Soubrette

He frowned slightly as the door opened before him. No one was visible. Cautiously, he stepped through the portal. When he was over the threshold, the world went dark as his eyes were covered. Before he could offer resistance, his arms were pinned to his sides and he was lifted off his feet.

“Hush, it’s for your own good.” The words were growled into his ear as he struggled against being placed on a seat, his arms bound.

“You’ll enjoy it,” from the other side, a purr that went through his body. With that, he calmed, relaxed and allowed his wrists to be bound to the chair.

He listened attentively and could hear the soft treads of someone walking across the room. Hands massaged his shoulders and he sighed. The hands went to the binding around his eyes and the sight that greeted him left him dizzy with the sudden redirection of all the blood in his body.

Hiei. Most uncharacteristically dressed. A frilly white petticoat that barely covered his posterior covered by a lacy black dress. For all it’s looseness below the waist, the dress was well fit above, showing off his toned body to the heart shaped bodice with little more than ribbons and lace around his upper arms. The ward over his kokoryuuha had been dressed with crossings of black ribbons and lace and he held an ostrich feather duster, using it to flirt with the books on the shelves that lined the room. His other hand rested on his hip, rolling his shoulder back enough to make the dress pull enough to show off the lines of his abdomen and chest. Above his red eyes, nestled in his shock of black hair, hiding the white star, a cap of lace, white as snow, matching the petticoat, rested, held on by unknown means, a tiny black bow in its center. Below the dress, sheer black thigh high stockings held in place by thin bands that disappeared under the skirt. Dainty shoes completed the ensemble, black and strappy with four inch spike heels.

“Nice, isn’t it?” the purring voice asked in his ear. The redhead could do nothing more than moan in agreement. Yusuke remained out of sight behind the chair, not that Kurama was of a mind to look around.

Hiei lifted a book from the shelf, glancing over at the bound redhead with a smirk playing with his lips and let the book fall behind him. He twisted to look over his shoulder at the book, covering his mouth with his free hand as he made a moue of dismay. Slowly, he turned, his back to the two, and bent over, reaching for the book. The petticoats were starched stiff and remained flared around his hips, going on end to reveal the pale expanse of skin above the tops of the stockings. Higher the skirt traveled, revealing more and more flesh as Hiei continued to reach for the fallen book. Black fabric peeked from under the white lace, covering just enough to incite curiosity but not enough to hide the firm globes of the koorime’s ass. He reached the book and made eye contact with the two behind him, smiling secretly when he saw their eyes lingered on his body. Just as slowly, dragging his hand up his leg, he stood, recovering his body by degrees. When the delectable sight was no longer visible, he replaced the book and glared at Yusuke, amused and irritated that he’d missed his cue.

The brunet cleared his throat, “Shameless hussy.” He stepped around Kurama’s chair, revealing his costume. Black covered his form with hints of white at the collar and cuffs of the tailed jacket. Kurama’s eyes couldn’t help but follow the lines of the jacket as it fell across Yusuke’s broad shoulders. Somehow, it looked ridiculous on him, even sillier than Hiei’s costume. “Dropping the lord’s books like that, for shame,” Yusuke continued, though it sounded like he was trying not to laugh. He reached out and grabbed Hiei’s arm, pulling him closer, causing the koorime to stumble on his shoes, forcing him to lean into the tantei’s white frilly shirt hidden under the black tailed jacket. With a growl, Yusuke added, “You need to be punished.”

Hiei grinned and quickly changed the expression to one of mock terror, dropping his duster. “Oh, no,” he squeaked in a falsetto that trembled with laughter. “Oh, please don’t punish me!”

Yusuke glared at the fallen tool, “You dare drop the lord’s book?” He reached over to the now mostly empty desk, picking up a riding crop that Kurama was sure hadn’t been there when he left that morning, nor anywhere in the apartment. Yusuke sat on the edge of the desk, pulling Hiei over his bent legs, subjugating the koorime over until he was bent enough that his skirt no longer covered his backside. Yusuke then glanced up and pulled Hiei a little more, arranging him so that Kurama had a very nice view of the pale skin. With a smirk, Yusuke raised the whip. “Shameless whore,” he intoned as the leather smacked across the bared flesh.

A whine that tried not to sound of pleasure rose from the maid’s throat and Kurama swallowed as he felt his body respond to the strike and the red welt left behind, marring the pale skin beautifully. Yusuke caressed the flesh with the hand holding the crop, “What have you learned?”

“You’re just the butler!” came the defiant answer, “You’ve no right to punish me!” Hiei’s voice lingered on the word punish, making it a plea for more.

Yusuke’s hand flew again, another smack, another welt. Hiei’s legs shifted and Kurama could see the fabric of his barely there underwear straining to contain his hardening length. Again, Yusuke caressed the bare flesh. “What was that?” his voice was dangerous with lust, his eyes dark, watching as Kurama rocked his hips, trying to adjust his own too tight clothing.

“You are not my lord!” Hiei gasped as the whip bit his flesh again, but he continued, his words drowning in desire, “You’ve no right!” Again, another marring sting of the crop. Hiei whined before he continued, “You’re a servant here!” The whip flew again and Hiei’s knees wavered but he managed to stay standing, “You’re a servant same as me!” His voice cried in pleasure as his back arched into the stinging blow.

Yusuke pulled the koorime upright, pressing their bodies together, his hand sliding under the skirt to fondle the koorime’s ass, pulling the petticoats up, allowing Kurama to watch while he kissed Hiei deeply. Kurama whined as he watched the two devour each other and as Yusuke’s hand slid under the strip of fabric between Hiei’s blushing cheeks. Kurama could hear the moans of pleasure and see the fingers work, pressing aside the fabric. Hiei slid a leg up Yusuke’s to rest it against the edge of the desk, opening himself more to the brunet’s fingers. Kurama’s mouth went dry and his shaft pulsed in need as he watched Yusuke slide his fingers into the petite koorime’s ass. They came out glistening, so he knew they’d been planning this well. He moaned wanting to see how their scene would continue.

Yusuke broke their kiss, his voice breathless though he tried to sound harsh, “You slut, just begging for more punishment, aren’t you?”

Kurama wished he could see the koorime’s face as he replied, “You’re not man enough to do it.”

Yusuke gripped Hiei’s arms, turned the koorime rapidly, putting him off balance on his unfamiliar footwear and guided him to the end of the desk, giving Kurama the side view of what was to happen next. Yusuke then pressed the koorime on the back, bending him over until his upper body was flush with the polished wood surface. Hiei turned to look at Kurama, his eyes full of hunger and amusement as he was abased by the tantei. Yusuke’s hands worked at the waist band of Hiei’s skirt. “Not man enough?” he whispered dangerously. The skirt fluttered to the ground in front of the desk as Yusuke continued to press Hiei into the wood. “Not man enough to punish you?” Yusuke’s voice demanded an answer as the petticoat joined the skirt.

Kurama moaned at the sight before him, Hiei, in a corset and barely enough fabric to cover his raging erection, still in the garter and stockings and heels, bent over the desk, held there by the tux clad tantei. Yusuke slid behind the koorime, away from Kurama, revealing the bare skin of the koorime’s ass as he reached for the discarded riding crop. He rested the leather against Hiei’s ass, meeting Kurama’s eyes, bent over and whispered, “Do you care to repeat that?”

A wicked grin, Hiei replied, “You’re not man enough…” His words dissolved into a gasp and a moan as the whip stung across his backside.

“Care to repeat that?” Yusuke asked again, resting the crop again on Hiei’s skin.

Rubbing his face against the bare wood, meeting the lust glazed green eyes that watched him, Hiei smirked and began, “You’re not…” a gasp and a moan greeting the blow that landed on his skin, “man enough,” a near scream of pleasure, “to punish” his back arched he howled the last word, “me!”

“Defiant hussy!” Yusuke growled out, moving to stand behind Hiei, deliberately rubbing the fabric of his pants over the bright red welts adorning the koorime’s ass as he leaned over his body, the crop in one hand the other sliding up Hiei’s warded arm, gathering the ribbons and lace at his wrist. Whispering in the koorime’s ear as he pulled his other arm up, “You need to learn a lesson, don’t you?” He wrapped the ties around both wrists, binding them together before pressing himself up and stepping away from Hiei.

“Like you can teach me one?” Hiei shot out in challenge, though his voice was breathless.

Yusuke smirked and grunted, “Oh, to be sure, I will.” He brought the crop over his head and then sharply down one of the exposed buttocks. Hiei screamed, his head coming up while he seemed to fight to keep his arms where they’d been left. Again, the whip went up and down, acquainting itself with the other cheek. Again, Hiei screamed in agonized pleasure. Over and over, leather met skin and cries of pleasure filled the room. Kurama’s own breath was coming in short gasps with the falling whip and his pants were strained painfully, unable to shift enough to get comfortable.

After a time, the blows stopped and Yusuke stepped to the desk again, leaning over to whisper in Hiei’s ear as the koorime panted over the desk, “So, have you learned anything?”

“Don’t drop…don’t drop books,” Hiei moaned out between short breaths.

Yusuke’s hand caressed Hiei’s lower back above his abused ass, “Anything else?”

“You’re…you’re almost as…as good as…the lord with that whip,” the koorime panted.

“Good little maid,” Yusuke murmured going to his knees behind the quivering demon. His hands trailed from Hiei’s ankles up his calves, appreciating the firm muscles forced upwards by the heels, enjoying the slip of the stockings under his hands. His lips teased the upper border of the stockings as his hands caressed the sheerly covered thighs. “I think you may need a reward,” he continued, his hands sliding over Hiei’s hips and pulling the thin band of fabric, working with his hands to ensure the elastic did not catch on the koorime’s erection nor scrape over the tender flesh of his backside. Gently, Yusuke lowered the fabric down Hiei’s legs, leaving it around his ankles as his lips began to brush the burning red flesh. Hiei moaned as the tantei lathed his abused skin with lips and tongue. Yusuke brought his hand up between the koorime’s legs and began caressing his shaft, causing him to arch up with a groan. “Mmm, does the maid have a request?” Yusuke breathed across the abused and lathed skin.

Kurama could see Hiei’s skin prickle as the koorime moaned in response, “Fuck me, please.” Lust drunk red eyes turned and met hungry green ones and the words were repeated, deep in the koorime’s throat, “Fuck me, please.” How Kurama wanted to leave that chair and fulfill Hiei’s request.

Yusuke moaned lowly, “The lord will be home soon. It will have to be quick.”

Hiei rubbed his cheek against his outstretched arms, “Please.”

Yusuke kissed Hiei’s lower back as he stood, working the fastenings on his black pants as he bent over and whispered in the koorime’s ear, “As you wish, little maid.” Kurama watched, his eyes burning with need as Yusuke pulled his fully engorged shaft out of his pants and lined it up with Hiei’s waiting ass. With no other preparation, he slid it home in Hiei’s body, drawing out a scream of pleasure from the petite demon. Hiei’s hands clawed the air as his back arched, his head thrown back, eyes closed in exquisite agony. Yusuke’s hands held his hips as the brunet tantei moaned deep in his chest, “You’re so…so…gods, Hiei!”

Hiei’s head bent to his arms and he continued to rub his cheek against them, “Please, Yusuke.”

Groaning, the brunet pulled back slowly then drove forward into the body below his. Hiei writhed, continuing to keep his arms outstretched as if they’d been bound, rubbing his face against them or arching back, cries of pleasure falling from his lips.

Kurama felt his body responding, demanding to be taken as he took. He wanted to between the tantei and the koorime. His body itched for contact, his pant painfully tight across his throbbing erection as he watched Yusuke’s shaft disappear and reappear. Pleas for more fell from the koorime’s lips and it was all Kurama could do not to break his bindings and join the tableau before him. He began panting open mouthed, moans and gasps rising from his throat. He shifted again and again in the chair, struggling to relieve some of the pressure in his groin to no avail.

Yusuke’s far hand left Hiei’s hip and wrapped around the koorime’s erection, caressing it, massaging it while his shaft thrust Hiei’s body into his grip. Hiei cried for more, harder, begging for release as Yusuke’s groans rose in pitch. Kurama could see his hand tightening as their motions sped, became jerky, harsh, their breaths coming in gasping pants until both gave a shuddering groan and Hiei’s shaft painted the side of the desk with his release. Yusuke bent over the koorime’s back as they both struggled to recover their ability to breathe.

Kurama’s body screamed for release and he finally spoke up, “If you two don’t do something about me now, I swear to god I will hurt you!”

Hiei looked over, recovering his role quickly, “My lord!”

Yusuke took a moment longer to recover his character, “My lord, the maid was recalcitrant in her duties and needed to be punished.”

Kurama snorted, taking his cue and playing along, “Some punishment. Sounded like pleasure to me.”

Yusuke stepped back from Hiei as the koorime stood from the desk, turning his back to Kurama and looking over his shoulder. “I was punished, see?” he pointed to the whip marks. There was very little skin on the koorime’s ass that wasn’t red.

Kurama wanted to moan at the sight. He knew Hiei enjoyed being spanked, but he’d never pushed him that far. He envied Yusuke’s opportunity to run his tongue over that too tempting flesh. His hips rocked as he managed to say, “It’s not enough.” He looked over to Yusuke, “And you need to be punished for such an inadequate job of punishment.”

The smiles that crossed both their faces added fuel to the fire burning in Kurama’s groin. He growled and Yusuke moved quickly across the room to untie the redhead’s hands, though the bindings were loose enough that he could have slipped them easily at any time. They wanted to play and the redhead was not going to deny them that. The brunet had not bothered to put himself away and Kurama used the exposed flesh as a handle to pull himself out of the chair. He continued to hold it, feeling it grow in his hand as he glared into Yusuke’s eyes, “What shall we do to you for such a poor job?” Still holding on to Yusuke’s dick, he walked over to Hiei, who’d remained with his back to them. “See there?” he used the growing flesh to point at the unmarked bits of skin on Hiei’s ass, “and here and here,” he continued, stroking Yusuke’s shaft, drawing a groan from the tantei. “All these places you missed. Frankly, I’m ashamed,” he released the now fully erect shaft, suppressing a grin at Yusuke’s whine. His hand went to Hiei’s hair, pulling the koorime’s head back so he could make eye contact, “And you, thinking that was adequate? Have I taught you nothing?” Using Hiei’s hair as a lever, he turned the petit demon and pushed him over the desk again. He reached over for the crop with his free hand and pointed to Yusuke with it, the tip of the leather smacking the brunet’s erection and then to a spot just behind Hiei, “You, over there, watch.”

With a groan, Yusuke complied and Kurama could feel Hiei trembling under him in anticipation. Kurama held the whip just above the koorime’s skin, drawing out the anticipation before he flicked his wrist, bringing just the tip across a bit of unmarred skin. Hiei whined and a shiver passed through his frame. “Do you see?” he directed the words to Yusuke, “It’s all in the wrist.” The crop again brushed against Hiei’s skin. “You can use the arm,” he continued, drawing his arm back and bringing the whip across Hiei’s ass, flicking his wrist at the end of the motion, “but it’s still in the wrist.” Hiei was growling in pleasure. “And the, there’s a matter of where you strike,” Kurama continued though his body screamed for touch, for release. He was enjoying his role. “If you strike here,” he flicked the crop just below the curve of the koorime’s ass on his upper thighs, drawing a panting groan from his submissive maid, “you get more of a response than here,” he struck the top of Hiei’s ass, almost onto his back. He looked up, looking Yusuke in the eye, “Understand?”

The brunet swallowed visibly, “Yeah.”

Kurama flipped the crop in his hand, offering Yusuke the handle while he continued to hold Hiei down, “Show me.”

Yusuke took the proffered leather and stood opposite Kurama. He brushed the tip of the crop over the lower crease of Hiei’s ass, “Here?” The redhead nodded and watched as Yusuke bent his wrist back and snapped it forward. Hiei whined again and Yusuke smirked, bringing the whip back and repeating the stroke a little lower, drawing a cry from the koorime’s throat

Kurama’s body was ready to explode from need. After a third strike that caused Hiei to try and rub his face into the desk, Kurama grabbed Yusuke’s wrist, “Enough.” Still holding the koorime’s head, he pulled the brunet to him and kissed him violently, thrusting his tongue into the other’s mouth as soon as their lips joined. He pinched the brunet’s wrist and forced him to drop the crop and then pulled his hand to his pants. Yusuke took the hint and began working the button and zipper, pushing the fabric down He heard and felt Hiei rummaging around. A moment later, he gasped as his screaming erection was coated in cool gel. He grabbed Yusuke’s hand again and pulled it around to his ass as he moved their bodies so that he stood behind Hiei. With a moan, Yusuke broke their kiss and thrust two lube coated fingers into the redhead’s body, pushing Kurama into Hiei’s body at the same time. Hiei screamed and Kurama groaned, draping his body over the koorime, nibbling at his exposed shoulders and neck while Yusuke continued to prepare his body. “Enough,” he repeated and a whine of want left his throat as Yusuke’s fingers left his body to be replaced by a long low moan as the brunet’s erection pressed into the welcoming heat of the kitsune’s body.

Kurama fought his need to climax just then, breathing harshly into Hiei’s hair as he felt his muscles rippling around Yusuke’s shaft. The brunet groaned and grabbed Kurama’s hips, slowly pulling out as he guided the redhead out of Hiei’s body. Understanding how desperately close the redhead was, Yusuke kept their pace slow. The redhead, however, would have none of that. He released Hiei’s head and reached back for Yusuke’s hip with one hand and around to Hiei’s erection with the other and began pushing Yusuke to move faster as he stroked Hiei firmly. Yusuke took the hint and moved more quickly and harder within the redhead’s body, his hips snapping against the redhead’s ass, fabric against bare skin as skin struck skin between the koorime and kitsune. Noises rose from all three throats, moans, pleas, cries, screams strangled by groans. Kurama climaxed first, screaming as his body pulsed in Hiei’s and his hand and his ass tightened around the other’s shafts. Hiei moaned and again painted the side of the desk. Yusuke groaned and shuddered into Kurama’s body.

The redhead fell panting over the koorime’s trembling form and Yusuke collapsed on him, struggling to breathe. After a long moment of just remember how to breathe, Hiei finally murmured, “Happy birthday, Kurama.”

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A/N As always, I do not own 'em...quite the opposite in fact.

Oi, I have a lot to update here...I'll spare you the list for now. I've not been idle while aff's been silly. The end of Vampire Games will be up when I can see things under my profile again and I'll work on posting what else I've written.

Look...I actually manage to write something without a plot! I'm proud of me! It's taken over a year to write something without a plot :D