In the dead of night

Hey there, sorry this has taken so long. School has been rough and today I decided I was bored enough to finish this story. Plus having no date for this wretched holiday may have also been a factor. Please remember to review, I need them like I need food or air…or yaoi.

And Happy Valentines Day!

Quick note: I know that Akito is a girl, but this chapter is written in the premise that Haru and Yuki still think she’s a he.
----------

“I believe the student has surpassed the teacher, sensei. It’s time for me to take the final exam.” Haru growled, swaggering towards where Shigure was crouched on the ground. Shigure cast a quick glance at where Yuki was crumpled on the floor, the desire to dive back into him apparent on his face. But he swallowed and turned back to Haru and forced a quivering smile on his sweating face.

“Very interesting, Hatsuharu kun. You seem to have quite the bit of confidence in your abilities. Are you sure you’re up for it?” Shigure asked.

“You don’t get any more up than this,” Haru hissed, flipping his cock with a finger, causing it to bounce obscenely. “And I’d say that my skills have become very…refined over the past two years.” Haru now stood over Shigure, one of his hands sliding from pierced nipple to gleaming white thigh.

“Well then, how can I deny you the chance to show off your talents?” Shigure sneered, easing back to the floor and resting himself on one elbow.

“As if you ever had a choice in the matter,” Haru snorted, turning to Yuki’s open window. He stood before it a moment, letting the cold breeze wash over him, fingers idly running across a small line of trinkets resting on the sill. They had been shoved out of order from Haru’s stealthy entrance and he took his time righting them, his touch lingering on a dull miniature sword replica. The metal was chilled from the cool night air, he weighed it gingerly in his hands and turned back to Shigure.

“First thing’s first, you are much too far gone, Sensei. We’ll need to calm you down a little.” He stalked towards the man and kneeled down in front of him, tracing the cold rounded edge of the blade along the timberline of his pubic hair.

Yuki watched blearily from the floor as Shigure hissed and drew away from the touch of the metal. Haru chuckled and slid the blade through the hair, brushing it against the twitching cylinder. Shigure yelped when Haru pressed the flat of the knife hard beneath his balls, causing him to wriggle away. Yuki was impressed. He expected that the sudden drawing of balls to body would have made him come in an instant. Haru seemed to have a similar thought and he pulled the knife away, wrapping his fingers around Shigure’s balls and tugging them.

“Why are you squirming so much, Sensei? Too much for you already?” Haru asked.

“Of course not. This is childsplay,” Shigure hissed.

“Are you talking back to me?” Haru purred, stroking a hand across Shigure’s chest.

“What? Do you think you can punish me?” Shigure sneered. Haru shrugged.

“I hadn’t really thought about it, but your tone could really use some reforming , Sensei.” Haru stood and reached for the spool of twine he’d used to bind Yuki earlier.

“Give it your best shot,” Shigure said, watching Haru unwrap a strand and slice it with a pair of scissors.

“Oh, yeah. That attitude of yours could use some alteration. I’m going to warn you now that I won’t stop, even if you beg,” Haru said, turning back to him. He knelt and began tying the man’s hands. “Watch closely, Yuki chan. I’ll show you how to properly break a man.” Yuki mumbled back an incoherent curse. His bones felt like jelly and an indescribable sleepiness was tugging at his eyelids. It was curiosity alone that kept him awake.

Properly tied, Haru proceeded to gag Shigure with the panties and blindfold him with the school uniform’s tie. Haru shoved him roughly with his foot, rolling him onto his stomach with his bound hands trapped beneath him.

“I don’t want to see any unauthorized rubbing to get yourself off,” Haru warned, leaning to pick up the abandoned belt. Shigure didn’t even have the chance to shake his head before the leather fell across his back with a jolting slap that made both Shigure and Yuki jump. Shigure groaned around the gag and another strike landed, already raising a welt across the white skin. Yuki blinked, watching him land blow after blow. Shigure grunted at first with each strike, then his grunts turned into short cries that wheezed around the panties in his mouth. Yuki rolled to his knees and brought his hands to his mouth, tugging the knot with his teeth while his eyes continued to watch Shigure’s beating.

Shigure’s eyes were pinched shut and Yuki could see the trickle of tears mingle with the gleam of his sweat. Haru had eased off a little, he would hit then draw away and circle Shigure’s quivering and prostrate form mumbling derogatory curses and nudging and the groaning body his toe.

“Had enough yet? I really don’t like beating you, but since you left me no choice, Sensei,” Haru hit him again. The skin from shoulder to mid-thigh was blooming red and puffy.

“Have you had enough yet?” Haru hissed again. Shigure groaned from the floor and very slowly shook his head. Haru sighed and snapped the leather between his hands. He brought the belt down furiously, barely taking pause between blows. Yuki couldn’t take watching it. The knot of his bidings now loosened he covered his eyes with his hands and tried to imagine that the enraged slaps were something more pleasant, like the sound of balls hitting ass.

He almost wanted to giggle at the thought, he could have sworn that before this night he hadn’t been so perverted. He kept that mental image in his head though imagining Haru riding Shigure doggy style. Yuki lay back down and imagined it, the befuddlement of sleepiness sometimes changing the faces so one moment it was Haru and Shigure, the next it was Kyo and Hatori. Amusingly enough, he was snapped out of his daydreaming of Tohru’s friend Arisa plugging Momiji when he realized the slapping had stopped. He pulled his hands away from his eyes to find Shigure curled on his side, his whole body quivering while Haru loomed over him, whispering.

Yuki couldn’t hear the words, but he could hear the tone and the voice wasn’t Haru’s. The voice was cold, high, and the sound of it made the blood rush to Yuki’s head making him feel dizzy. The game must have changed while he was zoning out, Haru sounded exactly like Akito.

Haru asked a question and Shigure shook his head. It wasn’t an answer Haru was looking for and his hand came down fast, his palm striking Shigure’s face hard enough to send him rolling onto his back with a whimper. Haru stood up and his eyes met Yuki’s, causing his face to soften. He crossed the room to where Yuki sat and knelt for a moment, stroking Yuki’s face and planting a gentle kiss.

“Close your ears, beautiful,” he whispered, then stood and took an ornamental peacock feather from Yuki’s desk. If what they had been doing so far was any indication of what was to come, Yuki was tempted to do just that. He didn’t like BD or S&M, and hearing Akito’s voice made him ill, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. He was fascinated by Akito’s ugly words coming from Haru’s gentle mouth as he straddled Shigure’s thighs and brushed the fingers of the feather along his exposed abdomen.

“You’re so easily broken, Dog. I see that you were all bark and no bite. What am I supposed to do with such a useless pet. Look at you, so happy to be hit. It’s disgusting.” Haru touched the feather all along Shigure’s chest and teased the skin around his hips but kept the ticklish tip purposely away from his cock. Shigure’s cock was not quite as hard as it had been earlier, but Yuki could swear he heard the throb of it through the floorboards. Shigure wriggled his hips as much as he could, trying vainly to get some kind of touch to his aching member.

“What? Do you want me to touch you? Is that what you want? Bitch. You think I would touch your dirty skin with my perfect hands. Just who do you think you are?” Haru growled with Akito’s voice, flipping the feather expertly in his hand. He brought the sharp pin of the feather to Shigure’s sensitive cock and scratched it across the underside, eliciting a muffled screech that was much too loud. Yuki and Haru both stilled, listening intently to the movements of the house while Shigure sobbed between Haru’s legs. After a moment of no stirrings, Haru went back to work, degrading the man with words as he took it in turns to tease and torture him with the feather. Although, really, is there much difference between teasing and torturing?

After some time, Haru grew bored and tossed the feather aside. He leaned across Shigure’s body so that his breath played on his face. Yuki could see their penises pressed together between them and—exhausted as he was—something stirred down south. Yuki groaned and flopped on his back. He was too tired, he couldn’t take another one.

“Pathetic as you are, you are a pretty dog,” Haru was whispering. “Not a purebred though, what a mutt! But a pretty mutt. Maybe I’ll let you help me feel good.” Haru gyrated his hips and Shigure bucked. Haru chuckled.

“Liked that, did you mutt? You should, it’s not everyone that gets to be pleasured by God. You’ve been wanting this for a long time, I can tell. I can feel your sick, filthy eyes on me all the time. Poor puppy, wanting something so far beyond your level. Maybe I should just leave you wanting? Yeah, that oughta teach you a lesson.” Yuki was stunned by the words. He hadn’t previously made the connection in his head why Haru had picked Akito of all people to impersonate. Was Shigure in love with Akito? The very thought was enough to make his head spin, how could anyone love that twisted bastard? But Shigure was responding to the words, pleading with his squirming body.

“Poor bitch, you’re just begging for it, aren’t ya? Are you in heat? Is that your problem. You feel plenty hot to me. Get on your knees, bitch. I’ll show you what you’ve been missing.” Haru drew back and waited as Shigure struggled to turn over and get his knees under him. Haru chuckled.

“You can be obedient, huh? Good dog, lift that ass higher for me to get a good look at you.” Shigure moaned and did as he was told, thighs straining to lift his ass in the air. Some of the welts had swollen and were turning purple. Yuki couldn’t imagine why the man was still so hard. Haru positioned himself behind Shigure and ran his hands down his red back, then dragging them back so that his fingernails left angry white lines in the battered skin before the capillaries bloomed back with blood. The hands stroked to Shigure’s ass, massaging the mounds of flesh.

“Mmm…” Haru groaned, praising Shigure’s body. His cock slid against Shigure’s ass crack, but didn’t penetrate. Haru groaned again and rubbed himself between the cheeks, avoiding any contact with Shigure’s own genitals. Shigure whimpered and squirmed, pleading Haru to stimulate him. Haru just have him a sharp slap to the rump.

“You should feel honored that I’m touching you this much, mutt. Don’t get cocky,” Haru growled. His eyes fell on Yuki and he winked, raising his arms above his head as he rubbed himself against Shigure’s ass. Yuki felt another twinge of arousal. Haru’s body moved like liquid and with his arms above his head Yuki could see the coils of muscles in his stomach undulating as he rocked.

“Mmm…not too bad, bitch,” Haru moaned. Shigure was almost sobbing into his gag. Haru’s eyes were still on Yuki. His tongue darted out and touched his lip, rubbing delicately at the flesh in a way that made Yuki all too aware of the memory of things that tongue had done to his own lip. Haru was stroking his body, one hand reaching back and the fingers sliding into his ass. His eyes were questioning, offering. Yuki’s hand went down to check himself. He was getting hard again, god dammit, might as well.

His legs were wobbly as he stood and crossed to the other two. He straddled Shigure’s back, his face towards Haru. Not that he was at face level, no, Haru’s face was at a much more delicious level. Haru groaned as he sucked in the entire of Yuki’s length, his own dick still stroking at Shigure’s ass. Yuki barely stifled a groan himself as he dug his fingers into Haru’s white hair and allowed him to bring him to full erection with hungry, mewling licks.

After a few moments, Haru drew away with a faint pop! He jerked his head over his shoulder, eyes boring into Yuki’s. In almost a trance Yuki shifted away from Shigure and crossed behind Haru, kneeling in place and positioning himself with a hand braced on Haru’s hip. One of Haru’s hands reached back to rub Yuki’s thigh while the other fiddled in front of him, probably positioning himself as well. Shigure’s foot brushed Yuki’s knee and he heard the man whimper, happy that he was finally being given some attention.

Haru shoved in, surprising Yuki as his ass was quickly pulled from his touch. Yuki’s hips followed after him, finding the slightly stretched hole and pushing in. Haru grunted at Shigure’s unprepared tightness and it took him a few thrusts before he was able to get in all the way. Shigure was groaning, his whole body quivering which sent a pleasant thrum through the other two. Yuki and Haru began thrusting in time, buttocks clenching from the strain.

It was barely a minute before Shigure came with a cry and collapsed. Haru was wrenched out at the sudden shift and both he and Yuki nearly toppled down on top of him. Haru caught them with a hand planted on either side of Shigure’s body and panted as Yuki humped him to his own orgasm, spraying cum all over Shigure’s bruised back.

“I can’t,” Haru gasped and his arms gave out. Yuki grabbed his hips and held them in place as best he could as he continued, coming to his own blinding finish almost a minute later.

“Damn, Yuki chan,” Haru mumbled sometime later. Yuki rolled off the pile of men and lay on his back, breathing in a long slow draw to slow his raising pulse.

“That should teach you two to come into my room without my permission,” Yuki mumbled, no longer able to fight the immense sleepiness that comes with powerful orgasms.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Haru said, sighing as he rolled off Shigure and gave his red ass a fond slap. “I’m too tired to untie you, Sensei. You’ll just have to stay like that till morning.” Shigure gave a mild grunt but didn’t seem able to stir.

“You two are assholes,” Yuki grunted, and succumbed to the beckoning of sleep.
-------
I usually prefer to end with something witty, but I’m exhausted and my words are starting to have all sorts of funky spellings.

Remember to review, and thanks for reading.

The End.