Augh, writing this took me ways too long... but here it finally is, enjoy!
NOTE: SERIOUS SMUT ALERT. If it bothers you, don't read. And btw, this was my first attempt at writing smut, so the smutty parts are pretty cliched. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: Still don't own the characters, just borrow them to have my wicked way with them
Dammit, I still owe Tonkeli a cookie...
Love me tender
chapter three
Hiro sat silently on the floor beside the futon on which Shuichi lay. He let his eyes wander over the incredibly beautiful creature in front of him, over and over again, never getting enough.
He marveled at the long, shimmering eyelashes, trembling every once in a while with a slight frown of the pink brows, flushed cheeks and adorably pouty lips.
The perfectly smooth, silk-like skin...
It was now marred with horrid bruising, and Hiro momentarily closed his eyes to shut out the pain Shuichi must have been in. The pain Hiro couldn't help but take into his own body and soul, suffering it in his own heart.
But he couldn't help looking, either.
Shuichi made a little sound, not quite murmuring but rather a small whimper, and his lips parted slightly. Hiro was mesmerized by the sight displaying itself before him, and lifted his hand to gently stroke one pale cheek.
Shuichi's eyes snapped open and Hiro swiftly pulled away his hand with rush of blood turning his face somewhat red.
"Uh, are you feeling any better?" he asked.
Shuichi's brain couldn't quite digest the question, being as mind bogglingly complex as it was, so instead he just looked groggily around the small, dimly lit room.
"...where am I?" he managed after a while.
Hiro had dressed Shuichi in one of his pajamas, though it looked more like a tent on him. The sagging clothes suddenly made him realize just how fragile and vulnerable the smaller boy's frame was compared to his, and the realization only made him blush more if possible. Hiro was furiously trying to avoid looking at the patch of smooth skin revealed by the pajama top that kept sliding off Shuchi's shoulder. He scratched nervously the back of his neck.
"My place. My bedrooom, to be exact, I...uh, carried you here."
Now that didn't come out quite the way it should have.
Shuichi seemed confused, and when he raised his hand to brush away a few persistend strands of hair out of his eyes, sudden waves of dull pain radiated through his body.
"What...?"
Memories of the night before flooded his mind. He instantly felt like throwing up, and that's what he'd propably have done, had he had anything in his stomach to throw up. Instead he just closed his eyelids against the hot, stinging pain, trying to keep it all inside.
Yuki had beaten him up, bad. Raped him. Sure he'd been mean before, cruel even, but he'd never before forced himself on Shuichi like he now had. And even though it had hurt before, the agony he was now in was something he'd never experienced before. The constant insulting and coldness he could easily endure, but now he felt completely lost.
Because he loved Yuki.
When Shuichi's eyes opened and he raised them to meet Hiro's, something in his heart reached out with all the emotion he'd kept locked up for so long. The deep purple that was shining with endless sorrow and desperation, was searching for the slightest source of consolation, and he was more than willing to grant it.
Hiro gently closed his arms around Shuichi and slowly started rocking them both back and forth, mumbling soothing words every time Shuichi began his quiet sobbing.
oOo
Yuki Eiri was leaning against the glass doors of N-G studio building, panting heavily. He might have been out of his mind, but right then he was even more out of breath after running all the way to where he was, even though it wasn't that long a run. He was after all in a pretty bad shape, both physically and mentally, let alone emotionally.
After a while of catching his breath and collecting himself in general he pushed past the doors and into the spacious lobby. The first thing he noticed was that people were looking at him. Scratch that, more like staring. Logically thinking it could have been the fact that he was pretty famous and had been in the highlights lately, or that he must have looked like a total mental case at the moment he rushed in due to his bruised and unshaven face and bloodshot eyes, among other various factors. Propably the latter.
Eiri made his way to the elevators, glancing around like a skittish horse, and hit the button for the top floor. The ride took long, and the more time passed in silence, the more nervous he grew. The mask of cool demeanor and nerves of steel he'd kept pasted on himself for almost as long as he could remember was falling apart and he knew it. The worst part being, he couldn't do a thing to prevent it.
Finally the elevator came to an abrupt stop with a horrid "bling" sound that resonated in Eiri's ears and sounded more like the bells of doom had tolled their last. He stepped out and his feet immedietely sank into the maroon coloured fitted carpet that covered the floor of the longest imaginagle corridor, leading to a massive oak door. Eiri swallowed hard and started walking.
oOo
Seguchi Tohma was resting his half lidded eyes over the magnificent view of Tokyo bathing in sunlight, sitting on the huge, dark brown leather chair in his office. He lazily flung his legs over one armrest, and when he heard someone knocking on the door a feral smile crept over his lips. He knew who it was, but before letting him in he picked up the phone on his desk and invited one more guest.
oOo
Eiri's fervent knocking hadn't earned any response from the other side of the door, and he was starting to feel like he'd soon break down the whole thing when a hand grabbed his shoulder and harshly spun him around. Suddenly he was face to face with a loose, black necktie, wich confused him to some extent. When he looked up about one and a half feet higher he discovered a pair of piercing, ice-blue eyes, staring down at him. The tall gaijin's gaze was cold and calculating, yet somehow mischievous as he forcefully slammed Yuki against the wall with a loud thump.
oOo
Seguchi closed his eyes for a moment, then got up from his chair and began walking towards the door.
oOo
Yuki felt hands roaming all over his body and at first thought that this guy whose badge claimed that he worked for NG was simply checking him for guns and such, but when rough lips attacked his and a tongue claimed access to his mouth, he started to panic. The hands were tugging on the hem of his shirt and were slid under the waistband of his pants when suddenly the door beside them silently swung open.
Eiri's heart skipped a few beats at the sight of Tohma, wearing a loose, forest green silk shirt along with a pair of black leather slacks, raising a questioning eyebrow at the two men.
"Claude?"
Claude Winchester gave his boss a sidelong glance.
"Yeees?"
"I see you have taken a headstart. Hands off." Tohma flashed a sweet smile.
Claude reluctantly withdrew his hands from under Yuki's clothes and put some distance between them.
"And Yuki?"
The words sent a shiver down Yuki's spine.
"...yes?" he asked shakily.
"Would you please come inside?"
Yuki's eyes went wide and he followed Seguchi inside the office. Seguchi suddenly stopped and turned around.
"Claude?"
"Yes?"
"Would you mind joining us?"
Claude smirked and loosened his tie a bit more.
"It'd be my pleasure."
He stepped inside and pulled the door shut after himself, taking position beside it, leaning against the wall with his arms folded. Seguchi had already started hunting Yuki down, seemingly casual, pacing on the hardwood floor and at the same time driving his prey towards the huge leather chair.
"Claude, your tie" he gave a calm command, eyes fixed on Yuki's, never breaking the contact.
Claude took a few swift strides from the shadows, and was behind Yuki before his brain could register what was happening. Out of the blue, Tohma closed the distance between the two, and sealed their lips in a tender, yet passionate kiss. His arms snaked around Yuki's neck and everything around him ceased to exist.
The kiss broke abruptly, and Yuki discovered that his wrists were bound with Claude's necktie. The next thing he knew, Tohma had pushed him against the chair and when the back of his knees made contact with its edge and gave in he fell down on it, arms completely trapped behind him.
Without wasting a moment, Tohma climbed on the chair to straddle Eiri's lap and began to slowly unbutton his own shirt, enjoying how Eiri writhed under his weight. When he was done, he proceeded to unbutton Eiri's shirt, and Yuki gave a little moan as light fingertips drew invisible lines down his chest. They reached the fly of his pants, fiddling with it for a while, and when a delicate hand closed around the obvious bulge in his crotch, he gasped.
Claude had returned to his position beside the door, and was watching the activities going on on the massive chair with growing interest.
Seguchi smiled approvingly at Eiri's reaction and slid off his lap. He stood up, and pulled of Eiri's pants, then got rid of his own. The dark green of his shirt billowed around him as he climbed again on top of Yuki, whose white one was bundled around his arms, making him even more unable to move.
Tohma latched his mouth on Yuki's, biting and sucking, taking everything and giving nothing in return. Yuki let out a muffled cry of pain as sharp teeth drew blood and the cry immediately turned into one of pleasure as Seguchi grabbed his straining cock. At first the caresses were soft and gentle, in the next second they would turn almost violent, it was like he was on a neverending rollercoaster ride of pain and pleasure.
After a whle Yuki was about to pass put, cock still leaking and straining for release, chest heaving erratically. Tohma was quite satisfied with the results of his ministrations.
"Claude?"
"Yes?" came an answer right behind him, and he mentally jumped with surprise.
"Gimme a hand here, would you?"
"I'd be glad to." Tohma could more feel the words whispered on the skin of his neck than hear them. He felt a hand snake down his chest as the fingers of the other were pushed inside his mouth and he greedily began sucking on them.
The hand had moved from Tohma's chest to cup his ass, and soon the other one left his mouth to gently probe at his entrance, slicking it. Claude knew Tohma didn't want to waste too much time on this, so he simply plunged three fingers inside him at once.
Tohma inhaled sharply at the penetration, retching forward, one hand on each armrest and forehead resting against the helplessly writhing Yuki's shoulder. Claude started to wiggle his fingers inside Tohma whose breath hitched and he pushed back on the fingers. Claude leaned over him and gently nibbled on one earlobe, his actions making the body beneath him freeze.
A sign that he'd gone too far.
"Enough."
Claude decided to play a little.
He continued to lick a wet path along Seguchi's jaw, then bit down hard on the delicate flesh of his neck.
Seguchi grabbed the hand that was making its way around his waist and towards his cock on the wrist.
"Enough."
The hand withdrew, as well as the other one inside him. But it had already done its job, and Claude pressed one last soft kiss on the nape of Tohma's neck and then once again returned to his position beside the door.
Tohma grabbed Yuki's cock, slipping a small ring around it, then smearing the pre-come all over its length and fixing his eyes on Yuki's. With his hand he guided its tip to his entrance, and sank down on its full length. Yuki tilted his head and his mouth opened in a silent scream.
Tohma withdrew almost all the way, not coming down again. Yuki couldn't take it anymore, he felt like he was going to explode, and when he thrust his hips up to get to feel more of the gloriously tight heat, Tohma threw a furious hit across his face once again. The pain made him hiss, and Tohma smiled at his suffering. Smiled as he plunged back down, burying Yuki's cock inside himself to the hilt.
Yuki felt the stinging pain on his cheek, the taste of blood in his mouth and the indescribeable pleasure of having Tohma all around him, teeth gnawing on his flesh, nails digging into his shoulders and tongue invading his mouth mingle into one, burning sensation, pooling inside his stomach. But still the ring around his cock was keeping him from coming.
Seguchi smiled smugly, inching closer to his own completion, cheeks slightly flushed and chest heaving. He angled himself better so that he'd get more of the delicious friction inside him, and after a few more movements he moaned softly, coming all over Eiri's chest.
Tohma licked off a few rivulets of his own cum that clung to Yuki's face, pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead and slipping off of his still achingly hard erection. He got up, tidied himself up a bit before pulling on his pants and started for the door. Yuki was left writhing on the chair, and Tohma could feel his desperate eyes on his back. Halfway through the door he stopped, turning to face Claude who was still leaning against the wall.
"Claude?"
Claude made no effort to hide the fact that he was staring at Yuki, eyes filled with lust.
"Yes?"
"You may do whatever you please with him, seeing as how you haven't yet had your release."
Sharp, white teeth flashed in the shadows.
"Thank you, sir" came the response in a husky tone.
The heavy door was pulled shut without a sound.
TBC
Please R&R. Pretty please. Phonebooth molestation coming up on next chapter!