#15: Behind Closed Doors
Title: Behind Closed Doors
Authors: kyofujimiya and kokochan1
Series: Spiral: Suiri no Kizuna
Pairing: Kousuke and Eyes
Genre: Yaoi, NC-17
Disclaimers: Characters aren't ours, and this is really not worksafe. Art and story belong to Eita Mizuno and Kyo Shirodaira, and are probably rich because of that.
Author's Notes: Written for 30_lemons challenge #15: The Bordello. For some of you older-generation fic writers, you might remember the Key craze that was all around the MLs. The basic premise is that in a Key pairing, there is one character that is the Key, and the other is the one that finds him/her. This was the closest we could come to a harem, so.. it might be a little OOC. Comments and criticisms are welcome, but don't flame us for the creative artistic presentation [read: bastardization] of these Blade Children.
Kousuke looked around at the lavish hallway leading to his room, gawking like any country bumpkin and not particularly caring. He was a child of the streets, from a firmly lower-middle class upbringing, and this kind of luxury boggled him. He was pretty sure that just the curtains could have kept him fed for a year...
He looked down at the object in his hand, which had arrived in the mail with no return address and no sender. Just his name, instructions, and the name of the item itself: the Icesong Key. It was a pretty thing, sure, made of clear crystal fashioned into a stylized musical note, but Kousuke honestly had no idea what it was for. All he knew was that it led to a hotel room. Admittedly, the hotel was a really expensive one, but that was about as far as everything went. In fact, there were only two reasons Kousuke was even following the instructions given to him.
One: He was curious.
Two: He was obviously stupid.
He knew that he had reached the correct room when he saw a symbol carved into a pale, wooden door that matched the key in his hand. It indicated to him that he'd found where he would be staying for the night.
Kousuke looked at it and sighed. "Yo! God! If this turns out to be an ambush, you better watch your ass, because I'm coming after you for not keeping me safe!" he yelled to the open air. After all, he'd already established that he was stupid. Why not add crazy to the list. And it /did/ make him feel better. After another few seconds, he took the key and unlocked the door.
The most immediate thing that he could take note of was the sound of running water. It wasn't as if someone had left a faucet running; it was more the clear, calming babble of a small waterfall or fountain. The Icesong room was a wash of crystal blues, silvers, and whites. A large picture window with a balcony overlooked the area, and they were draped by sheer curtains that fluttered in the breeze. The sound of water that Kousuke heard came from a decent sized fountain that was on the other side of the room, constructed of marble and offering the soothing rush. In the centre of the room was a bed that looked like a hedonist's pride and joy, large and draped with many coverlets, pillows, and a canopy of gauzy silks.
Kousuke, being a Fire by nature, reacted to this beautiful serene room by having a sudden terrible urge to throw a can of red paint over everything. It was pretty, but it was far too rich for the likes of him, and a little too...watery. It would be fine for a night, but he was glad he was only spending a single night here. He already missed his worn but comfortable room back in Tokyo with it's loud but soft orange blankets. He stepped fully inside and closed the door, figuring to just make himself as comfortable as possible.
When he turned again, perhaps the most startling feature of the room had made its presence known. A young boy stood leaning against one of the spires of the four-post bed, watching him intently. He seemed to match the room he was in perfectly, his skin pale like the purest marble, strong muscles and slender hands. Argent hair fell over his shoulders and framed a wistful face, eyes of the purest sapphire regarding him with curiosity.
His attire was that of someone who was meant to entice, elegant like the rest of the decorations. It would have been crude to say he was dressed like a whore, but the truth of it was that he indeed had left little to the imagination. The pale blue leather pants he had on clung to his long legs, the sides left open with criss-crossing ties that showed his pale skin. They were were cut low enough to introduce the subtle lines of his groin and shape the curves of his rear. He had no shirt on, so the piercings in his navel and pink nipples could not go unnoticed, silver rings dangling with each a blue crystal in the centre. An indigo leather collar was around his neck, accenting the slender expanse and matching the soft cuffs that lined each wrist.
And Kousuke was once more back to the country bumpkin gawking. Next to this guy, who was beautiful enough to be a wet dream come true, Kousuke felt decidedly shabby. "Uh," he said, completely at a loss for words. "Who...what...did I...?" /Oh, real intelligent, Kousuke. Just your luck, you went to the wrong room! And now you're acting like a royal idiot in front of a total stranger!/
The stranger glanced down at the key in his hand and took a step forward. "You have the correct room if you have that key," he said, his voice accented as it spoke, soft and subtle.
Hot, /British/ wet dream. Talking in English. Kousuke blinked at him again, wondering when he'd slipped into the Twilight Zone. "Anou...if I have the right key, what are you doing here?" He spoke in Japanese, deciding it wouldn't be good to attempt English. He could understand it just fine, but his ability to speak it was sketchy at best.
The other boy tipped his head at Kousuke, and he changed the language, just to make it a little bit easier. "I am a part of this room. Just as it is suited to meet any needs you may have...so am I."
"If it was suited to meet my needs, it'd have a lot more red in it," he muttered under his breath, "God is laughing at me..."
That brought a confused look to the stranger's face. "I am.the Icesong Key. If there's something that I can do to make your stay here tonight more comfortable, it is my desire to please you."
The room actually came with a sex slave? Kousuke wondered what else he'd find hidden in this room. He looked the boy up and down, and found that expected second surprise. "You're not a Key, you're a Blade Child." he said pointedly. "No offense, but that doesn't necessarily put me at ease."
He shrugged a little. "Blade Child or no, my calling here overrides anything else. I have seen enough of my kind here, you are no different, and you will leave alive like the rest of them."
Kousuke had to admit he was tempted. This boy was beautiful, and it had been a while since Kousuke had gotten any action. But still, it felt wrong, to just be one in a countless stream of others. "Your calling? You actually like being a whore?"
The corner of his mouth twitched, as if he had an immediate response, but the words didn't come for at least another moment. "There are worse things, aren't there?"
"Not if you're unwilling." Kousuke replied, shouldering his bag again, thinking about just turning around and leaving.
"No one's ever seemed to have a vested interest one way or the other before." He sounded more than a little perplexed by it, and it made him pause in his approach to the redhead. "Does it really matter to you?"
"Of course it matters to me!" Kousuke exclaimed, looking startled that the other boy wouldn't think so. "That's just rape, and while I pride myself on being a sick bastard, I'm not /that/ sick!" He turned to open the door to the room again, only to find it quite locked behind him, and he couldn't budge it. "Oh, for the love of..."
"You're here for the night, are you not?"
"That's what the letter said," the redhead agreed, "but it didn't say anything about you."
"It is meant to be a...pleasant surprise.." He looked as though he'd done something wrong by being there, and he took a step back. "Won't you stay?"
"I don't think I have much of a choice, frankly," Kousuke sighed, kicking at the door once just to make himself feel better before turning back to Eyes. "But lemme make this clear. Sure, you're attractive. You're probably one of the most beautiful men I've ever seen. But when I sleep with someone, it's because they want /me/. /Not/ because it's their job or they're being coerced into it. I prefer my trysts to be genuine and enjoyed on both sides."
"I do enjoy them," he said, though there was something about being here that made him enjoy them, whether he expected it or not. It was something the Saviours had done to ensure that he wouldn't back out or fight against whatever was happening.
Kousuke didn't know that, but he didn't look all that convinced, either. Still, he figured he should at least be civil. Maybe he could find enough cushions to make himself a bed somewhere else in the room... "What's your name, anyway?"
He opened his mouth, about to say the name that he used within the room again, but something told him he could avoid upsetting the other Blade Child any further by just being honest. "Eyes," he whispered, the name feeling foreign on his tongue, it had been so long since he'd used it. "Eyes Rutherford."
Kousuke blinked, and stared at Eyes for a long moment. When he finally spoke, it probably wasn't what Eyes had been expecting. "Kanone's driving himself nuts, looking for you."
The other boy gasped, eyes widening. It was the first loss of composure he'd had in quite some time. "You...you know him...?"
"I work with him and live with him. The flaky ass is my leader." Kousuke replied with a shrug.
Eyes lowered his head. "Please don't tell him..."
That was something Kousuke hadn't expected to hear. "What? But why? He's been worried sick about you!" the redhead protested, reaching out to lay a hand on one of Eyes's shoulders.
A startled gasp left Eyes's lips as a rush of fire went through him. After Kousuke's recent protests about willing trysts, he wasn't expecting the other to touch him. "I don't...want him to know..."
Kousuke pulled his hand back the minute he heard that gasp, saw those blue eyes dilating. Why would something as simple as a touch have that effect? "Why? If it's something you enjoy, like you say, then there shouldn't be any shame in being a prostitute."
"You don't understand," Eyes protested, wanting to take a step away from the other, but he couldn't bring himself to do it now. He was trapped between words and need, unsure of what to do. After all the time he'd spent here, his existence had turned upside down in the matter of a few moments.
Kousuke wasn't stupid, and when comparing the way Eyes acted both before and after he'd been touched, he had some suspicions about what kept Eyes here. Still, he wouldn't know for sure until either Eyes told him, or he proved it for himself. The latter was a trifle unethical, but faster, so he reached out again and simply cupped Eyes's face in his calloused hands. "Then tell me. Make me understand."
It was as if Kousuke could really feel the heat rise under his palm, red staining Eyes's pale cheeks. He stared wide-eyed at the redhead, unable to move, and for a moment, he couldn't think. "I...I can't..."
"Can't or won't?" Kousuke asked, his topaz gaze penetrating as it locked on heated sapphire, demanding honesty.
"This is not...the way I wanted to be," he whispered, shame coming to his expression as he finally had to look away from the other's intense gaze. "But...they brought me here...made me like this... I hate it."
Now that they were talking honestly, Kousuke removed his hands to give Eyes a little breathing space, thinking it might help him calm back down. "Kanone could probably find a way to help you," he pointed out. "I'm assuming the Saviors did something to you that makes you susceptible to touch?"
Eyes tried to take a deep breath, his skin crawling with heated sensation, and he cursed himself for letting the other get this close. "You assume correctly. Who are you, anyway?"
The redhead shrugged. "Asazuki Kousuke. I doubt you've ever heard of me. Unlike you, musician-sama, I'm mostly normal."
"I just wanted to know your name..." Eyes clasped his hands in front of him, feeling strangely out of place in his own room now.
Kousuke nodded and dug in his bag, looking for his cel phone. He knew this place had reception. It was way too flashy not to. And Kanone needed to know. Kousuke had seen Kanone cry over not being able to find this person.
Eyes bit his lip, seeming to know what Kousuke was up to. He turned and walked away, not wanting to hear the conversation. He didn't want Kanone to know that this was what his brother had become. He knelt down by the fountain, dipping his fingers into the cool water, wishing it would calm the frayed, heated nerves.
Kousuke got the voicemail. He rolled his eyes, told Kanone to leave his damn phone on next time, where he was, then who he'd found. It was quick, and he hung up only a minute or so after dialing, wondering if Kanone would even remember to check his voicemail, or if Rio would have to do it for him. Again.
That done, he looked back at Eyes. He felt a little bad for upsetting him, but wasn't quite sure how to fix things. "Hey, is there a bathroom in this place?" he asked. "I need a shower."
Eyes nodded, pointing to a doorway just beyond the bed. "It's over there. Use whatever you like." It was a good opportunity. Obviously, Kousuke was uncomfortable about the concept of sleeping with him, so perhaps if he could get rid of the effects of his tampering on his own, there might not be much to worry about.
Kousuke nodded, and not being one who cared about body shyness or nudity, he just stripped right there, revealing a slender muscular body, covered in pale silken skin.
Eyes watched him for a moment before he realized he was doing it, then abruptly turned away. Kousuke was beautiful, like most Blade Children he knew. Kousuke had something different from most that came here though, that fire in his eyes that belonged only to those that believed they had a free spirit. No wonder he worked under Kanone...
Kousuke noticed the stare, and wondered if he'd had more of an effect on Eyes than he'd meant to. He walked into the bathroom, still intending to shower, but now thinking to rush it. Something seemed mildly off...
The moment Eyes heard the water begin to run, he shakily undid the fastening to his pants, sliding his hand inside. He'd never had to do this for himself, since those that came in here and started something with him didn't leave before they finished. His breath was ragged as he withdrew his hand from the water, sliding slick fingers over himself. Eyes bit his lip to keep from moaning loudly, not wanting to alert Kousuke to what was going on beyond the shower. Soon, he had lost himself to the touches, hand moving over his shaft almost frantically to release the pent up desire.
Kousuke finished washing off after only a few minutes, having needed nothing more than a good rinsing off. He dried quickly and tied the towel around his waist, then walked back into the room. He found Eyes curled up on his side near the fountain where he'd left him. The musician had managed to find release, but even then the heated flow within him hadn't weakened. He had hoped that it would calm with the orgasm alone, but he truly feared what it would really take when he found out otherwise. Eyes was breathing heavily, his back to Kousuke as he tried to figure out what he could do.
The answer to that came in the form of a pair of strong arms, pulling him up to lie against a bony but warm chest. One gentle hand reached down, wrapping around Eyes in a light but calloused hold.
Eyes started, tensing up against the other figure, squirming a little to get away, even when his body started responding to the touch. "N-no..."
"It's okay," Kousuke soothed, moving his hand over Eyes's cock in a slow up and down motion. "I did this to you. It's only fair that I help calm it. I hadn't realized I'd affected you that much. I'm sorry."
Eyes ached inside and out. He didn't want it to be done out of pity or some sense of obligation. Inwardly, he cursed. What had happened to his almost uncanny ability to let everything go until it was all over? Why couldn't he turn himself off to what went on around him...within him...now? "It's...not your fault...you don't have to..." He arched his back a little, knees spread wider now that he was sitting up.
"Do you want this?" Kousuke asked, "Do you want me? If you do, it's okay. If you're just doing this because you have to, then I'll stop. But I find you very attractive, and I want to help, so long as I'm not just a moving blow-up doll."
"No...you're not that... you're different from the others, I'd accept this from you..." Eyes's voice was thin, shaky from desire and more than a little fear that he had no control over any of himself now. "I want it...from you..."
"Okay then," the redhead murmured, nuzzling at the soft frost-colored hair, "Just relax and enjoy this. Let me do the work." He began exploring the hardened flesh in his hands, those roughened fingertips mapping every inch of hypersensitive skin. He noted how cool that skin was in comparison with his own and marveled a little at the difference in temperature, wondering how his warmer hands felt to the musician.
They felt almost like fire along his senses, as if someone held a candle flame to his skin. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, especially not with the way Kousuke touched him. He wondered if it was the work of the Saviours or an actual genuine enjoyment that he was having with those caresses. He didn't want to question it. "Isn't it...my job to say that?"
"This isn't about that." Kousuke replied, nibbling lightly at Eyes's throat, "This is about making you feel good. Just enjoy it." He lightly ran his nails up the underside of Eyes's length, all the way to the sensitive tip.
Eyes whimpered, tilting his head to the side to allow for the warm lips that felt so good against his neck. His breath caught in his throat as he savored the feel of nails agaisnt his sensitive skin. "A-all right..."
Kousuke smiled and continued to tease the tip of Eyes's erection, toying with the slit and rubbing his palm along the head. In the meantime, he gave in to curiosity and let his other hand move to one of the nipple piercings, gently tugging at the little silver ring.
Eyes had tipped his head back to rest on Kousuke's shoulder, a strangled little moan leaving him before he could stop it, hands braced against the redhead's thighs. Just when he thought things were intense already, the tug to his nipple sent another jolt of fire through him, making him cry out softly.
"Too much?" Kousuke asked, his hands stilling.
Eyes didn't know how to answer that, all of his senses ablaze with need, some of it felt like too much while the rest of it felt like it wasn't enough. "I...I don't know..."
"Do you want me to stop?" the redhead murmured, brushing a soft kiss along one flushed cheek. "We can try to find some other way to get you calmed down, if you can't handle this..."
He'd been able to handle it before, and even Eyes wasn't so sure why everything felt like it had twice the effect. He shivered a little at the kiss, turning to look at Kousuke slightly. "I...I don't want you to stop... I don't think....there is another way..."
Kousuke still looked a little worried, but slowly nodded. "Okay. Just remember to tell me if you do want me to stop at any point." His hands started moving again, though the one around his length was no longer teasing. He wrapped Eyes in a firm grip and started a fast pace, wanting to bring Eyes the relief he craved. In contrast, the fingers playing with the nipple ring were gentler, using soft caresses to counter the rough strokes.
Eyes let out another cry of pleasure, his back arching against the warmth of Kousuke's body, his hips moving in time with the redhead's thrusts. He was swept under by the sensation, panting as he tried to keep up with the way the pleasure burned through him.
Kousuke turned his head, catching Eyes's parted lips with his own, ravaging that tempting mouth with an intense kiss. Eyes moaned, lifting one hand to slide into the red hair, pulling him that much closer, opening his mouth to the onslaught and letting his tongue slide against the one that invaded. Kousuke's tongue twined with Eyes's, wrestling for dominance of the kiss. He deepened it as much as he could, as if trying to steal the very breath from the pale musician. The hand around Eyes's cock squeezed slightly, the pace speeding up even more, wanting to bring Eyes to ecstasy. The other Blade Child could scarcely breathe, and he was sure that this was the only time where he wouldn't have minded. He felt the rush of orgasm already coming to overtake him; the way Kousuke's hand moved over him, it was only a matter of time. He melted against the other, prisoner of the intense sensation the other had driven up within him.
The redhead kept up the fast pace, his other hand temporarily abandoning the nipple ring it had been playing with to slide down Eyes's back, thinking to give him a little more support.
Eyes leaned against him, finding that he was now dependent upon the redhead for not only someone to lean against, but as the current keeper of the flames that stirred deep within him. His hips jerked as he felt yet a second orgasm reaching him, and his cries echoed softly in the spacious room.
"That's right," Kousuke encouraged, his voice like warm velvet, heated and
soft, "just let go. I want to see you come."
In spite of the encouragement, Eyes had to look away, eyes fluttering shut as he couldn't hold back anymore. He did just as he was told, a quiet scream leaving him as his hips began to jerk, body trembling as the climax washed over him. It left him shuddering and whimpering in the redhead's arms, Eyes's senses flooded with the dizzying pleasure of orgasm...and the slight buzz beneath that which demanded something more.
Kousuke held him tightly through the storm, his hand still stroking, milking every last bit of sensation out of the climax. Thinking to make the other boy more comfortable, he got Eyes out of those leather pants and gently lifted him up, carrying him back to that decadent bed, laying him down on the velvet coverlet to rest while he got a damp cloth to clean him off with.
Eyes tried his very best to calm down. After reaching release twice, he already knew that his body and his defenses were quite more than weakened. Still, he could feel the tense heat within him, and he silently cursed it, wishing that it would go away.
Kousuke came back with the cloth, having made sure to use the fountain instead of the faucet, having guessed that the water in the fountain would be a lot colder. Eyes struck him as being an Ice more than a Water, so cold water would probably help him feel more secure.
When the cold cloth touched him, he jumped a little, a shiver trying to chase away the hotter feelings. He stretched out a little and closed his eyes, trying to let the cold penetrate him, hopefully rid him of what might remain of his little curse. Kousuke got him cleaned off, being gentle to the hypersensitive skin, not wanting to accidentally cause pain.
Eyes forced himself to take slow, deep breaths, his fingers curling in the covers of his bed. "Kousuke...?"
"Nani?" the redhead murmured, dropping the cloth carelessly into a small waste bin near the bed. He sat down on the edge of the mattress, but was careful not to touch Eyes this time.
Blue eyes turned up to Kousuke, unsure and still dark. "I'm...I'm not sure it was enough...but I can't ask you for anymore." He looked away again, taking a deep breath.
"Do you want me to help?" Kousuke asked. "And I mean you, not what they've done to you."
Eyes weighed his options. He wasn't sure that he could make it without some kind of assistance. Kousuke had been the first one to ever ask him what he was doing here, everyone else had just assumed he was here of his own free will and done what they wanted. It meant more to him that he was asked permission before just being taken, and that made all the difference. "Yes. You're different than they are. Please..." A flush came to his face, and this time, it was shame. Kanone would be horrified to know what he'd become.
"Hey," Kousuke murmured, reaching out to run a light touch over those burning cheeks before running his fingers through that soft hair, "don't blame yourself. This isn't your fault. It's not like you wanted to become like this." He leaned down and pressed a light kiss to Eyes's forehead, the action more for comfort than desire.
Eyes felt fortunate that his body didn't confuse the action, and he sighed softly at the light kiss. "No, I didn't. But one of us actually has a choice here... I'd rather you make the one that's right for you."
"I already offered to help. It's the right thing to do, in my opinion." Kousuke murmured, beginning to kiss down that pale slender throat.
Eyes tilted his head back in spite of himself, the cold water on his skin doing little to put out the embers that still contained a great deal of his desire. He couldn't help the tiniest smirk. "So I'm the right thing to do, hmm?"
Kousuke snickered, his breath brushing hotly over damp skin. "Pretty much. Nice to see you have a sense of humor." He found Eyes's pulse, and nibbled gently, his hands wandering along the musician's torso to explore.
"I'm not as bad as Kanone might have said," Eyes replied, the words followed by a soft moan as he shivered, lifting his body up a little into Kousuke's hands. Kousuke's hands once more found the nipple piercings, playing with them with a little more force than last time, pulling and twisting at them roughly.
"Nnn!" Eyes's body jerked in response, his back arching, eyes squeezed shut. Whatever pain there was only lasted a few seconds compared to the rush of pleasure that followed, his fingers clenching in the sheets and blankets underneath him.
The redhead brushed a light kiss over pale lips, his clever fingers still tormenting the sensitive nubs on his chest. "You can touch me, you know. I'm not going to get mad for taking the initiative."
"If you're sure..." His hands lifted again, starting at Kousuke's hips, pulling away the towel hesitantly, but was glad to feel skin under his touch. His nails slid lightly over his lower back before letting his palms go back in the other direction. Kousuke moaned as Eyes managed to somehow find one of the places he was most sensitive. He returned to his torment of Eyes's nipples, sliding down enough to capture one with his mouth. Eyes realised what he'd found, and he let his touch play, alternating between somewhat rough scratches and then smooth caresses. His back arched again, a louder cry leaving him, and he writhed beneath Kousuke.
Kousuke did his best to keep focused on what he was doing and not melt under Eyes's hands. He bypassed the piercing this time, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive nub of flesh in his mouth, very much enjoying the reactions it caused. His other hand left the other nipple, instead trailing down to play with the navel ring. Eyes's navel wasn't quiet so sensitive as where the other two piercings were, but it did make him laugh softly as Kousuke's fingertips tickled the skin. In conflicted with the more pleasurable sensations of the redhead's mouth, and between the quiet laughter were moans from the sensation.
Once Kousuke knew Eyes was ticklish, he couldn't resist. Part of it was that he was just a brat that way, but the other, larger part of him wanted to help make this tryst something more than just sex for Eyes. He wanted to give him at least a few moments that were...well, /norma/l. So he pulled away from the silvery boy and started tickling unmercifully. Eyes let out a startled yelp as Kousuke attacked, unable to help the spill of laughter from his throat, his body curling a little as he tried to swat those persistent hands away. No one, except for perhaps Kanone, had ever discovered that he was ticklish, and it figured that Kousuke would be the one to do it. He whimpered, making uneffective protests against this treatment.
"Aw, come on! Is that the best you can do?" Kousuke laughed. "Kanone said you were more fomidable than that!"
"Did you....want me to...drop kick you across the room...?" Eyes gasped, his sapphire eyes bright as he looked up at Kousuke. The danger wasn't that dire to be so formidable.
"Maybe not, but I can think of tons of ways I'd revolt if someone was doing this to me," the redhead teased, still tickling the pale form. Whenever Eyes curled up to protect his middle, he just attacked the feet until he straightened out again.
"It hasn't...happened in a long time..." Eyes straightened and tried to move up, hoping to tackle Kousuke and get him pinned down so that he wouldn't be so easily accessible. Kouske tackled him first, fusing his lips to Eyes's in a deep hard kiss. He wrapped his arms around the musician's slender form, their bodies in contact from knees to neck. Eyes moaned against his mouth, trying to kiss back just as hard. He lay beneath Kousuke, more than will to be at his mercy now that he wasn't being tickled. The line of fire went through him from where their bodies joined. Kousuke shifted, grinding his hips against Eyes's, letting out a soft moan at the delicious friction it caused.
The musician rolled his own hips, effectively rubbing himself against the redhead, and when he was appropriately distracted, Eyes shifted to push Kousuke beneath him so that he could start his own attack on the other's slender form. The redhead let out a startled yelp as he was flipped over, blinking dazedly at the pale figure now straddling his hips. Eyes smiled enigmatically down at him for a moment before starting to kiss down his throat, hands sliding up Kousuke's sides slowly and teasingly. He continued to move his hips back and forth slightly, keeping the friction up between them. Kousuke let out a soft growl of pleasure, arching against the touches. His own hands reached up, attacking the musician's nipples again.
The added pleasure caused Eyes to bite along the redhead's throat, soothing those harsher gestures with a lapping tongue before going back to nibbling. That caused Kousuke to gasp softly, tilting his head to give Eyes more room. But he wasn't about to give him the control for long, and he let his hands slide down that beautiful svelte body, brushing over his hips and rear, reaching clever fingers to stroke against his hidden entrance. It was Eyes's turn to gasp, pulling his lips away just enough so that he wouldn't bite too hard, whimpering in the back of his throat. He was losing his very short gain of control, but if Kousuke really wanted what he was suggesting with his touch, then Eyes didn't think he'd mind surrendering it that much. He wanted to move downward to tease the redhead's nipples, but that would lose some of the other contact... Growling a little, he nuzzled at Kousuke's throat.
The redhead chuckled softly at the growl, continuing to tease his entrance with light calloused fingers. "Do you have anything?" he asked softly.
"Have...anything..?" Eyes wasn't entirely focused on words, and he blinked down at Kousuke curiously.
"For lubrication," Kousuke clarified, reaching up with his free hand to brush ice-white strands of hair out of dazzling sapphire eyes, "I don't want to hurt you."
"Oh..." Eyes flushed. He should have realised what was being asked. "Quite a bit..." He nuzzled Kousuke's hand, reluctant to make a move to go get one of the many lotions in the table at his bedside.
Kousuke chuckled and gave a gentle buck of the hips. "Go get something. I won't go any farther without it."
The musician nodded and rose up, going the short distance to the bed table, crouching a little to pull one of the bottles out of the drawer. He returned with it, stretching out next to Kousuke and dangling it over him, like yarn to a kitten. Kousuke waited just a moment, taking in the sight of his silvery lover. "You're beautiful..." he murmured, knowing Eyes probably heard it often enough for one more comment not to matter, but needing to say it anyway.
"You say that like you mean it," Eyes said softly, tilting his head at Kousuke, looking curiously at the other Blade Child.
The redheaded Blade Child blinked. "Of course I mean it," he said, "I wouldn't say it, otherwise."
"I thought as much," the other said, smiling a little. "I can't call you beautiful, you're too....rugged for that kind of term. Attractive..? Handsome? I hate words sometimes... I don't know how to say it.."
Kousuke grinned and took the jar from Eyes, leaning down to drop a small playful kiss on the tip of his nose. "Ah, I'm none of that. I'm just the evil-minded bastard in the baggy pants." He shifted, moving to settle between Eyes's legs, and opened the jar, sniffing delicately.
The scent of sandalwood wasn't subtle, but it wasn't overpowering either. It seemed to fit well with the traces of leather and slight musk that Eyes seemed to have around him, and the way the label was slightly worn on the jar showed that he preferred that scent over all. "If you were as evil-minded as you say, you would have left me as I was, so I don't quite believe that either." Eyes stretched out a little bit, arching his back in offering, legs splayed to either side of Kousuke's crouched form.
Kousuke grinned and shrugged as he dipped two of his fingers into the oil. "Yeah, but I admit to being evil enough that I'm curious to how much it takes to make you incoherent." With that, he carefully set down the jar nearby and pounced, going down on Eyes even as those oiled fingers searched for and found his entrance.
"Ahhhn!" Eyes's head went back, not expecting both sensations at once. At best, he might have thought Kouske would have teasingly prepared him, but adding the pleasure of his mouth, it was almost too much. He bucked his hips a little accidentally, but held himself back enough that he didn't hurt Kousuke.
The redhead's answer to that was to use his free hand to hold Eyes's hips down with a surprisingly strong grip for such a slender form. He worked Eyes expertly on both ends, taking Eyes's length in down to the hilt while his fingers stretched him with breathtaking gentleness.
"Nnn....Kousuke....!" He whimpered, helplessly strugggling against Kousuke's grip until he felt those lips touch the base, and then he held still, save the fine tremble that had started. His nails could be heard dragging over the covers, his breath ragged with pleasure. The soft chuckle that resulted from Eyes's reactions sent vibrations through the already sensitized flesh. He suckled hard, liking the way Eyes responded to pleasure given.
It was obvious that Kousuke had Eyes completely at his mercy, all of his attention on what the redhead was doing to him. His body not only reacted to Kousuke's mouth, but also how those slender fingers filled him. It felt so good and yet like not enough. He knew that he couldn't turn back now from what he wanted from the other Blade Child. And while he felt guilty about it, it was overshadowed by a much larger need and lust. Kousuke continued to stretch Eyes as carefully as he could, searching for the other's prostate. He found himself wanting to bring the silvery boy as much pleasure as possible.
It was a fair indication that he'd found it when Eyes let out a scream, a shudder running through his body. "Oh..God.. please!" he begged, hands fisted in the velvety comforter.
"Mmm...please what?" the redhead purred, pulling back from the musician's length enough to tease the slit with his tongue. Now that he'd found that hidden spot in Eyes's body, he manipulated it shamelessly, his gaze heated as he watched to see what it did to the trembling form below him. Eyes's cheeks were stained red, and he didn't bother to hold back any of his cries of pleasure now. Kousuke knew how to draw them out of him. He wasn't afraid to try and thrust his hips, trying to fuck himself on the redhead's fingers to make them thrust against that spot harder. Kousuke gave him that, jabbing hard against that spot and dragging his nails over the sensitive area. "Something you want, Eyes?" he murmured, his voice having gone husky and seductive.
"Yes...!" the other practically begged. "Please... please take me! I want you inside me... please!" He screamed again, jerking his hips as Kousuke's fingers caused colour to spill across his vision. He squeezed his eyes shut, sucking in a shuddering breath.
"As you wish," the redhead replied, removing his hand and reaching for the oil once more, spreading it over his own hard erection with a soft growling moan. Eyes watched him for a moment, entranced by Kousuke's fingers moving over himself, and he licked his lips hungrily. Soon, he'd be filled, and for once, he could hardly wait. When he was done, the redheaded Blade Child settled back between Eyes's legs, gazing deeply into darkened sapphire eyes. He smiled, reaching down to brush the silver hair out of that lust-filled gaze. "Promise you'll tell me if I accidentally hurt you," he murmured.
"I...I promise.." Eyes wasn't sure that he could be hurt like that anymore, but it meant a lot to him that Kousuke would even offer that option to him. He arched his back, legs parting just a little bit more, meeting those green-gold eyes.
"Arigatou." Kousuke pushed in slowly, moaning at the tight heat that gripped him once he pushed past the barrier into the pale body. As much as instinct urged him to shut his eyes, he kept them open, wanting to see how the musician's gaze and expression changed as he was filled.
For a moment, those sapphire eyes widened at the initial breach, his lower lip caught between his teeth. Then his lids fluttered a little, a breathy moan escaping him as Kousuke settled within him. He shivered lightly, arching up and tightening a little around the other Blade Child's length. Once fully inside, Kousuke made himself hold still, letting Eyes adjust. Admittedly, it didn't really look like that was necessary, but the redhead preferred to play it safe. He'd never hurt a lover in his life, and he wasn't going to ruin that record now. Eyes seemed to appreciate the moments that Kousuke took, just allowing him to /feel/ what was happening. Rarely did he get a chance to enjoy more than just the fast, hard taking of his body. Thanks to what the Saviours had done, his body enjoyed that treatment, but for once, he was able to let himself enjoy the true feel of the act. Something in his heated gaze portrayed his gratitude for that little thing.
Kousuke smiled gently, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the silvery Blade Child's lips. "Tell me when you're ready," he whispered, his own eyes hot with his own desire.
"Just..." Eyes returned with a little kiss of his own. "...a little longer...?" he asked, blinking up at him. His features were still flushed, but he had a very tiny smile on his lips, a true contentment touching him for the first time that he could remember in a long while.
"As you wish," Kousuke murmured, taking that time to slowly deepen the kiss, slowly and subtly seducing Eyes that way, and wrapping his arms around the other boy to hold him close.
Eyes's hands left the covers, and he returned the embrace, pulling Kousuke's as close to him as possible. This felt just as good as the actual sex, the seduction touching Eyes deeper than any cruel, harsh thrust. Kousuke cared, which meant the most to him. He opened his mouth to the redhead, moaning in the back of his throat as he toyed with the other man's tongue, eyes fluttering closed.
Kousuke gave a sound very like a purr, deepening the kiss. While it was still slow and languid, it was very heated and intense, as if the redhead were trying to consume the other boy. Eyes would have been more than content to let himself be consumed, sinking deeper into the kiss as Kousuke seemed to devour him. He'd never felt anything like it before, no matter who had ever walked through those doors.
"Perfect," Kousuke whispered against his lips, "You're absolutely perfect..." It was getting hard to stay still within the musician's heated body, but he was trying his best to wait until Eyes was ready.
It must have been the moment, because Eyes didn't argue, didn't deny it. He just smiled against Kousuke's mouth. "I was thinking the same of you..." His eyes locked on Kousuke's once more. "Go on....I'm ready..."
Kousuke let out a feral-sounding growl, starting to move. He was slow at first, but the leisurely pace soon gave way to something more fevered. Eyes pulled him closer again, a growling purr rumbling in the back of his throat. The feral sound from Kousuke only seemed to excite the musician that much more, and he offered his hips up to each inward thrust, driving the redhead deeper into him. Kousuke shifted his angle, wanting to hear Eyes scream. It wasn't until the redhead found that spot once more that Eyes truly screamed, his head going back. He encouraged Kousuke further by digging his nails into the base of his spine, dragging them upwards without breaking skin.
That caused Kousuke to let out a loud cry of his own. He sat up and moved his hands down to Eyes's hips, pinning the silvery boy down to gain both leverage and total control of the coupling. He continued to pound into Eyes, putting all his weight behind the thrusts. Eyes whimpered with the restricted movement, but that disappointment was far outweighed by the pleasure that took him with all the force of a firestorm. He screamed Kousuke's name, writhing as much as the other would allow, completely at his mercy.
Kousuke watched this with burning green-gold eyes, taking in every detail. Beautiful... he thought to himself, even as he cried out himself from the way Eyes constricted around him. Sapphire eyes were fixed on that heated attention. Eyes knew that he was being watched, appraised, even in the height of this moment. Even so, he didn't care...Kousuke could think whatever he wanted so long as he kept bringing him closer and closer to that edge. He whimpered, wishing he found the words to say how close he was, that sweet pressure building in his hips, blazing through him.
The redhead could tell, just from the way Eyes began to tremble beneath him. "That's right," he growled, one hand moving from the musician's hip to wrap around his cock, stroking him with quick firm touches. "Come for me...I want to see it..."
Eyes really hadn't needed the extra sensation as close as he was. But now that he had it, he had no choice but to let it sweep him over. He screamed, his body tensing so that he was almost impossibly tight, before his hips started to jerk. Warmth spilled over them, spasms making Eyes clutch tightly to his redheaded lover.
Kousuke cried out sharply at that tight constriction, coming hard into the writhing body. Eyes pulled him down roughly into a kiss, this time taking advantage of the other man's climax to drive his tongue in and deeply ravage his mouth.
"Mmm..." Kousuke submitted to the kiss, his eyes fluttering shut as he wrapped his arms tightly around the pale boy. The other didn't loosen his grip until well after they'd both been spent, finally pulling away from the kiss to bury his face in the other's shoulder until they'd both caught their breath. The redhead collapsed against him, holding him and nuzzling into that silken silver-white hair. "Daijobu?" he murmured, pressing a kiss to the soft strands.
"Ahh.." Eyes affirmed wordlessly, letting out a quiet sigh. "I don't want to let you go."
"For right now, you don't have to," Kousuke replied. "All that has to be done right now is to relax and enjoy the moment."
Eyes snuggled him closer to him. "Good."
The redhead smiled and brushed a kiss along that elegant throat. He knew Kanone would likely call soon, and then plans to get Eyes out of this place would be created and carried out. But for now, he was glad for this quiet moment.
"Thank you...Kousuke..." the pale boy murmured. Somehow, Eyes knew that he was safe now. Even if this would only happen tonight, he felt secure in this near-stranger's arms. It wasn't something that he could explain, and he wouldn't dare try.
"You're welcome," the other boy murmured, "and maybe later, when things are a little calmer and you can make the choice for yourself...maybe we can try this again."
'I'd like that," Eyes said with a smile.
"So would I," Kousuke agreed softly, pulling the blankets over them with one hand.
Authors: kyofujimiya and kokochan1
Series: Spiral: Suiri no Kizuna
Pairing: Kousuke and Eyes
Genre: Yaoi, NC-17
Disclaimers: Characters aren't ours, and this is really not worksafe. Art and story belong to Eita Mizuno and Kyo Shirodaira, and are probably rich because of that.
Author's Notes: Written for 30_lemons challenge #15: The Bordello. For some of you older-generation fic writers, you might remember the Key craze that was all around the MLs. The basic premise is that in a Key pairing, there is one character that is the Key, and the other is the one that finds him/her. This was the closest we could come to a harem, so.. it might be a little OOC. Comments and criticisms are welcome, but don't flame us for the creative artistic presentation [read: bastardization] of these Blade Children.
Kousuke looked around at the lavish hallway leading to his room, gawking like any country bumpkin and not particularly caring. He was a child of the streets, from a firmly lower-middle class upbringing, and this kind of luxury boggled him. He was pretty sure that just the curtains could have kept him fed for a year...
He looked down at the object in his hand, which had arrived in the mail with no return address and no sender. Just his name, instructions, and the name of the item itself: the Icesong Key. It was a pretty thing, sure, made of clear crystal fashioned into a stylized musical note, but Kousuke honestly had no idea what it was for. All he knew was that it led to a hotel room. Admittedly, the hotel was a really expensive one, but that was about as far as everything went. In fact, there were only two reasons Kousuke was even following the instructions given to him.
One: He was curious.
Two: He was obviously stupid.
He knew that he had reached the correct room when he saw a symbol carved into a pale, wooden door that matched the key in his hand. It indicated to him that he'd found where he would be staying for the night.
Kousuke looked at it and sighed. "Yo! God! If this turns out to be an ambush, you better watch your ass, because I'm coming after you for not keeping me safe!" he yelled to the open air. After all, he'd already established that he was stupid. Why not add crazy to the list. And it /did/ make him feel better. After another few seconds, he took the key and unlocked the door.
The most immediate thing that he could take note of was the sound of running water. It wasn't as if someone had left a faucet running; it was more the clear, calming babble of a small waterfall or fountain. The Icesong room was a wash of crystal blues, silvers, and whites. A large picture window with a balcony overlooked the area, and they were draped by sheer curtains that fluttered in the breeze. The sound of water that Kousuke heard came from a decent sized fountain that was on the other side of the room, constructed of marble and offering the soothing rush. In the centre of the room was a bed that looked like a hedonist's pride and joy, large and draped with many coverlets, pillows, and a canopy of gauzy silks.
Kousuke, being a Fire by nature, reacted to this beautiful serene room by having a sudden terrible urge to throw a can of red paint over everything. It was pretty, but it was far too rich for the likes of him, and a little too...watery. It would be fine for a night, but he was glad he was only spending a single night here. He already missed his worn but comfortable room back in Tokyo with it's loud but soft orange blankets. He stepped fully inside and closed the door, figuring to just make himself as comfortable as possible.
When he turned again, perhaps the most startling feature of the room had made its presence known. A young boy stood leaning against one of the spires of the four-post bed, watching him intently. He seemed to match the room he was in perfectly, his skin pale like the purest marble, strong muscles and slender hands. Argent hair fell over his shoulders and framed a wistful face, eyes of the purest sapphire regarding him with curiosity.
His attire was that of someone who was meant to entice, elegant like the rest of the decorations. It would have been crude to say he was dressed like a whore, but the truth of it was that he indeed had left little to the imagination. The pale blue leather pants he had on clung to his long legs, the sides left open with criss-crossing ties that showed his pale skin. They were were cut low enough to introduce the subtle lines of his groin and shape the curves of his rear. He had no shirt on, so the piercings in his navel and pink nipples could not go unnoticed, silver rings dangling with each a blue crystal in the centre. An indigo leather collar was around his neck, accenting the slender expanse and matching the soft cuffs that lined each wrist.
And Kousuke was once more back to the country bumpkin gawking. Next to this guy, who was beautiful enough to be a wet dream come true, Kousuke felt decidedly shabby. "Uh," he said, completely at a loss for words. "Who...what...did I...?" /Oh, real intelligent, Kousuke. Just your luck, you went to the wrong room! And now you're acting like a royal idiot in front of a total stranger!/
The stranger glanced down at the key in his hand and took a step forward. "You have the correct room if you have that key," he said, his voice accented as it spoke, soft and subtle.
Hot, /British/ wet dream. Talking in English. Kousuke blinked at him again, wondering when he'd slipped into the Twilight Zone. "Anou...if I have the right key, what are you doing here?" He spoke in Japanese, deciding it wouldn't be good to attempt English. He could understand it just fine, but his ability to speak it was sketchy at best.
The other boy tipped his head at Kousuke, and he changed the language, just to make it a little bit easier. "I am a part of this room. Just as it is suited to meet any needs you may have...so am I."
"If it was suited to meet my needs, it'd have a lot more red in it," he muttered under his breath, "God is laughing at me..."
That brought a confused look to the stranger's face. "I am.the Icesong Key. If there's something that I can do to make your stay here tonight more comfortable, it is my desire to please you."
The room actually came with a sex slave? Kousuke wondered what else he'd find hidden in this room. He looked the boy up and down, and found that expected second surprise. "You're not a Key, you're a Blade Child." he said pointedly. "No offense, but that doesn't necessarily put me at ease."
He shrugged a little. "Blade Child or no, my calling here overrides anything else. I have seen enough of my kind here, you are no different, and you will leave alive like the rest of them."
Kousuke had to admit he was tempted. This boy was beautiful, and it had been a while since Kousuke had gotten any action. But still, it felt wrong, to just be one in a countless stream of others. "Your calling? You actually like being a whore?"
The corner of his mouth twitched, as if he had an immediate response, but the words didn't come for at least another moment. "There are worse things, aren't there?"
"Not if you're unwilling." Kousuke replied, shouldering his bag again, thinking about just turning around and leaving.
"No one's ever seemed to have a vested interest one way or the other before." He sounded more than a little perplexed by it, and it made him pause in his approach to the redhead. "Does it really matter to you?"
"Of course it matters to me!" Kousuke exclaimed, looking startled that the other boy wouldn't think so. "That's just rape, and while I pride myself on being a sick bastard, I'm not /that/ sick!" He turned to open the door to the room again, only to find it quite locked behind him, and he couldn't budge it. "Oh, for the love of..."
"You're here for the night, are you not?"
"That's what the letter said," the redhead agreed, "but it didn't say anything about you."
"It is meant to be a...pleasant surprise.." He looked as though he'd done something wrong by being there, and he took a step back. "Won't you stay?"
"I don't think I have much of a choice, frankly," Kousuke sighed, kicking at the door once just to make himself feel better before turning back to Eyes. "But lemme make this clear. Sure, you're attractive. You're probably one of the most beautiful men I've ever seen. But when I sleep with someone, it's because they want /me/. /Not/ because it's their job or they're being coerced into it. I prefer my trysts to be genuine and enjoyed on both sides."
"I do enjoy them," he said, though there was something about being here that made him enjoy them, whether he expected it or not. It was something the Saviours had done to ensure that he wouldn't back out or fight against whatever was happening.
Kousuke didn't know that, but he didn't look all that convinced, either. Still, he figured he should at least be civil. Maybe he could find enough cushions to make himself a bed somewhere else in the room... "What's your name, anyway?"
He opened his mouth, about to say the name that he used within the room again, but something told him he could avoid upsetting the other Blade Child any further by just being honest. "Eyes," he whispered, the name feeling foreign on his tongue, it had been so long since he'd used it. "Eyes Rutherford."
Kousuke blinked, and stared at Eyes for a long moment. When he finally spoke, it probably wasn't what Eyes had been expecting. "Kanone's driving himself nuts, looking for you."
The other boy gasped, eyes widening. It was the first loss of composure he'd had in quite some time. "You...you know him...?"
"I work with him and live with him. The flaky ass is my leader." Kousuke replied with a shrug.
Eyes lowered his head. "Please don't tell him..."
That was something Kousuke hadn't expected to hear. "What? But why? He's been worried sick about you!" the redhead protested, reaching out to lay a hand on one of Eyes's shoulders.
A startled gasp left Eyes's lips as a rush of fire went through him. After Kousuke's recent protests about willing trysts, he wasn't expecting the other to touch him. "I don't...want him to know..."
Kousuke pulled his hand back the minute he heard that gasp, saw those blue eyes dilating. Why would something as simple as a touch have that effect? "Why? If it's something you enjoy, like you say, then there shouldn't be any shame in being a prostitute."
"You don't understand," Eyes protested, wanting to take a step away from the other, but he couldn't bring himself to do it now. He was trapped between words and need, unsure of what to do. After all the time he'd spent here, his existence had turned upside down in the matter of a few moments.
Kousuke wasn't stupid, and when comparing the way Eyes acted both before and after he'd been touched, he had some suspicions about what kept Eyes here. Still, he wouldn't know for sure until either Eyes told him, or he proved it for himself. The latter was a trifle unethical, but faster, so he reached out again and simply cupped Eyes's face in his calloused hands. "Then tell me. Make me understand."
It was as if Kousuke could really feel the heat rise under his palm, red staining Eyes's pale cheeks. He stared wide-eyed at the redhead, unable to move, and for a moment, he couldn't think. "I...I can't..."
"Can't or won't?" Kousuke asked, his topaz gaze penetrating as it locked on heated sapphire, demanding honesty.
"This is not...the way I wanted to be," he whispered, shame coming to his expression as he finally had to look away from the other's intense gaze. "But...they brought me here...made me like this... I hate it."
Now that they were talking honestly, Kousuke removed his hands to give Eyes a little breathing space, thinking it might help him calm back down. "Kanone could probably find a way to help you," he pointed out. "I'm assuming the Saviors did something to you that makes you susceptible to touch?"
Eyes tried to take a deep breath, his skin crawling with heated sensation, and he cursed himself for letting the other get this close. "You assume correctly. Who are you, anyway?"
The redhead shrugged. "Asazuki Kousuke. I doubt you've ever heard of me. Unlike you, musician-sama, I'm mostly normal."
"I just wanted to know your name..." Eyes clasped his hands in front of him, feeling strangely out of place in his own room now.
Kousuke nodded and dug in his bag, looking for his cel phone. He knew this place had reception. It was way too flashy not to. And Kanone needed to know. Kousuke had seen Kanone cry over not being able to find this person.
Eyes bit his lip, seeming to know what Kousuke was up to. He turned and walked away, not wanting to hear the conversation. He didn't want Kanone to know that this was what his brother had become. He knelt down by the fountain, dipping his fingers into the cool water, wishing it would calm the frayed, heated nerves.
Kousuke got the voicemail. He rolled his eyes, told Kanone to leave his damn phone on next time, where he was, then who he'd found. It was quick, and he hung up only a minute or so after dialing, wondering if Kanone would even remember to check his voicemail, or if Rio would have to do it for him. Again.
That done, he looked back at Eyes. He felt a little bad for upsetting him, but wasn't quite sure how to fix things. "Hey, is there a bathroom in this place?" he asked. "I need a shower."
Eyes nodded, pointing to a doorway just beyond the bed. "It's over there. Use whatever you like." It was a good opportunity. Obviously, Kousuke was uncomfortable about the concept of sleeping with him, so perhaps if he could get rid of the effects of his tampering on his own, there might not be much to worry about.
Kousuke nodded, and not being one who cared about body shyness or nudity, he just stripped right there, revealing a slender muscular body, covered in pale silken skin.
Eyes watched him for a moment before he realized he was doing it, then abruptly turned away. Kousuke was beautiful, like most Blade Children he knew. Kousuke had something different from most that came here though, that fire in his eyes that belonged only to those that believed they had a free spirit. No wonder he worked under Kanone...
Kousuke noticed the stare, and wondered if he'd had more of an effect on Eyes than he'd meant to. He walked into the bathroom, still intending to shower, but now thinking to rush it. Something seemed mildly off...
The moment Eyes heard the water begin to run, he shakily undid the fastening to his pants, sliding his hand inside. He'd never had to do this for himself, since those that came in here and started something with him didn't leave before they finished. His breath was ragged as he withdrew his hand from the water, sliding slick fingers over himself. Eyes bit his lip to keep from moaning loudly, not wanting to alert Kousuke to what was going on beyond the shower. Soon, he had lost himself to the touches, hand moving over his shaft almost frantically to release the pent up desire.
Kousuke finished washing off after only a few minutes, having needed nothing more than a good rinsing off. He dried quickly and tied the towel around his waist, then walked back into the room. He found Eyes curled up on his side near the fountain where he'd left him. The musician had managed to find release, but even then the heated flow within him hadn't weakened. He had hoped that it would calm with the orgasm alone, but he truly feared what it would really take when he found out otherwise. Eyes was breathing heavily, his back to Kousuke as he tried to figure out what he could do.
The answer to that came in the form of a pair of strong arms, pulling him up to lie against a bony but warm chest. One gentle hand reached down, wrapping around Eyes in a light but calloused hold.
Eyes started, tensing up against the other figure, squirming a little to get away, even when his body started responding to the touch. "N-no..."
"It's okay," Kousuke soothed, moving his hand over Eyes's cock in a slow up and down motion. "I did this to you. It's only fair that I help calm it. I hadn't realized I'd affected you that much. I'm sorry."
Eyes ached inside and out. He didn't want it to be done out of pity or some sense of obligation. Inwardly, he cursed. What had happened to his almost uncanny ability to let everything go until it was all over? Why couldn't he turn himself off to what went on around him...within him...now? "It's...not your fault...you don't have to..." He arched his back a little, knees spread wider now that he was sitting up.
"Do you want this?" Kousuke asked, "Do you want me? If you do, it's okay. If you're just doing this because you have to, then I'll stop. But I find you very attractive, and I want to help, so long as I'm not just a moving blow-up doll."
"No...you're not that... you're different from the others, I'd accept this from you..." Eyes's voice was thin, shaky from desire and more than a little fear that he had no control over any of himself now. "I want it...from you..."
"Okay then," the redhead murmured, nuzzling at the soft frost-colored hair, "Just relax and enjoy this. Let me do the work." He began exploring the hardened flesh in his hands, those roughened fingertips mapping every inch of hypersensitive skin. He noted how cool that skin was in comparison with his own and marveled a little at the difference in temperature, wondering how his warmer hands felt to the musician.
They felt almost like fire along his senses, as if someone held a candle flame to his skin. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, especially not with the way Kousuke touched him. He wondered if it was the work of the Saviours or an actual genuine enjoyment that he was having with those caresses. He didn't want to question it. "Isn't it...my job to say that?"
"This isn't about that." Kousuke replied, nibbling lightly at Eyes's throat, "This is about making you feel good. Just enjoy it." He lightly ran his nails up the underside of Eyes's length, all the way to the sensitive tip.
Eyes whimpered, tilting his head to the side to allow for the warm lips that felt so good against his neck. His breath caught in his throat as he savored the feel of nails agaisnt his sensitive skin. "A-all right..."
Kousuke smiled and continued to tease the tip of Eyes's erection, toying with the slit and rubbing his palm along the head. In the meantime, he gave in to curiosity and let his other hand move to one of the nipple piercings, gently tugging at the little silver ring.
Eyes had tipped his head back to rest on Kousuke's shoulder, a strangled little moan leaving him before he could stop it, hands braced against the redhead's thighs. Just when he thought things were intense already, the tug to his nipple sent another jolt of fire through him, making him cry out softly.
"Too much?" Kousuke asked, his hands stilling.
Eyes didn't know how to answer that, all of his senses ablaze with need, some of it felt like too much while the rest of it felt like it wasn't enough. "I...I don't know..."
"Do you want me to stop?" the redhead murmured, brushing a soft kiss along one flushed cheek. "We can try to find some other way to get you calmed down, if you can't handle this..."
He'd been able to handle it before, and even Eyes wasn't so sure why everything felt like it had twice the effect. He shivered a little at the kiss, turning to look at Kousuke slightly. "I...I don't want you to stop... I don't think....there is another way..."
Kousuke still looked a little worried, but slowly nodded. "Okay. Just remember to tell me if you do want me to stop at any point." His hands started moving again, though the one around his length was no longer teasing. He wrapped Eyes in a firm grip and started a fast pace, wanting to bring Eyes the relief he craved. In contrast, the fingers playing with the nipple ring were gentler, using soft caresses to counter the rough strokes.
Eyes let out another cry of pleasure, his back arching against the warmth of Kousuke's body, his hips moving in time with the redhead's thrusts. He was swept under by the sensation, panting as he tried to keep up with the way the pleasure burned through him.
Kousuke turned his head, catching Eyes's parted lips with his own, ravaging that tempting mouth with an intense kiss. Eyes moaned, lifting one hand to slide into the red hair, pulling him that much closer, opening his mouth to the onslaught and letting his tongue slide against the one that invaded. Kousuke's tongue twined with Eyes's, wrestling for dominance of the kiss. He deepened it as much as he could, as if trying to steal the very breath from the pale musician. The hand around Eyes's cock squeezed slightly, the pace speeding up even more, wanting to bring Eyes to ecstasy. The other Blade Child could scarcely breathe, and he was sure that this was the only time where he wouldn't have minded. He felt the rush of orgasm already coming to overtake him; the way Kousuke's hand moved over him, it was only a matter of time. He melted against the other, prisoner of the intense sensation the other had driven up within him.
The redhead kept up the fast pace, his other hand temporarily abandoning the nipple ring it had been playing with to slide down Eyes's back, thinking to give him a little more support.
Eyes leaned against him, finding that he was now dependent upon the redhead for not only someone to lean against, but as the current keeper of the flames that stirred deep within him. His hips jerked as he felt yet a second orgasm reaching him, and his cries echoed softly in the spacious room.
"That's right," Kousuke encouraged, his voice like warm velvet, heated and
soft, "just let go. I want to see you come."
In spite of the encouragement, Eyes had to look away, eyes fluttering shut as he couldn't hold back anymore. He did just as he was told, a quiet scream leaving him as his hips began to jerk, body trembling as the climax washed over him. It left him shuddering and whimpering in the redhead's arms, Eyes's senses flooded with the dizzying pleasure of orgasm...and the slight buzz beneath that which demanded something more.
Kousuke held him tightly through the storm, his hand still stroking, milking every last bit of sensation out of the climax. Thinking to make the other boy more comfortable, he got Eyes out of those leather pants and gently lifted him up, carrying him back to that decadent bed, laying him down on the velvet coverlet to rest while he got a damp cloth to clean him off with.
Eyes tried his very best to calm down. After reaching release twice, he already knew that his body and his defenses were quite more than weakened. Still, he could feel the tense heat within him, and he silently cursed it, wishing that it would go away.
Kousuke came back with the cloth, having made sure to use the fountain instead of the faucet, having guessed that the water in the fountain would be a lot colder. Eyes struck him as being an Ice more than a Water, so cold water would probably help him feel more secure.
When the cold cloth touched him, he jumped a little, a shiver trying to chase away the hotter feelings. He stretched out a little and closed his eyes, trying to let the cold penetrate him, hopefully rid him of what might remain of his little curse. Kousuke got him cleaned off, being gentle to the hypersensitive skin, not wanting to accidentally cause pain.
Eyes forced himself to take slow, deep breaths, his fingers curling in the covers of his bed. "Kousuke...?"
"Nani?" the redhead murmured, dropping the cloth carelessly into a small waste bin near the bed. He sat down on the edge of the mattress, but was careful not to touch Eyes this time.
Blue eyes turned up to Kousuke, unsure and still dark. "I'm...I'm not sure it was enough...but I can't ask you for anymore." He looked away again, taking a deep breath.
"Do you want me to help?" Kousuke asked. "And I mean you, not what they've done to you."
Eyes weighed his options. He wasn't sure that he could make it without some kind of assistance. Kousuke had been the first one to ever ask him what he was doing here, everyone else had just assumed he was here of his own free will and done what they wanted. It meant more to him that he was asked permission before just being taken, and that made all the difference. "Yes. You're different than they are. Please..." A flush came to his face, and this time, it was shame. Kanone would be horrified to know what he'd become.
"Hey," Kousuke murmured, reaching out to run a light touch over those burning cheeks before running his fingers through that soft hair, "don't blame yourself. This isn't your fault. It's not like you wanted to become like this." He leaned down and pressed a light kiss to Eyes's forehead, the action more for comfort than desire.
Eyes felt fortunate that his body didn't confuse the action, and he sighed softly at the light kiss. "No, I didn't. But one of us actually has a choice here... I'd rather you make the one that's right for you."
"I already offered to help. It's the right thing to do, in my opinion." Kousuke murmured, beginning to kiss down that pale slender throat.
Eyes tilted his head back in spite of himself, the cold water on his skin doing little to put out the embers that still contained a great deal of his desire. He couldn't help the tiniest smirk. "So I'm the right thing to do, hmm?"
Kousuke snickered, his breath brushing hotly over damp skin. "Pretty much. Nice to see you have a sense of humor." He found Eyes's pulse, and nibbled gently, his hands wandering along the musician's torso to explore.
"I'm not as bad as Kanone might have said," Eyes replied, the words followed by a soft moan as he shivered, lifting his body up a little into Kousuke's hands. Kousuke's hands once more found the nipple piercings, playing with them with a little more force than last time, pulling and twisting at them roughly.
"Nnn!" Eyes's body jerked in response, his back arching, eyes squeezed shut. Whatever pain there was only lasted a few seconds compared to the rush of pleasure that followed, his fingers clenching in the sheets and blankets underneath him.
The redhead brushed a light kiss over pale lips, his clever fingers still tormenting the sensitive nubs on his chest. "You can touch me, you know. I'm not going to get mad for taking the initiative."
"If you're sure..." His hands lifted again, starting at Kousuke's hips, pulling away the towel hesitantly, but was glad to feel skin under his touch. His nails slid lightly over his lower back before letting his palms go back in the other direction. Kousuke moaned as Eyes managed to somehow find one of the places he was most sensitive. He returned to his torment of Eyes's nipples, sliding down enough to capture one with his mouth. Eyes realised what he'd found, and he let his touch play, alternating between somewhat rough scratches and then smooth caresses. His back arched again, a louder cry leaving him, and he writhed beneath Kousuke.
Kousuke did his best to keep focused on what he was doing and not melt under Eyes's hands. He bypassed the piercing this time, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive nub of flesh in his mouth, very much enjoying the reactions it caused. His other hand left the other nipple, instead trailing down to play with the navel ring. Eyes's navel wasn't quiet so sensitive as where the other two piercings were, but it did make him laugh softly as Kousuke's fingertips tickled the skin. In conflicted with the more pleasurable sensations of the redhead's mouth, and between the quiet laughter were moans from the sensation.
Once Kousuke knew Eyes was ticklish, he couldn't resist. Part of it was that he was just a brat that way, but the other, larger part of him wanted to help make this tryst something more than just sex for Eyes. He wanted to give him at least a few moments that were...well, /norma/l. So he pulled away from the silvery boy and started tickling unmercifully. Eyes let out a startled yelp as Kousuke attacked, unable to help the spill of laughter from his throat, his body curling a little as he tried to swat those persistent hands away. No one, except for perhaps Kanone, had ever discovered that he was ticklish, and it figured that Kousuke would be the one to do it. He whimpered, making uneffective protests against this treatment.
"Aw, come on! Is that the best you can do?" Kousuke laughed. "Kanone said you were more fomidable than that!"
"Did you....want me to...drop kick you across the room...?" Eyes gasped, his sapphire eyes bright as he looked up at Kousuke. The danger wasn't that dire to be so formidable.
"Maybe not, but I can think of tons of ways I'd revolt if someone was doing this to me," the redhead teased, still tickling the pale form. Whenever Eyes curled up to protect his middle, he just attacked the feet until he straightened out again.
"It hasn't...happened in a long time..." Eyes straightened and tried to move up, hoping to tackle Kousuke and get him pinned down so that he wouldn't be so easily accessible. Kouske tackled him first, fusing his lips to Eyes's in a deep hard kiss. He wrapped his arms around the musician's slender form, their bodies in contact from knees to neck. Eyes moaned against his mouth, trying to kiss back just as hard. He lay beneath Kousuke, more than will to be at his mercy now that he wasn't being tickled. The line of fire went through him from where their bodies joined. Kousuke shifted, grinding his hips against Eyes's, letting out a soft moan at the delicious friction it caused.
The musician rolled his own hips, effectively rubbing himself against the redhead, and when he was appropriately distracted, Eyes shifted to push Kousuke beneath him so that he could start his own attack on the other's slender form. The redhead let out a startled yelp as he was flipped over, blinking dazedly at the pale figure now straddling his hips. Eyes smiled enigmatically down at him for a moment before starting to kiss down his throat, hands sliding up Kousuke's sides slowly and teasingly. He continued to move his hips back and forth slightly, keeping the friction up between them. Kousuke let out a soft growl of pleasure, arching against the touches. His own hands reached up, attacking the musician's nipples again.
The added pleasure caused Eyes to bite along the redhead's throat, soothing those harsher gestures with a lapping tongue before going back to nibbling. That caused Kousuke to gasp softly, tilting his head to give Eyes more room. But he wasn't about to give him the control for long, and he let his hands slide down that beautiful svelte body, brushing over his hips and rear, reaching clever fingers to stroke against his hidden entrance. It was Eyes's turn to gasp, pulling his lips away just enough so that he wouldn't bite too hard, whimpering in the back of his throat. He was losing his very short gain of control, but if Kousuke really wanted what he was suggesting with his touch, then Eyes didn't think he'd mind surrendering it that much. He wanted to move downward to tease the redhead's nipples, but that would lose some of the other contact... Growling a little, he nuzzled at Kousuke's throat.
The redhead chuckled softly at the growl, continuing to tease his entrance with light calloused fingers. "Do you have anything?" he asked softly.
"Have...anything..?" Eyes wasn't entirely focused on words, and he blinked down at Kousuke curiously.
"For lubrication," Kousuke clarified, reaching up with his free hand to brush ice-white strands of hair out of dazzling sapphire eyes, "I don't want to hurt you."
"Oh..." Eyes flushed. He should have realised what was being asked. "Quite a bit..." He nuzzled Kousuke's hand, reluctant to make a move to go get one of the many lotions in the table at his bedside.
Kousuke chuckled and gave a gentle buck of the hips. "Go get something. I won't go any farther without it."
The musician nodded and rose up, going the short distance to the bed table, crouching a little to pull one of the bottles out of the drawer. He returned with it, stretching out next to Kousuke and dangling it over him, like yarn to a kitten. Kousuke waited just a moment, taking in the sight of his silvery lover. "You're beautiful..." he murmured, knowing Eyes probably heard it often enough for one more comment not to matter, but needing to say it anyway.
"You say that like you mean it," Eyes said softly, tilting his head at Kousuke, looking curiously at the other Blade Child.
The redheaded Blade Child blinked. "Of course I mean it," he said, "I wouldn't say it, otherwise."
"I thought as much," the other said, smiling a little. "I can't call you beautiful, you're too....rugged for that kind of term. Attractive..? Handsome? I hate words sometimes... I don't know how to say it.."
Kousuke grinned and took the jar from Eyes, leaning down to drop a small playful kiss on the tip of his nose. "Ah, I'm none of that. I'm just the evil-minded bastard in the baggy pants." He shifted, moving to settle between Eyes's legs, and opened the jar, sniffing delicately.
The scent of sandalwood wasn't subtle, but it wasn't overpowering either. It seemed to fit well with the traces of leather and slight musk that Eyes seemed to have around him, and the way the label was slightly worn on the jar showed that he preferred that scent over all. "If you were as evil-minded as you say, you would have left me as I was, so I don't quite believe that either." Eyes stretched out a little bit, arching his back in offering, legs splayed to either side of Kousuke's crouched form.
Kousuke grinned and shrugged as he dipped two of his fingers into the oil. "Yeah, but I admit to being evil enough that I'm curious to how much it takes to make you incoherent." With that, he carefully set down the jar nearby and pounced, going down on Eyes even as those oiled fingers searched for and found his entrance.
"Ahhhn!" Eyes's head went back, not expecting both sensations at once. At best, he might have thought Kouske would have teasingly prepared him, but adding the pleasure of his mouth, it was almost too much. He bucked his hips a little accidentally, but held himself back enough that he didn't hurt Kousuke.
The redhead's answer to that was to use his free hand to hold Eyes's hips down with a surprisingly strong grip for such a slender form. He worked Eyes expertly on both ends, taking Eyes's length in down to the hilt while his fingers stretched him with breathtaking gentleness.
"Nnn....Kousuke....!" He whimpered, helplessly strugggling against Kousuke's grip until he felt those lips touch the base, and then he held still, save the fine tremble that had started. His nails could be heard dragging over the covers, his breath ragged with pleasure. The soft chuckle that resulted from Eyes's reactions sent vibrations through the already sensitized flesh. He suckled hard, liking the way Eyes responded to pleasure given.
It was obvious that Kousuke had Eyes completely at his mercy, all of his attention on what the redhead was doing to him. His body not only reacted to Kousuke's mouth, but also how those slender fingers filled him. It felt so good and yet like not enough. He knew that he couldn't turn back now from what he wanted from the other Blade Child. And while he felt guilty about it, it was overshadowed by a much larger need and lust. Kousuke continued to stretch Eyes as carefully as he could, searching for the other's prostate. He found himself wanting to bring the silvery boy as much pleasure as possible.
It was a fair indication that he'd found it when Eyes let out a scream, a shudder running through his body. "Oh..God.. please!" he begged, hands fisted in the velvety comforter.
"Mmm...please what?" the redhead purred, pulling back from the musician's length enough to tease the slit with his tongue. Now that he'd found that hidden spot in Eyes's body, he manipulated it shamelessly, his gaze heated as he watched to see what it did to the trembling form below him. Eyes's cheeks were stained red, and he didn't bother to hold back any of his cries of pleasure now. Kousuke knew how to draw them out of him. He wasn't afraid to try and thrust his hips, trying to fuck himself on the redhead's fingers to make them thrust against that spot harder. Kousuke gave him that, jabbing hard against that spot and dragging his nails over the sensitive area. "Something you want, Eyes?" he murmured, his voice having gone husky and seductive.
"Yes...!" the other practically begged. "Please... please take me! I want you inside me... please!" He screamed again, jerking his hips as Kousuke's fingers caused colour to spill across his vision. He squeezed his eyes shut, sucking in a shuddering breath.
"As you wish," the redhead replied, removing his hand and reaching for the oil once more, spreading it over his own hard erection with a soft growling moan. Eyes watched him for a moment, entranced by Kousuke's fingers moving over himself, and he licked his lips hungrily. Soon, he'd be filled, and for once, he could hardly wait. When he was done, the redheaded Blade Child settled back between Eyes's legs, gazing deeply into darkened sapphire eyes. He smiled, reaching down to brush the silver hair out of that lust-filled gaze. "Promise you'll tell me if I accidentally hurt you," he murmured.
"I...I promise.." Eyes wasn't sure that he could be hurt like that anymore, but it meant a lot to him that Kousuke would even offer that option to him. He arched his back, legs parting just a little bit more, meeting those green-gold eyes.
"Arigatou." Kousuke pushed in slowly, moaning at the tight heat that gripped him once he pushed past the barrier into the pale body. As much as instinct urged him to shut his eyes, he kept them open, wanting to see how the musician's gaze and expression changed as he was filled.
For a moment, those sapphire eyes widened at the initial breach, his lower lip caught between his teeth. Then his lids fluttered a little, a breathy moan escaping him as Kousuke settled within him. He shivered lightly, arching up and tightening a little around the other Blade Child's length. Once fully inside, Kousuke made himself hold still, letting Eyes adjust. Admittedly, it didn't really look like that was necessary, but the redhead preferred to play it safe. He'd never hurt a lover in his life, and he wasn't going to ruin that record now. Eyes seemed to appreciate the moments that Kousuke took, just allowing him to /feel/ what was happening. Rarely did he get a chance to enjoy more than just the fast, hard taking of his body. Thanks to what the Saviours had done, his body enjoyed that treatment, but for once, he was able to let himself enjoy the true feel of the act. Something in his heated gaze portrayed his gratitude for that little thing.
Kousuke smiled gently, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the silvery Blade Child's lips. "Tell me when you're ready," he whispered, his own eyes hot with his own desire.
"Just..." Eyes returned with a little kiss of his own. "...a little longer...?" he asked, blinking up at him. His features were still flushed, but he had a very tiny smile on his lips, a true contentment touching him for the first time that he could remember in a long while.
"As you wish," Kousuke murmured, taking that time to slowly deepen the kiss, slowly and subtly seducing Eyes that way, and wrapping his arms around the other boy to hold him close.
Eyes's hands left the covers, and he returned the embrace, pulling Kousuke's as close to him as possible. This felt just as good as the actual sex, the seduction touching Eyes deeper than any cruel, harsh thrust. Kousuke cared, which meant the most to him. He opened his mouth to the redhead, moaning in the back of his throat as he toyed with the other man's tongue, eyes fluttering closed.
Kousuke gave a sound very like a purr, deepening the kiss. While it was still slow and languid, it was very heated and intense, as if the redhead were trying to consume the other boy. Eyes would have been more than content to let himself be consumed, sinking deeper into the kiss as Kousuke seemed to devour him. He'd never felt anything like it before, no matter who had ever walked through those doors.
"Perfect," Kousuke whispered against his lips, "You're absolutely perfect..." It was getting hard to stay still within the musician's heated body, but he was trying his best to wait until Eyes was ready.
It must have been the moment, because Eyes didn't argue, didn't deny it. He just smiled against Kousuke's mouth. "I was thinking the same of you..." His eyes locked on Kousuke's once more. "Go on....I'm ready..."
Kousuke let out a feral-sounding growl, starting to move. He was slow at first, but the leisurely pace soon gave way to something more fevered. Eyes pulled him closer again, a growling purr rumbling in the back of his throat. The feral sound from Kousuke only seemed to excite the musician that much more, and he offered his hips up to each inward thrust, driving the redhead deeper into him. Kousuke shifted his angle, wanting to hear Eyes scream. It wasn't until the redhead found that spot once more that Eyes truly screamed, his head going back. He encouraged Kousuke further by digging his nails into the base of his spine, dragging them upwards without breaking skin.
That caused Kousuke to let out a loud cry of his own. He sat up and moved his hands down to Eyes's hips, pinning the silvery boy down to gain both leverage and total control of the coupling. He continued to pound into Eyes, putting all his weight behind the thrusts. Eyes whimpered with the restricted movement, but that disappointment was far outweighed by the pleasure that took him with all the force of a firestorm. He screamed Kousuke's name, writhing as much as the other would allow, completely at his mercy.
Kousuke watched this with burning green-gold eyes, taking in every detail. Beautiful... he thought to himself, even as he cried out himself from the way Eyes constricted around him. Sapphire eyes were fixed on that heated attention. Eyes knew that he was being watched, appraised, even in the height of this moment. Even so, he didn't care...Kousuke could think whatever he wanted so long as he kept bringing him closer and closer to that edge. He whimpered, wishing he found the words to say how close he was, that sweet pressure building in his hips, blazing through him.
The redhead could tell, just from the way Eyes began to tremble beneath him. "That's right," he growled, one hand moving from the musician's hip to wrap around his cock, stroking him with quick firm touches. "Come for me...I want to see it..."
Eyes really hadn't needed the extra sensation as close as he was. But now that he had it, he had no choice but to let it sweep him over. He screamed, his body tensing so that he was almost impossibly tight, before his hips started to jerk. Warmth spilled over them, spasms making Eyes clutch tightly to his redheaded lover.
Kousuke cried out sharply at that tight constriction, coming hard into the writhing body. Eyes pulled him down roughly into a kiss, this time taking advantage of the other man's climax to drive his tongue in and deeply ravage his mouth.
"Mmm..." Kousuke submitted to the kiss, his eyes fluttering shut as he wrapped his arms tightly around the pale boy. The other didn't loosen his grip until well after they'd both been spent, finally pulling away from the kiss to bury his face in the other's shoulder until they'd both caught their breath. The redhead collapsed against him, holding him and nuzzling into that silken silver-white hair. "Daijobu?" he murmured, pressing a kiss to the soft strands.
"Ahh.." Eyes affirmed wordlessly, letting out a quiet sigh. "I don't want to let you go."
"For right now, you don't have to," Kousuke replied. "All that has to be done right now is to relax and enjoy the moment."
Eyes snuggled him closer to him. "Good."
The redhead smiled and brushed a kiss along that elegant throat. He knew Kanone would likely call soon, and then plans to get Eyes out of this place would be created and carried out. But for now, he was glad for this quiet moment.
"Thank you...Kousuke..." the pale boy murmured. Somehow, Eyes knew that he was safe now. Even if this would only happen tonight, he felt secure in this near-stranger's arms. It wasn't something that he could explain, and he wouldn't dare try.
"You're welcome," the other boy murmured, "and maybe later, when things are a little calmer and you can make the choice for yourself...maybe we can try this again."
'I'd like that," Eyes said with a smile.
"So would I," Kousuke agreed softly, pulling the blankets over them with one hand.