Warning: YAOI, explicit acts, you've been warned.

Disclaimer: LOVELESS characters belong to Yun Kouga. Yay for her. /smiley/

A toothy, devious grin grew on Seimei's watering mouth. This was too much. His Sentouki was pressed against the wall, his head tilted back as he giggled and gasped erotically; clutching at the chipping paint. Somewhere in his mind, Seimei knew Nisei was putting on this show only because his promiscuity turned Seimei on; but the sacrifice was in the mood to comply with this performance. Finally, he allowed himself an erection. "My next order…"

Nisei nodded, his anticipation spiking as he waited for Seimei to release his next command. Would his sacrifice pleasure him orally again? Perhaps Seimei would simply skip to the end and screw him. Although Nisei's excited mind could conjure up many other explicit acts to participate in, a good old fuck was always fun. He rolled his tongue in his mouth and flicked his impassioned gaze to Seimei, begging, "Yes?"

The taller man chuckled sadistically and began examining his fingernails, tilting his eyes up to watch as Nisei uncomfortably gauged Seimei's nonchalant reaction. The said man lowered his arms to his waist from their winged position and his expressive face contorted in a confused, disbelieving manner. Both eyebrows furrowed cutely as he attempted to understand his master's motives, but apparently no genius revelation dawned on him. Seimei found it too difficult to resist fooling with his sentouki's two-dimensional mind. His eyes remained trained on his fingers, stretching and clenching the bony digits as he waited for a verbal, questioning protest.

At length, one came. With a satiny voice layered with sugary pleading, Nisei murmured, "Your command, Master?" A flash on hope danced on his face, hoping that Seimei had only misheard him earlier; or, hell, not heard him at all. Now he was loud enough to be heard across the entire room, so undoubtedly Seimei would respond. But as the other stood silent, twisting his head from side to side to watch his tail flick behind his legs, Nisei's hopes were ground up and stomped upon. "…Please?"

Almost immediately Seimei's attention was back on the androgynous man, his narrowed and fiery eyes tearing Nisei's gaze away from his crotch. "Spread your legs." As Nisei jolted to obey him, the sacrifice leisurely removed his glasses and sat them on the wooden lamp-stand. He took his time to carefully fold them correctly, placing the spectacles gently down. The whole process took the majority of two torturous minutes as the petite man jittered near the wall, rising and falling on his toes with his legs spread wide.

"You're out to kill me by way of sexual deprivation, aren't you, Seimei?"

Seimei's whole body froze, his face turning angry and disgusted as he slapped his Sentouki again. "I told you not to speak! I told you to keep quiet!" While shrieking at Nisei, Seimei's hand had traveled past Nisei's ass and pressed two fingers up inside his rectum, prompting a delicious groan from the smaller man. "Now, look," he growled, his face squashed against Nisei's. "Look what you've made me do! I was saving this!" The occupied fingers pushed harder up into his Sentouki, whose face jerked away from Seimei's and tipped backward as he gritted his teeth.

"Apologize, you scumbag," Seimei demanded, digging his nails into Nisei's thigh as his other hand moved in and out at a furious rate. An unsightly and twisted sneer appeared on his face as Nisei's hips jutted against him, his length brushing over Seimei's but inhibited by the jeans. "Apologize," he repeated, hooking his fingers inside Nisei and making his Sentouki gasp.

Between squirms and panting breaths Nisei managed a stuttered, "Gomen…"(1) He figured if Seimei's fingers didn't leave him soon he would ejaculate and dirty Seimei's clothing, and then 'playtime' would never happen again. And he certainly didn't want that outcome. Thankfully, Seimei's fingers left him and trailed around his waist in a suggestive manner; grasping onto his hip.

"Good boy, good slave," Seimei murmured, picking him up and spinning him around so he was facing the wall. A moment passed between the two in which all went still and silent, as if anticipating Seimei's next move. Then the sacrifice put one leg between Nisei's, pushing back on the denim jeans around his calves to prevent any movement whatsoever. "This is the perfect restriction, Nisei. This is it. You can't do anything to stop me."

Nudging his forehead against the hard wall, Nisei only grunted, hoping Seimei would just fuck him and get it over with. He pushed his ass back as far as he could, but the leg keeping his legs spread prevented him from much self-initiated contact. The denim brushing on his thighs made him realize that Seimei was still wearing his jeans. In fact, Seimei was still fully dressed. There had to be some injustice in that! The usual Nisei would have badgered his sacrifice about that minor detail, but right at this moment if Nisei made one more mistake then Seimei was liable to leave him; no matter who was hard.

Seimei's mouth found his sentouki's back, kissing across his shoulder blades and then concentrating on his spinal column. His nimble fingers began to massage Nisei's ribcage and chest, returning to play with his pert nipples as he drew his tongue down to the small of Nisei's back. As he focused on the little indentation above the other's butt he could feel Nisei's reactions; the little shudders, the quiet gasps and heavy breaths. Letting his ear rest against the smaller man's back, Seimei repeated, "Does your body like me here?"

"…of course it does, Master."

With a smirk, Seimei told him, "Then it will definitely love me where I go next." His hands moved down Nisei's torso to stroke the curly pubic hair above his cock, eliciting another groan when his knuckles touched Nisei's erection.

First he removed his leg from between Nisei's and then he squatted so his face was parallel to Nisei's ass. "Nisei, I order you not to ejaculate until I tell you to." That would be a difficult order to obey, Seimei knew, especially when Nisei was already leaking precum. Besides, Seimei knew he would have added trouble when Seimei stuck his tongue right there in that spot that made many a man gasp.

He didn't wait for a reply, choosing to duck his face up under Nisei and push his tongue into the sentouki's entrance. As he had assumed, Nisei jerked in the direction of Seimei, trying desperately to feel more of Seimei inside him. Seimei made little thrusts upward, holding his slave's hips still even as Nisei's craving contested Seimei's strength. Vaguely Seimei began to wonder what this felt like; was his tongue hot inside Nisei; cold and wet? Obviously it brought great pleasure to the man, but Seimei could not be sure of the feeling. Perhaps he would ask Nisei when he was finished, but until then he would continue to taste his Sentouki from the inside out.

Nisei continued to make his tiny, fluttering gasps as Seimei worked inside of him. There was something, some feeling that he couldn't name settling in his tummy. It resembled the aphrodisial feeling when Seimei had stuck his tongue into Nisei, but there was an incredible difference about the heat flaring up all over his torso.

But that didn't matter, because he couldn't concentrate very long on things other than the tongue up his ass. Bucking his hips backward, the Sentouki bit down on his lip, not realizing the amount of blood spilling out from the cut. "Sei-sei… c-can I…?"

This whole experience seemed very out-of-character for his Master, making Nisei a little suspicious. If Seimei would just let him cum he could consider things clearly… but that was not going to happen, was it? Since Seimei had yet to answer him, and was still very enthusiastically examining the smaller man's ass.

There was nothing really in the whole act for Seimei, so before long he pulled away; sauntering to the door. He leaned against the frame, his eyelashes quivering demurely as he looked over his shoulder at Nisei. "I need to wash my mouth out. Stay right there." Leaving Nisei to his own agenda, the sacrifice disappeared into the hallway, his footsteps soft on the uncarpeted flooring in Nisei's house.

Against the wall Nisei remained, scratching the paint off with his nails. A snarl creased his face, but he dare not bitch at Seimei now. "How dare you…" The murmur went unfinished as he heard the faucet be turned on, the water echoing throughout the whole house's piping system. Seimei's instructions had been much too degrading for his taste, and certainly he would pay later for that. Nisei snarled again, softly, and dropped his hand to his throbbing erection, beginning to relieve himself once more. He just could not help it. That was becoming a problem; a problem he wanted solved, and Seimei wasn't solving it for him.

With each drag of his hand Nisei's paranoia grew worse, and it abruptly was taken away as the water sputtered and stopped. He went back to gripping the walls, moving his hips in little jerks as he waited for Seimei. Feeling the strong, unwavering presence of his sacrifice behind him, Nisei asked hesitantly, "W-where did you get that idea?"

Seimei came up behind him, slinking his arms around Nisei's waist. "From your book, of course. It was very detailed, but I didn't like the real thing very much. If this is what gay sex is like, I am not enjoying it very much."

His words made Nisei stiffen and then press his forehead harder against the wall, bringing on a self-induced headache. "I'm sorry, Master," he muttered quietly, playing out Seimei's death in his mind. What the hell was wrong with him that he would lead Nisei on for so long and then leave him in such an uncomfortable position? Yes, Seimei would definitely pay later. For now, though…

Leafing through the ragged 'manual,' Seimei paused on a page depicting two figures in a rather awkward position. A quiet, malevolent smirk spread onto his perfect lips as he bent the page back to show to his Sentouki. "I like this one. Where do you keep your-"

Nisei: "But I need to know! Augh! You're stupid story is killing me! Will you end it already?!

Rachel: "No, I'm lazy and a slow typer. Besides, there's only so much I can come up with before needing to save and take a break. My mind process is too slow. A lunatic like you wouldn't understand."

Seimei: "Here, here."

Nisei: "Sooo mean." sulks "Whatever. So, like, is he gonna do more dirty things with me next chapter?"

Rachel: "Well, duh! That's what Megan wants. And Megan is law." To audience "Thank you for reading my poorly written, evil, meanie-sex-torture fanfic! Yay for closet maniacs like Seimei!"

Seimei: "Hey…"

Rachel: "Remember, folks, constructive criticisms or even the slightest comments are highly appreciated!"