Depravity

OPENING NOTE: First off, I’m sorry for the huge delay. I’ve been very ill, as some of you know – in and out of the hospital and doctors’ offices for the past two months. On and off of pain killers, management meds, and although I seem to be pain free, if I am so much as on hour late taking my meds, the pain comes back. In other words, I’m not better, just masking symptoms.

I’m off on a business/pleasure trip in a couple of days with AshCat, and when I’m back home, I have a series of tests to take with the neurologist. Hopefully we can find what’s wrong and FIX it. So please be patient with me. When the pain gets bad, I just can’t write. But during the painless reprieves I’m granted, I promise to work on this story.

On to the chapter!!

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Silence reigned over the car as they made their way through the dark night. Home was still a couple of hours away, and chances were Shuichi and Suguru would sleep until they pulled up at their front doors.

Eiri had slowed down his smoking from a manic rush to a gentler pace that even Hiro could keep up with. After a while, the novelist decided to broach a sensitive topic with his fellow Dom, confident that the sleeping subs would not overhear their conversation.

“Nakano, did you attend any seminars on sub-drop at the resort?”

Hiro hadn’t been expecting that question, and was a little surprised. “Um, they talked about it a little, but nothing too direct. How come?”

“Keep an eye on your boy. This is a really big first for him. And when the two of you are having non-scene sex, watch what you say. Don’t blurt out things like ‘you hot little sub-slut,’ or anything like that. Make sure to have a clean break between your scening life and your non-scening life.”

The guitarist listened closely to what Eiri was saying. He seemed to be in mentor mode, and obviously felt these were important things to tell him.

“Anything else I should be careful of?”

Eiri nodded yes. “Make sure your aftercare is complete. I don’t give a damn how long it takes. Don’t walk away until it’s done. Do whatever he needs to bring him down, or up, slowly. And don’t let my brother-in-law pressure you two into going to work too soon. Stay at home as long as you need.”

“So no matter what it is Suguru needs, give it to him?”

“Within reason, yes.” Everyone in the car fell silent for a while longer. As if to add to the image of kittens, Suguru and Shuichi let out light purring noises as they slept. It was positively cute.

Eiri helped the guitarist unload his belonging from the trunk and carrying everything inside, let Suguru continue to sleep a little longer. Once finished, they shook hands goodbye and Hiro woke his lover, leading a sleepy Suguru inside to lean against the back of the elevator. Checking his back pocket, Hiro confirmed he had Eiri’s personal cell phone number on him. He’d never bothered to carry it before, but they agreed it would be a good idea just in case the new Dom needed help. He’d save it in his phone once they settled in for the night.

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When Eiri and Shuichi finally arrived back home, Eiri repeated his actions, emptying the car and then waking his exhausted lover into the house. Once they were safely inside, he led Shuichi to the bedroom and stripped them both. They were always most comfortable sleeping naked in each other’s arms.

Shuichi sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Eiri to join him. He was barely able to keep his eyes open, but forced himself to watch as Eiri put a few of their belongings away. It didn’t take long and soon, without bothering with dinner or a shower, Eiri tucked them under the soft comforter to sleep until dawn.

When the novelist woke the next morning, he felt something was missing. The bed was too light and too cold. Deciding Shuichi was probably in the bathroom, he stretched and rolled over to grab a cigarette. His eyes were immediately drawn to the dresser.

Shuichi stood in front of it, looking closely at his slave collar. His fingers ghosted back and forth over the beautiful metal, but didn’t dare to actually touch it. Before they’d gone to bed, Eiri had set it out and opened the case, knowing Shuichi would search for it when he woke.

Wondering how long the singer would spend staring at it, Eiri decided to stay quiet and just watch. It was a nice view anyway – Shuichi was naked, and the harness he’d worn the day before had left beautiful criss-cross marks on his creamy skin. The novelist admired his round ass and lithe legs, and smiled as Shuichi bent over to inspect some fine detailing on the collar. It afforded Eiri a view of some of the fine details of Shuichi cock and balls dangling between his legs.

He had to give his lover credit. Even though Shuichi thought he was asleep, he didn’t dare touch the collar. Instead, he stuck to looking only. After a few more long moments, Eiri decided to reward him.

Silently standing and creeping over, he reached out and around Shuichi’s body to lift the collar from it’s box.

“AH!! Eiri! I swear! I didn’t touch it! I was just looking!” Shuichi turned around and threw his hands up in the air, gesturing wildly as he protested.

Eiri picked up the collar and held one finger against his lips. “Shhhhh.” He then crooked that finger and silently beckoned for Shuichi to follow him.

The singer was led to the full length mirror that hung on the back of the bedroom door. Eiri and Shuichi both used it when they had photo shoots, but this time, Shuichi stood naked before it, save the slave collar that Eiri draped around his neck. It wasn’t fastened, but held in place by the Dom’s fingers, just as he’d done back at Depravity Resort.

Shuichi was silent, holding his breath for fear of breaking the spell. There was no other way for him to describe how wonderful this felt. It was magical – and he never wanted it to end. This was exactly how the collar looked best on him; draped against his naked skin with his naked Master standing behind him. He smiled, stretched and yawned but never once let his eyes drift away from the mirror. Eiri let one of his fingers trace the large hickey on his neck as he held the collar in place, liking the temporary and permanent marks of ownership on his boy.

Eiri grew bored eventually and took the collar back to its box, clasping it back into the lining.
Shuichi stood and watched as Eiri walked away. He kept quite, wishing he could have had just a few moments more, just a second or two to enjoy his collar. He could only hope Eiri would do that for him more often than not.

With a lit cigarette dangling from his lips, he made his daily ablutions and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Shuichi to join him. He had every intention of following the advice he’d given Hiro the night before. The singer had to be watched and cared for carefully. Although a week of heavy intense scening had ended, his part was far from over.

Shuichi’s feet padded softly on the wooden floors as he made his way back to his side of the bed and threw himself back under the covers. “It’s too cold and too early to get up. And I don’t want to go to work today. Do you think K is gonna come by and shoot me again?”

Glancing at the clock, Eiri grinned. It hadn’t even reached 7am, which meant there was still time to head off the gun-crazy manager while pissing off his brother-in-law. All-in-all, not a bad way to start the day.

After two rings, Tohma answered the phone far to awake and happy for Eiri’s liking.

“Enjoy your weekend?”

“None of your business. Just remember that the brat’s staying home until I say otherwise. Be sure to keep K out of here.” Annoyed at the fact that he didn’t get to wake Tohma up, Eiri hung up the line and ashed his cigarette in Shuichi’s direction.

After stubbing out what was left of his smoke, he reached over and tugged on a small patch of pink hair peeking out from under the comforter. “Sure you want to go back to sleep? We could take a bath, or have some breakfast.”

With a sleep and bedsheet muffled response, Shuichi’s voice, which seemed to have raised an octave or two, whined, “Come-on mom! I wanna sleep in today!”

Eiri swiped playfully at the S-shaped mound next to him and crawled in next to it, resigning himself to a few more hours of shuteye. It couldn’t hurt… After all, if this was what Shuichi needed…

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Suguru crawled out of bed and made his way to Hiro’s bathroom. He didn’t mind that he had spent the night in his lover’s bed instead of his own. He’d come to think of this apartment as a second home since they’d been together, and was very comfortable in its rooms. He was glad he had closed the bathroom door behind him, because when he caught his reflection in the mirror, he nearly screamed in fright.

The youngest member of Bad Luck looked as if he’d been dragged through hell. He was bruised over many parts of his body, his eyes were sunken in a little, and there were huge red hickies marking him from head to toe. He hadn’t expected this. Shuichi never looked this damaged after weekends away with Yuki, so why did he? Leaning in closer to examine a particularly nasty hicky, his back suddenly twisted in sharp pain.

Realizing that his bruises weren’t only skin deep, Suguru felt anger begin to well up inside of him. Hiro had done this to him! He seethed at his reflection for a moment, before a small voice in his head reminded him that Hiro had done this to him with his permission. Hiro had done this to him because he’d asked him to. Hiro had done this to him because he wanted it.

Those thoughts wiped away much of the anger he was feeling, and he sat down on the edge of the tub to think a bit. It was still dark outside, and a bit overcast. It suited Suguru fine.

When Hiro woke to an empty bed, he cursed quietly and began to search for his missing lover. He’d already screwed up, letting Suguru from his sight. The closed bathroom door was very telling, and Hiro tapped on it gently.

“Hey baby, are you in there?”

“Yeah, I’m here. I’m ok.”

When Suguru didn’t offer up any further explanation, Hiro leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette. “Are you okay? Need anything?”

Suguru took a little while longer to answer, knowing that his lover was concerned. He didn’t want to worry Hiro, but he really did want to be left alone for a little while longer. “I’m fine. Nothings wrong and I don’t need anything. You’re not planning on breaking down the door or anything, are you?”

“Um, no. Should I?”

Giggling a little, Suguru answered, “Please don’t. I’m gonna take a shower and then I’ll come out.” Without saying anything further, the keyboardist ran the hot water and steamed up the room, happy that the mirrors were no longer casting any reflections. He stood under the hot spray and let the water wash him clean. It was cathartic in a way, and he imagined the last remnants of their scenes flowing away down the drain.

He stood with his head against the tiles and tried to decide how he really felt about everything that had happened. The blush that rose to his skin fought with the redness already there from the heat of the water. He was embarrassed and felt extremely guilty. He couldn’t believe he enjoyed being placed in situations like that. He was also excited and wanted to try it all again, and much more, soon.

When Suguru stepped out of the bathroom, Hiro was sitting on the floor next to the door with his guitar in his lap, playing a few chords. He was wearing a pair of boxer shorts and nothing else.

“You waited for me here?”

“Yeah. Feel better?” Hiro stood up and set his guitar down gently.

“Much. Thanks.” Opening his arms, Suguru stepped into a warm embrace. He was feeling better. The shower cleared his mind a little. He loved being with Hiro, and scening was just another way for them to express themselves. A very exciting, wonderful way. Suguru smiled and kissed the sleep sweaty skin wrapped in his arms.

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Eiri sat at his desk and tried to split his concentration between his laptop in front of him, and his lover spread out in the middle of the floor. They had wanted to do a little work, so they agreed to work in the office for a while. After an hour, both of them were still engrossed in their projects, stopping every now and then to look at one another.

The novelist was typing up his latest novel. A couple which had been romantic and sweet up to now was suddenly indulging in breath-play games.

‘He thrust in and out of her as her fingers wrapped around his neck, squeezing harder and making each breath more of a challenge. In response, he twisted her nipples, pinching them hard enough to elicit a scream. He began to see spots before his eyes, and her face blurred in and out of focus. His orgasm was rapidly approaching…’

“I can’t believe I just wrote this shit!” With a fast swipe of the mouse and a tap of the delete key, all traces of any sexual strangulation were erased.

“Hmm? Something wrong?” Shuichi looked up from his notebooks and chewed on the end of his pen. He was lying on his stomach on the floor and had been working hard on a new set of lyrics. He let the experience of being made love to so beautifully just the night before inspire him. He remembered being laid over the pillow and worshiped from head to toe. He was glad the floor was carpeted, as a hard wood floor would have been quite painful now.

“I’m writing crap. This is useless. I can’t concentrate right now. Can’t get the feel of these characters back yet.”

Shuichi understood. This happened to Eiri on occasion after they scened. Their sexual experiences would ‘inspire’ him, and throw off the tone of his book until he could get back on the right track. “Need a little help?”

With a lick of his lips and a sweet smile, Shuichi crawled up to Eiri and pushed his chair out enough to let him get under the desk. This was a little game they sometimes played when the novelist needed help with a sex scene. Oddly enough it was one of the few ways Eiri let him help with his writing. They had began to help one another with their work more and more as the years passed and they learned to trust each other.

Eiri smiled and got back into position, opening his pants, spreading his legs, and reseating himself at the desk. He looked at the screen and read what was left of his severely edited chapter when he felt those small hands reach inside his boxers and work out his hardening cock.

If his readers only knew how many sex scenes were written while his cock was down Shuichi’s throat, it would probably cause his sales to skyrocket. Eiri hadn’t intended to initiate any sexual contact with his lover, letting Shuichi make any and all first moves. Sometimes, the singer had no interest in sex for a few days upon their completion of a weekend of scening. More often though, Shuichi didn’t skip a beat and wanted to have sex just as much as normal.

A warm wet tongue wrapped itself around him and drew his cock into that hot cavern, making him fully hard. Eiri held his breath for a second, closed his eyes, and let the inspiration start to flow. Shuichi could keep this up for a long time if need be. The multi-talented singer set a slow luxurious pace to his blow job, and Eiri was very appreciative of his efforts.

Shuichi had even done this while other people where in the room. Mika and Tohma had habits of dropping in unexpectedly, and had sat on the couch once while every single drop of Eiri’s cum was swallowed by Shuichi’s expert mouth. Twice. He’d used the cover of lighting cigarettes during his orgasms.

This time there was no one to interrupt them, and Eiri typed to the end of the chapter, putting out an erotic beautiful love scene that was perfectly in character. When he was done, rather than cumming, he pulled the chair back and beckoned for the singer to come out. With a deep mouthed kiss, Eiri fondled Shuichi through his clothes and seated him on the desk.

“Shall we finish this here, or in our bed?”

With a bright smile, Shuichi hugged him and answered, “Bed.”

They hurried into the other room and tumbled to the sheets.

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This had been a good few days. They’d spent them mostly working in the office in silence, watching TV, talking about the collar, and generally enjoying their time together. Eiri was waiting for it. He knew it had to come. Life with Shuichi couldn’t possible be this easy, not even after all this time. Something had to happen to shatter their happy little home, and Eiri swore that this time, he’d be prepared.

His cockyness would come back to bite him on the ass.

Shuichi had come home from work a few hours earlier, and was once again uncharacteristically quiet. It had made life so pleasant for the novelist. He kept thinking to himself that he would have collard him long ago if he’d known it would have this effect.

He’d been working on his book again, but was in the mood for a little break. Eiri opened the door to the bedroom to find his favorite pastime naked on the bed with his ass in the air. ‘How convenient,’ the novelist thought as he rubbed the bulge between his legs. The singer was rubbing a white cream into the skin around his entrance.

After staring for a moment, Eiri realized that Shuichi didn’t know he was there. "So, is this a private moment or can anyone join in?"

Shuichi jumped a bit in fright. "Oh! Sorry Eiri, I can't right now. I'm in the middle of a treatment."

"Treatment?" Eiri asked as some of the ash from his cigarette fell to the ground.

"Yeah! I'm bleaching my ass so it will look all pretty for you!"

The novelist stood still a moment, digesting the words just spoken. 'Bleaching. Ass. Pretty. What?' He strode to the dresser and stubbed out the cigarette. ‘Bleaching. Ass. Pretty. What?!’

On the edge of the bed sat a little jar. Written in English were the words ‘Anal Bleaching Cream’. "You're serious aren't you? You are actually bleaching your asshole. Tell me, did someone give you brain bleach once when you were a child?"

"HA! No, of course not! All the American porn stars use it, and now it's available to anyone. I ordered it weeks ago, but it got held up in customs. They finally delivered it while we were at the Resort. Don’t you want my ass to be all pretty for you?" Shuichi waved his butt around in Eiri’s general direction.

Eiri read the directions while listening to his idiot lover. Shuichi had a very large gob of white cream in his fingers. He worked it around the slightly darker skin of his entrance, rubbing it in and making sure that he was well coated.

"Did you bother to read the instructions on this stuff first?" Looking at Shuichi's activities, he already knew the answer, but felt he should ask anyway. It was the part of him that was glutton for punishment that made him ask.

"Well, they're in English. I just figured I'd put it on and leave it on for a while, making sure it gets everywhere. It's been on for about 20 minutes now."

Screaming in exasperation, Eiri ordered, "Shuichi, so help me! Go wash that shit off your ass right now! You're not supposed to leave it on for more than five minutes at a time, once a day!" Eiri threw the jar down onto the bed and followed his lover into the bathroom, pinching the bridge of his nose. He felt a migraine coming on. The smell of bleach was strong in the air, and there were gobs of the white stuff on the comforter and the floor. It was a mess, and Shuichi was going to be severely punished, if he didn’t injure himself too seriously.

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Hiro and Suguru walked into their friends’ apartment a few hours later. They had good news to share, and couldn’t wait to tell someone! When they saw Shuichi sitting there on the couch, their words dried up.

Shuichi’s eyes were puffy from crying, and his cheeks were red. He squirmed around as if he was having trouble finding a comfortable way to sit. Suguru smirked a little, wondering if the singer had been spanked recently. He kept looking down at the tips of his fingers and sucking on them, especially his right hand. It was just weird, even for Shuichi.

Eiri had let them in the door and then disappeared back into his office. They entertained the idea of knocking on his door and asking him what was wrong, but immediately threw that idea away. Shuichi could be stubborn when in a bad mood, but they would be forced to drag the story out of him.

“Shu, what’s wrong? You look terrible!”

Shuichi lowered his eyes and tried to look normal. “It’s nothing. I’m fine. What’s up guys?”

Suguru moved in next to Shuichi and sat down. “We’re moving in together! Hiro and I are going to find a place to live with each other!”

The singer was so happy for them! He needed a little good news. Without thinking, he jumped up and threw his arms around Hiro and then Suguru. Immediately, the two friends noticed that Shuichi had been sitting on a bag of ice.

After hugs and congratulations were out of the way, Shuichi sat back down and winced in pain.

“Hey, what’s with the ice? Just what the hell did he do to you now?”

Blushing pinker than his hair, the singer tied to play it cool and pretend he didn’t know what they were talking about. He picked up his notebook and started to scribble nonsense in the corners. Suguru and Hiro sat down on either side of him, each having a feeling this was something they should not let up on.

Hiro continued to prod him, promising him boxes of pocky, gently tickling him under his ribs, even puffing air in his ears in that teasing way he used to play in high school. That did it, and Shuichi melted.

“I tried to bleach the skin around my ass, but couldn’t read the directions cause they were in English, and burned myself.”

Dead silence reigned over the room for a moment. Just as Eiri had been forced to assimilate the words slowly before understanding the meaning as a whole, the boys were now doing the same thing.

Suguru was the first to speak. “You what?”

Exasperated, the singer threw down his notebook and pen and stormed to the kitchen. Well, not quite stormed. It was more of a half-storm, half-waddle as the burning pain wouldn’t allow him to walk as fast as he wanted to.

“Like I told Eiri, American porn stars bleach the skin around their holes to make them more attractive. So I bought the stuff but couldn’t read the directions! So I left it on too long and now the skin’s all burned, and Eiri’s really pissed off at me. He said I ruined his favorite toy because now he can’t fuck me for a while. Like it’s all about him.”

As an afterthought, the singer added, “My fingertips feel all weird too.”

That was all it took. Hiro couldn’t hold back the explosion of laughter any more. It burst out of him, and Shuichi watched as Suguru followed close behind. The two of them began rolling around in utter hysterics.

Shuichi’s jaw hit the floor as he watched his ‘friends’ crack up over his pain. “It fucking hurts damnit!! Do you want to see just how burned I am?!”

Hiro started howling louder as Shuichi began pulling down his pants. Before he could reveal anything, Eiri, who had been listening from his office, came running out.

“Don’t you DARE! Pull those shorts back up!” The novelist couldn’t believe that Shuichi was ready to bare all.

“Oh, well at least SOMEONE pretends to care!” Shuichi was quickly nearing hysterics, and Eiri knew that if he didn’t put a stop to this situation fast, it would result in hours of dripping snot, pools of tears and crying to match the cadence of a dying cat.

“Enough of this. Nakano! Fujisaki! Get up and get out! Shuichi, get your burned ass in the office! Time to discuss the consequences for your actions. And by consequences, I mean PUNISHMENT!”

The word punishment hung in the air, putting an immediate stop to all laughing and crying. Hiro and Suguru made a hasty exit while Shuichi picked up his bag of ice and walked down the hall, followed by his very irate lover.

TBC…

Author’s Note: Thanks go out to my readers for your support and encouragement. It is welcomed and much appreciated!!!

Ashley Vulpex, you’re a love!! SMOOCHES!!!! Thanks for continuing to translate this story into Spanish!!! WOO HOO! You’re an angel! A perverted angel!!

AshCat!! Wow you’re wonderful! You’re the best beta there is, and you encourage me to work without ever putting too much pressure on me. Thanks for being such a wonderful friend!!!

Look for a new Depravity 1.0 chapter this week – hint – a foursome!


NEXT CHAPTER: PUNISHMENT, and wasn’t Suguru supposed to be wearing women’s underwear??