Ritsuka
If Seimei did it, then so can I
I have no worldly idea why I had agreed to do this. It's not like Soubi had lowered himself to begging or anything; just the opposite actually, he hadn't asked, hadn't mentioned it in any way. But the barely there pleading quality to his eyes whenever I was angry with him was… haunting. If it meant enough to him for his poker face to crack, even so slightly.... But I had adamantly refused, until now that is.
I glance down at him, it looks unbearable, I wouldn't have been able to take it. At the beginning of all this, I had struggled, tried to convince myself that if this was what he really wanted, what he had been used to, who was I to try and refuse him? He was giving me (however indirectly) the answers that I so desperately needed. It's only fair that I give him something in return. And I am going to try my damnedest to give it to him, I owed him at least as much, but not just that I… I loved him. I would cater to his masochism it the pain would leave his eyes.
A half-choked groan brought my wandering attention back to him.
"Are you okay?" I ask, concerned. I know the objective of this game is to take out my anger on him, assert my authority over him, but… I already think I won't be able to forgive myself, and I haven't even started.
Soubi opens his mouth but closes it, apparently deciding that this answer he should keep to himself. "I'... m fine... continue," he somehow manages to cough out. I don't understand how he could even do that; the chain around his neck was woefully tight; it must be hell to speak past. I guess to prove just how alright he is, he knocks the knife I have against his skin aside and pulls me down for a long kiss. Somehow, during this kiss, I end up straddling his hips; I had been nearer to his head. He pushes up, grinding our hips together.
Mind-numbing spirals of pleasure soar through my body and end up in a burning pool between my legs. I unconsciously lean forward a little to balance my weight on my empty left hand; in my right hand is the chain that goes to the collar around Soubi's neck. I don't really notice that the chain is choking him until his throat makes that 'need air' noise. I lean back the relieve the tension and let him breathe but he drags me back down and reaches up to loosen the collar connecting us. He leans forward and licks at the newly exposed skin of my neck, soothing the raw edges where the leather had been rubbing at my skin. I moan, it's all getting to be too much.
The bindings are degrading and the way he insisted I don't talk is saddening to some degree, but this is what Soubi wants. I'm sure he is aching in more than one way; I'm on the brink of ordering him not to hold himself back and come first this time. But through out this whole ordeal there has been one thing nagging at the back of my mind. One thing that I didn't forget about, even as I came and Soubi stopped, falling just short of his own orgasm.
If Seimei had done it this way then so would I.
A/N: Bondage (literally!), I can't imagine (apparently I can) Ritsuka actually doing this but he was obsessed with being like Seimei, and Seimei was a sadistic freak