...And Now, For Something Completely Different

Yusuke’s breathing hitched in his throat as he listened intently, trying to figure out what was coming next. There was a long pause where his breath echoed in his head before he felt a smooth plastic thing come in contact with his abdomen, circling his navel with agonizing slowness and lightness. Abruptly, he was alone again, electricity singing through his body, focused tightly around the remembered touch. An eternity passed before he felt something metallic, grating, pass down his arm and along his side. A sharp gasp escaped his lips as his body flinched away, his elbows drawing down to protect himself. The next thing he felt was the sharp sensation of Kurama’s hand smacking his ribs. “I told you to stay!”

Yusuke shuddered and stood back upright, forcing his elbows back the way Kurama had placed them. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, trying to force his voice into its normal range and failing completely as the sound that emerged was barely recognizable as male. There was another eternal pause before the metal touched his skin again, this time starting at his waist and moving upwards. Yusuke felt his body shudder but fought his urge to flinch away. His muscles spasmed under his skin, his body twitching in response, but he forced his arms to stay, forced his body to not move. Another pause, and his body fought within itself to relax or to stay alert. His breathing was uneven, his lips parted, as he waited. This time, the metal touched his chest just below his collar bones. It stayed there a moment, not moving, only resting against the skin. Slowly, painstakingly, it made its way downwards, the pressure even, hard enough to let him know it was there, but light enough that it did not actually hurt him. And then, it was gone, leaving him alone in the world, bereft of contact.

The feel of lips against where he’d been slapped drew a gasp from his throat as Kurama’s hand made its way up from his waist to neck. He groaned aloud when he was left alone again. He could feel his body responding to the teasing touches. He wanted more, he wanted to…wanted to….His ability to form a coherent thought vanished as he felt the kitsune’s bare chest press against his own, the fox’s nails dragging down his back. The sound that escaped his lips when the red head pulled away could have been called a sob, had it come from anyone else. He wanted more…

“Are you okay, Yusuke?” Kurama’s voice barely penetrated his foggy mind.

“More…” he groaned, the only thing he could say, could think. He felt the kitsune’s fingers touch his nipples.

“Beg for it,” came the order.

“Please…plea…ah!” Yusuke sobbed, his pleas turning to a gasp of surprise as his nipples were viciously twisted. When the pressure let up, he began begging again, his head spinning. Kurama’s hands traced his chest and came to rest on his waist.

“Step forward,” the kitsune ordered as he guided the boy by his waist. He allowed his arms to slide around the other’s waist, dropping a kiss on his neck, “You’re being so good, Yusuke.” He stepped back, his hands retracing their path in reverse. One hand dipped below to fondle the detective’s growing arousal, “A very good boy,” he murmured before stepping away, leaving Yusuke alone. Green eyes intently watched the tantei for a long moment before he stepped around behind the boy. He rattled the box again, drawing out his next toy, a dowel covered in long black fun fur. The kitsune brushed this against his lips, contemplating the strong back before him. Lightly, he traced the lines of bones and muscles with the very tips of the fur. The shivering that met this teasing touch was delightful, intoxicating. He pulled the rod back and contemplated the boy again. Yusuke continued to shiver and his entire back was now covered in the pinpricks of gooseflesh. With a smile, Kurama drew his wand around the boy’s body, from one side of his waist, up his ribs, and arm, across the bound forearms and down the opposite side before setting it aside.

Yusuke gasped when he felt Kurama’s hands around his wrists, pushing them forward and downward. He complied, confused by the action. The kitsune’s hands then traces his arms upward, gently kneading the muscles. Strong fingers reached his shoulders and began to ease away tension he hadn’t realized had been building. It seemed an eternity since he’d put his wrists over his head. He allowed his head to fall forward, relaxing completely to whatever the red head would do. He didn’t even flinch as he felt Kurama pull his shoulders backwards, trusting the fox to not hurt him. His back came to rest against his lover’s chest and his head fell against the red head’s shoulder. He gasped, tensing but not moving, as sharp teeth made contact with his exposed neck. His body shuddered when a gentle tongue replaced the fangs, soothing away the hurt.

“Such a good boy,” brushed past his ear as the kitsune’s fingers traced paths down his chest. The fingers danced over his arms, tracing around them and back to his waist. He obligingly lifted his arms slightly as those clever digits worked the fastenings of his jeans. One hand slid into the now open fabric, cupping his shaft, causing it to become fully hard. “Such a very good boy,” he heard repeated as lips teased the tender skin behind his ear. The fox’s other hand slid under his waist band and he felt his pants being pushed down his hips, gasping as the fabric fell to the floor. Kurama’s hands worked their way around the tantei’s hips, coming to rest on his ass. “Pity, really, that he’s so good,” the fox lamented, “there’s no reason to punish him.”

Taking the hint, Yusuke managed to spit out, “Fuck off, perverted kitsune.” Almost before he realized it, he was face down on the bed, his arms pinned uncomfortably under him and the weight of the fox above him.

“Is that how it is, then?” Kurama’s voice was laced with danger.

Yusuke tried to buck, to move his arms to a more comfortable position, “You heard me, fuck off.” His voice was breathy, excitement coursing through him more sharply than before. He squirmed as he felt the fox’s teeth trace a path down his back, the kitsune moving to sit across his lower back.

“’Fuck off?’ hmmm….such a foul mouth.” Kurama moved sharply down the detective’s ass and legs, dragging the rough fabric of his pants over the sensitized skin. He reached over to the bedside table and picked up the ruler, drawing one of the sharp corners over the boy’s back. “’Fuck off,’ is it?” He brought the flat of the ruler sharply down across one of the boy’s cheeks.

Yusuke arched as electricity surged through his body. His shaft throbbed painfully. His mind started to whirl again as he felt the gentle touch of the fox’s hand soothing away the pain. “Do you want to reconsider that, Yusuke?” danger still laced the kitsune’s voice.

“Yeah,” the tantei growled out, “get your fucking fat ass off me, bastard.” He was rewarded with another sharp smack on the opposite cheek.

“My ‘fucking fat ass,’ now?” Kurama’s hand did not move to soothe the tantei’s abused flesh. “’Bastard,’ am I?” He brought the ruler down again.

Yusuke’s body was painfully sensitive, even the sound of his lover’s voice was an almost physical experience. He wanted more, needed more. “Yes, you’re a bastard, baka kitsune. Why don’t you get your fat fuckin…” his voice dissolved into a scream as Kurama’s hands came sharply in contact with his ass, stinging both cheeks at the same time. He lay there sobbing, not really registering that it was his voice making those sounds. He felt as though he’d stepped outside himself. He was aware of gentle lips caressing the singing flesh, a warm wet tongue soothing away the prickling, but it was if someone else were there, someone else were receiving the kitsune’s gentle ministrations.

Kurama could feel the change in his lover’s body. “Yusuke?” he asked, his voice still stern, staying in his role.

“Fuck it, get off,” came the abstracted reply, confirming the fox’s guess that the boy had completely surrendered his body.

Kurama picked the ruler up off the bed and brought it sharply down across the detective’s ass. “What was that?” he asked, his voice laced with anger he did not feel as his hand gently caressed the abused flesh below him.

“Get fuck off,” the boy answered.

Kurama lifted his weight enough to flip the boy over, pulled off the blindfold and looked into his lover’s eyes. There was an odd vacancy in the brown that met his gaze. “What did you say?” he asked, snarling.

Yusuke pushed against the kitsune’s chest ineffectually. “Get fuck off, baka bastard fox boy.”

Kurama glared into the tantei’s eyes before shifting to pull his arms over his head. Reaching over the boy’s body, he knotted the loose ends of the tie around his bed frame. He gasped in surprise as he felt Yusuke’s teeth come in contact with his chest. His eyes almost closed as the detective then proceeded to lathe the bitten area with his tongue. Kurama remained where he was a moment longer, enjoying the sensation, before moving to glare again at the boy. Yusuke was grinning at him when they were face to face again. “That won’t do at all, Yusuke. You’re being very very naughty.” Sitting on the tantei’s hips, deliberately grinding the harsh fabric against the boy’s exposed erection, Kurama slapped the strong chest before him. “You need to learn how to behave, you bad boy.” Bending over, he gripped one nipple between his teeth, speaking around it, “Good boys don’t bite.” He then bit harshly on the nub of flesh. Yusuke moaned wantonly and thrust his hips against the kitsune. Choking back his own groan, Kurama released and licked the nub and moved on to the other one. Again, taking it between his teeth, he spoke, “Good boys don’t tell their lovers what to do.” Biting, he relished Yusuke’s reaction, closing his eyes momentarily. He released the nipple and licked it before moving to look into Yusuke’s eyes. “Good boys are taken care of. Bad boys are left hanging. Which are you, Yusuke? Are you a good boy or a bad boy?”


A/N Yes, another cliffy...I know what's gonna happen next (well, duh, I'm writing this [well, actually, I've written lots of things where I reach the chapter break and don't know what's next, but this isn't one of them])....and no flames so far...good, that makes me happy...and reviews make me happier :D


Botan: Thank you so much for your wonderful compliments :D I'm flattered that you'll read and review a pairing you don't really care for because you like the writing style :D
Eye of ra: No, I'm not giving up...I just needed feedback...and now, I just want to torture people :D I'm glad you like my first foray into the world of bondage :D
kit-kit: I'm glad different is good...I do try to be at least a little unique even when dealing with "cliche" story lines.
Tendrilrake: I am happy that the O/C's didn't throw you...I was a little concerned about that (just in case you couldn't tell....) The idea came partially because I'm a little bit obsessive when I get a story idea...I've been teased about it...and I thought it'd be an interesting way to lead into a story. I'm happy you liked it :D

Okay, as I said, there are multiple frames to this story....so, there is more than the one that started the first chapter. I'm not sure when the next update will be, but I plan on it finishing the story, so it's going to be a bit longer...probably as long as both these chapters, so expect to wait at least a couple of days. Oh, there's so much reader torture to come ;) hehehe