The Wallflower Fan Fiction ❯ Fit To Be Tied ❯ Fit To Be Tied ( Chapter 1 )

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Maybe the only way to get these two to wake up to how they really feel is to put them into a situation they can't get out of... M/F, Lemon, BDSM

Anime/Manga: The Wallflower Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 05.13.2008 | Pages: 12 | Words: 8.5K | Visits: 4.4K | Status: Completed

Fit To Be Tied - Version 1

This is my answer to this week's elemonth hour challenge.

WARNING: DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU'VE READ CHAPTER 38 OF PERFECT GIRL

EVOLUTION AKA WALLFLOWER!!!! THERE ARE SPOILERS!!!!

DISC: I don't own the story or characters from Perfect Girl Evolution

aka Wallflower. I don't own anything else either - I'm really quite

poor. And I make no profit from writing this fanfiction, so please

don't sue.

In the depths of the sub-basement, Sunako struggled in vain. No

matter how she pulled, she could not undo the ropes that held her

wrists and ankles together. Usually, she had no problem breaking free

from anything that wasn't tied by Kyohei, so this was very disturbing

to her. Disturbing to her in the way that her dark room with her

coffin, her skeleton and mannequins, and skulls was to most "normal"

people.

Wriggling her arms or legs around caused her to press up tighter

against her fellow captive. The first time that realization struck

her, she jumped back from him as far as the restraints would allow and

fainted as blood from her nose spattered his bare chest. The second

time, she still fainted, but there luckily was no blood. The third

time she remained conscious, as she succeeded in ignoring the firm

body in front of her and strained at her bonds again.

Her right elbow rested on his left shoulder. His right on her left.

Her left arm wrapped up under his right arm, where it was bound at the

wrist to her right arm, her palms resting, hands almost clasping,

around her mid-forearm. The ropes were firm - tight, but not so tight

as to cut off circulation - just tight enough to prevent escape.

Someone had known what they were doing. His arms were tied exactly

the same way.

Her ankles were also bound. And if they hadn't put big, lace-up,

platform boots on, she would have been able to at least get out of the

rope that held her legs around his waist and off his lap. Or at she

could have pulled her nightgown down from where it was hitched up

around her waist, her panties resting on his thin cotton pajamas. His

legs weren't tied together - much good that did.

Pressing tighter against him as she concentrated on loosing her bonds,

her thinly covered breasts mashed into his bare chest. She was

forcing her head near his left shoulder, and consequently, his mouth

now was millimeters from her left ear. Focusing intently, she didn't

even hear his groan as she squirmed in his lap trying to find the best

position to attack the problem. But his voice brought her back to

reality.

"Sunako, please stop moving like that."

Instantly, she froze. Her brain registered the fact that there was no

space between her and the man who had been her constant torment for

the past year. His breath tickled her ear and her breathing sped up

to a frenetic pace.

Her heaving chest still against his, he moaned again into her ear.

"Please, Sunako," his voice was heavy with some emotion she didn't

recognize as one she could associate with her picture of the most

radiant creature on God's earth. "I'm sorry. I know you don't want

to be around me. I promise that as soon as we get out of here, you'll

never have to see me again. Just… calm down, okay?"

Taking a deep breath, she turned toward the beautiful man she was

literally tied to. "Wa - Why… Who did this? Why are we here like this?"

Takano sighed as he remembered.

He'd left. It was very strange. He'd come to realize that he cared

about this strange girl. The first step in that realization happened

when her aunt had locked them in a bedroom for him to take her

virginity. When he finally gave in to his desire for her, they were

set free, and the girl couldn't wait to get away from him.

He was oddly surprised by how deeply that hurt.

And then, when the people from his hometown had threatened to

sacrifice her, for the split second it took for him to realize that

his fear for her safety was ridiculous and unfounded - he saw her on

the altar looking so amazingly dark and beautiful and realized what he

felt for her was more than just desire. He wanted to… care for her.

Finally, he went home and confronted his mother, saw that nothing had

changed - his mother couldn't stand to be anywhere near him. Then

Sunako had echoed the sentiment if not the exact words of his mother:

I don't want to stay with the radiant creature, and he had to wonder,

`Is the reason I'm attracted to her because she behaves like my

mother? Will anyone ever be able to love me and want to be with me

because I'm ME, not just because of how I look? Do I want her only

because part of me wants mom to accept me? What is real? What do I want?'

It was beyond him. He had to go somewhere to think. So he left. And

spent time thinking, trying to sort everything out.

But he should have known that Yuki would worry, and would force the

others to come looking for him. When they finally found him and Yuki

asked him to please come home, he wanted to tell them all no - but the

cute boy had stood up for him, called him family, fought off all those

people from his hometown. He just couldn't say no to Yuki.

Still, when he saw that she was there, too, he was about to try to

refuse them all. And then... She'd said, "Come home, Kyohei." Not,

"I don't want to stay with you." She'd asked him to come home. Home.

Then they got back to the house, and she'd hidden in her room and

locked the door. He'd done the same. After a couple of days, Oda &

Noi had had enough. Oda cooked dinner for them all (Noi had come

over, too) as a welcome home dinner for Kyohei. It was very fancy.

Everyone had their own plate, decorated with the sauce over the

salmon. Beautiful and delicious.

And laced with sleeping pills - or at lease Sunako & Kyohei's plates

were. It took effect upon their falling asleep, and keep them in a

sound sleep so that they could be moved without waking. Apparently.

He wasn't sure whose handiwork the ropes tying them was, but they'd

done a magnificent job. He knew he wasn't going to get out of it, and

neither would she, without outside help.

He'd woken earlier than Sunako had. He'd woken to the sound of Yuki's

voice asking, "How long are we going to leave them like this?"

To which Oda had replied, "Until they finally admit it."

"Or kill each other - whichever comes first." Ranmaru's voice chimed

in, "They're so stubborn, we may end up with two corpses."

"That's not even funny!" Noi had scolded. "They just need time alone

with each other. We're giving it to them."

"Whether they want it or not," Ranmaru's laughing voice was the last

one he heard before the sub-basement door closed.

He'd tested the bonds and then tried to ignore what was in his arms

and fall back asleep. He tried to ignore the feeling of her soft

curves pressing against him, and not hear her soft sighs in her sleep.

Mostly, he tried to not feel sorry for himself. Only the weak

indulged in that pastime.

Eventually, she'd woken as well. He'd kept his eyes closed, his body

relaxed, tried to make it seem as if he was still unconscious - so

that she'd be less likely to freak out. Not because if he pretended

to be asleep he'd be able to enjoy feeling her in his arms a little

bit longer and pretend that maybe she'd want to be there. That could

never be the case.

When she started to wake up from sleep, she was surprised at how

comfortable she felt. She thought she must have rolled over into the

perfect position in her sleep, because she had never felt this

comfortable - not even in her old bed back home in Hokkaido. And

then… she tried to stretch in a morning yawn. Except her arms

wouldn't move.

Eyes popped open wide - only to see… him. And worse than the fact

that she'd been asleep in his arms, his arms were around her, too.

She tried to kick him away, and discovered her legs were tied around

his waist. Pulling back, she discovered he was tied to her as well.

Freezing like a deer in headlights, she stared at her fellow captive.

Panic began to set in as her thoughts kept repeating, "I'll melt,

I'll melt. I have to get away!"

The only thing to do: somehow work her way out of her bonds. She

pressed in to get a better look at the rope. The firm solidity of the

boy beneath her made her stomach get hot and fluttery. That's when

she realized that she was pressing her body up against his - and that

through her thin nightgown, she could feel every plane of his amazing

body. His firm chest, with her breasts squished by the firmness, his

heartbeat echoing her own against her. She jumped back, blood

squirting, and passed out in his arms.

When she woke again, again the thought came, "Mmmmmmmm. Bed feels so

good…" Then she remembered waking up feeling that way a few minutes

earlier and again snapped her eyes open to look at him. Gritting her

teeth, she again leaned forward to try to work her way out of her

bonds. This time, what got to her was the feeling of his waist

between her legs. Her naked thighs were pressed against the bare skin

there, and she could feel the silkiness of his skin - so smooth, her

own skin was like sandpaper in comparison. Yet somehow, his skin

burned her. And the burning didn't stop at her legs. No. It ran up.

Up to where her legs joined. And there, the burning didn't smolder -

it burst into flame. "Melt," was all she had time to think before she

passed out.

Waking up for the third time, she was immediately conscious of her

surroundings. She did not allow herself to think, `feels so good.'

Instead, she forced her mind to focus. The mantra repeating in her

brain, "Must get free. Must get free. Must get free," she wriggled

around trying to find the right position for leverage so that she

could force herself free, rip the ropes off of her. She continued her

maneuvers until his voice cut through the meditative chant in her head.

"Sunako, please stop moving like that."

In her brain the thoughts went, "WAH! I'll melt! No. Must stay

focused. Focus. Must get free. MELT! Feels good. NO! MELT!"

His breath tickled her ear as he moaned, and she felt the heat in her

stomach flare into a white-hot flame. Her breath was coming in quick

pants, like that of a trapped small animal. His voice sounded calm

and collected in her ear. Soothing.

"Please, Sunako." She could hear a sorrow in his voice. A loss. But

that couldn't be. `He's beautiful. What could he know of loss? He's

never known rejection.'

As he continued, "I'm sorry. I know you don't want to be around me.

I promise that as soon as we get out of here, you'll never have to see

me again. Just… calm down, okay?" her brain flashed back to when they

were at his house - and his hand reaching out to her, begging her not

to leave him alone. Quickly followed by the look on his face when

she'd told him she didn't want to stay with a radiant creature like

him - a look like he'd been slapped. Then the voice of his mother

asking him, "Can't you disappear from my life?" Last came the sad

smile he gave her as he patted his mom's head after he had told her

that she could relax because he'd never show his face there again.

Taking a deep breath, she turned toward the beautiful man she was

literally tied to. "Wa - Why… Who did this? Why are we here like this?"

He sighed and the breath tickling her ear made her shiver in his lap.

`What do I tell her?' "They tied us really well. I… don't think I

can break free. You?"

She huffed and he smelled her breath - still minty from brushing her

teeth before bed. "With… you… there, I… can't seem to find the right

leverage. If I could just shift to the right spot…" she began to

squirm in his lap and he quickly stopped her.

"Stop! Sunako. Please." She looked up at him to see his face

tightly clenched.

"Why?" Her face betrayed her confusion.

"Just… Don't." The look of concentration on his face was clear, but

through it, she thought she saw pain. "I don't think we're going to

be able to break out of this. But if we just sit here calmly, I think

eventually they'll give up."

"Who is they?" she asked with a dangerous look in her eye.

"It… doesn't matter." He shook his head. Why did it hurt so much

having her in his lap like this? "God, I gotta get outta here," he

muttered. He hadn't intended to say it out loud, but he did, and she

heard.

Her anger flashed, and she began moving around again, "Well! If you'd

just let me get some leverage, I could get us out of this mess!" She

continued moving around. She knew if she just got the right angle,

she could force her way out of this.

As she moved, her breasts were so soft, rubbing against his chest.

The soft skin of her thighs created a gentle friction against his skin

and he could feel her heat. He moaned again, and the sound pissed her

off. `I know he doesn't like me, but it's not like I asked to be here

- and anyway, I'm the one who's going to melt. Damn him!' He began

trying to move, to get away from the reaction he felt coming. He

couldn't stifle the groan that came out.

"Damn it, Sunako, Stop!"

Her movements stopped as she felt something hard press against her

thigh. `What the hell is that?' she thought. Then, "No!"

In shock, she turned to look at him, her eyes huge and brown and

beautiful. His eyes crinkled apologetically, but there was a hint of

sadness tinting it, along with a large amount of determination to

survive regardless of the pain.

"I'm sorry. But you really need to stop moving. Okay? Just relax,

and pretend I'm not here, and eventually they'll give up and let us

go, and then I'll go away from here and you'll never have to see me

again. Okay? But just stop moving."

"Wa- Wa- Why? Why?"

She'd completely stopped moving, but she was biting her lower lip in

her confusion. Dear god, it was adorable. "Why what?"

Her face became a mixture of fear and embarrassment and confusion.

"WHY?" And then her head gestured downward toward his problem.

He rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth. "Why the fuck do you think,

Sunako! Why do you think?" His voice was frustrated and instead of

sadness, she began to see anger there. But the confusion was too

much. He was the most perfect of God's creation. She was ugly. She

was the queen of darkness. She was a freak. Weird. His reaction

didn't make any sense.

"God, Sunako! How many times do I have to tell you that you're the

only one who's confused about how they look. Everyone else knows

you're beautiful. You're the only one. Do you hear me, the only one

who thinks you're ugly is you!" By the end he was screaming at her.

"You're the only woman I've ever met that-"

He stopped himself and looked away, realizing he was about to say too

much.

They sat in silence for several minutes after that. In his head, he

was fighting himself. `She's in your arms. She's not fighting. Kiss

her. Kiss her!'

`She can't stand me. I have to get away. I don't want her to have to

go through what mom went through all those years. I have to get away.'

`What did I do? What did I say? God, why won't this thing go DOWN?'

In her head: `He thinks I'm beautiful? Me? But… but…' And then her

body began to feel him. His arms around her. His strong muscled abs

pressed up against her own. The feel of his hair brushing against her

hands. And she remembered how she felt waking up in his arms -

comfortable. She hadn't melted. She'd felt good.

All of a sudden, in her head something came clear. `I got rejected by

just some boy I liked - because I wasn't pretty enough for him. And

he… his mom has rejected him his own life - because he was too

wonderful. So that means…' She didn't think it in words, but the

thought was clear. It doesn't matter what you look like - rejection

comes in all forms - to anyone - regardless of how beautiful you are.

She looked up at him, and her voice was deep - the way it was when she

was truly angry - as she said, "I'm the only woman you ever met that

what?"

He looked away from her, embarrassed.

"I'm the only woman you ever met that WHAT?!"

Muttering, the words came out, "Did this to me." Then his voice

picked up volume, "You won't have to deal with me again, Sunako. I'm

going to go away for good this time. Just as soon as they let us go."

She wanted to ask why, but she knew. Because she'd been rejecting

him. Just like his mom. Ever since she moved in.

"I'm sorry, Kyohei."

He cocked his head at her in confusion, but she kept him from saying

anything by taking a deep breath and looked at him. There was no

nosebleed. No fainting.

Swallowing deeply, she summoned up her courage and blurted out, "I've

always liked you, Kyohei." Then she turned her head away and pressed

her cheek against his shoulder so he wouldn't have to see her face.

She heard the house creaking around them. She heard the hammering of

his heart. And then… then she heard him say one word.

"What?"

Her head still turned away from him, she said, "I've… always… liked you."

Quietly, he said her name. She'd never heard her name sound like

that. It startled her and she looked up at him. As her head turned

to him, he leaned in and kissed her. A startled cry escaped her lips

and he swallowed it, replacing it with a heartfelt moan.

When they broke for air, he leaned into her silken tresses and moaned

her name. Her arms twisted in their bonds so that she could place her

palms against his back, use her fingers in his hair. Her body pressed

fully against him, and she felt what he'd said that only she did to

him press against an area of her body that she'd never let herself

think about. She moaned and rubbed up and down against him - He

turned to her and she captured his mouth again, their tongues warring,

battling for dominance with the same fierce intensity that had been in

all their past fights.

In one swift move, he lifted her up, and rolled up into a standing

position. Her legs tightend around his waist, holding her up, and he

walked her over against a wall, pressing her back against it. She

felt his hardness against her and she began writhing up and down him,

squeezing him with her legs.

The tip of his member jutted out, pressing through fabric so that his

head was just inside her entrance. The only thing that prevented him

from entering her completely was his thin cotton pajama pants and her

white cotton panties.

"Sunako." His voice was a breathy moan.

"I want you, Kyohei," she growled. Then she realized what she'd said

and looked up at him. "Is… that… okay?"

He attacked her neck, suckling then licking his way up to her ear, and

she moaned. Once there, he breathed lightly. "You'll stay with me,

then?"

"Yes."

In the blink of an eye, he flexed and his arms burst the ropes holding

him. His hands grabbed her ass and held her to him. She growled and

ripped her own bonds so that her fingers could run through his hair

and hold his head to her as she kissed him with the pent up passion of

the past years.

Her legs were still tied around his waist though. He ripped her

underwear off and pushed his pants down with one hand and then pulled

back.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "Because if you're not, if you don't love

me like I love you…"

She shut him up by growling and thrusting herself onto his spear.

He felt himself suddenly sheathed in her tight passage, felt himself

tear through her barrier. Her head went back as far as it could, and

he could hear her growling soften itself with whimpers. Then her head

snapped forward and she latched onto his lips, kissing him fiercely.

Her growls reverberated into his mouth as she thrust up and down on

his shaft again and again.

Lifting her again, he carried her to a rug on the floor. There, he

laid her down, and continued thrusting in her. Her tied ankles

pressed against his ass, pushing him further inside her. She felt

herself nearing something, and her growls deepened. He kissed down

her neck and began to suckle at her breast. The added sensation sent

her over the edge and he heard her snarl, "I love Kyohei!" as she came

around him in an explosive orgasm.

Her walls milking him was unlike anything he'd ever felt. But it was

her words that set him off into white motes of light.

When they'd recovered, she stretched her legs and easily burst through

the ropes. "Motivation is the key, huh?" Kyohei joked. Then he

kissed her again as she blushed.

"So…" he began, "Do you think we need to thank our housemates or beat

them for this?"

"Hm." Her brow furrowed. "Why not both?"

He laughed and his smile was the most brilliant she'd ever seen it.

Yet she didn't cringe. Didn't melt.

"I'm not giving up Hiroshi-kun and Josephine, you know."

"Good," he replied as he led her upstairs to plot their revenge. "I

like you just the way you are."

Fin.

Question for the readers: Too sweet of an ending? Let me know.

Note for the readers: I have another Fit To Be Tied story from PGE

that is completely different from this one. Let me know if you want

me to write it!