Depravity

Title: Depravity
Pairings: Eiri/Shuichi, Hiro/Hiro
Word Count: 1753
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi, BDSM, toys, voy, solo, exhib, and pony play (You’ve been warned!! If you don’t know what this means, email me and I’ll tell you. NO, THERE ARE NO ANIMALS IN THIS STORY! NONE NONE NONE!!!)
Status: Incomplete
Disclaimer: Not Mine! I swear, please don’t sue! Gravitation and all characters herein belong to the Goddess Maki Murakami-Sama and Tokyopop/Right Stuff, NOT ME! But if they’d be willing to let them out to play with me for a while, I promise to return them in mint condition. Ok, good condition. Maybe. MUHAHAHA!
Universe: Canon manga, 1 year after book 12. Shuichi and Eiri live together in relative peace. Eiri no longer thinks of Shuichi as a replacement for Yuki, and Shuichi has learned to balance his music with his love life. Hiro and Ayaka didn’t work out and aren’t dating anymore.
Summary: Shuichi lets a secret about his sex life slip, and Hiro is introduced to a new way of living. There will be NO Hiro pairing with Shuichi or Eiri.

Hiro watched as his best friend hobbled over to the table to sit. Inwardly, he laughed. It was obvious that Shuichi’s pain was a ‘good’ pain. He couldn’t help but wonder what the singer and the novelist did that caused him to waddle like a duck every few weeks. It had to be something different than their normal sexual activities. It seemed to occur at almost regular intervals, and Shuichi would sport a shit-eating grin for at least the next three days. K would roll his eyes and Suguru would act all indignant while Shuichi basically ignored everyone. It was almost like he was experiencing post-orgasmic bliss, and it made Hiro jealous.

“Okay Shuichi, spill it. Just what the hell do you and your hentai husband do every few weeks that leaves you limping and looking like the cat that ate the canary?” Hiro drummed his fingers in anticipation of the answer. He hoped he caught Shuichi at a vulnerable enough moment. If he did, the singer might let slip the answer to his question.

Shuichi spun his chair in circles and dreamily replied, “Oh, we spent the weekend scening.” The moment the words were spoken aloud, he slapped his hands over his mouth and stared at the occupants of the room with huge fearful eyes. “Oh kuso!!” was mumbled from behind his fingers.

K facedropped at the confession while Hiro and Suguru stared at Shuichi in confusion. “What’s scening?” asked the keyboardist.

“NOTHING! IT’S NOTHING! FORGET I SAID ANYTHING!” Shuichi vaulted from his chair and through the closed door, leaving a distinctive Shuichi outline in the wood.

Before anyone could move from his seat, Shuichi was long gone. K lifted his jaw from the floor and tried to cover the full body blush that made him glow like a Christmas light. He could see Yuki being into that kind of thing, but Shuichi? ‘Wow,’ he thought. ‘Just when you think you know someone!’ He adjusted the slight bulge forming in his jeans and strode from the room, trying to do his best John Wayne impression.

That left Suguru and Hiro to sit in ignorance. “Um, Hiro, what the hell just happened?”

Hiro scratched his ear and answered, “I have no idea. Wanna Google it?”

With a nod yes for a response, they young men walked over to the computer and opened the web browser. They googled the word ‘scening’, and came up with nothing. It just seemed to point to people misspelling ‘screening’ on their pages. Hiro had an idea. He added the word ‘sex’ to the search terms and waited for the response.

The first few pages seemed too out of place. He doubted that the lovers were performing sexual disease screens on each other. But then a page was listed that caught their attention.

“BDSM Sexuality”

They continued to glance down the responses, and slowly realized they dealt less and less with sexual health and more and more with BDSM themes. From what they gathered, scening referred to active BDSM playtime. No wonder K had blushed and ambled from the room so quickly.

Hiro and Suguru met eyes, silently pleading with each other to remain silent. Agreeing, they closed the browser, stood up, and walked out of the room as if nothing had happened.

Moments later, Tohma walked by the conference room and inspected the busted door. How Shuichi could propel himself through solid wood leaving a cartoonish impression of himself was beyond his understanding. He silently laughed as he wrote in his PDA, ‘replace all doors with steel reinforced doors’. He wondered how many times the young singer would slam into the new doors before learning to open them first. The though of Shuichi impressions caused maniacal laughter to well up from Tohma. He envisioned the scene from Star Wars where Han Solo was encased in carbonite, only this time it was Shuichi encased in steel door. He’d have it mounted on his office entrance, and he wouldn’t let Eiri-kun in to release him. Ever. HAHAHAHA!

Oh the day was looking better and better with each passing minute.

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Hiro wove his bike in and out of traffic as he made his way home. He was angry with himself for googling ‘that word’. It was a stupid thing to do. When would he learn? When it came to Shuichi’s and Yuki’s sex life, don’t ask don’t tell was actually a good policy! But no, he had to know why Shuichi couldn’t walk or sit without flinching. He had to know what ‘that word’ meant.

Now he couldn’t get thoughts of a bound and gagged Shuichi out of his mind. Or maybe, Yuki was the one that liked to be bound and gagged!

‘ARRRGH!!’ Hiro screamed through his mind. ‘Stop it! Just stop thinking of them like that!’

It wasn’t that he was repulsed by the idea, no no no! He was actually turned on by it. THAT was the real problem. When he was younger, he would search his brother’s bedroom for the collection of porno magazines hidden there.

Yuji had a thing for women in extremely revealing lingerie, and Hiro would peruse the pages while letting his fingers do the walking, literally. One day after coming home from school to find the house empty, he came across a new acquisition of Yuji’s. In it were women in corsets and handcuffs being worshiped by leather-clad men and women. There were photos of spankings, binding sessions, and the one thing that made him cum instantly, pony play. He was too young to fully understand the implications, but the young women clad in corsets, boots, body harnesses, headstalls, and holy KAMI, tails, fueled his wet dreams for years.

He never pursued this particular kink; instead he allowed the glances of that one magazine to give him all the images he needed to last him a lifetime. Or so he thought. Now that he knew that Shuichi and Yuki were into some kind of BDSM playing, he couldn’t stop the images of Shuichi prancing around the room with a rock hard erection and a flowing pink tail from assailing his mind. The deep throbbing vibrations that the bike added to his arousal and made driving nearly impossible. He discreetly adjusted his member so it was pointed straight up inside his jeans and tried to get home as fast as possible.

‘Concentrate on the road. The road. The road.’ This mantra worked while the bike was moving, but at the next red light, his imagination took hold once again, and a vision of Yuki on his hands and knees, naked, ass in the air and flowing blond tail swishing between his legs snuck in behind his eyes, and he came in his pants.

Gripping the handlebars, he pressed his sac into the vibrating bike seat and let the waves of his orgasm roll over his body. It was a long red light, and by the time it had turned green he was swaying slightly from the experience and cursing his lack of control. You’d think he was 14-years-old!!

He took the rest of the ride to his apartment at break-neck speeds. Once he parked the bike, he held his helmet in front of the wet stain and the escaped dribble of cum on his jeans as he made his way to his front door.

He threw his helmet down on the couch before noticing his best friend sitting directly in front of him, staring at the obvious result of Hiro’s ‘accident’. He ran from the living room into his bedroom to clean up, hearing the snickers escaping from Shuichi.

He decided against wearing sweat pants, afraid that his body would betray him again. With Shuichi sitting on his couch he couldn’t let his arousal be visible. They were too old to jerk off with each other anymore. And anyway, Yuki would probably kill him if he suggested it. Those two kept no secrets from each other.

Donning the tightest pair of jeans he owned, he walked back into the living room to see what his friend wanted.

“Sorry Hiro, I just wanted to talk to you about what I said earlier. I didn’t mean to run out like that, not on you. I know I can talk to you about things like that. But K and Suguru! No way!” Shuichi pointed at the chair across from him, inviting the guitarist to sit down.

Hiro groaned softly, knowing that he was in for a painful experience. Suddenly tight jeans seemed like the dumbest things he could have put on. He’d be doubled over in torment in no time if they were going to discuss Shuichi’s scening sessions with Yuki.

“Nah, we don’t need to talk about it Shu. Let’s forget it, ‘k?” Hiro grabbed a beer for himself and a soda for Shuichi and sat down, hoping they’d drop the topic.

“You sure? I mean, it’s no big deal. I trust you, so if you want to know, I’ll tell you.” Shuichi’s eyes looked at him with anticipation.

Hiro shifted in his chair and downed the beer in one gulp. “Well, I kinda looked it up online. You guys are into BDSM, right?”

Shuichi nodded yes. “Not all the time, just on special occasions. We’re into light roll-playing. It’s fun! We’ve only been doing it for about a year now, and Eiri is talking about entering me in a show competition out at Depravity. He’s a good trainer.” Shuichi’s cheeks flushed as pink as his hair at the statement.

“Depravity? What’s that? And what do you mean, show competition?” Hiro immediately regretted asking the questions, but Shuichi answered before he could stop him.

”It’s a resort for people that scene like me and Eiri. It’s a safe place for us to play, and watch others play, and let others watch us play if we want.” Shuichi took in his friend’s appearance and made a decision. “Well, why don’t you ask me about the show competition another time. It looks like what I’ve told you so far is a little overwhelming. Are you okay?”

Hiro kept shifting trying to unbend his erection, but the jeans were just too tight and the pain was mounting. “Yeah, I’m fine. Uh, beer went right through me! Be right back!!” He hobbled to the bathroom to seek a little release. Shuichi would get suspicious if he spent too much time behind the closed door, so he adjusted his hard-on and mentally prepared himself for the rest of their conversation.

A/N: So, what do you think! Do you want to read more? I know, pony play is a tad, um, extreme, but fuck it’s hot! Ok, so I’m a complete hentai, I know. Can’t help it.
I promise to update this on a regular basis. Enjoy!!