Depravity

WARNING: There’s S/M play in here. That means pain for pleasure. Nothing too intense, so please don’t let it chase you off. Enjoy!

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The dinner continued for about another hour after Eiri and Shuichi left. Enjoying keeping company with Mistress Tenshi, Hiro and Suguru stayed right up until the end. The slave auction brought in a lot of money for the charity, the three sets of autographed novels and CD’s each bringing twice as much as two hours with the most expensive house slave.

Hiro had not bid on a house slave himself, but enjoyed watching the proceedings. Each slave was brought out and paraded around the stage in differing types of bondage. Some slaves specialized in one kind of game over another, and every one of them was highly prized.

After Mistress Tenshi rose and gave a final speech, Hiro re-leashed his sub and led them both back towards their room. They passed several of the house slaves in suspended bondage, and they both wondered how it was safe to leave them unattended for such long time periods. When they passed one of the Resort Doms, Hiro posed the question.

The answer was that no slave was ever unattended. Each one was being monitored via video feed, and there was always a Dom no more than a few seconds from their sides. In their hands, they each held a panic button, and could call for assistance.

Thanking the Dom for the info, Hiro continued down the hall with his sub in tow. They reached their room and decided to spend some time talking more about their arrangement, digesting dinner before trying another scene.

Hiro began with apologies. “I’ve been a total ass this weekend, haven’t I.” It wasn’t a question, just a simply stated fact. Suguru was still trying to grasp the dynamics of a D/s relationship, so rather than answer, he remained silent. “You’ve trusted me with something so precious and special, and I’ve pretty much pissed on it from the first moment. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

The keyboardist climbed into his lap and kissed Hiro’s neck. “I wouldn’t say you’ve been a total ass. Only my cousin is capable of that, Sensei.”

Suguru had said just the right thing to break the tension, and they both laughed lightly. “Yeah, but look at your side. Those three bruises are really nasty! I mean, I picked up a cane and just hit you with it. I had no idea there was special training required.” His face fell as he talked until he was staring down at his hands.

“They don’t hurt that much right now, Master.” Suguru pulled down the side of his pants and revealed his marks. They were black, red and blue, and the skin surrounding them had turned yellow/brown. They looked horrible, but luckily there wasn’t much pain. Just a little soreness.

“Yuki promised to teach me how to do stuff like that the right way. In fact, he and I have a mentoring session tomorrow at his room at 3pm. He wants you there too. Maybe he’ll teach me how to properly, ummm, beat you?” Hiro’s extreme discomfort brought a huge smile to the keyboardist’s face. That, plus the thought of Yuki teaching his Sensei how to cane or whip or whatever was exciting! “You like that, don’t you? Well, what if Yuki wants us to practice on you?”

Hiro couldn’t hold back his laugh when Suguru’s smile grew even larger. This boy in his arms really did have some kinks, and so far Hiro could tell that they centered on degradation and pain. The combination had the potential to be very interesting in the future.

“I guess I wouldn’t mind too much if you had to practice on me. But, not Yuki-san. Just you. He can practice on Shu-chan. Is that okay, Sensei?”

Hiro nodded in agreement and continued. “About dinner, I’m really sorry about that too. I know you saw that I was totally distracted by Shu’s pony-gear. Everyone figured that out. I’m sorry I ignored you, and I promise that will never happen again. Can you forgive me?”

Suguru mumbled, “Everyone figured it out but Shu-chan.” In a way, he wanted Shuichi to know about how Hiro was drooling over him. Maybe if he knew, he would do something to discourage it.

Hiro hugged him tight and Suguru continued, “I was really hurt by that, but I’m okay now and I forgive you. I understand the whole fascination with ponies, Sensei. Do you want me to become a pony?”

That was not what the guitarist was expecting. He imagined Suguru with a tail, bit and in pony boots, and had to swallow to stop himself from drooling. “Well, can’t say I would mind if you tried being a pony. But that’s such a huge step – why don’t you talk to Shuichi about it and find out what it’s like from his point of view. Maybe he can give you a better idea of the whole psychological part of being a pony. You may not like what he has to say, ya know?”

“Sure, Sensei, I’ll talk to him tomorrow.”

Hiro frowned. “I don’t know about that. Yuki said he was going to forbid Shuichi from talking to me for the rest of the weekend. I don’t know if that goes for you too. If it does, just talk with him about it during the week, but not at work. We’ll have to have him over for dinner with us or something.”

Suguru wasn’t too surprised that things had turned out that way. Hiro had said everyone noticed his fascination with Pretty Boy, so Suguru was surprised that Yuki only forbade speaking and didn’t haul off and clock his Sensei into next week. Yuki came off as an unbelievably possessive Master.

“So, I think right now I’d like to try a little training scene with you. Are you interested?” Hiro waited for Suguru’s answer. He wanted to involve his sub in the planning of their scenes, trying to ensure that they never crossed any forbidden boundaries.

“What kind of training, Sensei?” Suguru was very interested. So far, he had enjoyed all the scenes they did together, including the sexual fantasy scene that landed him with his cane marks. Telling Hiro about his dirtiest kink was freeing in a way. He felt more relaxed, happy with the knowledge that they shared a hidden secret with each other. Of course, he still had to hear what Hiro’s deepest kink was. Maybe when they got home from the resort, he’d ask Hiro to jerk off while regaling him with his story.

The Dom answered his question with a friendly smirk. “It’s a scene of self-enforced bondage. I’m not going to tie you up, or chain you, or cuff you. Nothing. But, you will be required to hold a pose until I give you permission to move. You’ll also keep your eyes closed at all times, without a blindfold.

“If you move or open your eyes, you’ll be disciplined. I’ll use my hand instead of a paddle or flogger or anything else. I’m not going to make this easy for you. Can we do this scene?”

Suguru was really starting to look forward to the idea of more edgy play. Of course, for a sub as inexperienced as him, all play was edge play. He couldn’t truly know his own boundaries and abilities until he was pushed right up against them. “I’d like to, Sensei. May I use the bathroom first?”

Hiro laughed hard. “One thing you will never have to do is ask me for permission to use the bathroom, except in VERY special circumstances, and I’ll tell you if that’s ever the case. You can just say, ‘I’m going to the bathroom,’ or whatever. It’s not like I’m gonna say no!”

The keyboardist blushed before excusing himself and leaving the room. Hiro took that time to set up the staging area for the intended play.

The ceilings of their rooms had many hooks and rings for all kinds of play. Every latch-point was reinforced to be able to carry a full-grown man’s weight without worry. For this scene, the setup was simple. Hiro attached a large triangular shaped hand grip to a chain dangling from the ceiling. He fixed it to approximately the correct height, and pulled out a few toys he wanted to use.

Suguru emerged from the bathroom a few moments later and looked at the spread of toys. Everything looked pretty innocent, if such a word could ever be associated with their playing. A white fur glove, a black leather glove and lube. Nothing looked painful at all, but the sub had already learned that in the BDSM world, looks could be extremely deceiving.

Approaching Suguru slowly, Hiro reached out and began to undress him. He removed each article of clothing and then handed it to his sub to be folded and put away, one piece at a time.

Once the keyboardist was completely naked, he was led to the staging area and instructed to kneel facing the back of the room. Suguru got into position, and then grasped the hand grip hanging above him. The tension was tightened, pulling him up higher and higher. His arms stretched out, and as the ring was raised, Suguru was forced to place his weight on his knees. He was a straight line from knees to hands.

“Close your eyes Baby. Don’t move unless I tell you to. Don’t speak. Just stay exactly like this.” Doing as he was told, Suguru took deep calming breaths. Self enforced bondage…he didn’t really understand exactly what was expected of him, but was excited and hoped he would please his Sensei.

Hiro sat down on one of the couches and lit up a cigarette. He hoped he wouldn’t have to wait a long time for the real fun to begin. His heart began to pound with anticipation and a slight fear washed over him.

Suguru’s body was tensed and different muscles flexed in an attempt to bring him more comfort. He shifted his weight from knee to knee, and occasionally let the hand bar hold him up. He kept taking those deep breaths, but instead of calming him, he was working himself up more and more. He didn’t understand why he was being made to kneel there with his eyes closed for so long.

Hiro continued to watch this from the couch; a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. He was waiting for something to happen, and from the looks of things, it could happen soon. Every time Suguru flexed his butt muscles, Hiro couldn’t help but smile. It was so cute! First, the keyboardist would flex his left check. Then his right. Hiro wanted nothing more than to run over and start nibbling on those muscles, but he held back and continued to wait.

There was a clock on the wall, and Suguru knew that all he had to do was peek a little bit and he’d know how long he’d been left kneeling there. The temptation was building, but he was determined to hold out. His legs were starting to feel a little numb, so he swayed hoping to get the blood flowing better.

The guitarist looked at the clock. It had been 17 minutes since Suguru was left to kneel in silence, but his sub still wasn’t quite at the point Hiro wanted him to reach. He hoped it would be just a little while longer, and didn’t even realize he had started chain smoking.

Suguru was starting to get upset. Time continued to pass, and Hiro did absolutely nothing. He didn’t understand why he was being forced to hold this pose if they weren’t going to play with each other. How could this possibly be pleasing to his Dom? Maybe Hiro’s sadistic side was bigger than he originally thought it was.

At 20 minutes, Suguru started to show the first real signs of breaking. He sighed loudly and whimpered a bit, hoping to remind Hiro that he was still in the room. At 25 minutes, he twisted his head around in an attempt to learn if his Dom was even still there with him. His eyes remained shut, but he strained with his ears to hear any signs of life. He heard an exhale of breath and smelled nicotine smoke. This both comforted and angered Suguru. If he was still there, why the hell wasn’t he doing anything?

At 30 minutes, Suguru’s mind began to race. What if Hiro was injured and couldn’t call out for help? What if he had snuck out and left him kneeling there all alone? What if he’d invited others in to watch and laugh at him? Why was he being made to do this?

He started to cry, his soft sniffling noises seemed impossibly loud in the silent room.

Hiro’s heart broke when Suguru started crying. He knew it would happen; the chances that his sub could withstand this kind of scene without crying were very slim. His current cigarette dangled from his lips, all but forgotten, as Hiro struggled to remain still and let his lover work through this. He stood up, wanting to look at his sub’s face and wrap him in his arms. He knew if he did that, it would break and end the scene. This wasn’t just testing his sub, it was testing him as well.

One of two things would happen. Either Suguru would come out on the other side with a new understanding of what it means to be a submissive, or he would completely break and call his safety word, pumpkin.

The tears made tracks down his cheeks and neck while his mind tormented him. He no longer thought coherent sentences or phrases; rather he grasped onto one or two words at a time, repeating them over and over. ‘I want. I want,’ became ‘Hiro. Hiro. Hiro. Hiro. Hiro.’ As he heard the name sound inside him, he felt the knot of tension start to unwind. Just thinking of his Dom was a pacifying experience.

His own sense of self began to change. Instead of thinking about the cramps that were building in his legs and arms, or the fact that he was being left alone, his blindness or the passage of time, he let his thoughts narrow down and focus in on Hiro. Slowly, everything else started to fade away.

He realized that he had only one task to complete. That was to please his Dom. If Hiro wanted him to kneel here and not move, then he would do exactly that for however long it took. The tears had stopped flowing and the tension in his body melted away. He slumped down, still holding onto the grip above him, but Suguru had reached a moment of surrender and profound concentration. When he tried to visualize the world around him, all he saw was his Dom.

Suguru smiled.

Hiro watched this and was utterly fascinated by the way his lover moved from stage to stage, until he finally reached a level of deep submission. This was what the Dom wanted. This was what Suguru needed to find in order to truly become his sub. Proud and pleased, Hiro stood and walked to his lover.

“Little one, open your eyes.” Stroking Suguru’s cheek gently, Hiro watched his pretty eyes open and focus in on him. They filled with tears again, but this time there was no pain behind them. This time, he cried with the release and freedom that had moved through him.

“Here, let go of the ring,” Hiro said as he placed his hands over Suguru’s. The keyboardist had gripped on hard and had to concentrate to let go. “Let’s take this scene slow, step by step.”

Hiro rubbed his sub’s arms briskly, helping to get the circulation flowing normally again. Suguru groaned as the pins and needles in his muscles flared up and then subsided. The Dom would have preferred to explore the more painful aspects of this kind of scene with Suguru, but they had established that hands and arms had to be handled with care because of his keyboarding. Not discounting pain completely, Hiro ignored Suguru’s legs, which were slightly numb at this point.

After a few minutes break which they spent in silence, Hiro continued the scene. “Get back into the same position now and close your eyes again.”

Suguru seemed to move on auto-pilot. He didn’t mind being told to kneel there again, even if it meant being left alone for a while longer. But, that was not what Hiro had planned for his sub.

As soon as the keyboardist was back in position, Hiro moved around behind him. He knelt between Suguru’s spread legs and pressed their bodies together, the bulge in his pants dug into the ass in front of him. His hands moved on his sub’s body, stroking the skin and pinching him in various spots, loving when Suguru would gasp out in pleasure and occasional pain.

His hands ran over the sub’s sides and chest, tickling and squeezing his nipples until they tingled. Pinching them hard, he caused Suguru to cry out in slight pain. His right hand slipped and he released his grip on the ring.

Hiro reacted fast, pinching Suguru’s stomach. “Remember, every time you move or open your eyes, I’ll punish you for it. Now don’t let go of the ring!”

Suguru winced but immediately grabbed the ring, holding it even tighter than before. He did not want to screw up again. He wanted to prove to Hiro that he could do this. It wasn’t really that difficult, just a matter of holding on tight.

Hiro stroked the skin he had pinched only moments before, watching it rise to a light reddish blush. His hands went back to stroking, tickling and pinching until Suguru was writhing for want of more contact. He cried out in frustration when Hiro pulled away from him.

Their separation didn’t last more than a few seconds. Hiro had reached over to pick up one leather glove and the rabbit fur glove. He placed the leather on his left hand, and the fur on his right. Moving around in front of his sub, he spoke.

“Open your eyes again. I’m going to give you a choice. Decide which hand will be cruel, and which will be gentle. Which hand will I discipline you with, and which will I pleasure you with?” Hiro held up each hand, Suguru answered without thinking.

“Please Sensei, discipline me with the fur and pleasure me with the leather.”

Hiro smiled, but it brought no reassurance to the sub. “Little One, you will regret that decision before the night is over.”

Suguru didn’t understand what his Dom was talking about, but the underlying tone in his voice made the keyboardist tremble. How could he have picked wrong?

“It’s time for the fun to really begin.” Hiro stood and pulled the hand ring out of Suguru’s grasp. “Hold your arms up in that position without holding onto the grip. Don’t lower them or you’ll be punished immediately. Close your eyes and keep them closed. This game starts now.”

The leather glove began touching Suguru’s body in different places, simply stroking him for a moment, and then disappearing only to touch him again somewhere else. His stomach, then his leg, then his neck, on to a nipple, the tip of his cock, his elbow. The sub didn’t know where it would touch next. It was maddening, but he kept his arm up straight and his eyes shut.

One touch landed under his arm in a spot particularly ticklish for Suguru. Without control, he jerked his arm down and out of position for a moment.

“No Baby. Now you’ll have to be punished.”

Suguru couldn’t hide his smirk. What’s the worst Hiro could do with a rabbit fur glove? It would be all impact and no slap; the pain would be dull. He could handle that.

Hiro saw the smirk and it angered him. His sub was underestimating both him and the seriousness of the situation. That would all change in a moment.

The Dom decided to start with Suguru’s arm. He ran the back of his fur-clad hand over the muscles for a moment, before quickly reversing his hand and gripping Suguru’s skin hard.

The sub screamed out in shock and pain. He wasn’t expecting it to hurt so much! His arm felt like it was on fire, and a million thoughts ran through his mind. He’d been stabbed! He’d been pierced! He’d been touched with fire or acid!

Hiro released his grip, waited for Suguru to calm down a bit and catch his breath. Once he did, he began touching him with the leather glove once more. This time, the keyboardist was wary of what was going on. He tensed his body, forcing his arms to stay upright. All those years of carrying equipment and playing keyboards had built strong muscles in him, so the strain of holding his arms in that position was negligible for now.

“Let’s try that again. Arms up, eyes closed.” Hiro continued touching him, running over the same spots as before. When the guitarist touched that spot under his arm that made his move before, Suguru forced himself to stay perfectly still.

“Very good Little One! You learn fast, and I’m pleased. As a reward, you can lean back against me if you’d like, but your arms still must remain up and your eyes must remain closed.”

Suguru happily leaned back into Hiro’s body, resting his head back against his lover’s chest while the gloved hand continued to touch and tease him. “Oh Sensei, thank you.”

Hiro smiled. He liked holding his sub in his arms, supporting his weight and feeling his body move as he breathed. He ran his leather-clad hand down Suguru’s chest and brushed over his erection.

Moaning as he was stroked, Suguru tried to concentrate on the pleasurable sensations from being touched. That pleasure was laced with a little pain. Leather was not meant to rub against skin like that, and it tugged and pulled on Suguru’s cock.

The idea that pain could be something he wanted to experience during a sexual encounter was mind-blowing to Suguru. He loved the sharp sting of being slapped, and when the cane hit him he found it utterly exciting. Even the sound the toys made as they moved through the air towards his body was arousing.

He couldn’t continue thinking about anything as Hiro’s hand slipped down between his legs to roll his sac. He leaned back further into that warm embrace, and didn’t even register the fact that his hands were lowering down.

The moment Suguru felt the fur on his outer thigh, he snapped out of his stupor and thrust his arms back up above him. It was already too late, he was to be disciplined.

Hiro turned the palm of the glove onto Suguru’s thigh and pushed, inflicting the same pain as earlier. This time, the keyboardist was ready for it and didn’t scream out in surprise or pain. Instead, he grunted low and maintained his composure.

“Thank you, Sensei,” slipped out before Suguru could quiet himself. He waited for Hiro to laugh at him for being grateful for the punishment. Instead, Hiro wrapped his arms around his naked body and kissed his neck

“I never dreamed I would be lucky enough to be with someone like you.” He slipped the leather gloved hand between their bodies and fingered Suguru’s entrance.

Suguru wanted to answer. He wanted to say that he loved Hiro and also felt lucky, but the finger teasing his ring of muscle took the words away from him. All he could do was gasp and sigh as he was tickled and teased.

Spreading his legs to invite his Sensei to go in deeper, Suguru suddenly realized he’d forgotten part of his preparation for their scene. It was too late; Hiro was already pressing against him and pushing inside. It was extremely uncomfortable, especially because of the leather moving against his skin.

Hiro realized his sub’s mistake when the entrance wrapped around his finger resisted his movements. “Did you forget to lube and stretch yourself for our scene?”

Suguru couldn’t stop his muscles from clamping down on Hiro’s finger. “Yes Sensei, I’m sorry! I completely forgot!”

The guitarist hummed. “I don’t know, maybe you didn’t forget. I’ve noticed that you seem to actually enjoy a little pain with your pleasure, right? Maybe you ‘forgot’ on purpose. Maybe you WANT me to fuck you dry. Maybe you want me to rip you open and make it hurt. Is that what you need from me?”

As he spoke, Hiro forced his finger inside his sub’s body deeper. He moved slow as to not injure Suguru, but made sure that the small penetration did cause some pain. The sub was completely unable to answer the questions. All he could do was concentrate on slowing his breathing down and relaxing, trying to open his body more to his Dom’s probing.

Hiro pulled out slowly and picked up a bottle of lube from the floor. “Maybe someday I’ll do that to you, but not today. I don’t think either of us are really ready for it.”

Suguru nearly cried in relief. Deep down inside, he wanted Hiro to take him hard and rough; maybe even bloody him a bit. But he agreed; neither of them were ready for that aspect of their relationship just yet.

Not caring about the fact that he was wearing a leather glove, Hiro coated three fingers in lube and slipped them into Suguru’s body with no further preparation. The keyboardist groaned wth the discomfort. The leather made the fingers in him feel cold and uncomfortable, not hot and wet like his lover’s cock and tongue. Hiro spread and twisted his fingers until he was satisfied and then pulled the glove off his hand, tossing it out into the room.

“Hold onto the ring again.”

Doing as he was told, Suguru answered, “Yes Sensei.” Hiro unzipped his pants and pulled his erection free. Lubing it quickly, he slid inside his sub’s body and began fucking him with long, slow strokes.

Suguru’s knuckles turned white as he held the grip with all his strength. He leaned back into Hiro’s body deeper, trying to hold his hips still as Hiro moved inside him.

Rubbing the back of the rabbit-fur glove across Suguru’s skin, the guitarist picked up the pace and nibbled on the neck in front of him. The fur frightened the sub, making him think he’d done something wrong. His body tensed as he waited for the pain.

“Nnnn, baby, Gods you feel tight as a virgin!” Hiro panted and rolled his hips up into his lover’s body. When Suguru realized the fur was only there to pleasure him at the moment, not discipline him, he started to relax. Not wanting to disappoint Hiro, he kept the muscles in his ass tight, prolonging the strangle hold he had on his Dom’s cock.

Hiro ran the fur down Suguru’s chest until he reached the hard cock jutting from his body. He turned his hand around and lightly cupped his sub’s cock, not applying any pressure but letting Suguru feel the bits hidden in the fur that brought pain. The keyboardist moaned and was instantly pushed past his limit, his cum pumping out of his cock and down into the fur of the glove.

As soon as his orgasm subsided, Hiro tossed the glove away and grabbed him by his collar. “Drop the bar, bend over, keep your ass in the air and your eyes closed.”

“Yes Sensei,” Suguru cried as his face was pressed down to the floor. Hiro began to pound into him from behind, and he had to struggle to keep his body in position. The guitarist gripped a hold of his hips and used them for leverage, pressing deeper and harder inside. Suguru was thankful that Hiro remembered the bruises and made a point to avoid touching the sensitive spots.

Hiro felt so good inside him. The carpet rubbed against his cheek, making his nose itch a bit. He wanted more. “Please Sensei! Harder!”

There was no way that Hiro could refuse such a request. Digging his fingers in deeper, Hiro snapped his hips, the slap of skin against skin sounding loudly in the room. Even louder was the crying and moaning coming from Suguru. He was already hard again, and pushing himself back into Hiro’s body.

Hiro was quickly approaching his climax, the buildup from the past hour starting to overwhelm him. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold off long enough to let Suguru cum first, so he stopped holding back and let his arousal take over.

Suguru shivered as he listened to his Dom cry out as he came. He could feel the warm flush move through his body, exciting him even more. When Hiro slumped over his body and withdrew, the cum dripped down his legs tickling him. His eyes remained closed tight; he knew the scene wasn’t completely over.

Hiro moved away and pulled Suguru up by his collar. The sub’s cheek was red from being pressed down into the carpet, and he was still hard. He leaned back against a couch and said, “You can open your eyes if you want. Finish yourself off as I watch.”

Suguru turned to face his Dom, who was sitting back with his legs spread, his softening cock lying against his groin. The sub sat on his legs and reached down to swipe some of the dripping cum from between his thighs. Using it to lube his strokes, he closed his eyes and replayed the scene they just went through in his mind. Using the moment that the rabbit glove stroked him as his mental stimulation, Suguru worked himself fast, not able to control the excitement coursing through him.

Hiro watched with a smile on his face, exhausted from their night of activities. He loved looking at his sub in the throws of ecstasy. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed as he played with himself. He looked absolutely beautiful.

The keyboardist’s body tensed as he came, and when it was over he slumped forward in exhaustion. Hiro stood and walked over to the discarded rabbit-fur glove. “Do you want to see this closer?”

Suguru nodded in agreement. He was very curious to know what had caused such sharp pain. When he took it from his Dom’s hand, he inspected the palm. Hidden within the white fur were tiny plastic needles, blunt enough not to puncture but sharp enough to cause pain when pressed hard into skin. He was amazed that someone had even come up with something like this.

Hiro laughed lightly. “So tell me Little One. I said you would regret your choice between the two gloves. Did you?”

Suguru thought on this for a moment. “Yes Sensei, I did. I think I’d like to feel that glove for pleasure next time.”

“I think that can be arranged.” Hiro reached down and scooped Suguru up into his arms. Carrying him to the bedroom, his sub snuggled into his embrace and asked to have his arms massaged to help alleviate the pain and numbness still prickling him. Hiro readily agreed, and worked the strained muscles until Suguru fell peacefully asleep.

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Sunlight streamed through the window falling directly on Shuichi’s face. His skin felt warm and so he shifted, trying to escape the now uncomfortable position he was in. Eiri’s arms involuntarily wrapped around him tighter, holding him still.

Straining, Shuichi tried to see the clock. He couldn’t tell if it was six, eight or ten in the morning. He didn’t want to risk waking Eiri too early, but he needed to get up and move out of that heat.

Eiri had actually woken up several minutes earlier and was trying to keep up the pretense of sleep. If only his squirming lover would lie still and let them stay under the covers a little longer, he’d be happy. Obviously that wasn’t going to happen as Shuichi’s struggles increased.

“Damnit Brat. Lie still and go back to sleep already!”

Shuichi actually smiled at Eiri’s harsh words. Something had been bothering him for a few hours now, waking him up in the middle of the night to plague his thoughts. The sharp edge to Eiri’s speech worked to alleviate a few of his fears.

“Can’t! Eiri, let me go. I have to pee!” The novelist lifted his arm and watched with amusement as Shuichi hobbled off to the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later and snuggled them back together, making a point to avoid the sunlight threatening to tan him.

Eiri’s breathing slowed down again and he began to slip back into sleep. Shuichi struggled with talking to him or letting it go. The clock had read 7:45am, which was close to the normal time they woke at home. Deciding to chance an angry explosion, Shuichi spoke.

“Eiri, are we back in scene or can I talk to you about something?”

The older man opened his eyes. There was a tone in Shuichi’s voice that warned him to listen carefully to what his lover had to say. He sat up and pulled Shuichi into his arms.

“We’re not in scene right now, not until I put your collar back on. What did you have to say?” There was an edge of annoyance in his voice, but not enough to stop the singer from speaking.

Shuichi snuggled into Eiri’s embrace and tried to gather his words. He knew what he wanted to say, but he was afraid it would ruin the peace that had overtaken their relationship these past couple of days. Eiri gave him the time he needed to organize his thoughts.

The singer was always thankful that Eiri allowed him to talk about their scening openly. When they started, Shuichi was encouraged to tell Eiri what he thought, and was assured his confessions would never garner negative repercussions, regardless of what he had to say. It was a rare occasion that the sub felt the need to have a serious conversation about their lifestyle, but Eiri had proved every time that there was truly nothing to fear in talking things through.

He finally felt ready to speak. “Eiri, are you happy that we scene together?”

Eiri raised an eyebrow at the question. “What would give you the idea that I’m not happy?”

Shuichi repositioned himself, straddling Eiri’s lap and placing his hands on his lover’s chest. “It’s just, the past couple of days, you’ve been really different. Not in a bad way!” The singer’s voice jumped up an octave with the last part. “I just want to make sure that you’re really happy with me, and scening with me and all that.”

Eiri understood what his sub was getting at. He had been exceptionally affectionate towards his small lover, and it was a different way of behaving for him. He also knew the reason; Shuichi was mere points from winning his prize. Eiri anticipated that their relationship would change dramatically, maybe not in the little things that happened every day, but in the big things that governed their lives. He’d already contacted a lawyer to help prepare some of the paperwork they’d need to sign, and despite the fact that a mere year ago he wouldn’t have considered letting this happen, he was now looking forward to it. His own excitement was showing through his cold exterior, and Shuichi had picked up on it.

“Idiot. Do you think that if I wasn’t happy with you, or happy with scening with you, that I’d waste my time coming here? I have a deadline next weekend, and I’m nowhere near done. But, here I am, spending every waking AND sleeping moment with you. If I wasn’t happy, we would be on our way home.”

Shuichi smiled and tucked into Eiri’s neck, kissing the sweet skin and ghosting his breath over his ear. “I guess so. I’m glad. I’m happy too.”

“Good. Now, can we sleep a little more? Today is going to be a bit strenuous.”

Neither of them moved. Instead, Eiri wrapped his arms around the small form lying on top of him, and they both drifted back to sleep for a while longer.

TBC…


A/N: Thank you for the wonderful reviews!! I hope this chapter wasn’t too harsh for you. It was time to delve into Suguru’s psychology a little more.

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