Title: Ribbons and Chains

Meaning: n/a
Pairing: Shhhh. It's a surprise.
Type: YAOI; light bondage
Rating: R

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His eyes opened slowly though consciousness came back with a sudden, painful rush. At least someone had thought to put him on a bed and dim the lights. His hands felt numb. He opened his eyes fully and blinked, allowing the room to come into sharper focus. Red. The room was red; all four walls and the ceiling. He looked around carefully, not wanting to aggravate his headache, hoping for some clue as to whose room he was in. Pictures lined the shelving unit to the right, but he could only see the ones closest to the bed – all were of Toshiya. He blinked again. Somehow he hadn’t expected a red bedroom from the boy who loved blue so much. He closed his eyes, relaxing now that he knew who was taking care of him, and shifted back so that his face was pointed towards the ceiling again.
The fan was stark white against the flame red when he reopened his eyes. He frowned, not remembering it being there before. Maybe he just hadn’t been paying attention. The dull throbbing in the back of his head had grown slightly more intense, warning him not to move too much or too quickly. His hands were still numb, and he was beginning to lose feeling in his arms, as if they had been held above his head for too long. He frowned once again and dared to risk moving them to find out why. They wouldn’t budge.
What the ...
His frown increased and a slight panic began to grow. He forced it down. He was with Toshiya; he was fine. But still, what the hell was keeping them above his head like that? He tilted his head back slightly.
Ribbons.
Black, silky ribbons were wrapped around his wrists and another length of black ribbons were wrapped around those, binding his wrists together. From those ribbons chains extended, holding his hands above his head and trapping him to the headboard of Toshiya’s bed.
Ribbons and chains.
The noise of cloth rustling over skin drew his attention sharply to the left. He swallowed slightly, nervously, when his gaze met with somehow familiar but distinctly hungry blue eyes. Warnings began ringing in his head: That was NOT Toshiya! He couldn’t see the person’s face or what they were wearing, but from the silhouette he guessed it was a skirt and shirt. The blue eyed person came closer to the bed until they were standing on the opposite side of where he lay.
Holy mother fucker. That’s a man!
Cold eyes raked up and down his body; suddenly he was very aware of the fact that he was naked and that he was resting on cool silk sheets which were clinging to his back. He dared to speak, hoping that at least this was someone he knew. The scent was familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on why that was so.
“Why – ” he started, but his throat was dry and hoarse from lack of use.
“Shhhh, Kyo,” the blue eyed man murmured soothingly.
The stranger reached for a glass of water that sat on the night table and poured some into the palm of his hand. The palm was then held to Kyo’s lips.
“Nome.”
“Demo – ”
”Hanasanai. Nome.”
Kyo drank – the water was cold and tasted like the man’s skin. He wasn’t sure whether the man tasted of cinnamon or nutmeg, but then, he didn’t really care. When the water was gone, Kyo reached out with his tongue to lap up the remaining moisture, conviently forgetting that he was at this man’s mercy and hoping to get a reaction from him that would give away his identity. His hopes were dashed – whoever it was had very good control.
“Better?” the man asked quietly. His voice was well disguised; quiet and bland and completely unremarkable. Kyo thought he detected a hint of a smile behind the word, though.
“Hai,” the blonde answered. He settled back on the bed, staring into the blue eyes now that he had the chance.
“Good.”
“Why am I here?”
The man smiled, but even in the dim light Kyo could see there was no warmth to it. His blue eyes glittered dangerously. Kyo shivered. The man climbed onto the huge bed that Toshiya was so proud of and slunk across until his legs were pressed against Kyo’s, looking rather light a predatory cat.
“There have been ... complaints,” he began, “from the others.” He caressed Kyo’s face, for reasons unknown, and Kyo found that he didn’t really mind. “And I must say ... I agree.”
Kyo cried out as the man raked his nails down his cheek. Immediately the man lowered his head and gently used his tongue to lick at and sooth the red marks. Long hair brushed over Kyo’s face and chest, tickling him. Something in the back of his head clicked, and pieces started coming together. There were only three people he knew with hair that long, and both of them were in Dir en Grey. He sighed silently in relief. The stranger finished licking Kyo’s cheek and raised his head, moving so that they were nose to nose, his breath warm on Kyo’s lips. He smelled good, like something familiar and comforting that reminded one of being safe.
“You’ve been bad, Kyo. I’m going to punish you.”
Safe. Right. Kyo swallowed nervously, but was drawn into a deep kiss before he could say anything.
He gasped when he felt the other’s tongue swiping leisurely over his bottom lip, thus unwittingly granting permission. Deftly the long haired man slid his tongue into Kyo’s mouth and explored the hot cavern, tasting and caressing Kyo’s tongue with his own. He pulled back before Kyo thought to bite and placed his lips lighting against the shell of Kyo’s ear.
“Who am I, Kyo?” he asked.
“I don’t know ... ” the vocalist whispered.
“Oh?” the man said, “I’m disappointed in you.” He kissed Kyo again and, leaning on his left hand for balance, let the right one lazily dance its way up Kyo’s sides. Kyo squirmed; the man was going over all his ticklish spots! Kyo’s eyes went wide.
Only he knows where they are ... but ...
The man chuckled lowly, no longer disguising his voice, seeing the recognition in Kyo’s eyes. “Rule one, Kyo. I am your master ... ”
”... Hai ... ” the blonde muttered.
“Yes, what, Kyo?” the other asked gently, but countered it by swiftly slapping Kyo across the face.
Kyo winced – whoever said Dir en Grey’s drummer was weak had obviously never been smacked by him. “Hai, Shinya-sama.”
Shinya smiled and bent to kiss the hand print he had left on Kyo’s cheek. Shifting his weight off his hands, Shinya trailed his left hand over to play with one of Kyo’s nipples and the other up to tangle in Kyo’s hair. Then he moved down Kyo’s body to lick the unattended nipple.
“Ah, fuck, Shinya!”
Shinya bit the nipple he had been licking and the vocalist cried out in pain. “Did I tell you to speak?” he demanded harshly.
Kyo opened his mouth to retort, thought the better of it, and shook his head.
“Rule two, Kyo. Speak only when I tell you to.”
The blonde nodded weakly and had to bite his lip to keep from making the same mistake as Shinya’s tongue resumed its work. He could feel the drummer smile against his skin. Then there was no more sensation and it was all Kyo could do to keep from whimpering at the loss. The delicate boy gave Kyo another soul-searing kiss, as if saying ‘sorry’, and this time the blonde timidly kissed back. Idly he wondered if he was to be punished for this, as well. But if Shinya was displeased by Kyo’s participation, he certainly had Kyo fooled for he opened his mouth, inviting the vocalist to explore. The blonde took him up on that eagerly, diving into the hot heaven that was Shinya’s mouth.
Strawberries ... he sighed mentally.
When the kiss was finally ended, both men were left gasping for air. Shinya recovered quickly and kissed down Kyo’s neck, stopping at the collarbone to nip at the skin there before proceeding to suck on the smaller man’s neck. Kyo moaned low in his throat but the drummer ignored it, concentrating instead on marking the vocalist to his satisfaction. Kyo responded by tilting his head and presenting more of his neck to Shinya, begging without words for more. And again Shinya ignored him. He bit Kyo’s neck one last time and began his descent, kissing and licking his way down Kyo’s torso. He stopped to play with the blonde’s belly-button and dipped his tongue in, chuckling to himself when he heard a sharp in-take of air. A wicked idea came to mind then and he took the skin just below Kyo’s belly-button into his mouth, sucking on it lightly. Kyo moaned out loud and Shinya immediately slapped the older man’s thigh.
“What was rule two, Kyo? Say it.” he snapped.
“Speak only when you tell me to.”
“Should I count that as speaking, Kyo?” Shinya asked at length, nibbling thoughtfully on the skin of Kyo’s waist.
The sound of cloth on cloth brought the blonde’s attention sharply down to Shinya’s arm, which was reaching for something out of sight. A feeling of anxiety settled in his stomach, sending butterflies flying. His eyes widened when he suddenly realized what the action meant and wondered if he should actually answer the question – verbally or otherwise. He settled for not doing anything and hoping for the best. His hopes were dashed cruelly to the ground when Shinya’s hand came back with a long, black feather.
Shit! he thought frantically, He knows I’m ticklish!
“Do you think you should be punished further for that, Kyo?” the drummer asked, oblivious to the blonde’s internal dilemma. “You may speak to answer.”
“Please, Shinya-sama ... you know I’m ticklish. Please don’t. How would I keep from laughing? Please, Shinya-sama ... ”
The drummer appeared to consider this, thoughtfully running the top of the black feather down Kyo’s chest with one hand and rubbing his chin with the other. His eyes stared into Kyo’s intensely in a twisted version of a staring contest. The shorter man squirmed a bit and finally had to lower his eyes; chewing on his lower lip the whole time. After deciding that he had let the moment drag on long enough, Shinya, without warning, straddled Kyo’s knees, swirling circles on Kyo’s stomach with the feather and eyeing the vocalist’s mostly-hardened penis. Slowly, deliberately, and making sure to hold it as lightly as possible, he brought the feather down Kyo’s length. He smiled when the vocalist bucked his hips in shock and cried out.
“Shinya-sama!”
“I’ll forgive you for that. Just this once,” the drummer said. “I like the way you said my name. Maybe ... you’ll say it again?”
Kyo wasn’t sure what Shinya meant by that, but he didn’t dare say so. He realized very quickly, however, as the younger man replaced the feather with his tongue, licking and tracing invisible patterns along his cock. Kyo flushed and groaned as the blood rushed from his brain to his groin and he became harder than he could ever remember. Shinya either finished or was bored with making designs on his penis and began to swirl his tongue around the tip like it was an ice cream cone. The vocalist bucked again and made a whining noise that reminded Shinya vaguely of Miyu when she was hungry.
“What do you want, Kyo?” he asked lowly, “What do you want me to do to you?”
Kyo moaned, loudly, and tried to thrust into the warmth of Shinya’s mouth, but the younger man held his hips down roughly. He growled in frustration, “Shinya-sama, for the love of God do it! Just suck me please!”
Shinya grinned, “Rule three, Kyo. When you enjoy yourself, I want to hear it. You’re the vocalist – speak up, boy.”
Not giving Kyo a chance to say anything more, he bent and took Kyo’s erection as fully into his mouth as he could. The blonde lost any control over speech and his exclamations came out as half-formed words among the moans. He could feel Shinya smile and chuckle, which only served to heighten the sensations. He tried once more to thrust, but the drummer held him tighter, his nails digging hard into Kyo’s skin.
Where the fuck – he learn that? the blonde thought as Shinya did ... something with his tongue that was absolutely illegal for someone as young as he to know how to do. “Shin – sama – gonna – ” Well – gave him – fair – warning
Shinya seemed to sense his thoughts and responded accordingly by sucking harder, intent on making Kyo come. And despite his best efforts to hold back and make the blow job last, Kyo came hard into Shinya’s mouth, shouting the younger man’s name. He felt the drummer practically purr as he sucked Kyo dry.
“God almighty ... Shinya ... Where the fuck did you learn to do that?!” the blonde demanded when he was able to form coherent sentences once more.
Shinya raised his head, gave Kyo’s waist a kiss, and blushed slightly. The look looked oddly wrong, considering the drummer’s new attitude and that it usually fit him.
“I’m not so innocent,” he snorted delicately, “and I never took a vow of celibacy.”
“So I see,” Kyo smirked.
“You talk too much,” Shinya wrinkled his nose cutely.
“So keep me quiet.”
The drummer rolled his eyes, blush gone, and drew Kyo into a deep but tender kiss. Mouths opened to each other, tongues met and caressed luxuriously. Kyo watched Shinya’s face through half-closed eye lids and was faintly surprise. He’d never seen the younger man so completely relaxed before. Shinya’s eyes were closed serenely, his lashes like perfect make-up smudges on his pale skin in the dim light. His face was for once totally open to his emotions and Kyo felt strangely touched to know that the drummer was so comfortable around him. Kyo sucked Shinya’s lower lip into his mouth and nibbled on it as lightly as he could. The drummer moaned just a little. Kyo gave a mental sigh of relief – at least the beauty was enjoying this, too.
“Kyo?” whispered Shinya, pulling away. He began kissing down the vocalist’s neck and jaw as he’d done earlier.
“Y-yeah?” the blonde asked, his breath catching in his chest. He could feel himself start to get hard again, and Shinya’s hands playing lightly on his inner thighs were not helping any. Then the feather was back, teasing him once more. “Yes, Shinya-sama?” he asked quickly.
“Hmmmm ... ” Shinya smiled and put the feather away. “Better.” His hands traveled idly to the base of Kyo’s cock, tracing light circles as they went, then wrapped around it, giving it a few firm pumps. “Kyo-kun almost ready again, ne?”
Kyo moaned as the organ came fully alive again. “God, yes, Shinya-sama.”
“Good,” the drummer reached for a small jar that sat near the feather. Lube. Kyo’s eyes went wide for the nth time that day; he’d never been taken before and didn’t know that he wanted to let Shinya do that.
“Shinya-sama ... ”
”Kyo, did I ask you to speak?” Shinya asked in a soft voice that commanded nothing less that total respect and obedience.
The blonde shook his head and hoped that he still looked calm. He closed his eyes and prepared himself mentally for the feeling of lube covered fingers entering him.
“Kyo? Open your eyes,” Shinya cooed.
The vocalist complied and was treated to one of the most erotic sights he’d ever seen in his life, and probably wouldn’t ever see again. Shinya’s hand was under his skirt, and it didn’t take a genius to see that he was preparing himself, even in the dimmed light. Kyo went painfully hard as a wave of lust washed over him. When Shinya was finished, he crawled up Kyo’s body and positioned himself, his skirt bunching up around his hips.
“I need you to fuck me, now,” the drummer whispered, and impaled himself fully.
Kyo bit his lip to keep from crying out and could taste coppery blood soon after. Shinya was hot and tight around him, and he was buried to the hilt inside. The drummer paused, presumably to adjust himself to the feeling of Kyo inside him, but then didn’t move, grinning at Kyo slyly. The blonde all but growled in frustration. He willed himself not to say anything – to be patient – but silence and patience had never been his strong points.
“Shinya-sama!” he hissed.
“Yes, Kyo?” Shinya asked quietly, but his voice was breathy. He lifted himself up an inch or so teasingly.
Kyo slammed his hips upwards and smirked as the young drummer threw his head back and moaned. “If you’re going to be fucked, you’d damn well better start moving!” he growled.
Shinya grinned slightly and stayed up as Kyo let his hips fall back down to the bed. At another warning growl from the blonde, he began to ride Kyo slowly, drawing out the torture as long as possible.
“Jeezus, Shinya,” Kyo whimpered. He pulled against his restraints and bucked, slamming himself into Shinya every time the drummer lifted up. “Shin~ya~a~a~a~a.”
The frail man bent to capture Kyo’s lips roughly with his own. The pace he’d set quickened as desire coursed through him, heightened by Kyo’s own. “You talk too much,” he panted out, lips resting against Kyo’s.
Kyo responded by shifting slightly. The next time he slammed into Shinya, he hit Shinya’s spot and smiled in satisfaction as the boy moaned loudly. Shinya glared at him for his smile, bit his shoulder, and forced himself to slow down, intent on making Kyo pay. The blonde whined and Shinya was again reminded of Miyu. But even though he was trying to exact revenge against the blonde, Shinya’s will power ran out and he reached under his skirt to stroke himself. He rode faster, needing his own release as well. Kyo had long since given himself over to the sensation of being buried inside Shinya’s ass completely, not longer able to think coherently.
“God, Shin – so good – God ... Can’t – Shinya – gonna – ” Kyo broke off, slamming into Shinya one last time. The muscles closed tightly around Kyo’s cock, causing him to come hard. “SHINYA!”
The drummer followed close behind at the sound of his name, screaming the vocalist’s name, and the blonde felt his skin raise in goose bumps. Both were slick with sweat and worn out; but both felt fully at ease and satisfied. Kyo leaned up as Shinya slumped onto his chest to lick the sweat off the drummer’s skin. They stayed there for a few seconds before the younger man lazily lifted himself completely off Kyo and flopped gracefully onto the bed.
“So what kind of complaints brought that on? Whatever I did, I'll have to do again,” Kyo grinned.
Shinya opened one eye slightly and stared at the blonde. A little mischievous smile stretched across his lips. He closed his eye.
“None. I felt like it. Good night, Kyo-kun.”
Kyo’s jaw dropped. Thrown for a loop, he worked his jaw as he fished for words. “Felt like it? You did all that ‘cause you felt like it?!” he finally yelled.
“Not so loud. I’m trying to sleep.”
“Hey, hey!” Kyo scolded, “Don’t you dare think of sleeping until you get these off me!” He rattled the chains that bound his hands for effect.
Shinya blinked sleepily, but rose to untie the vocalist, his long fingers groping for the knot in the ribbons. Once found, he gave a sharp tug. Kyo stared incredulously as the binds came undone and fell to the mattress. “You mean that was it? That’s all I had to do to get out?” he asked as he rubbed the blood back into his arms.
“Yeah,” the drummer shrugged. He watched Kyo fondly for a moment before getting up fully, yawning, and crawling to the edge of the bed, preparing to leave. He yelped as a strong arm hooked around his own and pulled him back.
“And where did you think you were going?” Kyo demanded, pulling off Shinya’s shirt and forcing him down onto the mattress.
“I was going to leave ... ” Shinya yawned.
“After such great sex? I don’t think so. Take that thing off before you get stuck in it and go to sleep,” Kyo ordered, wrapping his arms around Shinya’s waist to make sure the younger boy stayed put.
The drummer smiled timidly and slid quickly out of his skirt, tossing it off the bed. He was suddenly glad he hadn’t worn more. He settled back under the sheet that had been undone during their ... activities, and cautiously wrapped his own arms around the smaller man, hoping they wouldn’t be eaten off – literally or otherwise. But Kyo surprised him by snuggling closer and kissing his chest. Shinya smiled, more fully and tenderly, at his friend.
“Happy birthday, Kyo. Dai suki yo,” he murmured sleepily.
There was no responce – Kyo was already asleep – and Shinya hadn’t expected one. He sighed and gave himself over to the comforting blackness of sleep, his breathing evening out quickly. Kyo waited until he was sure Shinya was deep asleep and wouldn’t wake up before glancing up at the sleeping face and kissing the closed eyelids.
“Yeah, me too.”

~Owari~

Author: Did I write this? *blinks* ... Holy mother of God I did! *reads it over, grins evilly* Oh Jooooooyce-chan!
Joyce: Eh? Nani?
Author: Come look at what I wrote thanks to *your* inspiring lanyard thingie!
Joyce: *takes paper* Oh? *reads* ... *looks at Author, glares*
Author: Eep!
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Author: *dives into a closet and locks the door*
Joyce: *pounding on the door* You have to eat sometime!
Author: Well everyone ... while I think of an escape plan ... I hope you enjoyed it!