Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Never Let Go ❯ Bound ( Chapter 5 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: kispexi2 
The boys find themselves tied up in bonds of their own creation. WARNING: light D/s, bondage.
Anime/Manga: Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.19.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 512 | Status: Work In Progress
The boys find themselves tied up in bonds of their own creation. WARNING: light D/s, bondage.
Anime/Manga: Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.19.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 512 | Status: Work In Progress
Saiyuki and its characters belong to Kazuya Minekura.
WARNING: light D/s, light bondage
BOUND
“Koumyou Sanzo; the only Sanzo priest I ever acknowledged. My teacher, my master.”
Ni's bitter laughter echoed off the cold laboratory walls. He lifted the stuffed toy from his desk and stared into its unseeing eyes.
“Yes, bunny - he was my master too. People conveniently forget that. I went to him young and extraordinarily gifted in every way. I was the perfect disciple - and very much in awe of him. I thought ... but he already had the infamous Kouryuu. There were rumours, of course.”
Ni leered at the toy.
“When people see a man of forty spending so much time with a boy, they're bound to jump to conclusions.”
The rabbit gazed back, unblinking, and Ni laughed again.
“No, you're right. Koumyou never touched the kid that way.”
Two sets of images flickered across the split screen to Ni's left. He watched them for a moment, a dark smile creeping across his face.
“It might have been easier for everyone if he had.”
* * * * *
They'd been walking for hours; the suggestion of pink in the eastern sky proved it.
“I'm hungry.”
Sanzo's eyes flicked warily towards Goku but this time, at least, he appeared to be speaking literally.
“You're always hungry.”
“Not like this,” Goku whined.
Hugging his growling belly, he stopped walking and flopped down to sit on the wall at the road side, doubled over as if in real pain.
Sanzo rolled his eyes and took out a cigarette.
“I don't see why we couldn't've stayed at th' inn last night with th' others,” Goku complained. “We coulda gone to see your monk pals after breakfast.”
Sanzo didn't answer. What could he have said? Because I don't trust you not to jump me again? Because I don't trust myself not to let you? Because when I look at you, I can still feel you, taste you ... Suddenly, being out on the open road with Goku didn't seem so very clever either. Sanzo wriggled his jeans into a more comfortable position and decided to avoid the question altogether.
“Firstly - they are not my 'pals'. They had information I needed, that's all. And second - you could've eaten your fill in that bar, if you hadn't got us run out of town.”
Goku's head snapped up.
“But those guys were grabbin' at you an' callin' you-”
“It wasn't your concern,” Sanzo answered, talking over him. “I don't need you defending me.”
Instantly, Sanzo realized that wasn't entirely true. A week ago, he'd needed it desperately. His life had depended on it. He took an angry suck on his cigarette and glared at Goku.
Goku grinned.
“Yeah, but I wanted to.”
He was so fucking appealing when he smiled.
“Baka,” Sanzo grunted, not sure that he sounded suitably irritated. Noticing a cut on Goku's chin and bruising on his cheek, he plastered on another scowl. “You're no good to me if you're injured.”
Goku's hand moved to his face, fingers prodding for signs of damage.
“Ya mean this?” he asked. “It's all right, it doesn't hurt. An' anyway, I mend quick. Don't worry.”
“I don't,” Sanzo insisted and Goku's smile faded.
He dropped his gaze and began fiddling with his cuffs. There was a long slash on his forearm too. It looked deep, painful. Sanzo dragged his eyes away from the goddamn stupid ape and his needless injuries and focused his attention on the sinking moon. What the hell had he ever done to deserve Goku?
“Crap!” the monkey suddenly cursed. “This one's torn. Now I'm super mad.”
Reluctantly Sanzo looked back at him. His dark head was still bowed but Sanzo could see he was pouting as he plucked at the cuff on his left wrist. It certainly was torn, although 'hanging by a thread' was probably a better description. Even so, it was hardly a disaster.
“Why do you still wear those stupid things?”
Goku raised his head, clearly surprised that Sanzo even needed to ask.
“ 'cause you gave them me,” he replied. “When we first met. They're th' only things from then that still fit.”
He carefully removed the torn piece of clothing and stuffed it into a pocket. Then a frown furrowed his brow.
“Why? Don't you like 'em?”
For some reason, the question made Sanzo uncomfortable.
“I've got no opinion on them either way,” he replied.
“So - why d'ya get them in th' first place?”
Sanzo took a drag on his cigarette.
“To cover the chafing on your wrists - from the shackles.”
Goku must have done a great deal of struggling against his bonds during his five hundred years of imprisonment because there had been a lot of rough, reddened skin and Sanzo hadn't wanted those moronic monks at Keiun temple thinking ... thinking that he'd tied Goku, that he'd ... And they would have done, filthy-minded bastards that they were. As if Sanzo would have done that to a kid! As if he would ever ...
Goku wasn't a kid any more, some dark, rebellious part of Sanzo's brain pointed out and yet again he had to tug his jeans a fraction lower. Crap! This was all the goddamn Sanbutsushins' fault. Living in denial had been so much easier. Sanzo wished to hell he could go back to not seeing with the eyes of his heart.
Goku was still frowning.
“D'ya want me to stop wearin' them?”
Sanzo clenched his teeth.
“I don't care. Do whatever the hell you want.”
Goku gave him another dazzling smile.
“Okay. D'ya think Hakkai will be able to mend it?”
Sanzo flicked his cigarette butt onto the ground and stamped it out.
“You want to keep it, mend it yourself,” he ordered.
Goku lifted his chin and looked Sanzo unflinchingly in the eye.
“I do,” he declared, all determination. “An' I will.”
Sanzo had to remind himself they were talking about a stupid scrap of cloth, nothing more.
“Get up,” he growled. “We've wasted enough time already.”
* * * * *
Either Sha Gojyo was having one helluva a good dream or -
he opened an eye
- Hakkai was blowing him.
The sight of that oh-so-proper head bent purposefully over his groin was almost as thrilling as the sensation of warmth and undulating wetness. Almost. Holy fuck, it felt good. Hakkai might have a gift for healing people but, if Gojyo's experience was anything to go by, he had a wicked talent for undoing them too. Gojyo arched and gave a soft moan as Hakkai's tongue made its way up his dick, and whimpered in protest when it stopped agonizingly short of the crown to slide, hard and unrelenting, back down again.
Gojyo dragged in a breath. He couldn't let Hakkai do this for him again - not when he'd never let Gojyo reciprocate. Hakkai's problem was that he was way too giving.
“Hakkai ...”
There was no answer, just another long, slow sweep of that warm, wet, wonderful tongue. Gojyo shuddered and fought the urge to grab Hakkai by the hair and thrust into his mouth. He'd never, ever had head like he got from Hakkai. The guy really seemed to enjoy it; he certainly liked making it last. He'd lick, nibble and suck for goddamn ages, until Gojyo was squirming and damn near ready to scream, but even then, he'd only take him loosely into his mouth, the seal of his lips too soft and gentle to tip Gojyo over the edge. Oh yeah, and then it would really start - the pushing him right to the brink of release and the dragging him back down again. Over and over, until Gojyo was shaking and begging for mercy.
“Hakkai - look, you don't always have to be the one to-”
Gojyo jerked as he felt sharp nip to the base of his dick. Hakkai ceased in his ministrations and looked up.
“Really, Gojyo,” he sighed in that prim, school-teacher way he had when disappointed, “I'm sure I've told you before that I don't like to be disturbed when I'm busy, haven't I?”
With his lips red and swollen and his silky dark hair tousled and even more ragged than usual, he'd have been the very picture of debauchery, had it not been for the steely glint in those green, green eyes.
Gojyo groaned. There was no point arguing with Hakkai; you'd never win.
Not that that was going to stop Gojyo, of course.
“Yeah,” he conceded., reaching down to grip his lover by the shoulders, “but ...”
Hakkai twisted free.
“But nothing, Gojyo,” he said firmly. “I can see you need reminding. Give me your hands please.”
What the hell, Gojyo wondered as he complied. Surely Hakkai wasn't planning on ..? Oh God, he was! He'd retrieved their discarded shirt from the floor where Gojyo had flung them the pervious night. With one, he bound Gojyo's wrists together, then looped the second around the knot to tie Gojyo's hands to the iron bed frame above his head.
Gojyo had no idea Hakkai could be so kinky. Not that he was complaining. His dick twitched against his belly.
“Will that hold, d'you think?” Hakkai asked with a doubtful frown at the makeshift restraint.
Gojyo gave it an experimental tug; it was stronger than he'd expected. Trying not to sound nervous, he laughed.
“Depends on how crazy you plan on driving me, I guess.”
There was a lengthy silence as Hakkai considered the question, his eyes slowly travelling the length of Gojyo's outstretched body, lingering over each hot spot.
“How crazy? Let me see,” he mused. “Screaming mad, I think ... In which case,” - he felt around under the bed for what turned out to be Gojyo's headband and put it on him, pulling it down until it covered his mouth - “a degree of muffling might be in order.”
Gojyo was glad to be lying down; the implacable look on Hakkai's face had already turned his bones to jelly. Of course, he could have resisted, refused to play along - but where would the fun have been in that? Besides, Gojyo had a sneaking suspicion that crossing Hakkai in this mood might not be that wise a thing to do. So he waited, every muscle tense with anticipation and his heart thudding against his ribs.
Hakkai met his eyes and smiled one of those smiles that curved his lips but didn't quite reach his eyes, the kind of smile that made Gojyo nervous at the best of times. When he was naked and tied to a bed, it made his pulse race. Which doubtless Hakkai knew.
Just like he knew that straddling Gojyo just so would exert exactly
the right degree of pressure but no more than a hint of the friction Gojyo craved.
Hakkai leant in and kissed him, whispering “Lie still” against his lips.
Gojyo tried not to move, but he couldn't help it. His hips jerked up against Hakkai's spread thighs. He couldn't control it, this hunger he felt for Hakkai, this desperate need to be touched, kissed, loved.
“So impatient,” Hakkai murmured, “You've got no control, Gojyo.”
“You've got too much,” Gojyo tried to retort, but the headband stuck to his lips and tongue and he ended up having to spit out a mouthful of damp cotton.
“And you talk too much,” Hakkai chuckled. “I think perhaps I should do something about that - distract you a little.”
Light fingertips began tracing slow zigzags across Gojyo's chest, sometimes bumping over a tightening nipple, sometimes not. Gojyo found himself shifting on the bed in order to improve the chances of a hit, his upper body straining into Hakkai's touch. Then, all of a sudden Hakkai lowered his head and those gentle touches gave way to fierce sucking and almost-painful bites. Gojyo shuddered and closed his eyes, breathing hard against the headband.
A warm hand cupped his balls, tight enough to make him stiffen apprehensively for a few seconds before another curled around him and began stroking in a way that made him sink back against the sheets with a sigh. Just a little harder, a little faster, and Gojyo could die happy.
No chance. Hakkai was a frickin' sadist. Mid-stroke, he removed both hands.
Gojyo growled and tugged on the shirts that held him captive but at Hakkai's disapproving click of the tongue, he somehow managed to force himself to lie still. His reward was the brush of Hakkai's lips against his thigh and the tickle of his tongue in the hollow between taut tendon and tight muscle.
“Hakkai ...” Gojyo moaned into his headband.
Hakkai's hands skimmed gentle caresses over his chest and stomach whilst light kisses rained down on his thighs, his balls, his dick. Gojyo's hips lifted from the bed, hopeful. Pleading.
Hakkai took the hint and Gojyo's ability to keep track of what was happening began to falter. All he knew what that his body was overloading with pleasure, his blood was roaring and Hakkai - Hakkai - was going to make him come. A sharp jolt went up his spine, his balls tightened and his heart thumped.
Hakkai pulled away.
Gojyo whined and twisted. He pumped his hips insistently, but Hakkai's mouth was gone. As Gojyo wailed in protest - and got another mouthful of damp cloth for his trouble - Hakkai's face appeared above him, eyes glittering.
“Do you want me, Gojyo?” he asked.
Gojyo nodded vigourously. Hakkai smiled and removed the headband.
“Really?”
With blood still flooding into his dick, it took a while for Gojyo to process the word and the fact that it was a question.
“Yes, you nutbar,” he panted. “Really.”
The light in Hakkai's eyes softened. He cupped Gojyo's chin and kissed him, long and slow. Gojyo moaned into his mouth. Tender was all very well and good - most of the time it was great - but Gojyo was way beyond that right now. He needed -
Hakkai broke the kiss and moved back down the bed to kneel between Gojyo's thighs. Catching hold of one of Gojyo's legs behind the knee, he pushed it up towards his chest. With most of Hakkai's weight on his other leg, to Gojyo the position was unfamiliar and awkward. What the hell was Hakkai doing? Something was gonna break. Gojyo was just about to grunt in protest when Hakkai pushed fingers that had somehow been coated with lube inside him and suddenly his discomfort didn't seem so bad after all.
“I thought this time I'd top. If that's okay.”
The polite explanation seemed to come at Gojyo from far, far away because Hakkai had found Gojyo's sweet spot and was teasing it mercilessly, sending little ripples of pleasure pulsing through him.
“I -I guess,” he managed to answer at last.
“You don't sound very sure,” Hakkai observed and drove his fingers in once more, hard and deep this time.
Gojyo shuddered and let out a scream that was part shock, part delight and need.
“YES!” he yelled. “Yes. For God's sake, yes.”
The fingers pulled out of him, even as he clamped down on them, unwilling to let go. There was a moment of near silence, broken only by Gojyo's own harsh breathing, followed by the gloopy sound of Hakkai slicking himself, and then all Gojyo could hear was himself moaning as Hakkai pressed into him. It seemed to go on forever, his body gradually opening up and Hakkai pushing in further and further. Gojyo had never felt so full. Not just in his ass but in his chest, his heart ...Being with women had never felt this good. This was-
Hakkai thrust and Gojyo caught his breath, gasping for air. He tried for more control, bracing a foot against the bed and trying to wrap his other leg around Hakkai's waist but the angle was all wrong and then Hakkai was plunging into him again, and Gojyo was drowning, drowning in the sweetness of being possessed, of being claimed as Hakkai's own. His arms ached with longing to hold him but Hakkai had tied him down and all he could do was lie back and let Hakkai take him.
He'd scarcely had time to get used to the idea and regain a modicum of composure before Hakkai began stroking him again, the movement of his hand keeping pace with his thrusts. Gojyo's head lolled to the side. He struggled to breathe, to stay with Hakkai, but it was hopeless. Hakkai was inside him and jerking him off at the same time. And Gojyo just had to take it.
Take the pounding, take the way Hakkai was making him shudder, take whatever Hakkai wanted to do to him.
His heart beat faster. He wanted to break free, but he wanted to be held down even more. He tried again to wrest some control away from Hakkai only to have his knee forced up higher. A thrill of helpless excitement went though him and, with a low groan of submission, he shivered and came.
Convulsion followed convulsion with Gojyo vaguely aware that he was shaking uncontrollably and babbling Hakkai's name over and over like a lovestruck teenager. Above him, eyes closed, Hakkai stilled. Gojyo waited for him to scream or at least give a little shout of triumph, but as usual, the only sound Hakkai made was a soft “Kuh” like one of Hakuryu's kyuus. Gojyo smiled to himself; only Hakkai could come that quietly after sex as hot as that.
Unless ...
“Hakkai - that was fantastic, right?”
Hakkai opened his eyes and blinked.
“What? Oh -” he seemed confused, then embarrassed - “Yes. Yes, it was. Very nice.”
Very nice? Gojyo had never had to ask anyone that question before. Doing so with Hakkai had been fucking humiliating and all he got was a 'Very nice'?
“You coulda sounded like you enjoyed it, then,” he complained, half-hating himself for being so goddamn needy. “Made it more obvious.”
Was it Gojyo's imagination or had Hakkai's eyes just narrowed? Must've been, because all of a sudden Hakkai laughed and flipped the back of his hand across Gojyo's chest.
“Not everyone makes a lot of noise,” he pointed out. “And I shouldn't think anyone makes as much as you.”
It was Gojyo's turn to wear an embarrassed little smile.
“That was your fault,” he countered. “You're the one who tied me up and fucked me stupid.”
Hakkai raised an eyebrow.
“You're strong, Gojyo. You could have broken free any time you wanted.”
Gojyo's grin turned wily.
“Yeah, I know. I just didn't wanna.”
* * * * * *
The DNA fractionation column bubbled and the printer spat out another ribbon of figures. Ni drew it through his fingers, analyzing the data. It was interesting, very interesting. It might even be the breakthrough he'd been waiting for.
He settled into his chair and took his stuffed rabbit toy onto his lap.
“Chemistry is fascinating, hunny bunny,” he told it, caressing the velvety head. “All those little atoms, locked away inside their less-than-perfect shells. They don't know it, but they're seeking completion. A positive charge here, a negative one there and - bam! Bonding.”
He glanced up at the monitor where only one of the two sets of images was still moving.
“But the thing about bonds is that, with the right approach, they can always be broken. And the tighter the bond,” - he yanked sharply on one of the rabbit's ears- “the more devastating the explosion.”
The toy stared blankly into space, black feathers spilling from the gaping hole in its head and spiralling downwards.
WARNING: light D/s, light bondage
BOUND
“Koumyou Sanzo; the only Sanzo priest I ever acknowledged. My teacher, my master.”
Ni's bitter laughter echoed off the cold laboratory walls. He lifted the stuffed toy from his desk and stared into its unseeing eyes.
“Yes, bunny - he was my master too. People conveniently forget that. I went to him young and extraordinarily gifted in every way. I was the perfect disciple - and very much in awe of him. I thought ... but he already had the infamous Kouryuu. There were rumours, of course.”
Ni leered at the toy.
“When people see a man of forty spending so much time with a boy, they're bound to jump to conclusions.”
The rabbit gazed back, unblinking, and Ni laughed again.
“No, you're right. Koumyou never touched the kid that way.”
Two sets of images flickered across the split screen to Ni's left. He watched them for a moment, a dark smile creeping across his face.
“It might have been easier for everyone if he had.”
* * * * *
They'd been walking for hours; the suggestion of pink in the eastern sky proved it.
“I'm hungry.”
Sanzo's eyes flicked warily towards Goku but this time, at least, he appeared to be speaking literally.
“You're always hungry.”
“Not like this,” Goku whined.
Hugging his growling belly, he stopped walking and flopped down to sit on the wall at the road side, doubled over as if in real pain.
Sanzo rolled his eyes and took out a cigarette.
“I don't see why we couldn't've stayed at th' inn last night with th' others,” Goku complained. “We coulda gone to see your monk pals after breakfast.”
Sanzo didn't answer. What could he have said? Because I don't trust you not to jump me again? Because I don't trust myself not to let you? Because when I look at you, I can still feel you, taste you ... Suddenly, being out on the open road with Goku didn't seem so very clever either. Sanzo wriggled his jeans into a more comfortable position and decided to avoid the question altogether.
“Firstly - they are not my 'pals'. They had information I needed, that's all. And second - you could've eaten your fill in that bar, if you hadn't got us run out of town.”
Goku's head snapped up.
“But those guys were grabbin' at you an' callin' you-”
“It wasn't your concern,” Sanzo answered, talking over him. “I don't need you defending me.”
Instantly, Sanzo realized that wasn't entirely true. A week ago, he'd needed it desperately. His life had depended on it. He took an angry suck on his cigarette and glared at Goku.
Goku grinned.
“Yeah, but I wanted to.”
He was so fucking appealing when he smiled.
“Baka,” Sanzo grunted, not sure that he sounded suitably irritated. Noticing a cut on Goku's chin and bruising on his cheek, he plastered on another scowl. “You're no good to me if you're injured.”
Goku's hand moved to his face, fingers prodding for signs of damage.
“Ya mean this?” he asked. “It's all right, it doesn't hurt. An' anyway, I mend quick. Don't worry.”
“I don't,” Sanzo insisted and Goku's smile faded.
He dropped his gaze and began fiddling with his cuffs. There was a long slash on his forearm too. It looked deep, painful. Sanzo dragged his eyes away from the goddamn stupid ape and his needless injuries and focused his attention on the sinking moon. What the hell had he ever done to deserve Goku?
“Crap!” the monkey suddenly cursed. “This one's torn. Now I'm super mad.”
Reluctantly Sanzo looked back at him. His dark head was still bowed but Sanzo could see he was pouting as he plucked at the cuff on his left wrist. It certainly was torn, although 'hanging by a thread' was probably a better description. Even so, it was hardly a disaster.
“Why do you still wear those stupid things?”
Goku raised his head, clearly surprised that Sanzo even needed to ask.
“ 'cause you gave them me,” he replied. “When we first met. They're th' only things from then that still fit.”
He carefully removed the torn piece of clothing and stuffed it into a pocket. Then a frown furrowed his brow.
“Why? Don't you like 'em?”
For some reason, the question made Sanzo uncomfortable.
“I've got no opinion on them either way,” he replied.
“So - why d'ya get them in th' first place?”
Sanzo took a drag on his cigarette.
“To cover the chafing on your wrists - from the shackles.”
Goku must have done a great deal of struggling against his bonds during his five hundred years of imprisonment because there had been a lot of rough, reddened skin and Sanzo hadn't wanted those moronic monks at Keiun temple thinking ... thinking that he'd tied Goku, that he'd ... And they would have done, filthy-minded bastards that they were. As if Sanzo would have done that to a kid! As if he would ever ...
Goku wasn't a kid any more, some dark, rebellious part of Sanzo's brain pointed out and yet again he had to tug his jeans a fraction lower. Crap! This was all the goddamn Sanbutsushins' fault. Living in denial had been so much easier. Sanzo wished to hell he could go back to not seeing with the eyes of his heart.
Goku was still frowning.
“D'ya want me to stop wearin' them?”
Sanzo clenched his teeth.
“I don't care. Do whatever the hell you want.”
Goku gave him another dazzling smile.
“Okay. D'ya think Hakkai will be able to mend it?”
Sanzo flicked his cigarette butt onto the ground and stamped it out.
“You want to keep it, mend it yourself,” he ordered.
Goku lifted his chin and looked Sanzo unflinchingly in the eye.
“I do,” he declared, all determination. “An' I will.”
Sanzo had to remind himself they were talking about a stupid scrap of cloth, nothing more.
“Get up,” he growled. “We've wasted enough time already.”
* * * * *
Either Sha Gojyo was having one helluva a good dream or -
he opened an eye
- Hakkai was blowing him.
The sight of that oh-so-proper head bent purposefully over his groin was almost as thrilling as the sensation of warmth and undulating wetness. Almost. Holy fuck, it felt good. Hakkai might have a gift for healing people but, if Gojyo's experience was anything to go by, he had a wicked talent for undoing them too. Gojyo arched and gave a soft moan as Hakkai's tongue made its way up his dick, and whimpered in protest when it stopped agonizingly short of the crown to slide, hard and unrelenting, back down again.
Gojyo dragged in a breath. He couldn't let Hakkai do this for him again - not when he'd never let Gojyo reciprocate. Hakkai's problem was that he was way too giving.
“Hakkai ...”
There was no answer, just another long, slow sweep of that warm, wet, wonderful tongue. Gojyo shuddered and fought the urge to grab Hakkai by the hair and thrust into his mouth. He'd never, ever had head like he got from Hakkai. The guy really seemed to enjoy it; he certainly liked making it last. He'd lick, nibble and suck for goddamn ages, until Gojyo was squirming and damn near ready to scream, but even then, he'd only take him loosely into his mouth, the seal of his lips too soft and gentle to tip Gojyo over the edge. Oh yeah, and then it would really start - the pushing him right to the brink of release and the dragging him back down again. Over and over, until Gojyo was shaking and begging for mercy.
“Hakkai - look, you don't always have to be the one to-”
Gojyo jerked as he felt sharp nip to the base of his dick. Hakkai ceased in his ministrations and looked up.
“Really, Gojyo,” he sighed in that prim, school-teacher way he had when disappointed, “I'm sure I've told you before that I don't like to be disturbed when I'm busy, haven't I?”
With his lips red and swollen and his silky dark hair tousled and even more ragged than usual, he'd have been the very picture of debauchery, had it not been for the steely glint in those green, green eyes.
Gojyo groaned. There was no point arguing with Hakkai; you'd never win.
Not that that was going to stop Gojyo, of course.
“Yeah,” he conceded., reaching down to grip his lover by the shoulders, “but ...”
Hakkai twisted free.
“But nothing, Gojyo,” he said firmly. “I can see you need reminding. Give me your hands please.”
What the hell, Gojyo wondered as he complied. Surely Hakkai wasn't planning on ..? Oh God, he was! He'd retrieved their discarded shirt from the floor where Gojyo had flung them the pervious night. With one, he bound Gojyo's wrists together, then looped the second around the knot to tie Gojyo's hands to the iron bed frame above his head.
Gojyo had no idea Hakkai could be so kinky. Not that he was complaining. His dick twitched against his belly.
“Will that hold, d'you think?” Hakkai asked with a doubtful frown at the makeshift restraint.
Gojyo gave it an experimental tug; it was stronger than he'd expected. Trying not to sound nervous, he laughed.
“Depends on how crazy you plan on driving me, I guess.”
There was a lengthy silence as Hakkai considered the question, his eyes slowly travelling the length of Gojyo's outstretched body, lingering over each hot spot.
“How crazy? Let me see,” he mused. “Screaming mad, I think ... In which case,” - he felt around under the bed for what turned out to be Gojyo's headband and put it on him, pulling it down until it covered his mouth - “a degree of muffling might be in order.”
Gojyo was glad to be lying down; the implacable look on Hakkai's face had already turned his bones to jelly. Of course, he could have resisted, refused to play along - but where would the fun have been in that? Besides, Gojyo had a sneaking suspicion that crossing Hakkai in this mood might not be that wise a thing to do. So he waited, every muscle tense with anticipation and his heart thudding against his ribs.
Hakkai met his eyes and smiled one of those smiles that curved his lips but didn't quite reach his eyes, the kind of smile that made Gojyo nervous at the best of times. When he was naked and tied to a bed, it made his pulse race. Which doubtless Hakkai knew.
Just like he knew that straddling Gojyo just so would exert exactly
the right degree of pressure but no more than a hint of the friction Gojyo craved.
Hakkai leant in and kissed him, whispering “Lie still” against his lips.
Gojyo tried not to move, but he couldn't help it. His hips jerked up against Hakkai's spread thighs. He couldn't control it, this hunger he felt for Hakkai, this desperate need to be touched, kissed, loved.
“So impatient,” Hakkai murmured, “You've got no control, Gojyo.”
“You've got too much,” Gojyo tried to retort, but the headband stuck to his lips and tongue and he ended up having to spit out a mouthful of damp cotton.
“And you talk too much,” Hakkai chuckled. “I think perhaps I should do something about that - distract you a little.”
Light fingertips began tracing slow zigzags across Gojyo's chest, sometimes bumping over a tightening nipple, sometimes not. Gojyo found himself shifting on the bed in order to improve the chances of a hit, his upper body straining into Hakkai's touch. Then, all of a sudden Hakkai lowered his head and those gentle touches gave way to fierce sucking and almost-painful bites. Gojyo shuddered and closed his eyes, breathing hard against the headband.
A warm hand cupped his balls, tight enough to make him stiffen apprehensively for a few seconds before another curled around him and began stroking in a way that made him sink back against the sheets with a sigh. Just a little harder, a little faster, and Gojyo could die happy.
No chance. Hakkai was a frickin' sadist. Mid-stroke, he removed both hands.
Gojyo growled and tugged on the shirts that held him captive but at Hakkai's disapproving click of the tongue, he somehow managed to force himself to lie still. His reward was the brush of Hakkai's lips against his thigh and the tickle of his tongue in the hollow between taut tendon and tight muscle.
“Hakkai ...” Gojyo moaned into his headband.
Hakkai's hands skimmed gentle caresses over his chest and stomach whilst light kisses rained down on his thighs, his balls, his dick. Gojyo's hips lifted from the bed, hopeful. Pleading.
Hakkai took the hint and Gojyo's ability to keep track of what was happening began to falter. All he knew what that his body was overloading with pleasure, his blood was roaring and Hakkai - Hakkai - was going to make him come. A sharp jolt went up his spine, his balls tightened and his heart thumped.
Hakkai pulled away.
Gojyo whined and twisted. He pumped his hips insistently, but Hakkai's mouth was gone. As Gojyo wailed in protest - and got another mouthful of damp cloth for his trouble - Hakkai's face appeared above him, eyes glittering.
“Do you want me, Gojyo?” he asked.
Gojyo nodded vigourously. Hakkai smiled and removed the headband.
“Really?”
With blood still flooding into his dick, it took a while for Gojyo to process the word and the fact that it was a question.
“Yes, you nutbar,” he panted. “Really.”
The light in Hakkai's eyes softened. He cupped Gojyo's chin and kissed him, long and slow. Gojyo moaned into his mouth. Tender was all very well and good - most of the time it was great - but Gojyo was way beyond that right now. He needed -
Hakkai broke the kiss and moved back down the bed to kneel between Gojyo's thighs. Catching hold of one of Gojyo's legs behind the knee, he pushed it up towards his chest. With most of Hakkai's weight on his other leg, to Gojyo the position was unfamiliar and awkward. What the hell was Hakkai doing? Something was gonna break. Gojyo was just about to grunt in protest when Hakkai pushed fingers that had somehow been coated with lube inside him and suddenly his discomfort didn't seem so bad after all.
“I thought this time I'd top. If that's okay.”
The polite explanation seemed to come at Gojyo from far, far away because Hakkai had found Gojyo's sweet spot and was teasing it mercilessly, sending little ripples of pleasure pulsing through him.
“I -I guess,” he managed to answer at last.
“You don't sound very sure,” Hakkai observed and drove his fingers in once more, hard and deep this time.
Gojyo shuddered and let out a scream that was part shock, part delight and need.
“YES!” he yelled. “Yes. For God's sake, yes.”
The fingers pulled out of him, even as he clamped down on them, unwilling to let go. There was a moment of near silence, broken only by Gojyo's own harsh breathing, followed by the gloopy sound of Hakkai slicking himself, and then all Gojyo could hear was himself moaning as Hakkai pressed into him. It seemed to go on forever, his body gradually opening up and Hakkai pushing in further and further. Gojyo had never felt so full. Not just in his ass but in his chest, his heart ...Being with women had never felt this good. This was-
Hakkai thrust and Gojyo caught his breath, gasping for air. He tried for more control, bracing a foot against the bed and trying to wrap his other leg around Hakkai's waist but the angle was all wrong and then Hakkai was plunging into him again, and Gojyo was drowning, drowning in the sweetness of being possessed, of being claimed as Hakkai's own. His arms ached with longing to hold him but Hakkai had tied him down and all he could do was lie back and let Hakkai take him.
He'd scarcely had time to get used to the idea and regain a modicum of composure before Hakkai began stroking him again, the movement of his hand keeping pace with his thrusts. Gojyo's head lolled to the side. He struggled to breathe, to stay with Hakkai, but it was hopeless. Hakkai was inside him and jerking him off at the same time. And Gojyo just had to take it.
Take the pounding, take the way Hakkai was making him shudder, take whatever Hakkai wanted to do to him.
His heart beat faster. He wanted to break free, but he wanted to be held down even more. He tried again to wrest some control away from Hakkai only to have his knee forced up higher. A thrill of helpless excitement went though him and, with a low groan of submission, he shivered and came.
Convulsion followed convulsion with Gojyo vaguely aware that he was shaking uncontrollably and babbling Hakkai's name over and over like a lovestruck teenager. Above him, eyes closed, Hakkai stilled. Gojyo waited for him to scream or at least give a little shout of triumph, but as usual, the only sound Hakkai made was a soft “Kuh” like one of Hakuryu's kyuus. Gojyo smiled to himself; only Hakkai could come that quietly after sex as hot as that.
Unless ...
“Hakkai - that was fantastic, right?”
Hakkai opened his eyes and blinked.
“What? Oh -” he seemed confused, then embarrassed - “Yes. Yes, it was. Very nice.”
Very nice? Gojyo had never had to ask anyone that question before. Doing so with Hakkai had been fucking humiliating and all he got was a 'Very nice'?
“You coulda sounded like you enjoyed it, then,” he complained, half-hating himself for being so goddamn needy. “Made it more obvious.”
Was it Gojyo's imagination or had Hakkai's eyes just narrowed? Must've been, because all of a sudden Hakkai laughed and flipped the back of his hand across Gojyo's chest.
“Not everyone makes a lot of noise,” he pointed out. “And I shouldn't think anyone makes as much as you.”
It was Gojyo's turn to wear an embarrassed little smile.
“That was your fault,” he countered. “You're the one who tied me up and fucked me stupid.”
Hakkai raised an eyebrow.
“You're strong, Gojyo. You could have broken free any time you wanted.”
Gojyo's grin turned wily.
“Yeah, I know. I just didn't wanna.”
* * * * * *
The DNA fractionation column bubbled and the printer spat out another ribbon of figures. Ni drew it through his fingers, analyzing the data. It was interesting, very interesting. It might even be the breakthrough he'd been waiting for.
He settled into his chair and took his stuffed rabbit toy onto his lap.
“Chemistry is fascinating, hunny bunny,” he told it, caressing the velvety head. “All those little atoms, locked away inside their less-than-perfect shells. They don't know it, but they're seeking completion. A positive charge here, a negative one there and - bam! Bonding.”
He glanced up at the monitor where only one of the two sets of images was still moving.
“But the thing about bonds is that, with the right approach, they can always be broken. And the tighter the bond,” - he yanked sharply on one of the rabbit's ears- “the more devastating the explosion.”
The toy stared blankly into space, black feathers spilling from the gaping hole in its head and spiralling downwards.