Scattered Pages and Blood-Ink

 

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- Epicurus

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Youko sat with his elbows braced on the table and his fingers interlocked, a pose he’d seen Kuronue use without a thought many times, as he stared forward. His head slightly tilted to one side, and his hair hanging before his eyes, arousal licking at him gently, stirring primal urges that had him press his tongue against his furiously clenched teeth and narrow his eyes.

 

At the other end of the table, Kuronue panted and stared up at the ceiling helplessly, a fine sheen of sweat covering his pale skin. He writhed in the chair slightly, not really granted the ability to move much at all. For the tight leather like plants that held his hands up above his head against the back of the chair, and his ankles were held against the legs of the chair, once again bound to the wood itself with the leather-like vines. His knees were held apart too, displaying him, making sure he couldn’t pull his legs together to hide his arousal. His wings arched behind him gracefully, they too were bound, but only so that they couldn’t thrash about violently and end up hurting Kuronue more than it pleased him.

 

He whimpered helplessly and closed his eyes, swallowing the thick lump in his throat he allowed his head to drop to his bare chest for a second before he felt the need to squirm again and he looked back up at the ceiling, avoiding the youko’s intense gaze. For he knew it would only make his situation worse, to see Youko watching him intensely, as he knew he was.

 

He’d been like this for what seemed like hours, his state slowly deteriorating into the shaking and palpable mess that he was now. He wasn’t to the point of begging yet, which was probably what Youko was waiting for, but he refused to give up so easily.

 

The thing inside him, something Youko had brought back with him on his latest romp in the woods, was what elevated Kuronue to such desperate arousal. Arousal that clawed at him and forced his nerves to sing and sing, as he trembled, helpless. He gasped and moaned and writhed, his resistance and will slowly being stripped, layer by agonizing layer.

 

And his cock, so helplessly engorged, wept and sent violent need throughout him. His balls felt so tight he felt as if he’d go insane. That too made him shake with lust, and gasp, and moan, clenching and un-clenching his fists. He would have cum by now, a long, long time ago, if only Youko hadn’t used one of his plant’s to wind around the base of his cock, so tightly as to trap his hardness, and too deny him his release.

 

And so he writhed in the chair before Youko’s watchful eyes, the demonic contraption suck inside his passage, its undulations sending need through him, its powerful torrent growing stronger and stronger. His resistance slowly breaking down. He pulled at his restraints, but he still couldn’t move, he couldn’t touch himself, no matter how much he wished to.

 

He moaned loudly and thrashed his head from side to side, bearing his teeth and panting, his eyebrows drawing together. His ebony hair has been pulled free of its tie, and it spilled down as if a waterfall, flowing along the contours of muscle and falling to the chair which held him captive, spilling luxuriously down his chest as little strands clung to his temples.

 

“Have you had enough?” Youko’s calm, husky voice questioned from the other end of the table.

 

Despite his desperate lust, and need, Kuronue managed to laugh, and say, “what are you waiting for Kurama? You think this will make me beg you to fuck me like a bitch?” Though its effect was ruined by his breathless and quivering voice.

 

He made the mistake of taking his eyes off the ceiling to meet Kurama’s own in challenge.

 

They stared at each other across the table for a lengthy amount of time. With Kuronue still trembling and breathing heavily, his eyes narrowed. Youko, postured to look indifferent as he watched the show, his hair hanging before his eyes, those cold, cold fervent eyes.

 

An ivory hand picked up a small device from the tables surface, not unlike a remote. It had a tab, which could be pushed forward, which Youko placed his thumb over. He made sure Kuronue was watching as he pushed the small tab forward a bit.

 

The reaction was immediate. Kuronue threw his head back with a howl, and arched his back as the powerful waves only became stronger, and all his need and frustration doubled. His cock begging him to scream out for attention, imploring Kuronue to surrender to its wishes. Kuronue was seriously beginning to consider asking Youko to just fuck him, this seemed like such a silly game, and yet the fact that it was happening made him so hot. It was erotic and it turned him on more than anything else ever had, and Youko had some pretty kinky ideas.

 

He cried out and trembled, his breathing becoming even harsher as his hands shook, despite being bound. He tried to move, to grant himself release and yet he couldn’t. He whimpered helplessly.

 

“How about now?” Youko’s inquired again, his thumb still situated on the tab threateningly, a hint of a threat evident in his voice.

 

Kuronue could only moan absentmindedly in response, and then release a broken half-sob mixed with a desperate cry.

 

Youko stood from his chair unhurriedly, and trailed his fingers along the dark wooded table’s surface as he approached Kuronue’s deliciously moaning form. He placed the device on the table behind him and knelt down before Kuronue, between his trembling knees. But he did not touch him, apart from where he placed his elbows on either of Kuronue’s knees, clasping his fingers together, then resting his chin on them.

 

Kuronue stared down at him, his lips parted and his chest heaving, his skin slicked with sweat and his eyes wild with need. His cock, so close to Youko, looked painfully hard as it arched up to face Kuronue, weeping.

 

Youko hid his arousal, his own need, his own elation at simply seeing Kuronue displayed to him like this. He let Kuronue suffer for a while longer, and allowed his to eyes trail over Kuronue’s well defined body, before reaching forward to place his hand on Kuronue’s chest. The skin beneath his palm was hot, and if he did have a heartbeat, he was sure it would have been thumming furiously. Kuronue looked up to watch Youko’s expression as his hand slipped further down, catching one of his nipples for a split second, causing Kuronue to lower his head and force his whimper back.

 

Youko continued further down Kuronue’s stomach, sliding over the hard muscle and down further still to Kuronue’s abdomen. He stopped before he came anywhere remotely near Kuronue’s cock, which delivered Kuronue a new wave of desperation as he ground his teeth together helplessly, tugging at his bindings once more when Youko returned to his stationary position. Staring up at his partner.

 

Then, “Kurama…” slipped unbid passed his lips in a breathless plea.

 

“Hmm?” He replied, blinking slowly, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips.

 

“Kurama… just… let me…” Kuronue’s eyes were clenched tight, and he moaned between his words, trembling and shaking with pure need.

 

Youko frowned thoughtfully. “I’m not sure if you’re begging ‘like a bitch’ yet Kuronue. I see no reason why I should let you cum if you can’t ask properly for it. It can’t be that difficult.”

 

Kuronue let out a frustrated growl and thrashed about – or at least attempted too – then raised his head slightly to glare at Youko viciously.

 

Youko’s breath caught in his throat as a pang of carnal need pulled at his core. Oh, Kuronue was truly beautiful like this. Why hadn’t he thought of it sooner?

 

Kuronue’s eyes bore holes right through is own. “Fuck. Me.” He ordered, glaring down at his tormentor. Though he still trembled helplessly, his desperation escalating.

 

Youko smirked. “Not when you ask me like that.”

 

Feeling as if he’d go insane if he wasn’t granted release soon Kuronue tossed his head to the side dejectedly and took a shaky breath, trying to not loose himself in the waiting orgasm clawing at the edges of his mind. So close, just so close.

 

Youko stood and reached behind him to take the device in his hand, seated himself on the table, and then placed a foot either side of Kuronue on the armrests. He leant forward slightly, his eyes narrowing just a little, his lips parting as Kuronue’s keening wail went right to his cock as he pushed the little tab forward further.

 

He watched hungrily as Kuronue snapped and fragments of pleas poured forth from his lips, his own cock screaming for attention. Still he ignored it for a while more, enjoying Kuronue’s frantic and desperate pleas and the arch of his back as he screamed in pleasure and frustration. Tears swelled and slipped from his eyes, trailing down his cheeks, illustrating just how desperate and needy he truly was.

 

“Please…please Kurama, just fuck me-…aaa…nhhh… please, c-come on… Take this thing out, fuck me properly. Hah… now, hurry up…I can’t take it, I’m going to burst…nghhh.”

 

Youko would have been happy to simply watch Kuronue beg all night, but his own cock was commanding him to take action, and Kuronue had begged well enough, he deserved a reward.

 

“Alright,” he said, slipping his feet from the chairs arms, back down to the floor, and stood, which gained Kuronue’s attention, “since you’ve finally begged like the whore that you are; you can convince me further that you deserve my cock… by sucking it. If you do well enough I might consider it.”

 

Youko lowered his face to within and inch of Kuronue’s and smirked lightly. Kuronue was far too gone to even object, or call him an unfair prick, so he simply whimpered and let his head fall back against the back of the chair in relief.

 

He slipped his pants from his hips and left his sash and tunic on, then toed off his shoes and advanced on the panting demon, climbing up and above him, placing one of his knees on either of the armrests, where his feet had been not too long ago. Placing one of his hands over Kuronue’s already bound wrists atop the back of the chair to steady himself, he reached down to push aside his tunic, presenting his engorged and weeping cock to Kuronue.

 

With his knees on the armrests, his legs spread, he was at the perfect height for Kuronue to take his cock into his mouth and for him to avoid Kuronue’s own cock simultaneously. Unless, of course, his tail became involved, however Youko was enjoying Kuronue’s torment a little too much to give him that privilege just yet.

 

Kuronue bit his lip and closed his eyes for a second, breathing deeply while the undulations extended their way through his body, the vibrator pressing against his prostate constantly, and sending direct strikes to his core. When he felt he could handle seeing Youko’s full and hard cock again, he slid his eyes open and watched ivory fingers trace its length and stroke the head with the tip of his thumb.

 

Youko’s head was cast back for the moment while he pleasured himself, and Kuronue admired the beauty before him for a moment, before the carnality of the situation took over again, and the pulsating intrusion in his passage incessantly reminded him that the sooner this was over the sooner he could cum.

 

He leant forward a little and ran his tongue over the tip of Youko’s cock, who jerked his upper torso forward and hissed, looking down to watch Kuronue’s slightly distracted ministrations. Youko had already been leaking pre-cum, and so when Youko’s hand slid from his cock to stroke Kuronue’s cheek the telltale sign of his excitement remained, smeared across his cheek.

 

He moaned and leant forward when Kuronue took in the rest of him, and gasped as he felt Kuronue’s tongue sliding against him erotically. The heat of his mouth and his tongue combined was enough to make him shudder with a sudden wave of hot lust, and to sigh delightedly as his cock was served the attention it had been begging for.

 

“Yesss,” he moaned, making sure he kept his eyes on the way his cock slid in and out of Kuronue’s mouth the best he could, his chest heaving, sweeping a clawed hand through his hair to hold it out of the way, as well as hold Kuronue still, when he began to snap his hips forward, “take it all you whore.”

 

In response Kuronue shivered, yet again, and increased his hot suction, simply letting Youko fuck his mouth. He moaned at the words, which in turn caused Youko to groan and throw his head back again, the thrusts of his hips becoming more and more frenzied.

 

Despite his own distracting pleasure, Kuronue made sure he hummed around Youko’s length when he started to lose his careful pace, and his thrusts became erratic. It sent Youko overboard with a loud gasp, and Kuronue instinctively closed his eyes as Youko pulled his cock from Kuronue's mouth as his muscles seized and he came on Kuronue’s face.

 

He panted for a while, catching his breath and simply staring at his own cum on Kuronue’s features, and as a pink moist tongue darted out to lick his cum from his lip, tears still streaking wet lines down his cheeks. Pure carnal desire burning furiously behind his eyes.

 

Thinking it a good idea, Youko shifted his knees from the armrests and placed a knee between Kuronue’s legs as he leant forward to lick his dripping cum from Kuronue’s face, cleaning him properly. “Good, very good.” He murmured as he licked the dazed Kuronue’s cheek.

 

“Please fuck me now…” He whimpered, pulling at his restraints.

 

Youko pulled back, and thought about it while as he stared into Kuronue’s eyes. Then he looked down to his cock and reached to run a nail lightly up its length. He ignored Kuronue’s whimpers, and pushed his nail a little harder into his skin when he moaned and thrust his hips forward.

 

“I’ll bet,” he taunted, sliding his palm over the tip of the head, and then fisting him lightly, pumping him far too frivolously to bring any proper satisfaction, “that’d you’d cum as soon as I release the hold I have on your cock.”

 

He tapped the thin vine wrapped tightly around the base of his cock to illustrate his point, and then frowned in thought as his hand trailed down further to ghost along Kuronue’s balls. “I should have tied them up too.”

 

Kuronue was lost. At this point it didn’t matter what he had to do, or what he had to say in order to get what he wanted, he just wished that he would be paid proper attention that would ease the built up need inside him. “I don’t care…just fuck-”

 

He was cutoff by Youko hand as it lowered even further and his hips were encouraged to shift forward a little, angling them so that Youko could close his hand around the tip of the vibrator to pull it almost all the way out and then viciously ram it back inside Kuronue’s ass.

 

Youko smiled fondly when Kuronue screamed at the action, throwing his head back and exposing his throat, his wings giving a violent jerk as if they wished to unfurl. He pulled at his restraints, shuddered in pleasurable agony and swore at Youko. It ceased as soon as Youko reached up with his free hand to run it over one of his nipples and tug at it none to gently, switching immediately to torment moans and choked sobs.

 

“…Stop it! Just fuck me, come on…” He begged,  feeling as if he couldn’t bare the torment any longer. 

 

Youko’s eyebrow rose and his fingers slid from Kuronue’s nipple to grasp his chin, forcing Kuronue to look at him as he continued his ministrations with the vibrator. “Beg me properly.”

 

Kuronue gasped and his face contorted in an expression not dissimilar to pain. “Kurama…”

 

“Beg me properly.” He repeated. “Tell me you want to be fucked like a bitch.”

 

Kuronue groaned and let his head fall back, his eyes sliding closed, his voice wavering. “Fuck me, Kurama. Put your cock in my ass and fuck me. I want to be fucked, Kurama, I want to cum. I’ll scream like a whore and whatever you want just, please, let me cum.”

 

Youko grinned, pleased, and the restraints on Kuronue’s wrists, thighs and legs untangled from him, releasing him. But the one holding the tight circle around Kuronue’s cock remained, and he planned for it to stay there for a while yet. “Get up.” His arousal evident in his husky tone of voice, he took a step back and then to the side, allowing clear passage to the table directly before Kuronue. “Sit on the table, if you touch your cock you won’t cum at all.”

 

Kuronue, now released, slumped in the chair a little. Instinctively his hand rose to touch his cock, but then he remembered the warning given to him only moments before and he froze, whimpering in the back of his throat. He looked up to Youko, who stood, waiting patiently for him, a hand braced on the table.

 

With the vibrator still firmly lodged inside his ass he stood shakily, and moved to sit on the edge of the table, facing Youko. Then he waited impatiently for Youko to stop staring at him, and quivered a little as he untied his sash and pulled his tunic from him, revealing the muscles bellow the silken ivory skin.

 

“Move back and lie down,” the youko ordered, coming closer to him and wrapping his hands around Kuronue’s ankles. He said, “that’s right, good,” when he did as he was told.

 

Youko had the perfect view from where he stood, with Kuronue splayed out before him, trembling and panting. His hair splayed out on the dark wood of the table, and clinging to his skin. His cock, arched and begging for attention, along with Kuronue who moaned complaints as Youko did nothing but leer down at him.

 

He pulled Kuronue’s ankles apart further and crawled up onto the table with him, kneeling between his legs for moment. Then tilting his head to the side slightly, he called upon the plant that had restrained Kuronue before to resume their positions. They caught Kuronue’s wrists, which had been down resting by his hips, and pulled them up above his head again. Melding with the table itself they held his wrists there, immobilizing them.

 

His legs were caught too, the leather-like vines twining around his ankles and just above his knees to spread his legs open further, and to hold them up in the air, his ass presented to the leering youko.

 

Kuronue moaned, and stared at the wall, trying to ignore Youko’s scrutiny. He felt exposed and raw, but he felt really good too. But with the thing still inside him sending constant waves of pleasure through him, it was torture staying like this for so long and he really, really needed to cum.

 

“Kurama…” he breathed, “please, take it out…”

 

Youko made a sound deep in his throat as if he was considering the idea. “You’d prefer me wouldn’t you? It’s good; but it’s not enough, is it?”

 

Kuronue nodded, his eyebrows drawing together and lips parting in a scream when Youko reached down to pull and thrust the vibrator inside him with his now free hands. Bending down, he continued his torture and licked at Kuronue’s balls, taking them into his mouth happily. He enjoyed Kuronue’s pleasured cries, and he shook as he screamed, his cock filling and rising again.

 

He let Kuronue's balls slip from his mouth and traveled up the length of Kuronue’s cock with his tongue, and delighted at Kuronue’s wail as he took him into his mouth, all of him, and swallowed around him. Mindful of his now urgent need to be inside of Kuronue, he kept his pace, bobbing his head and sucking on Kuronue’s cock, as he slid a finger inside him along with the fake cock.

 

Kuronue’s back arched and he swore along with his cries in a desperate torrent of pleas, begging for it to just be over. He moaned at the loss when Youko slipped another finger inside him – stretching him further – and wrenched out the vibrator, tossing it to the side somewhere, where it crashed against the floor, the fluid Youko had used as lube trailing after it. It might have smashed but neither Youko nor Kuronue were worried about it at the moment. They had more interesting things on their minds.

 

Youko, for example, was delighting in loosening the restraints on Kuronue just long enough so that he could pull his hips up to the perfect angle where he had a perfect view to watch his cock slide into Kuronue’s slick ass. They both moaned, Youko because of the slick heat around him and Kuronue because the pleasurable agony had returned once more.

 

Youko leaned forward, bending Kuronue practically in half and willed the vines acting as restraints to tighten again, leaving his hands free to slide against Kuronue’s chest and shoulders as he snapped his hips forward, filling Kuronue’s ass with his cock, striking against Kuronue’s prostate perfect every time.

 

Kuronue was beside himself with pleasure, tossing his head back and forth violently and screaming incoherently, which Youko watched perversely, poised over him, his hair sliding from his shoulder to fall as if a curtain of silk around them.

 

They spiraled out of control together, Youko’s hands sliding up to grasp Kuronue’s hips where he could hold him still as he fucked him at his own pace – not Kuronue’s – and his fingers slowly dug harder and harder into pale flesh as he clenched his jaw, approaching competition.

 

He reached forward and wrapped one of his palms around Kuronue’s cock, fisting it and pumping in time with his own cock, throwing his head back and moaning loudly as Kuronue screamed wordlessly in response. Between the both of them they probably made enough sound to alert the whole of Makai as to their location, but neither particularly could bring themselves to care. 

 

Because Youko was creeping closer and closer to his blissful orgasm, and Kuronue was suffering by not going anywhere at all, or at least until the hand that held his hips still was removed from it’s vice tight grip and relocated itself at his throat. Kuronue looked up to Youko, and saw the hunger in his eyes, he shivered through his pleasure, his eyes widening slightly.

 

Then opened his mouth and threw his head back with a powerful wail, only to have it cut off halfway as the vine circling around his cock finally slipped free and the hand at his throat tightened, forcing his windpipe closed.

 

But orgasm was tearing it way through him, and he couldn’t scream, couldn’t move, couldn’t even see as his eyes rolled back in his head, and his whole body tightened, his muscles contracting. Bliss swept through him in hot waves and he sailed their currents for what seemed like an eternity. He was in his own world for that long pleasurable moment, and it seemed so much stronger than any other he’d felt before.

 

Youko watched Kuronue, breathing raggedly, and grunted as he came himself, clenching his teeth and letting his eyes slide closed, still thrusting inside Kuronue’s ass and writhing as orgasm stole his senses from him, and left him on the shores of euphoria.

 

He released Kuronue’s neck as soon as he’d come back to reality enough to remember to do so, and the vines obeyed his command when he told them to release Kuronue from their grasp. He collapsed on top of him without another thought, completely spent and heaving almost as much as Kuronue, who coughed lightly and bringing his hands down from above him to rest them on Youko’s back.

 

They lay there for quite a while, catching their breath. Youko’s head resting on Kuronue’s chest, Kuronue’s cum slicking their abdomen’s and whatever other fluids had been used to prepare Kuronue’s ass leaking along with Youko’s cum to coat the table.

 

Kuronue closed his eyes and breathed in the smell of sex, sweat and Youko. One of his hands trailing up his partners back to run a silver stand between his fingers. Completely exhausted, and yet better than he’d ever felt in his entire life.

 

“We are definitely doing that more often.” Youko’s quiet words brought Kuronue back out of his slightly dazed state.

 

He opened his mouth to refuse the idea, but then closed it again.

 

He found he had no argument that sprung to mind, and instead chuckled.