Hello!! This prompt is from Vampyre Heartbreak!!! *hugs* ^_^

Handcuffs

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A black figure crept quietly into the dark bedroom; the only sounds were the flapping of fabric from the open window's curtains and steady breathing from the sleeping bump on the bed.

Suddenly metal tinkled softly against metal and a hand quickly steadied the small chain and stopped to listen to the sleeper. Steady breathing. The figure slowly continued until it was next to the bed.

They were lying on their stomach half on top of the sheets, arms outstretched like an eagle's. The intruder smiled to themselves, this would make things considerably easier.

A metal circlet covered in something fuzzy was carefully slid over one wrist with a soft click. Breathing was still steady. The figure leaned over and carefully lifted the other wrist and brought it over to join its mate, connecting the two behind the back with another click. A snort.

Grinning and nodding satisfactorily at a mission successfully carried out, the form reached over and switched on the small lamp. Another snort and the sleeper moved and cursed, looking around, yellow eyes blinked unsteadily.

"…the hell?" Metal jingled as he tried to free his wrists and then suddenly a giggle sounded above him. "Queenie?! Just what the fuck do you think you're tryin' to pull?" he shouted, giving her as furious a look as he could manage with one side of his face pressed into the pillow.

She giggled again. "I thought it would be fun! Look! They're pink and fuzzy!" She clapped excitedly and pointed at his bound hands behind his back.

"I can't see my fuckin' back! What's pink and fuzzy?!" he snarled.

Undeterred, she answered, "The handcuffs!" The grin on her face grew even bigger.

"You tellin' me that not only did you handcuff me, but you handcuffed me in pink fluff?! You gotta a death wish or somethin'?!" He finally managed to get up on his knees and strained against the metal. "Goddammit what the hell are these things made of? Where'd you get them?" To put it mildly, he was pissed. He should be able to make dust out of these flimsy pieces of crap!

"I got them from Urahara-san!" she proclaimed cheerfully.

He sent a glare of death towards her. "I should have known…and what exactly are you planning to do next?"

Her smile turned into a frown and she tapped at her chin thoughtfully. "Welll, to be honest I hadn't thought that far ahead…but you do look really cute in pink fuzzies, Hichi-kun!" she grinned.

Hichigo was so pissed he could barely see straight. This…this…girl had rendered his arms useless and he had slept through the whole thing. Dammit! She was makin' him soft and he didn't fuckin' care for it one bit. And his face itched.

"Queenie."

"Yes, Hichi-kun?"

He jerked his head back. "Come here."

She leaned forward several inches away from his face, looking at him curiously.

"Closer," sounding like he wanted to share some kind of secret.

She leaned in closer till her ear was next to his mouth.

"Next time, Queenie, remember to take care of my legs too." Suddenly he bit into her ear and slammed his body into hers, caging her legs inside of his and twirling them onto the bed, landing hard on top of her. She gasped and coughed, trying to get her breath back, but he didn't let her and smothered her mouth in a vicious kiss.

She squealed and protested, pushing against him, but the heavy rock of muscle wouldn't budge. He slid his body down hers, his erection moving against her and down the inside of her thigh, and bit hard into the thick tissue above her breast.

"Hi-Hichi-kun! Stop!"

He growled low in his throat as he licked up her blood, tonguing a shiny pink trail across the top of her generous breasts. She was still pushing at him with her hands, her legs were pinned motionless. She would surrender soon enough. He'd show her that even if he had no limbs, she'd always surrender to him.

With his teeth he grasped the ruffled top, yanked it below her bosom and then quickly tore off the bra underneath with his fangs. She gasped a moan as he sharply sucked up her nipple and moved to grind his hips against hers.

And then she surrendered. He felt it immediately when her body softened and waited for her hands to tug at his hair, demanding more. Every time she would protest and every time she would demand more. And every time he would lose himself in her. He'd never admit it, but she consumed him just as much as he consumed her.

He lost himself so much in her skin, her scent, her sounds that he didn't even realize what was happening until suddenly she was pinning his legs to the bed. He stared angrily at the girl above him, until he saw something in her eyes that he recognized, but not in her. The lustful stare of the dominator that was usually his. Okay…this was different. He'd let her think she had control, for a while…and then watch her safely handcuffed world come crumbling down around her.

She raked her nails down his bare chest and stomach; he found him self groaning as thin pink stripes formed on his alabaster skin and her hips moved slowly against his.

He growled and strained against the metal that was cutting against his skin; but it wasn't as bad as the disgusting soft fur against his back. He was about to flip them over and finish this, but she crashed her lips against his and wildly jerked off his boxers. Maybe, just out of curiosity, he'd wait and see what she did next.

Without warning he was surrounded by her hot, wet folds. He yelled out and jerked into her. And she rode him, hard.

For a few minutes she truly looked like his Queen, her wet skin glistening in the lamplight, blood still trickling from his bites, her head thrown back in ecstasy, and that small smile on her face, reveling in the power, artificial as it was.

They shouted at each other as they both violently burst in and around the other. She fell against him, exhausted breathing heavily, and him fairing no better.

Maybe…sometimes…being the horse wasn't so bad…

Suddenly he scowled ferociously, okay, so she'd blown his mind but he was King here. He moved his wrists and they came around from his back, uninhibited. He started at his wrists covered in pink fluff, a small broken chain swinging from both. Apparently some time during their…exchange he'd broken the handcuffs unconsciously.

Anyways, it was time for the horse to ascend the throne. In the blink of an eye he had her on her back, plunging brutally into her still tender folds, showing her who was really the one in control.

Sometimes being the horse wasn't too bad, but he'd be damned to heaven if he let her know that.

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Das Ende

*fails at life* Aaaarrrgghhh, okay maybe not at life...just at writing dark stuff *headdesk* I don't know if I'll ever really be able to write a truly dark HichiHime drabble....*sigh* I press my face to the floor to those who can write amazing HichiHime drabbles of incredible darkness!!! (one of the top ones being my incredible prompter!!!) Ah well, I guess what you'll get from me is the lighter side of HichiHime...(wtf??? lighter side...HichiHime??? Talk about oxymoron!!! *loudbangheaddesk*) Okay, I'm done ranting, I hope you enjoyed it anyway.... -_-