His curiosity was quickly sated when the raven turned to the door and called out, "Come!"

And there she was.

Her hair was down, curled into loose ringlets that framed her face and cascaded down her back. Emerald eyes were lined in black, and a sheer white dress adorned her body. A simple halter style with a deep V that plunged just below her sternum. It was absolutely obscene.

He loved it.

A collar of white leather was clasped snugly around a slender throat, accentuating the milky paleness of her skin. It was accented with a gold d-ring and three rivets on either side of it in a matching hue. It occurred to him that such a sign of ownership should not be so arousing. But hell if it wasn't hot as fuck.

He groaned again as she made her way towards his tormentor, chains rattling in protest as he strained against their hold. He wanted to touch, ravage, defile. She was his and he wanted to remind her of that fact. Make sure she was marked, claimed, owned by him.

Mine, mine, MINE!

"Now, Soul, is that anyway to behave?"

He stilled instantly. The tone of voice was teasing, but Soul understood the underlying threat those words held. He could only watch as a thin arm snaked out to wrap around the narrow waist of the woman who had joined them, holding back a growl as his captor ran his lips along the jaw of his beloved. He was unable to hold back his shiver when she sighed and smiled at the other's advances.

"Maka," the taller man spoke lowly, "what do you think of the pet I have acquired for you?"

Green eyes scanned Soul's form thoughtfully, blatantly ogling his naked form before leaning into the embrace of the man behind her.

"He is quite lovely, Master Kid."

"Suitable for your purposes? Because he is certainly well suited for mine."

Maka stepped forward and knelt before Soul, one delicate hand reaching out to gently massage at the side of his neck while the fingers of her free hand traced over the straps of his muzzle.

"I think he's quite perfect, Sir. May I?" she spoke as turned her head back to the young Master, waiting for permission to proceed.

He offered a curt nod and she smiled as she began unbuckling the straps that held her pet's mouth hostage. She had plans. Well, Kid had plans. She was all too happy to be a part of them, though, and she reveled in the sharp intake of breath Soul allowed himself when his mouth was freed. Nothing about the muzzle had particularly restricted his breath, it just felt good to take in fresh air instead of the stale oxygen forced upon him by the gag.

Soft lips were pressed to his cheekbones before Maka stood again. She returned to Kid's side, waiting in silence for his orders. Though she was confident and strong in her actions towards Soul, the reality was that she really held no more power than he did at the moment. She was simply bound by the word of her master as opposed to the metal of chains.

Kid's hand slid over Maka's side and he nipped at her neck, though his eyes never left those of the other male. He smirked as he watched nostrils flare and a flush that began to creep up Soul's neck in a combination of frustration and arousal. The albino was so deliciously easy to rile up and it pleased the raven immensely.

A gentle kiss was pressed to Maka's temple before Kid moved away from her and bid her to stay where she was. He dropped into a squat, resting easily on the balls of his feet, saffron eyes boring into ruby, the tips of their noses brushing.

"If I turn you loose, will you be a good boy?"

Soul blinked once, an acknowledgment of promised obedience.

Kid smiled, tipping forward just a fraction to steal a kiss from the larger male. He was pleasantly surprised when Soul's mouth opened for him, and he took the opportunity to briefly sweep his tongue along the ridges of the other's mouth. When Kid pulled away he had to suppress a shiver as Soul stared at him with an unbridled heat lingering in his gaze.

The Master pulled a key from the breast pocket of his jacket, deftly unlocking the collar and manacles that kept his charge secured to the floor. Soul never moved. He allowed the Shinigami to gently rub his wrists and work out a couple knots in his neck, eyes slipping closed when random kisses were pressed to his nape. A moan escaped him, unbidden, when teeth firmly sunk into the juncture of his shoulder and throat.

Kid beckoned to Maka who quickly moved to stand before the pair, the whole of her weight resting on one leg while the ball of her other foot was the only contact it had with the floor. The action forced a creamy thigh through a slit in her dress, and there was an appreciative hum that sounded from the men. She wasn't sure which one had made the noise, but she supposed it really didn't matter. It mattered even less when Kid made his way behind her to toy with the clasp that held the halter together.

"Maka," he murmured, "tell me what good dogs get when they've been obedient."

"They get rewarded, Sir."

Kid nodded in agreement, flicking open the clasp, allowing the top of the dress to fall and reveal rosy nipples. Of course she was braless, and Soul couldn't help but whimper from his place on the floor. But he didn't budge. Not even when Kid's fingers slid forward to tease at the hardening buds, pinching and rolling them to elicit surprised little gasps from his sweet little plaything.

"I think it's time we rewarded your pet, no?"

Maka shuddered, nodding her agreement.

The flimsy hold that had remained on Maka's gown was released, and it pooled to the floor in a rippling puddle of chiffon and satin. Soul practically convulsed at Maka's nudity. He had expected something to be there…anything. A thong, a chastity belt (one never knew with Kid), but she was bare as the day she was born, and he was dying to get his hands on her. Fingers twitched against the matting of the floor and he practically vibrated with need. But he couldn't move. Not yet. If he moved, whatever reward he had coming to him would surely disappear. He could be chained back up and left again for Death knows how long!

Soul's gaze darted back and forth between his Master and his love, unsure what to do with himself. His breath hitched when one of Maka's legs was thrown over his shoulder, her slit a slant couple of inches from his face. All he had to do was flick out his tongue, and he could taste her. She was right there. Right there!

He couldn't contain the rumbling within his chest, but he dutifully flicked his eyes up to Kid's face, and then back to Maka's crotch. Back up to his face to watch Maka's hands lace behind his head, her back bowing to force her pelvis further forward. She was clean shaven, as Master hated mess, and that made it easy to see how swollen and slick she already was. Heat rolled off her in waves, and he could smell her, musky, wet, delicious…his.

But not until Master said.

"Do you want her, Soul?"

A strangled moan and the barely steady singular blink of his eyes was his response.

"Such patience, sweet boy. Lick."

The albino's tongue extended seemingly of its own accord, drawing a long stripe from the opening of Maka's exposed core right up to her clit. Her high pitched whine went straight to his groin and his hips jerked without his permission, his own arousal bobbing between his legs. And then he was lapping at her, eyes still darting up as some sort of assurance that this was allowed. When he wasn't reprimanded, Soul leaned further forward, palms pressed flat against the floor as he suckled swollen lips and flicked his tongue over the rose bud at the apex of her sex.

"What do we say to good dogs, lovely?" Kid rumbled, the pads of his fingers lightly grazing over tight nipples.

"G-good dog!"

"Ah, Maka, I think he deserves better than that, don't you?"

Soul whimpered weakly, though he hadn't stopped his assault. There was a feast laid out before him, and he was going to gorge himself while he had the chance. His tongue plunged inside her, hot, wet, and nimble, and Maka shrieked and ground herself against his lips.

"Good boy, Soul! So good, so good, right there! Such a good boy!" she cried out, high and desperate.

That only made the larger male more excitable, and he sucked her clit between his lips, fluttering his tongue as his own hips rutted against nothing but air.

"Tsk! So obscene," the Shinigami chided, grinning broad and wild as he gave Maka's nipples a particularly rough pinch. It was his turn to shiver when her rolling hips stuttered against Soul's mouth and she arched her back in such a way that Kid had to support all of her weight.

She pulsed against that talented tongue and cried out again, trying to escape any further stimulation, but the Master was having none of it. Soul had made to pull away, but was promptly corrected by Kid's sharp command.

"I didn't tell you to stop, Soul! Eat her!"

Soul obeyed. And he wasn't gentle about it. He drew the flat of his tongue over the throbbing pearl of flesh again and again, listening as Maka cried out in a combination of pain and curious pleasure. Kid's litanies of praise were doing things to him, and he desperately wanted to find some friction. But if he tried to touch himself he would be punished. He wasn't convinced at this point in time that punishment was worth it.

"That's a good boy, Soul. Get her again! I know you can. Come on, love."

The snarl that pushed from Soul's lungs was nothing short of feral. He panted and whined and drooled as his tongue pressed inside Maka once more, drinking from her happily when she spasmed again before she slumped in Kid's arms. He tried to follow her, but her body had practically collapsed from the strain, and he couldn't reach anymore.

Kid sank to the floor behind her and pulled the still convulsing blonde into his lap, gentle hands skimming her sides and tucking slightly damp her behind her ears. At his beckoning, Soul crawled forward and lay down beside the Shinigami, chin atop the back of his hands. Long fingers carded through is hair again, and he practically purred, the cacophonous rumbling echoing louder when he realized it was Maka petting him.

"Such a wonderful boy. Good puppy," she murmured, clearly exhausted.

The trio rested there for a few minutes. Long enough for Maka's faculties to return to her so she could stand. Soul remained on the floor when Kid stood, gathering Maka in his arms to deposit her gently on the nearby bed. His lips grazed over her hip before he moved away, stretching languidly. What next, what next? There were so many possibilities. Of course, he was still dressed, and wasn't particularly interested in remaining so any longer.

"Soul," Kid called softly. His lips gave an infinitesimal twitch as Soul raised his head to give his attention, but made no other attempt to move. "Come here, my Little Ghost."

Soul complied, padding over in silence and gazing down at his counterpart. They were relatively evenly matched in height at this stage in their lives, but Soul had an inch or two on his Master. His 20s had been kind to him. But even with his larger stature, Soul had no inclination to try and take charge of the situation. It was true he had his moments of petulance and stubbornness, and he had never been a patient person. But when it came down to it, Soul was docile and happily submissive in bedroom settings. His grit and spirit were otherwise saved for the battlefield.

That was why he had no objections when Kid pulled him down for a kiss. It was teasing, but fluid, and Soul chased after thin lips when Kid pulled away slightly. The huff of laughter from Master to pet spurred the taller on, and when he received no reprimand, his hands settled on a thin waist in an attempt to still the Shinigami.

That was a mistake.

Fingers were in his hair, wrenching almost painfully tight, and the angle his Master pulled his head back forced him to his knees. An ominous growl thrummed in Kid's chest as he glared into red irises.

"You were doing so well," Kid spoke evenly, though his displeasure was not masked. "Pity that would you try to be so bold now."

Soul snorted, but did not fight. In fact, he was unable to hold back a bit of smirk, eyes glinting with mischief. Even with his throat forcibly bared, trapped on his knees with nothing to grapple on to, he had never felt more in control. The fierce shine in his Master's eye only stoked the fire that was rising in his gut. Kid stepping forward to grind his clothed crotch against his pet's face made him burn hotter, and he moaned as he mouthed at the fabric.

"What do we do with disobedient pets, Maka?"

The blonde squeaked, surprised that she was being addressed. The two men were standing perpendicular to the bed, giving her a perfect view of their exchange. It had her pressing her thighs together in a vain attempt to relieve some of the pressure.

"Disobedience must be punished, Master," she whispered, shifting uncomfortably atop the sheets.

"Indeed, it must," Kid nodded in agreement. "Undress your Master, Soul."

Soul moved to comply, shaky hands reaching for the Shinigami's belt. This was the one instance where he knew he would not be reprimanded for using his hands. His strangely sharp teeth had ruined more than one belt, and though his Master was rich, he didn't particularly care for replacing Italian leather. Pink lips quirked up in a smile as he remembered the first time he had chewed through one of Master's prized pieces, his memory interrupted by a dark voice.

"You won't be smiling in a minute, Little Ghost."

Soul's face fell, and Kid took that opportunity to kick off his shoes before nudging the other to continue. Clumsy hands flicked open the button of the suit pants, the zipper being drawn down shortly after. Black boxer briefs were slowly revealed as pants were pulled down long legs. Longer than Maka's. Soul had never thought it possible before he had seen Kid naked for the first time. It was undeniable that that was part of the allure for the albino. He was definitely a leg man, regardless of his lover's gender.

Soul peeled away the underwear, gulping as Master's cock made its appearance. He was actually only half hard, even after the display of Maka writhing against Soul's face. He couldn't say he was surprised, though. Kid had a remarkable amount of control over himself. It's what made him a good Master.

Kid tapped his chin lightly before commanding, "Open."

Wine eyes flicked to Maka briefly, wondering how she felt about it all. Playing together wasn't new, but Master tended to work the two of them together, and time apart with one or the other of them watching was not a common occurrence. It made Soul nervous. It made Soul more nervous when he felt the weight of a dick on his tongue, followed by the demand that he suck.

It wasn't that he was averse to sucking dick. This certainly wasn't the first time Master had been in his mouth. But…he'd never done such with Maka watching before. The flush that crept up his neck and over his face was unstoppable. It burned. Soul tamped down his trepidation and curled his tongue around thick flesh, cheeks hollowing minutely as he did as he was told.

Master grew fully hard rather quickly thanks to the masterful work of his pet. Said pet stilled when he was told cross his arms behind his back and open his mouth again. Fuck. Maka was called over to help hold him still. Though it was true he could break her hold if he struggled enough, the petite blonde was unsurprisingly strong. She had wielded him for years, after all. He knew what that body was capable of. And even then, her presence was more of a reminder to remain compliant than any real hindrance to his movement.

"Tell me your color, Soul. Blink once for green, twice for yellow, thrice for red."

Yet again, the pet blinked once.

"Open your mouth, and keep it that way."

His jaw quivered slightly, but Soul complied with the wishes of his Master, mouth dropping open with Kid's cock still heavy on his tongue.

"Hold his head still. I want to watch him swallow every. Last. Inch."

Even as Master spoke he was inching himself into the wet warmth of his pet's mouth. Maka's hand rested against the back of his skull, pushing forward when he tried to lean away from the intrusion. Kid's own hands found his head as well, but he only sunk his fingers into ivory strands, groaning as his length disappeared down his captive's throat.

Soul gurgled slightly, but nothing more than that. He had worked hard over the last few months to rid himself of his gag reflex. It had been tedious, uncomfortable, and literally vomit inducing at some points, but he was more than grateful for the effort he had put into the endeavor. Had he not done so, he would be much worse off than he presently was.

Master was growling as he pressed forward, and the shiver that wracked his body when his pet's throat constricted around his length was highly rewarding. A combination of curse words and praises spilled from his lips and a breathless moan followed shortly after. Pale hair tickled the raven's groin and Soul's nose brushed against clean shaven skin. There was a cock in his throat, three hands in his hair, and one splayed across his naked belly to feel the muscles jumping beneath his skin.

He wished that hand would slip down to stroke him instead. He knew better.

"Take. It. All!" the Shinigami grunted as he punctuated each word with a thrust of his hips. He was panting now, allowing his control to slip. Kid wasn't usually one to put his pleasure at the fore, whether they were in the bedroom or not. He always kept himself in check, stoic and silent unless something needed to be said or done. But then, he had a sadistic streak as well, and it niggled at the back of Soul's mind that this was supposed to be a punishment.

Kid took a single step forward and placed his hand over Maka's on the back of the trapped albino's head. He pushed forward, moaned low and wanton, and halted his motions. But he didn't come. He was close, Soul could tell, because even being shoved down his throat didn't prevent the taste of precome from settling on his taste buds. He couldn't hold back his own moan, the flesh of his Master's cock vibrating between his lips, and that cause Kid to hiss.

"Swallow, Soul."

"Mmmf?" pale eyebrows furrowed, confused. He wasn't able to look up at this angle. Why swallow? Master hadn't come yet…

A bare foot pressed up against naked testicles, startling the prone male.

"I said swallow!" Kid demanded roughly.

Blunt fingernails dug into his abdomen while the hand on his head pushed him forward again. This time he did as commanded, the muscles of his throat rippling over his Master's shaft. Erratic breathing near his ear told Soul that Maka was not distressed, simply aroused. It pleased her to help their Master dominate him. That knowledge caused Soul's throat to convulse again.

"Fuck," the Shinigami whimpered. "Again."

He complied. And then Master's hips were rocking forward in short jerks, skin twitching, breath labored. It wasn't until Kid began withdrawing that Soul understood what he was going to do.

No, no, no, no, SO GROSS!

But there was nothing he could do. He was held fast by strong hands, a brief thought of betrayal flickering across his mind as Maka did nothing to soothe him. Master came across his tongue first, hot and bitter, before pulling away and pumping himself through the rest of his orgasm, whitewashing his pet's face.

"Don't you dare spit it out, Little Ghost," Kid warned.

Moonlit eyebrows knitted together as Soul offered a plaintive whine. It wasn't so much the flavor of jizz that bothered him, though it certainly didn't taste good. It was the texture. It drove him insane. And the longer it sat in his mouth, the harder it would be to swallow…and there was no doubt in his mind that he would have to swallow.

"Show me."

The pet's jaw dropped open to show Master that the inside of his mouth was as white as his hair, some of it escaping to dribble down his chin. He did his best to ignore the splotches that were splashed across his cheeks and forehead.

"Finish it."

God damn it!

Eyelids slipped down over red orbs and he tried to quell the lurch of his stomach while he forced himself to swallow. It was an audible gulp, clearly forced, but he still automatically parted his lips once again to show that he was an obedient puppy.

The Master nodded, but offered no praise. Why would he? His pet was being punished, after all. Although he refused to leave him covered in semen. That was just nasty. He wasn't done playing yet.

"Clean him up, Maka," he spoke softly as he turned away, heading for a dresser against the wall.

It took the Shinigami but a moment to find what he was looking for. An ebony leather collar lined in white satin with gold hardware. "Little Ghost" was embossed deep in the material in an elegant font, and Kid could not help but smile when he looked at it. The collar wasn't just a symbol of ownership. It was far more than that. It was obedience, implicit trust…love.

Maka had accepted a collar quite readily. Boldly, if Kid was to be honest. She had asked to be collared. Maka never did anything half way. But Soul? The only one who owned Soul was Soul. Maka had been his one exception, but she couldn't always provide him with the release he needed. It had taken months of trust building to reach this point. Friendly dinners, sharing a bed with nothing occurring beyond sleeping, Soul learning that it was equally ok to say yes as it was to say no.

He'd had a hard time allowing himself to relinquish control to somebody else. Being wielded in battle was not comparable to what happened in their safe space. But the day the young man had finally broken under the careful hands that bound and exposed him was the day that he had become whole. He acknowledged his trust in Kid, voiced his desire to be pliant and obedient to him. And when Kid had buckled the clasp of the collar around his throat, Soul had breathed the word "Master." The weight of that title, the promise it held, humbled the Shinigami.

It was the first time Soul had referred to him as such without any hesitation.

Thin fingers drew themselves over the edge and he smiled to himself, a small huff of laughter escaping him. That man probably didn't understand how much the Shinigami loved him. It wasn't the same as what Maka felt for him. In fact, in spite of the fact that he'd had Soul's cock in his hand, and his mouth….and his ass…what he felt for the albino man was purely platonic. He was able to play Master to his pet because domination was freeing to him. And to pretend that he wasn't attracted to Soul, well…

He shook his head to clear his mind, taking the opportunity to stretch before padding back over to the now cuddling couple. Maka was draped over Soul's back, her bare breasts pressed to tan skin. She hung off him rather lazily as he held his position on his knees, though he did lean back to nuzzle her lightly, even though his eyes were focused on Master's approach.

"Come, my loves. Time to get down to business."

It was going to be a very, very long night.