Depravity

Shuichi and Eiri stayed lying on the living room floor for a few moments, each off in their own little world. Shuichi knew his responsibility as a Dom wasn’t over yet, but he was too comfortable snuggling with his sub to move. They were both still breathing heavy and he wanted to let it last just a little longer.

Shuichi wasn’t oblivious. He knew that eventually Eiri would snap out of his stupor and react, most likely in a negative manner, to the scene they just finished. So, while Eiri was lying there grinning like a baka, Shuichi decided to stay quiet and just let the moment play out.

There was one problem with his plan. Now that they had both begun to come down from their high, the sweat on their bodies cooled. Eiri was covered in tiny goose-bumps, and Shuichi had to repress a shiver. This wasn’t acceptable! The last thing Shuichi wanted was to end up with a cold when they were about two weeks away from their big trip to Depravity Resort.

The singer moved slowly, detangling himself from his lover’s arms. He pulled them both to their feet, slightly unnerved at how compliant Eiri was behaving. Figuring the best thing for them now would be a bath (after all, Eiri always seemed to incorporate a bath into his aftercare routine), he led them to the sunken tub.

On the way, Shuichi pulled Eiri’s cigarettes and lighter out of the bedside dresser, knowing the novelist would appreciate an après-scene smoke. After helping his sub out of the chaps and collar, Shuichi led Eiri to the commode. He put down a towel to make a more comfortable seat for his red-bottomed lover. Eiri sat there in silence, watching Shuichi putter around the room.

The tub was filled with steaming hot water and Shuichi beckoned for Eiri to join him. Slowly, both men lowered themselves into the delectable heat. Eiri hissed when his ass first touched the water, the heat setting off slight pain in his swollen rear. It quickly passed, and he delicately settled himself down.

They sat in silence for a while longer. Shuichi cherished every moment that passed, committing his lover’s loopy grin and far-away eyes to memory. He wondered if this was what he himself looked like when he was in sub-space.

Eiri on the other hand, wasn’t really concentrating on anything. He was content, his mind clear of all the background noise that normally assaulted it. He was vaguely aware of the lit cigarette placed in his hand and the pink-haired one watching him intently. For now, he decided to just float.

Shuichi was starting to worry. How long did his sub plan on sitting there? When would he snap out of it and blow up? When Eiri first offered to switch play, Shuichi couldn’t wait! The singer immediately called Depravity and used his membership status to schedule time with a Dom mentor. They’d spent several hours on the phone over the next week discussing Shuichi’s plans for the night. Not once did guilt or worry assail his mind, but now that it was over, Shuichi was starting to become over-wracked with both emotions.

“I think I broke him,” Shuichi muttered quietly.

The sound of his voice was like an alarm going off in Eiri’s mind. He started coming down rapidly, that lovely feeling fading away. Eiri’s eyes focused on the singer sitting in front of him. He had to get out of there, fast.

Shuichi watched as his sub stood up and practically jumped out of the tub. Tossing his cigarette in the toilet, Eiri grabbed a towel and his yukata, making a b-line for the door.

”Wait! Where are you going? Are you okay?” Shuichi’s eyes were wide with panic and he started to scramble out of the tub, slipping on the porcelain surface.

Eiri knew he couldn’t just run out. He may have given the reigns to Shuichi for one night, but Eiri always was and always would be a Dom, just as Shu always was and always would be his sub. He had to reassure his lover.

“I’m fine, just…just leave me alone for a while.” That was the best he could muster, and once said, Eiri bolted from the room and into his office, shutting the door and locking it behind him.

Shu barely had one foot steady on the floor before he heard the familiar click of the office door lock. He sighed and slipped back down into the water. He knew this was going to happen. It just wasn’t in Eiri’s nature to be coddled and cuddled, and the fact that he’d been so fully dominated just moments before was probably messing with the novelist’s head.

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At first, the minutes ticked by slowly as Eiri watched the clock in the laptop status bar keep time. He thought about everything Shuichi had done to him, from his sub-name to the mirror play, the ass worship to fucking over the mirror. Ah yes, can’t forget the spanking. The stinging in his ass made sure that memory resurfaced over and over again.

He wanted to be angry. He wanted to brood and be angsty. He wanted to rally against the injustice of being subjected to corporal punishment at the hands of his sub.

But he couldn’t.

He wasn’t angry at all. In fact, he felt rather satisfied with the whole experience. Well, at least MOST of him was satisfied with the experience; one part of him was clearly not satisfied, tenting the fabric of his yukata and throbbing at the memory of those tiny hot hands slapping and then manhandling his rear.

He couldn’t believe he could get hard after all they’d done! Eiri’s mind whirled around his conflicting emotions. The way Shuichi dominated him was just so fucking sexy. The singer obviously took the entire scene very seriously and had spent a lot of time preparing for it.

But this would never happen again.

Eiri swore to himself then and there that he would never allow a broken scene like the one in the restaurant to happen again. He didn’t care if it killed him, he would never give Shuichi another reason to punish him. There was only one man in this relationship that would be doling out punishments, and it sure as hell wasn’t that pink-haired baka!

“I’m the Master. I’m the Master. I’m the Master.” Eiri repeated those words to himself over and over again until he pushed all thoughts of being dominated out of his mind for the time being. There was still one problem; he was still hard as a rock.

Looking down at the fabric tent in his lap, Eiri addressed the traitorous appendage. “You think this is funny, don’t you. One spanking and you’re acting like you did the day we learned to jerk off. Well, you better have enjoyed yourself, because you’ll never experience anything like that again.”

As if in defiance, his shaft bobbed slightly, daring him to make good on that promise.

“What? You don’t believe me? Just who is in charge here?” He realized too late that he walked right into that one and the sound of his libido laughing at him echoed through his mind.

“Fuck.” Refusing to accept defeat, Eiri realized that might be just what he needed to retrain himself. Looking at the clock, he realized it had been three hours since he left the bathtub and it was now time for action. Fully reenergized, the novelist strode confidently to the door and threw it open. The first thing he saw was something that had in recent time become a rare sight.

Lying on the floor was his smaller lover, wrapped in a blanket and hugging a pillow tight to his body as he slept. Without so much as breaking a single stride, Eiri swooped Shuichi up into his arms and carried him to the bed, tossing him down in the middle of the soft mattress. “OOF!” Shuichi awoke with a jolt and barely had a moment to take in his surroundings before he was pounced on.

“Eiri? What’s going on?” Before he could ask any more questions, Eiri’s mouth descended on him, his tongue probing deep and hard inside the wet cavern.

Shuichi had had a lot of time to think while sitting in the hallway. He figured the novelist’s reaction to the night would be one of three scenarios. Either Eiri would refuse to ever discuss it, denying that it ever happened, or he would find he enjoyed it and they’d be able to switch more in the future, or he would reassert his dominance by fucking him ten times to Sunday.

Bingo! Scenario number three it would be. Shuichi braced himself for the pounding of a lifetime.

Eiri’s mouth and hands were everywhere on him, pinching, kissing, squeezing, nibbling and biting. K was going to kill him in the morning – he could already tell he would be covered in hickies, bites and bruises by the time this ended. Resigning himself to his fate, Shuichi gave into the sensations and let the pleasure wash over him. Might as well enjoy it – he’d probably be in a wheelchair for the next month anyway.

Eiri flipped Shuichi over onto his stomach, pulling him up so his ass was high in the air. Spreading the peach globes apart, he dove in with his tongue, sharply probing Shuichi entrance. Shuichi began making the most erotic little noises – they sounded like a cross between a purr and a sigh.

Eiri paused for a moment, leaning forward to reach under the pillows for a bottle of lube. Doing so pressed his hard cock against Shuichi’s ass and he allowed himself to enjoy the position. He humped against Shuichi for a moment, jabbing into the singer’s skin and drawing out loud surprised gasps from his lips.

Once his fingers were coated in lube, he began prepping Shuichi roughly. He worked up to three fingers quickly, not bothering to be gentle. Shuichi buried his face in the pillow, stuffing the soft fabric into his mouth to muffle his cries.

This was how Shuichi should be. Face in the pillow, ass in the air and ready to be slammed through the wall. Looking down at him, Eiri found he couldn’t wait another moment and slid himself home. He gripped onto Shuichi’s hips knowing full well that bruises would mark him come the morning, and then withdrew himself until just the head remained inside.

Shuichi held onto the sheets below him for dear life, but it didn’t afford him much in the way of support. Once Eiri began thrusting into him, he was pushed forward on the bed until the headboard was directly in front of him.

The singer gripped the wooden end of the bed and tried to brace himself. Eiri reached under his right leg and pulled it up, spreading him wide open and forcing him to lean against the novelist to keep from falling over. Again and again Eiri pushed into him, knocking the breath clean out of his lungs.

Shuichi’s cries echoed through the room driving Eiri to dizzying heights. Reaching under with his free hand, Eiri stroked and pulled Shuichi’s cock mercilessly, working counterpoint to his thrusting. It didn’t take long for either of them to move past their points of no return. Eiri’s hand was flooded with that hot sticky fluid as Shuichi’s body clamped down on his cock. With a quiet grunt, Eiri pressed as deep inside his lover’s body hard as as possible and came, relief flooding through his body.

They collapsed to the bed and fell asleep in a tangle of limbs and sheets.

K walked in bright and early the next morning and was treated to a sight never seen before. The living room looked like a porn shoot had just finished. The mirror had dried cum on it and there was a towel that was so stiff it could have stood up on its own.

On the bedroom floor was a pair of stained leather chaps and a collar, and the two men in the bed looked like a train had hit them. Shuichi was bruised in several places, and the sheets were down far enough on Eiri’s body that his bite mark was clearly visible. Despite the evidence of their rough play, both men were sporting grins on their sleeping faces.

‘Well,’ K thought, ‘at least he’ll be in a good mood when he sees his new stage costume today.’ K woke him up in his normal manner.

*BANG*

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Hiro and Suguru sat in the studio awaiting the arrival of K and Shuichi. They sat close to each other, talking of normal everyday things. Hiro held Suguru’s hand tight, awaiting the right moment to discuss Depravity Resort.

“I wonder what’s holding up K and Shuichi? They’re more late than normal.” Suguru looked at the clock for the umpteenth time. It was as good a lead-in as Hiro was likely to get.

“They scened again last night. And they’re going to Depravity Resort next weekend. So, um, what do you think of that?” Hiro stroked his thumb over the keyboardist’s hand while attempting to maintain an air of control around him.

Suguru laughed. “I think it’s cool. They obviously like scening, and that Resort actually sounds interesting.”

Hiro’s smile practically lit up the room. “I’m really glad you think so. Shuichi invited us to go with them to the Resort. I’ve been waiting for a good moment to talk to you about it.” Suguru’s face scrunched up a bit and he opened his mouth to speak. Hiro didn’t give him a chance to get any words out.

“We don’t have to go, and if we do go, we don’t have to stay in a dungeon room. We can stay in a vanilla room. But I would like to go with you. And Shuichi decided he wanted to be in a dressage contest this time, and I have to admit, I’m really curious about that. Will you go with me? With all of us?”

Hiro tried to put on a cute puppy dog face, but instead ended up looking kinda freaky. Suguru laughed out loud, changing the look on Hiro’s face from pleading to pouting. The guitarist had taken Suguru’s laughter to mean rejection.

“Sure, we can go. And I really don’t care what kind of room we stay in, after all, just because all that BDSM stuff is in there doesn’t mean we have to use any of it, right?”

Ah, what a mixed blessing that answer was. Hiro was glad that Suguru had agreed to go, but at the same time disappointed by his lack of interest in the more edgy aspects of their room. At least it was a start!

The guitarist’s answer was to pull his lover into his arms and kiss him soundly on the lips. The kiss deepened, and within a few moments they were lost in a world all their own. Neither of them noticed when Tohma walked into the room and sat down across the table from them.

A few minutes later, Shuichi and K walked in. The scene before them had the singer cracking up. Hiro and Suguru were making out like mad, and Tohma sat at the table with his head in one hand starting up at a corner of the room.

It was the laughter that broke the two of them out of their smooch fest. Suguru looked up and his eyes focused on his cousin immediately. “SACHO! Oh gods! We didn’t see you come in!”

“Obviously,” Tohma answered, a gentle smile gracing his face. Hiro was frightened. Tohma’s smiles each had their own meaning, rarely ever good, and this one did not bode well for them.

Shuichi proceeded to roll around on the carpet, holding his stomach while snorting and laughing.

“Shindo-san, if you’re about done, we’ll have a quick meeting before you begin your rehearsal for the day.”

Shuichi gathered himself and sat at the table, snorts and giggles still escaping him. He was in an especially good mood, the visible bite and hicky marks betraying his secret to all.

They discussed the normal business items; such as their current placement on the charts, possibilities of live performances, and new songs to record. Tohma casually mentioned that he had a new on-stage costume idea for Shuichi, and asked the singer to stop by wardrobe at some point of the day to start his fitting. Shuichi agreed without much thought.

After lunch, Shuichi made his way down to the wardrobe department. They were expecting him, and he was sent to a changing room with a bag full of clothes in his hands.

Shuichi stripped and pulled out the clothing. There were black leather shorts, a mesh half shirt, collar and boots. Tossing the collar to the side, Shuichi put on the other clothing without much thought. He pulled the tight fitting boots up his legs without paying much attention, and went to stand up.

Immediately, he fell forward and caught himself on the wall. Looking down at himself, he quickly found the reason his balance was completely thrown off. The boots were heelless pony boots.

The singer sat down on a bench and stared at his feet, not believing what he was seeing. The bag next to him fell over, and when he reached to pick it up, he realized it wasn’t quite empty. Dumping the contents on the floor, Shuichi’s face dropped as he identified his accessories. There were pony ears and a tail that hooked onto the back of the shorts.

Calmly, he undressed and placed back on his own clothes. Without bothering to bring the costume with him, he walked out of the changing room and back to the studio, ignoring the wardrobe staff’s calls to him. The department manager picked up the phone and dialed Tohma’s extension.

Shuichi walked into the studio and glared angrily at his supposed best friend.

“How could you? I told you all those things in confidence, not so you could go tell Seguchi-san! How could you tell him about that!?” Hiro looked at the infuriated singer in shock.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Before Shuichi could answer, Tohma walked in the room. “He didn’t tell me anything, Shindo-san. You did.”

Shuichi stared at him, too upset to speak.

“There’s no reason to get upset.” Tohma’s voice was level and calm, as if he were discussing a recipe for miso ramen. “You discussed your pony games inside my building, and as an employee of this company, your conversations here are basically my property. You were overheard, and it is my hope to incorporate a bit of your lifestyle into your career. Now please, go back to wardrobe and put the costume back on.”

Shuichi was furious, embarrassed and frightened. He couldn’t believe that Tohma would actually suggest he go on stage in pony gear, and he knew Eiri would be livid when he found out Tohma had learned of their scening games. He couldn’t handle their conversation, so he ran from the room and made his way home quickly.

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“YUUUUUKIIII!!!!!”

‘Damn brat,’ Eiri thought. He was looking forward to spending the day alone. He still needed a little more recovery from last night, and having Shuichi here would be too much of an interruption.

“YUUUUKIIII!!! Where are you? It’s horrible!!”

Eiri’s head dropped. Knowing Shuichi wouldn’t shut up until he was answered, he called out, “I’m in my office, idiot! What the hell do you want?”

A pink blur flew into the room and landed in the novelist’s arms. His eyes streamed tears and he hiccupped as he told Eiri of his trauma.

Eiri listened quietly, but never could have imagined the story he was told. His anger began to grow in him. When Shuichi finally finished, Eiri addressed him calmly and coldly.

“How dare you behave so stupidly? What the fuck is wrong with you? Why didn’t you just go and talk about our sex life to a reporter? I don’t care that you told Hiro. But to tell him IN the NG offices? FUCK!”

Eiri stood up quickly, dumping the cowering singer to the floor.

“Don’t leave the house. This weekend, you are to be punished for your indiscretion. I’ll deal with Tohma.”

Without another word, Eiri stormed out of their home, slamming the door behind him.

TBC…

A/N: Another chapter done! Whew! I hope you enjoyed it. I know, it’s a bit of a cliff hanger. Eiri can be SOOO possessive. Don’t you just LOVE it??!! I sure as hell do. NO ONE better mess with HIS boy!!

I’m so glad you liked the Shu!Dom chapter!!! Thanks again for all the wonderful reviews!! You’re my life-bread!!

BIG time thanks to AshCat for all her help and input, and Ashley V. for translating the story into Spanish! I’ve been very lucky – I’ve made several new friends thanks to this story. It’s just WONDERFUL!!!

Speaking of new friends, I have been gifted a new piece of art based on my story! It’s a Shu Pony photo done by Shu_Loves_Yuki, aka Aiko. You can see it here:

http://ffpanda.livejournal.com/3278.html#cutid1

NOT WORKSAFE!!!

Thanks Aiko – I’m totally flattered and LOVE it!!!

Next chapter: Eiri confronts Tohma! Oh yeah, and more sex.

See you in a few days!!

~ffpanda