A/N: WARNING! LEMON ALERT. LEMON! Also, THERE ARE UKE AND SEME VERSIONS OF BOTH SUOH AND REISI IN THIS. So everybody wins. (But if you ask me, I think Reisi is the main one who tops in the relationship, anyway)
A/N: There are inclusions of "a kind of sadistic Moona" again. There is also "fun" had with bodily fluids, so if the thought of it makes you too embarrassed...well I don't know what to tell you! Also, there will be FLUFF, there will be GRAPHIC IMAGERY and there will also be FEELS. You have been entirely WARNED! lol
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Necessity
Chapter 5
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At a quarter past 7, the whirr of an antique clock in the living room stirred its gears. An electronic bird, with a rapier at its side, popped out and gave multiple chirps, depicting the hour. Following after, the chiming of a music box began its choral intermission. From behind the bathroom door, a moistened sound overlapped it in a steady rhythmic pattern. A long husky sigh, belonging to Mikoto, tapered alongside it in unison. Inside the spacious room, Reisi was positioned on his knees behind a very pleased and very relaxed Suoh; his fingers deeply massaged Suoh's scalp as they became assimilated amongst the burgundy strands. Discreetly, Reisi brought his nose to just above the tresses and imbibed their aroma.
"Hmm? Have you been using a different shampoo, Suoh?"
A genuine question for a practical matter. For the past few minutes, Reisi had taken it upon himself to not only take on the task of bathing Mikoto's body, but to wash his hair too. Four different containers of shampoo, and two of conditioner, were at Reisi's side. Despite it being a simple matter of hygiene, he was rather contented to have the opportunity to chose a scent that both he and Suoh could agree on for his hair. If he remembered correctly, Suoh normally used a regular store brand of shampoo and deep conditioner, but today it smelled like a much cheaper knockoff.
Suoh wasn't all that shocked at Reisi's knowledge of such things. He'd half expect the meticulous man to have every follicle of his hair categorized in some file somewhere. But, he perished the thought with haste; he didn't want to sour the mood with creepy musings. "Ah... not really. It was left in the shower upstairs. It was almost gone, so I used the last of it."
Reisi snickered at the reply that held as much carelessness as the actions it defined, "I really should not be surprised. How like you to be so authoritative with other people's things like that."
Suoh shrugged, "It was there. No one else had used it for at least two days. More would need to be bought anyway. I just sped up the process."
"No, you've stunted it. You've told no one you've used it all, have you?"
"Nope. They'll find out," he half-slurred in nonchalance.
"You are hopeless," Reisi sighed, "Turn around."
Obediently, Suoh did as told and faced Munakata in a seated slouch with a knee bent inward. The other clicked his tongue as he reached out to spread Suoh's legs, "How do you expect me to be able to wash you if you won't make yourself more open?"
"Mmnn... That was rather vulgar of you... And here I thought you hated that..." Suoh smirked, lifting his chin and appearing smug. Reisi stared at him. With an expressionless face, he placed a finger and thumb to Suoh's thigh and pinched. Hard.
"!" Suoh flinched. Then, his visage altered to the look of an awed child, "What'd you do that for...?!"
"You may use one of my bottles of shampoo to take back with you, if you wish," Reisi mentioned, blatantly, and very badly, changing the subject. Realizing this, Mikoto continued to stare absolutely thunderstruck at Reisi before some sort of automated response bubbled to his lips, "Ah... is that so...?"
Reisi nodded. He picked up his bottle of expensive and fragrant body scrub and squeezed an adequate amount of it into his hand. He rubbed both palms together and caressed Suoh's chest with a rich lather. His fingertips drew circles in the soap while he massaged them along the toned torso. His focus was direct and unwavering. He seemed like he were involved in an intricate task rather than simply bathing someone. Without looking away, he picked up a nearby pouf and began palming larger circles about Suoh's body with it. Delicately, as if in deep concentration, Reisi lowered his motions to Suoh's abdomen, to his left side, then the right, never losing the rounded strokes. There was a method to his fluidity that even he himself couldn't place any meaning to. It was almost like a movement of art. Whatever it was, Suoh held no complaint just yet, but he couldn't help but notice how carefully Reisi was treating his body. The lack of pressure applied gave nuance of him holding back for unknown reasons. His features remained sombre; sharp bangs feathered before a bemused gaze; tender lips tugged downwards at the corners. He almost appeared in a trance of some sort.
Perhaps he took the responsibility of cleaning another very seriously. Maybe he simply wanted to savor the moment, the situation, the company. Possibly, he wanted to just enjoy doing something basic with one he cared for. In actuality, however, the thing Reisi felt right now was guilt and regret. Suoh was with him and still alive, but he knew there would come a moment where an end would be marked on the battlefield between them. Somewhere within him, he couldn't help but feel that this simple matter of bathing would be one of the last times he'd be able to do such a frivolous thing with this man. He wanted it to be a perfect memory. The flicker of a complex emotion flashed throughout his eyes and Suoh caught it.
"...Hey..."
Reisi blinked and gave Mikoto his full attention, pausing in task only for a second, "Hmm?"
"...You're thinking too hard..."
"Oh. I see." Was the empty reply. The atmosphere would have become extremely unsettling had Suoh not disrupted the silence. He hated seeing such a strongly negativity radiating from Reisi, or anyone that he could tell was troubled about him. He felt his demise and problems weren't worth another person's concern; it would just be wasted on him. So, he struck up a conversation which was a rarity in itself,"...Hnn... I guess that means I'm lucky you don't have laser eyes or something..." Suoh drawled, meaning if had Reisi been equipped with such an ability, he would have burned a hole through him from having such a weighty stare.
"What..." Reisi gave Suoh the most serious expression his attractive features would allow, but the chortle he tried to hold back teased the corners of his mouth, "Are you comparing me to some super villain or some type of hero?"
"Ah... yeah. But maybe it doesn't suit you."
"Being the hero or the villain?" he questioned, running the pouf along both of his arms, "Arms up," he noted, prompting Suoh to raise them in the air so Reisi could get the underside.
"Neither. You're fine the way you are," he confirmed, dropping his hands to his sides as Reisi dunked the pouf in a bucket of water. The calmer male took a moment before he gave a verbal response and resumed the washing. "Oh...? As what?" As he listened, he guided the pouf lower and began bathing Suoh's endowment in brisk and elaborate strokes. While one directed the pouf upwards, his other hand slicked the lathered flesh left in its sudsy trail; alternating. The motions caused Suoh to pause and his expression to change; a mild murmur, sounding like a purring growl, emitted from him. He leaned back on his palms and spread his legs wider, "...I dunno. When you wear that Scepter 4 getup, you look a lot like you're cosplaying as a vampire lord from some lost castle somewhere..."
Reisi closed his eyes from the sheer nonsense that last statement was. The urge to pinch him again passed far too quickly, however, "That 'Scepter 4 getup' is a dignified uniform. It is NOT cosplay!"
"...But Mu-na-ka-ta, you'd fit right in..." he teased, elongating the name in its syllabary.
Reisi smiled thinly then glanced to his playful other, "There are places where you would just 'fit in' with the way you conduct yourself in appearance. But, there are already enough openings in the red light districts."
"Ooh and how would you know that, Bloodsucker? Visit often?"
Actually he did, but only while on the way to pick up a specific brand of cigarettes when its specialty shop was closed. "Hmph..." An amused sound trickled from Reisi and he chose not to answer. Instead, he continued on to Suoh's legs and feet, "Ready to rinse?"
"...Yeah... Do I get to do you next?"
"If you mean to wash me, then yes. Afterward, we can soak in the tub."
"And then?"
"And then I'm kicking you out, you mooching freeloader," Reisi quipped, speaking on even grounds with Suoh. Contented with being referred to like an equal again, Suoh laughed; his eyes softened with a soothing smile, "Sounds good..."
After rinsing Suoh off entirely, the red head picked up the bottle of body wash and squirted a half-dollar sized amount into one of the wash cloths in his palm. He dipped it in one of the buckets, then slapped it against Munakata's body—to which the one receiving it gave a jolt, "Why is the water so cold?!"
"...Ah. Sorry. I guess I should have warmed it first..."
"Yes, you should have...!" Reisi forced out in clenched teeth, but it was in mirth rather than malcontent. Even though at other times, he would have gotten on Suoh for abusing his powers, here he was was encouraging it in small doses. Without much passion, Suoh submerged a hand in the water and used command over his element to warm it—without melting its container, miraculously. He was actually trying extra hard to not destroy anything of Munakata's if he could help it. He dunked the cloth into the water then slapped it against Reisi's skin again as if he were some type of inanimate surface.
"I am not a bookshelf, Suoh! Knock it off, would you?!"
"Heh heh heh..." Suoh was rather enjoying himself.
"Honestly," Reisi rolled his head, as well as his eyes, while leaning back on his hands and legs widened in a position similar to Suoh's earlier. Having never done this to anyone else before, Suoh vigorously ran the cloth all over in zigzags. Witnessing this, Reisi couldn't find any words to retaliate with. All he could do was watch in utter amazement at how tactless Suoh was in even something so fundamental. Suoh took in the expression with entertainment, "...I normally use a..."
"A shower. I know. That sharp-witted man has you spoiled, doesn't he? Yet, I suppose someone like you wouldn't be able to appreciate the tranquility associated with our country's more traditional methods."
Mikoto simply stared at him as if he had grown an extra head out of his neck, "What does that have to do with knowing how to bathe? You're getting soapy, aren't you?"
"...That is true..." Reisi humped with a light smile, "Barbarian, indeed."
"Yeah... I'm just a regular cave man... Flip over. Or else I'll club you over the head and drag you back to my cave by your hair..."
Reisi laughed faintly, and laid on his stomach; both arms were folded under his head with his back to Suoh in an absolute show of trust. Being in such a position was the worst one to be in towards your enemy. But Suoh was far more than just an opponent. However, those thoughts began to melt away when he felt the washcloth along his shoulder blades. "Ohhh? Such strong words, Mr Caveman," Strangely, the nickname was voiced rather affectionately, "But there is absolutely no way I'd become your wife."
"Hmph. Who's asking?"
"Aren't you?"
"You've got the wrong person. No 'wife' would have anything to do with a guy like me. Don't want one either," he confirmed, and continued his aimless pattern along Reisi's backside.
"You aren't simply speaking of a woman, now are you? Assumed gender roles are not permitted here."
" 'Course not."
"...Oh, this conversation is beginning to bore you?"
"...Yep..."
"You're right, though. A 'wife' would want nothing to do with you. You're too much of a carefree individual. You need someone with control, harmony and justification at their side. Having a brain certainly helps."
"Aheh... if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were proposing yourself as a candidate."
"Certainly not." Was the brusque reply. Inwardly, Reisi swore to himself at the similar parallels. He was letting more of himself be exposed to this man, and quite freely at that, "I was simply stating a fact. Having someone who can contrast your weaknesses and bond with your strengths is best suited for you."
"Oh...and how do you know what I need, Munakata?" His brows raised in mock awe but it made him appear sleepy instead.
"Maybe it's because you're such an irritating individual of whom I constantly clash with..." He retorted, purposely dancing around admitting his attraction and his bond with him from that.
Suoh laughed, "Reaaallly now..."
"Yes. You object to this?"
"No. But I have an objection for you..." Suoh teased, stealthily leading a well-frothed finger to prod an area that he should not have. Munakata rose to his side and then sat up immediately. That man did not just try to do what he thought he did, did he?! In the beat of a few seconds, Reisi stood and snagged Suoh up with him by the hair. He then flung him against one of the mirrors,which were made of a type of indestructible glass, and cornered him. His fingers snaked up to the shaped ornament about the tassle necklace and tightened it to his throat. Soon, both Reisi's hands clawed down Suoh's body and slid under his thighs. Both legs were then raised off the floor and he pressed his hardness just beneath his entrance. Suggestively he rubbed against the taut ring, his breaths turning ragged.
"It should not have come to this...but I will take this opportunity to discipline you..."
Suoh took the remark, that was spoken more for Reisi's sake than his own, as an invitation and grabbed Reisi's lathered endowment. His palm glided along its length with earnest and taunting as if to persuade Reisi to enter him against any reconsideration. By doing so, he was also making sure his fingers were well lubricated before he inserted two of them inside himself. At least he started to when his weight shifted from Reisi letting go of a leg. Roughly, he yanked Suoh's hand away before using his own instead. His fingers stretched, pinched and explored the velvety depths; quickly, fully and impatiently. He knew exactly where to touch and how much pressure to apply. Suoh held no objection to any of this and kept his eyes on his king, stroking him lightly as he waited. Once he deemed the passage prepared, Reisi positioned at its threshold and immersed himself. He didn't have to put forth much effort; the relaxed muscles practically swallowed him inside. He paused for a moment to draw in and exhale a shaky breath from the overwhelming heat that clutched him. Of all the things he had become accustomed to about Suoh's body, this stimulation was one he had never gotten used to. The interval between now and the last time he experienced it sweetened the sensations one hundredfold.
"Hah... Suoh..." The name hitched in a shuddering air; his head lowered, straying his eyes away from Mikoto's. There was little point in doing so; he was already surrounded; immersed. In a nuance of consideration, Suoh lifted a finger to Reisi's cheek before cupping it. In a voice shaded with lust and concern, his words rumbled throughout his entire being, "...You okay...?"
As an automatic response, Reisi nodded, but kept his attention downward. His lips were taut and his eyes were flickering about, as if he were analyzing second and third thoughts. But again, he nodded and nudged that side of his face into Suoh's palm. His lashes kissed as he closed his eyes and led his lips into that warm hand. The whisper of an approval rolled over the embrace and finally, Reisi lifted his eyes to the one before him. A haze of emotions swam in them; the only one that Suoh could clearly decipher was one he had often been shown in activity, but never confessed so openly in silence.
Love.
Mikoto's eyes widened in revelation and Munakata understood all at once the reason for the sudden change in his visage. Normally, he would have switched topics out of embarrassment or hidden behind his glasses had he been wearing them. However, this time an affectionate smile stole his impassive expression away, "Looks like I need to be more careful..."
"Munakata..."
"Yes..." he replied, casually reaching for Suoh's leg again to ready him in position, "Oh, and don't be mistaken. You're not getting away with that stunt just yet..." A distrusting look obtained his features with a cunning grin to accompany it, "I am going to make sure that you are severely punished."
"Then do it," Suoh teased, tightening himself around Reisi enough to make him hiss. The cautious man then leaned close to Suoh so that their noses barely touched,"You had better hold on."
"If I feel like it..." Suoh returned playfully, earning an amused chortle from Reisi.
"I'll remember that..."
That was the last thing that needed to be uttered as Reisi's body vaulted forward and Suoh's bowed against the mirror. A few seconds were allotted for Suoh to become adjusted and once his features expected more, that was exactly what he was given. Minimal sounds, other than their rises in breathing, were exchanged between thrusts. Despite being entwined, there was a distance between them; while Reisi's contact was needed to hold Suoh up, the other held onto nothing. His arms rested on either sides, clutching at the cold surface of the glass. His eyes were hidden behind closed lids as the nostalgic sensations threaded through him. A soft wet squeak sounded from the movement of his body rubbing against the mirror. His wild hair knotted in clumps and kinks; both droplets of water and the luminance from the lights above had caught within it. His breaths came liberally through his nose in short, shallow intervals that were in tempo with each motion of Reisi's. The lighter male shared the same respiratory rhythm, the only difference being its barely inaudible volume. It truly had been a long time since they had last done this. Reisi remembered everything—he knew each detail of every reaction that he was shown and given from Suoh while within him. He knew what their distance entailed and he knew how it would change.
Steadily, Reisi quickened his pace just slightly enough to garner a guttural sound from Suoh. In the instance of those saffron orbs revealing themselves, Reisi touched his forehead to Suoh's and deepened himself within him. This time, Suoh's lips parted and an immediate sound flew from it. He kept his glossed eyes on Reisi's, or rather he attempted to. His vision conflicted between stuttering shut and continuing to observe. "Muna...kata..." The name may have been lost from how lowly it was gasped. It was then that one of Suoh's arms began to move on its own; lightly his hand cupped Reisi's waist. Gently, he accompanied the pace of the rhythm with his hand, aiding in both guiding and encouraging it. Reisi acknowledged it, but didn't appear to think much of it. His eyes thinned and he pulled his head back to be able absorb Suoh's visage into his own. Suoh didn't hide nor hold back anything. He let Reisi see every expression his actions were affecting. Reisi, on the other hand, held no such thing to be shown. His focus was Suoh.
Soon, Reisi's thrusts strengthened in fervor and became much more vigorous. In midst of its height, Suoh's hand found its way to the back of Reisi's head, where he clutched the dark locks possessively. His other hand gripped at the mirror; his entire body bouncing. His erection throbbed, tightening on the verge of being given rapture. Preparing for his ultimate to ensnare him, Suoh's other arm draped around Reisi's shoulders and he brought their foreheads to kiss; his breath turned rough, his voice now deeply coarse signaling a grunt of warning. Just before he could attain his climax, Reisi withdrew from inside him completely. The instance of bliss that would have been granted was callously snatched from him and all that had built up began to dilute and dissipate. Suoh clenched his teeth and inadvertently hugged Reisi closer while his nails bit fiercely into shoulder and hair alike. Reisi, however, had other plans. He removed his grasp from Suoh's legs; had he not been clinging to Reisi already, he probably would have fallen from disoriented balance. Reisi then grabbed both of Suoh's wrists and pried them from around him. Still holding one, Reisi twisted Mikoto against the mirror belly-first. Both necklace and chain flew over his shoulder from the impact and immediately, Reisi secured him in an arm bar. A very taut one. He then yanked the tasseled pendant over Suoh's head and held the item between his lips while he pulled the other arm into the same move. As he held them both in place with one hand, he wrapped the tassle around them twice in the design of an "8" before tightening it. It was wound tightly enough to keep both wrists bound, but was tied in a way that would allow Suoh to loosen out of it with ease if need-be.
One hand grabbed the back of Suoh's head and slammed it against the glass before the other reached around and squeezed his erection harshly. Despite the dominating atmosphere, Suoh was in no pain whatsoever. In fact, tendrils of a throaty grunt egged Reisi on.
"I did not give you permission to come," Reisi's maleficent words crept into Suoh's ear and thickened his clutched length, "It seems someone forgot the punishment due to him. Didn't he, Suoh..." Reisi grinned with contempt. When no intelligent reply was voiced, Reisi tightened his grip and pulled Suoh's head back. Tauntingly, he rubbed his arousal betwixt the curves of Suoh's bottom, "I did not gag you. You may answer back. With words, please."
Suoh was furious, but at the same time, he wanted to laugh. He wasn't in the best position to give examples of either, however. After all, his orgasm was taken from him. He was a little irritated about that, but it seemed that his sadistic other wanted to have some fun with him. "...Heh...heh heh..." Still, some humor managed to seep out regardless. To this, Munakata smiled calmly and tugged at his hair once more, arching Suoh's back. His eyes glanced to the mirror, settling on himself, then on his victim. "Look at yourself...and see where your defiance will get you..." Reisi stated, repositioning himself at Suoh's entrance. Both men drew in a swift breath as Reisi began to fill Suoh once more. Then, he withdrew partway, slowly, and reentered at an even more decreased pace. He did this completely on purpose—his intentions like that of dousing an open wound with salt. If Suoh wanted to climax this time, he would need to beg for it.
"...Faster..."
"Hmm? What was that?"
"...Go...faster..."
"I don't believe I understand. What is this 'faster'? Perhaps it's part of another language?"
"..." Suoh sucked his teeth; his brows furrowed in frustration and desire. For a moment, he held the expression of a rebellious child. Munakata loved seeing the disappointment on Suoh's face that he technically put there himself. This was far too entertaining. His features brightened as he feigned surprise, "Ahh... is this what you mean?" he mocked, rendering his thrusts slower still with a second and a half between each one. An aggravated growl rose from Suoh and he began to squirm. Instinctively, his eyes shut and the second they did, a shake from Reisi opened them right back up again. "Look at yourself," Reisi repeated flatly. Through narrowed eyes, Suoh obliged.
He almost didn't recognize his own face from how warped with lust it was. Feeding on that, Reisi wet his lips at Suoh's wanton reaction and decided to add a little robustness to his droll thrusts. Somewhat pleased, Reisi leaned down and bit Suoh's neck. He kept his eyes on the reflection of his other and slowed his pace yet again. The sound that left Suoh was a delectable melange of a sigh and a fragmented mewl.
He liked teasing just as much as Munakata, but enough was enough. Annoyed, Suoh pushed back against Reisi's endowment to start a pace of his own. But that was promptly ceased with another yank of hair. "Mikoto..." Reisi breathed, nibbling along Suoh's ear, "...tell me...how badly you want me..."
"...Shouldn't it … be obvious...?" he tossed back. Munakata chuckled and Suoh could feel each tingle of his breath dapple along the back of his neck. "Mikoto..." he prodded airily; his commanding hand slackened in its grip and began to scale his size with agonizingly slow strokes. A moistened 'schlorp' sound fitted between each movement of Reisi's hand from the abundance of soap.
"...Tell me you want me to allow you to come."
"..."
"...Give me an answer...or else I will leave you like this..." A glimmer of malice sparked in his eyes and his ministrations ceased; a harsh squeeze took its place. Suoh growled and forced his eyes shut.
"Watch," Reisi demanded icily. To further prove his attestation, his clutch liberated Suoh's endowment and he pulled his hips back to slam into his victim. Only once. A sharp grunt sparked from Suoh and his voice heightened at the end of its duration. Thoroughly frustrated, his eyes shot open and his mouth widened in a pant. In a frantic blur, his eyes darted to Reisi in the mirror, and then to his own reflection. This is what Reisi had been waiting for. Having Suoh's attention where he wanted it, he began a rapid pace, causing Suoh's body to crash against the mirror. A loud sound broke over him and a breathy swear left him each time his length rubbed against the cool surface of the glass. Loving every second, Reisi leaned close to swipe Suoh's ear with the tip of his tongue, "Mikoto..."
Disoriented gibberish was the given reply.
"Do you wish to come, now?"
While Suoh knew better than to answer that, his head gave a limp nod anyway. But since it wasn't a verbal response, Reisi pretended he never saw it, "Hmmmm? I can't hear you."
He should say nothing; he wanted to say nothing, but through his heavy breathing and carnal sounds, an answer was found, "...No..."
" 'No' ? Ohh someone is attempting to be sneaky here. Perhaps I should fix that," Reisi jested, and drove into Mikoto with much higher ferocity. From this, Suoh's grunts and gasps transformed into a coherent bellow. Both males were aware of how close he was. Just as his release neared its arrival, Reisi disrupted it. His hand clamped down on Mikoto's length and he postponed all movement of his hips. The most beautiful sound flew from Suoh's throat, only to become fractured in uneven volume. Again, his orgasm was taken from him and his body trembled ferociously. His chest heaved as his mouth opened widely to cater to the heavy gasps that needed to be expelled. With great effort, he managed to pry his eyelids open. As he did, his vision shrank in girth as he witnessed how desperate and salacious he looked in the mirror. His reflection mocked him; his features practically begged Munakata to be taken harshly and thoroughly. A pang of humiliation stung his being from being seen like this, but another part of him welcomed it as a turn on. So this is how Reisi made him look all those other times, too? To have that kind of power of him—Suoh found it immensely erotic. Reisi took notice of the impact he had, as he felt a strong throbbing in his hand. It would appear that he would have to actually give Suoh his release soon. Certainly, that didn't mean that he couldn't continue to taunt him a bit more.
"Shall I ask you again...?"
"..." All Suoh could do was pant. Forming complete sentences were currently out of the equation.
Instead, he pushed back against Reisi anyway. Of course, that type of behavior earned his face rammed against the mirror again. Only now, Reisi had decided to resume his punishment another way. Suoh's body soon became victim to being savagely ravaged as Reisi delved into him rapidly and forcefully. One hand remained clawed in burgundy while his other moved to grasp Suoh's hip. His senses wavered; every sound he made became lost; his length collided against the glass with a rugged friction that matched Reisi's vibrant thrusts. Soon, both of Reisi's hands slapped against the mirror; it hadn't occurred to him how loud his breaths had transpired to impassioned shouts. He didn't recognize his own voice, only hearing Suoh's before every sound blurred into the noise of silence as their climaxes engulfed them both.
After regaining his senses, Reisi removed himself from Suoh and forced him down to his knees. His fist nestled in his messy hair once more and he brought his head to the milky substance that drizzled along the mirror's surface. "Lick." The order cracked in its demand. Too tired to argue, Suoh crossed his tongue with the ivory essence and consumed it in several long laps. As he did, Reisi's attention trailed up to his own figure in the mirror. When with Suoh, he tended to become someone else. His eyes shifted back to Suoh as he pushed himself up from the floor. Reisi let go of his hair and watched his other face him with inviting eyes. He swallowed, then opened his mouth to show that not a trace of his essence lingered behind. Finding that too attractive, Reisi pulled him close and hungrily devoured his lips. Stealthily, his hands slithered down the outline of Suoh's body and curved around his rear. There, he cupped both halves and spread them. When Suoh made a quick sound, Reisi broke the kiss to glance behind him in the mirror. A thick budding of cream gathered like a fluff of confectionery before it slowly curved along the contours of his thigh and crept down the back of his leg. Despite being one who claimed to hate things of a vulgar nature, Reisi did nothing to stop his tongue from lacing across his lips at the display.
"How revolting..." he jested, a sadistic curve to his mouth. One more rough kiss ignited between them. At its conclusion, another more delicate one took its place. They met eyes yet again, however this time, Suoh was the one with mischief in his.
He pushed a bucket of sudsy water towards Munakata with his toe, "Here," he croaked, knowing how Reisi felt about cleanliness. Reisi eyed Suoh curiously, but he accepted the offer. Suoh's eyes remained fixed on him as he bent over to collect the items and then applied them to himself. A slicked sound peeled into the room as Reisi stroked his length with the foamy washcloth. A faint frown touched his lips from how cold the water was, but that soon faded when his gaze traveled over to Suoh. The gang leader leered back at him as if some cunning plan were churning in the back of his mind, with a lopsided grin to match. Reisi emulated the look absentmindedly only for a second just because it was Suoh and he was smiling. His eyes then contracted a tad and his motions slowed, "What?" It was a genuine question. In response, Suoh snickered and took a step closer, "...Nothing..."
Before the calculating man could comment, Suoh swept one of Reisi's legs from under him with ease. As the other staggered, Suoh tackled into him with his shoulder, sending Reisi falling and sliding across the bathroom floor, backside first. Arms still tethered, Suoh kicked the same bucket of soapy water to Reisi, its chilly contents deluging his body. He looked up to witness an impish Mikoto stepping discreetly towards him. Calmly, Reisi raised a hand and sent a crackle of lightning Suoh's way. Its struck target merely twitched from the impact and Suoh found it humorous, "That's different..." he mused, then sank to his knees with Reisi's legs on either side of him. Immediately, Reisi realized what his other's intentions were and his eyes rounded, "Suoh..."
"...Uh huh?"
"You're not going to do what you think you might be, are you?"
"Maybe. Is it a problem?" he smirked, nudging lewdly at a certain spot between Reisi's legs. It took a while for an answer to surface amongst the flurry of thoughts his mind failed to wrap around before sound finally found shape at his lips, "...I... It has never been done...! Might I remind you that this is what got you against the wall just minutes ago, you realize?!"
"Does this bother you...?"
"Yes, of course it does! ...But..."
"...But...?"
"... .. …. … …"
"...You're frowning..."
"...I'm thinking … … …!"
"... … ..." Now, it seemed that Suoh was too. Both of their faces shared the same furrowed brows that made them almost look like grumpy old men. At the same time, it showed how childish they were behaving as well. While the two of them had done quite a few sexual things together, the only thing to ever penetrate Reisi was a finger or two. Nothing else. And that was for added stimulation from receiving a very concupiscent deep-throat. Still, being granted the chance to allow something far larger inside of him was a very gargantuan step for him. The more he thought about it, the more his mind became amassed with the ways he felt about Suoh. It wasn't very long before his heart lightened and he had already made his decision.
"... … ...If it's you then... ..."
"Mm?"
"... … Fine, Suoh. Do as you please with me... But I'll only allow this once...!" His words were final, but his expression was its contrast. He didn't look very sure. Naturally, Suoh saw straight through it.
"Heh... You know that's gonna be a lie."
"Will you do something or won't you?!"
To that, Suoh smiled delicately, "I need your hands, first."
Reisi's face scrunched, "No you don't. You can use your own."
"I need yours."
"..." Reisi grimaced. That was almost sweet. Who knew this boorish fool had any of that in him? Wanting to avoid arguing over it, he brought his hands downward. His fingers caressed the thick flesh fondly, sliding it between the digits and handling it freely. His touches were gentle, tender even. But, in actuality he was distracted by endless contemplations-worried about the necessary preparations for what was to occur. Realizing this Suoh bent down, bringing his mouth to Reisi's abdomen. His tongue outlined his navel before darting in its middle, "Relax. Trust me," he added, bringing his lips down upon the small spot.
"..." After a moment of subduedness Reisi nodded, giving the notion that he trusted Suoh. In this period of understanding and devotion, that was all the other needed. Suoh guided his lips over the wet skin of Reisi's belly with scanty kisses before he forced himself to a seated kneel. As he did, he noticed the nearby bottle of body wash out the corner of his eye. Awkwardly, and somewhat cutely, he nudged it towards Reisi's reach with his nose. He muttered an "Oops" when the container ended up falling over right next to its destination. With a questionable expression just shy of a laugh, Reisi snatched up the item. He flipped the cap back and dribbled patternless designs along his body. After placing it aside, he held his breath and rolled his fingers through the gel. Once he determined he had created a sufficient lather, he slipped a slender digit inside himself. He cringed. He felt sorely out of place and out of his element doing this to himself. Yet, he moved his finger back and forth until he was ready to add another. Bemusedly, his eyes trailed up to Mikoto's endowment and his frown became a scowl. How was THAT going to even fit? Why did he even go along with trusting him?! Trust with one's actions were one thing but THAT was a weapon on its own. Reisi's brows lifted in perplexity. Just what had he gotten himself into?!
"...Hey, relax..." Suoh reminded with a smirk. He had noticed Reisi slowing and surmised he was immersing himself deep in aimless thought again, "...I'll have you enjoying it in no time."
"Says the man with his arms still bound. Excuse me if I don't fully believe you."
"I wanted to give this a try," he admitted, biting his lip coyly with half lidded eyes.
Munakata blinked, "Topping me or doing so with your arms literally tied behind your back?"
"...Both, I guess..."
"And you aren't sure?! Honestly, you are hopeless!"
"Haha... think you're ready yet?"
"...Yes..." He at least supposed, anyway.
"...Mn..." Suoh grunted in reply. Even with being given an open invitation, he didn't move immediately. Instead, he took this time to drink in the rare view of his Munakata on his back, peering up at him expectantly. Or was that impatience? He couldn't tell, sometimes. A lot of Reisi's expressions tended to blend into the same one.
"Are you stuck?" Reisi chided.
"...Ah..." Suoh understood. So it was impatience after all.
"..." Reisi's gaze shifted to Suoh's size yet again. Silkily he encircled his fingers around it, pinky out, and he stroked it lightly. The feel of it in his grasp caused his mouth to water. His lips pursed slightly before they inched open; a light breath fluttered through its aperture. His features then became thoughtful. There was no way in his mind that Suoh was going to fit within him, but he supposed that he could humor himself. A soft grunt rose in Suoh's throat as he gingerly pushed forward, nudging the ring of muscle and prodding against it. To better accommodate the situation, Reisi lifted his legs so that his calves met Suoh's shoulders. Such a position was an intermediate one, but while it would have been quite hilarious for Suoh to fall face first on top of him from lack of balanced support, Reisi would rather his initial experience to be a decent one.
Lucid minutes that behaved as hours transposed between them. Once the apex had gone inside, Mikoto's brows furrowed. The conformity had clasped him in a sleek vice. He hadn't realized how hard his teeth were clenched together until he felt the need to exhale. Instinctively, his eyes clipped to Reisi's face. The chiseled visage of a sharp glare looked back at him. Darkened violet were barely seen through a thin moist film; pale lids were narrowed at half-mast. Reisi appeared to be glowering strongly at him, but such was his default expression for dealing with something like this. He wasn't exactly sure how he should feel and it showed. He almost seemed to be staring into space and straight through Suoh rather than at him. Still, he understood and made the mental note to give Reisi some aid. At that moment, he tapped into his kingly power and conjured a soothing heat; a swirl of that warmth encompassed his endowment and filled Reisi's being. Because he did not expect it, a sudden and uninhibited gasp tore from him and his back bowed. His palms pressed into the floor and his head turned to one side; amongst his dark strands, his features exhibited true and genuine bliss. Finally, Reisi was able to relax; as he did, it enabled Suoh to immerse the remainder of himself inside with sufficient ease.
As adolescent as it may sound, Reisi's body reacted sensitively from the collision of so many sensations all at once. From the way he writhed atop the floor with such ferocity, he almost gave the impression that he had been possessed. Suoh's movements within him deliciously attacked every nerve, making him hiss, as he was engulfed in blinding heat. Before long, his legs had switched placement to grip around Suoh's waist and his fingers dug into the floor. His ebon locks were scattered in an unruly mass, acting as a spilled liquid against the tiles as his head rolled from side to side. The lights above bore accent to his slick skin, giving shine to dewy sweat, frothy bubbles, and dressing a blueish tint upon his tresses. Glittering aubergine remained glued to the ceiling; his mouth opened and shut with vivacious breaths acting between them like silent shouts.
Seeing Reisi behave in such a manner entranced Suoh. He couldn't bring himself to pull his eyes away. His Reisi was utterly gorgeous. The fact that he was the one who brought forth such a reaction pleased him. Speaking of pleasure, it was about time he enhanced it. Without deterring from his performance, he managed to untangle a wrist from the bindings behind him. While Reisi was ardently distracted, Suoh brought his pale wrists together and wrapped the necklace tightly around them. He made sure the binding was secured and could not be easily removed by its wearer. He was certain Reisi wouldn't much care at this point. He then tucked his large hands beneath Reisi's back and lifted him to his chest. Instinctively, Reisi brought his bound arms over Suoh's head without hesitation. Eyes closed, mouth wide and head lolled back, he privileged Suoh with guiding his body as it jounced atop him. Reisi had practically become a different person, Suoh observed. He may have had a few sadistic tendencies while being the one in control, but being at the whims of another seemed to grant him license to be far more wild and careless. Suoh suspected being with him had something to do with it. A faint smile touched his lips at the thought. Who would have thought the uptight captain of Scepter 4 could turn into such a sultry incarnation in his hands? They would definitely need to incorporate more of this in the future. Firmly, his hands clamped onto Reisi's bottom and he lifted and descended him briskly atop his lap. The gurgle of his name sparked from Reisi, tipped with an authority that drove Suoh to his conquer his deepest height and hardest efforts.
"Ahh-!" Reisi all but shrieked from how broken and heightened his voice had reached. His beautiful face, matted with hair and a mouth rimmed with rivulets of pure lust, was hardly recognizable as the cold and stoic man many would fear. Being within the arms of such a wild beast, Reisi had transformed. Or perhaps, he held the heart of a beast more than Suoh did. Wefts of indescribable heat swelled within him from both his king as well as their act. A secret of Suoh's was he loved the sound of Munakata's panting and had wanted to hear more of it since that night at the sauna. He never imagined he'd get his chance to extract them from him willingly in such a manner. Soon, his breaths quickly gave way to a more vocal assonance.
Reisi hadn't realized it, but the entire room was soon filled to its capacity with shouts, exclamations and vulgarities from him. He hardly felt the breeze that whisked by him as Suoh rolled him onto his back. As his arms and legs latched around Suoh automatically, he failed to notice a hand creeping up to admire his neck. Another hand joined its twin and gradually, Reisi's expletives began to slacken in their intensity. His eyes lazily opened to find Suoh with both hands tightly held at his neck. Reisi could feel the thumbs pressing at the middle of his throat. While the action could be interpreted as an attack, a candidness of absolute trust reigned in Mikoto's gaze—or perchance it was an emotion of a deeper sort? Whatever it was, Reisi openly welcomed it; he lifted his tied arms from around Suoh's neck to lay them atop the ones at his as best he could within the confines. Keeping his vision within his equal's, he squeezed Suoh's hands firmly around his neck, sending the clear message to continue.
Suoh lowered his lips to Reisi's forehead, then pulled back just enough to be able to meet his gaze again. This way, Reisi would be able to experience every expression and see every embodiment of pleasure succeeded from Suoh being within him as he gave his all. His thrusts accumulated, and his hold on that alluring neck grew almost loving in its tautness. Amongst Reisi's throaty pants and sonorous grunts, Suoh's gasps began to heighten, nearly battling with Reisi in volume. And Reisi had a handicap! At this rate, he wouldn't be able to last very long. "...Reisi..." he breathed. Aside from all other noises, he made sure to form the name in perfect clarity. The sheer rarity of it being spoken by him enriched it and its meaning. Reisi already knew what Suoh was trying to say. With a nod, he smiled empathetically, "Yeah...me too..."
After that utterance, everything merged into a single entity of events. Suoh's pace deepened and every muscle tightened to its absolute limit. With a gravelly roar, he threw his head back; at the same time a string of gibberish stumbled from Reisi. Both were rendered breathless as their ultimates seized them both mercilessly. A blistering heat swathed Suoh's being and expelled its unbridled power within Reisi's walls as a rivaling force blossomed from the other. Reisi's abdomen became the targets for his uncontrolled expulsion. As for Suoh, his entire frame quavered as his release finally had been granted to him. His shaky hands slid from Reisi's neck and clumsily curled around his other's pulsing flesh. As bursts of Reisi's essence continued to thrive from him, Suoh redirected its aimless direction to Reisi's face. Upon command, globs of ivory spattered his features, sending dollops to his tangled locks and splattering into his gaping mouth. By then, a hint of his voice returned to him and he sat up, coughing; his seed spilled from his lips and sprinkled his thighs with its weighted warmth. "W-what..." he sputtered. He only had time to glance Suoh's way when a bawdy growl sprang from him, in addition to something else. In the next second or two, Reisi's head was grabbed and he was forced into a sloppy, messy kiss. Automatically, their bodies latched yet again—Reisi sank himself onto Suoh's lap and the two began to move against the other again far more frantically than before. Once they finally evoked orgasm one more time, both flopped to the tiled floor, thoroughly winded. Suoh was sprawled on his back while Reisi laid on his side. Neither could move for a good while—a reward for their hectic copulation. As they fought to obtain their breaths through the passing time, they both felt something was odd. When they could actually command their bodies to action, they craned their necks to look down between them. The candid sight of Reisi's hands cupping one of Suoh's greeted their eyes. Both men stared at the gesture: Suoh's drowsy features held what looked like surprise while Reisi's eyes widened owlishly. Smoothly, he played it off as if he were just getting Suoh's attention to remind him the bindings were still in place. Feigning indifference, he sat up. "Take this off me," he commanded, holding his hands outward. Stifling a chuckle, Suoh glanced at the demand, to Reisi. His eyes whispered shut in amusement and he scoffed. Lazily, he lifted a hand to Reisi's shoulder and yanked him back down to the floor.
"Go to sleep," he murmured, turning to his side.
"Hmph" Reisi snorted and sat up again, "Not until you release me of this! Because you're so fond of it, I'm resisting the urge to snap it."
"..." Suoh cast an eye over his shoulder. If he didn't do something about Munakata's grousing now, he'd never be able to get any rest. And to think, all he wanted to do was get cleaned up. Only, after getting washed, both his body and Munakata's were laden with–––something that could never be substituted for soap.
"Suoh!"
With a hefty groan, he forced himself to a sitting position. Not bothering to chance a look in Reisi's eyes, Mikoto worked his fingers to unravel the tassle and tossed it elsewhere without much care. Was he grateful that it didn't get ripped or torn? Yes. And because it was still all in one piece, he had no problems with chucking it to a random area in the room.
That "problem" now dealt with, he plopped onto his side with his back to Reisi, "...Go to sleep..."
Reisi eyed the other male with puzzlement and amazement through narrowed eyes. Was he not even going to at least use a towel to wipe himself off with?
"... What am I going to do with you," Reisi sighed.
Then again, he didn't seem to be in much of a rush to follow the advice of his own thoughts. He instead settled for rubbing his mouth with his hand and used his tongue to catch whatever was missed. A taste of body wash snuck into his mouth and he made a face. Well, that was what he got for still being the soapiest of the two of them. He really should consider rinsing himself...but in all honesty, Reisi simply did not feel like it. He was already mostly clean, wasn't he? Had he enough energy, he may have even gotten himself a cigarette. But he decided against that as well for whenever he did gain the energy. He felt very lazy and extremely carefree in the current moment. Maybe that was his true self—or maybe it was more of the "beast" that Suoh helped bring out of him.
Well, who cared. He could deal with it all tomorrow.
Tomorrow...
Inwardly, he swore to himself. He suddenly gained the desire to kick Suoh, and none too softly at that. Curse him! He ended up spending the night, AGAIN! He abandoned his clansmen AGAIN for his own selfish reasons AGAIN! "Will you never learn...?" Reisi uttered, somehow overlooking the reasoning that any of what had transpired occurred solely because he could not resist the man he just had very intense, and very reckless, sex with. When he did come to comprehend that fact, he promptly threw himself to the floor, at Suoh's side, facing the opposite direction.
A transient silence shuffled by before Suoh deemed it "safe" to say something, "You're not getting in bed?"
"I don't need to," Reisi huffed, "If you don't want me sleeping next to you, then just say so." Of course, what he really meant was no matter how annoyed or upset he grew towards this man, Reisi hated being separate from him and the warmth he contrived. Wherever Suoh was, Reisi felt the need to be there as well. As simple-minded as it was to him, he could think of no better place to be than by his king—and the one he loved. Whether Mikoto caught wind of the hidden actuality or not was unknown. And that was fine for the both of them, for now.
"...Heh... G'night, Munakata," Suoh concluded.
After that, he spoke not another word for the night.
Reisi waited until he heard the familiar rumble of Suoh's abrasive snoring before he gave the response that echoed in his head a voice. "... … Goodnight, Mikoto."
OoO
Many hours later, Reisi was the first to awaken. Somewhere between the previous night and this moment, they had altered positions. Suoh now lay flat on his back while Reisi was on his side towards him, resting atop his arm. It was an all too common arrangement for couples who had just explored coitus and the naturalness of it irked Reisi. Had Suoh found out, it would have been a very dangerous sighting indeed. There was no room for those types of mutual feelings just yet, he surmised wistfully.
Immediately, he forced himself up to his feet and ended up stumbling around to find his phone. He really couldn't see anything, in addition to battling a dull throbbing pain in an area that he chose to keep nameless. Did it feel that way every time after sex? If it had, either Mikoto never showed it or he simply became used to it. Whatever the reason, Reisi wished its repetition would soon subside.
At last, he located his spectacles and earnestly put them on. He then scanned the entire room and sighed to himself. Only with Suoh, and only dealing in sensual matters with him, did his surroundings ever become so scattered and disrupted. Aside from bottles of soap and shampoo being strewn about, the mirror was smudged with the residue of another substance he would not describe; one of the wall tiles was loosened and there were even cracks in the floor.
Wait—what?!
When did that happen?! It would cost nearly a fortune to have this room remodeled or repaired! He could feel a surge of indignation scour at his composure and his hands balled into fists. Suoh! That Suoh! He was to blame for this! If he hadn't stepped into this room at all, any of this never would have-! If that slumbering log could see Reisi's face right now, he probably would have made up some reason to leave. Yet to no avail, as Reisi would trap him and discipline him thoroughly. However, that would result with the two of them ending up with a repeat performance of what caused this current disaster in the first place. Being angry with Suoh for a sensible reason-good. Allowing that reason to turn into rough sex as punishment-bad. Overwhelmed, Reisi, with great self-control, silently placed the heel of a palm to his forehead and shut his eyes.
Such a mess...
OoO
It took him roughly 20 minutes to bathe Suoh again and himself with the shower head; another 30 minutes were needed to soak in the tub. Suoh had been so heavy in his arms, Reisi nearly shoved him in the water head-first, but decided against it at the last second. After that, it took him another 30 minutes to get the both of them dressed. He needed to prepare for work and had no spare outfits for Suoh. He would have clad him in something of his, but he didn't want to raise any suspicious if that observant bartender were to catch Suoh wearing them. So, Reisi's "caveman" had to be clothed in what he wore the day before while the "vampire lord of a lost castle somewhere" suited up in his Scepter 4 "cosplay".
Finally, around 5:45 am, Reisi utilized his ability to create platforms out of thin air and dropped Suoh off at bar Homra through his bedroom window. He slid him off his shoulder and laid him atop the mattress. The young Strain was already atop the covers, breathing lightly in the appearance of sleep. If she were or not, Reisi couldn't tell. As he began to lift the sheets over them both, he noticed Izumo leaning against the door's frame out the corner of his eye. For a moment, time seemed to pause and their eyes locked. While they both hid behind the mask that their glasses provided, they also beheld each other with a distant mutuality. Bouts of jealousy lurked between them. One was the lifelong friend of the man Reisi had grown closer to in the most intimate of ways. It would have been more tolerable had the Blue King not had a habit of stealing all the free time that Izumo wanted to spend with Mikoto alone. Granted, it was Suoh's fault for the way he decided to carry out his day and that most of them tended to end with Scepter 4's captain. Still, whether it was out of civility or the opportunity to speak to someone who understood the type of devotion had for the same man, the two of them ended up leaving the room to talk amongst themselves in private.
In the bedroom, Suoh was still lost in sleep, snoring like some animal. In having her source of warmth returned, Anna opened her eyes without hesitation. Her deep gaze shifted over to Suoh, enveloping his form in a stare of amaranth. With a light sound, she blinked—such was her equivalent of a light smile. Her Mikoto, her most beautiful "red", had returned. Satisfied, she shut her eyes and moved closer, bringing her knees near her chest. The steadiness of her breathing, while quiet, brought Suoh out of his rest. Expressionlessly, he watched her tiny body rise and fall with each lithe breath she captured. In contrast, he could hear the walls practically hum with the voices of Reisi and Izumo's conversation. He didn't even have to guess; he knew it was about him. He hated how they got into such petty quarrels, but he wasn't going to go cut in the middle of any of them either.
Exhaling, he turned to his side, away from Anna, and glanced at the numbers of the clock on the nightstand. 6:12 am. Munakata would have to be at work very soon. Izumo would have breakfast ready around late 7 and early 8. Anna would be up by then, but he normally slept through it anyway. What possessed him to get up so early yesterday anyway?
Whatever. There was no point in pondering about it now. Idly, his eyes trailed down to a wrist. While looking at the designs of the markings that were still visible from the night before, a solitary thought came to him and his features became solemn.
He and Reisi truly could not keep doing this.
Could they?
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BWAH! Welcome to nearly 20 pages of story, of which is the NORM for me and my verbosity. _
Be happy. You got roughly 5 pages of fluff and 9 of smut with 2+ of other things. There were 3 smut scenes...no FOUR smut scenes bundled into one! Be FRICKIN happy. Lol I'm tired of reading this thing over! If anything is out of place, or weird, I can fix it later zzzz
Yes, I find the idea of a bound Suoh smexing Reisi very smexy. SO WHAT? Reisi is still the seme in up in hurr! lol
Anyway, there should be one more chapter to go.
-Mel