Bound and Gagged

“Yu-suke.” The redhead’s tone made the brunet in question want to run, though he wasn’t sure if it was away from or towards him. The tone warned the boy that he was in for a game of the fox’s choosing. It also promised him a great deal of pleasure. That promise drew him into the kitsune’s den, where he’d heard the voice originate. His lover, however, was no where in sight in the book-lined room. The desk, however, usually covered in papers, books, a laptop, was conspicuously bare.

“Kurama?” The boy asked, stepping into the room. The door shut behind him and he jumped, turning to the redhead leaning against the door dressed most interestingly. Black leather encased his arms and legs fully, but only strips covered the areas between. Nothing covered the evidence of his anticipation of what ever it was he had planned. Yusuke grinned, his eyes focused solely on the kitsune’s erection, missing the riding crop held loosely by his leg. “You wanted to see me?”

Kurama grinned, hooking the handle of the riding crop through the belt of what could generously be called his pants. Yusuke continued to not notice the whip, his mind and eyes focused on the sway of the redhead’s erection as Kurama approached him. Without prelude, the redhead pulled Yusuke’s shirt over his head, throwing it behind him so it hit the door. He then picked up the brunet, evading Yusuke’s mouth as he sought to kiss him.

“Ku-“Yusuke began as he was placed on his back on the desk to be silenced by a finger over his lips. When that finger left his mouth, it was filled and he was unable to speak. He brought his hands up and had enough time to feel vines going around his head before the redhead pulled his hands down by his hips. He felt vines pulling his wrists down and he whimpered. Yusuke calmed when he felt the bunch of key rings, the redhead devised as a safety signal, pressed into his hand just before his pants were torn from his body. His knees were pressed to his shoulders and vines grew to bind him there.

Kurama stepped back to admire his handy work. Yusuke presented a delectable sight, nude and bound on the desk; his brown eyes full of lust, caution, and curiosity. Kurama’s eye’s wandered down the brunet’s body slowly, tracing the lines of his chest, the planes of his abdomen, the flexing of his leg and ass muscles as he adjusted to his bound position. Kurama traced his fingers along Yusuke’s legs lightly, deliberately tickling the boy. The brunet squirmed, a whine rising from his throat as his shaft began to awaken and seek the redhead’s fingers. The fox continued to tease Yusuke’s legs and butt. Again, Yusuke whined, his arousal growing.

Smirking, Kurama left the brunet to stand behind the door again. He admired the view a moment. Yusuke was positioned so that his ass and erection was the first thing anyone would see as they came through the door. Kurama opened the door and called the same voice he’d summoned Yusuke with, “Hi-ei!”

The koorime entered the room with more caution than Yusuke had. His eyes never left the brunet’s body as he side-stepped the door. “The game, Kurama?” he asked, his eyes fastened on the tempting brunet until the redhead stepped between them. He saw the riding crop just before his eyes took in the kitsune’s lack of outfit and he licked his lips, his body tingling in anticipation.

“Very simple,” the redhead answered, not missing the change in his expression. “Make him come without touching his dick or fucking him.” He sauntered across the room, enjoying how Hiei’s eyes went between his erection and riding crop. “Succeed,” he said, tracing the koorime's jaw with the whip, “and you can have what you want. Fail and I’ll have to lose this,” he tapped the crop on his cheek, “Understand?”

“No touching his dick, no penetration. Time limit?”

Kurama smiled languidly, “Until I get bored. Now, strip.”

Hiei smirked at the redhead and then walked over to Yusuke. He touched the boy’s hand and Yusuke jingled the rings. Kurama nodded in approval as he moved to lean against the door again. Hiei made eye contact with the brunet as his hands loosened his tank top from his pants. He pulled the fabric over his head and draped it over the brunet’s head. Yusuke moved to shake the offending material off his face only to be stopped by the koorime saying, “No,” and lightly smacking his thighs. This drew a slight moan around the gag and Hiei’s lips twitched.

Kurama watched as Hiei turned to face him, leaning against Yusuke’s ass his elbows on the brunet’s legs. “I want the riding crop,” he said clearly, enjoying the feel of the brunet’s body tightening in anticipation.

The redhead crossed the room, tracing the requested item over Hiei’s chest before relinquishing it. “Remember,” he purred, leaning over so his voice clearly reached Yusuke, “you,” he emphasized, touching Hiei’s chest over where a human’s heart would be, “can’t touch his cock.”

Hiei pulled Kurama’s hair with his free hand, kissing the redhead demandingly, thrusting his tongue into the kitsune’s open mouth. Kurama moaned loudly, causing Yusuke’s body to tense against Hiei’s back again. Kurama’s hands went to Hiei’s pants and helped him out of the obviously offensive material while their mouths remained joined, their tongues sliding over each other.

Abruptly, Kurama pulled back. “You have a challenge.”

Smirking, Hiei flicked the whip against the redhead’s bare ass. Kurama’s attempt at a glare was belied by the moan he couldn’t quite repress. As the redhead returned to the door, Hiei kicked off his pants and turning to face the brunet, he drew the crop over Yusuke’s thighs, watching as the boy’s muscles quivered and his skin prickled. Lightly, he flicked the tip of the whip against his puckered opening. Yusuke’s whine was clearly audible around the gag as his hips flexed into the contact. Hiei heard the redhead move around for a better view. “So,” he drawled out, tracing the whip along Yusuke’s thigh under his balls and along the other leg. Yusuke’s hip flexed again, his shaft quivering, needing some kind of contact. Not being able to see made his body nearly painfully sensitive. Though both Kurama and Hiei enjoyed pain with each other the brunet had never allowed more than bondage. Now, his body craved this whip’s touch.

“So,” Hiei drawled out again, turning to look at Kurama while he allowed the crop to rest on Yusuke’s balls just below the base of his cock, “I cannot touch him,” he smirked, lifting the whip. “This is not me.” He flicked the leather against the brunet’s shaft. Yusuke’s body thrust into the contact as he struggled to scream around the gag.

Hiei walked to stand opposite Kurama, the brunet between them. He bent over, using his free hand to pull the boy’s hair, exposing his ear. “To think,” he mused into the exposed ear as the crop flicked various points on the boy’s chest, “you didn’t want to try this.” Yusuke whimpered, unable to stop his hips from thrusting his shaft, demanding more contact. Hiei looked up to see his smirk echoed on the redhead’s lips. He laid the whip on Yusuke’s chest and tied his shirt more securely over the boy’s head. Yusuke moaned when Hiei picked up the whip again, anticipating so much that his own fantasies were doing much to bring his body to the point of no return.

Still using a light touch, Hiei began to apply the whip to Yusuke’s ass, each stroke just a little harder than the one before. The boy’s breathing came more quickly, a near constant whine heard around the gag. Again, Hiei flicked the whip so its tip contacted the puckered opening. The boy’s body rolled up, his head going between his knees, something like a scream trying to make its way out of his mouth.

Before the boy could relax back onto the desk, Hiei flicked the whip along his shaft several times. The boy’s hips rose to meet each stroke, his head going back, arching his torso upwards. Yusuke’s muscles tensed, quivering, his head bending so far back that the top of it was on the desk. Hiei brought the whip down so that it hit the full length of Yusuke’s shaft. Yusuke’s body pulsed, his seed coating his stomach as he trembled. He moaned as Hiei licked his abdomen, gently devouring the spilled seed.

Kurama was tired of being left out. His body ached for contact. He knelt behind Hiei and began to lathe the taut skin. Hiei moaned and turned the crop still in his hand. Green eyes sought red. “What do you want, Hiei?” The tone was deep, promising a richness of pleasure.

Hiei’s cock twitched as the fox’s breath ghosted over it, reminding him that it’d been severely neglected. He considered a long moment. The crop in his, the redhead on his knees offering him anything he wanted. The fox’s pink tongue flicked over his lips as his hands trailed up the leather encasing his legs. Hiei reached his decision. He turned his upper body enough to remove Yusuke’s blindfold and then grabbed a fistful of red hair, moving them both so the boy had a nice view. “Get it wet,” he gestured with the whip to his shaft, “Then present me your ass. I’m gonna use you to get off then you’re gonna ride the detective like the whore you are. You’re not allowed to come until I come twice, understand?”

Kurama groaned aloud as he bent forward to comply, his expression eager and cunning. Hiei grabbed his hair, twisting so the green eyes met his again. “No tricks or you get none for a week, even if I have to ward you, kitsune, understood?” The hunger in the redhead’s expression increased. Hiei smirked and brought the kitsune’s mouth to his shaft. “Get to work.”

Kurama rested his hands over Hiei’s thighs, leaving the view open for Yusuke as he licked the koorime’s shaft like a melting ice cream cone that he was afraid to lose any of. With rapid strokes of his tongue, he coated the entire shaft save the head. With a quick glance to ensure the brunet was enjoying the show, he sucked just the head of Hiei’s shaft into his mouth. He continued with the suction, rippling his tongue over the flesh as he swallowed the precum that flowed into his mouth. Hiei’s hand on the back of his head was his only warning before the koorime shoved his cock into the redhead’s mouth. It was enough, though, to ensure he didn’t gag. Hiei drew out, continuing to hold Kurama’s head. He thrust back in and drew out several times before pulling out and throwing the kitsune’s head away from him. “Your ass, fox, and that’s all the preparation you get,” he growled, pulling Kurama’s fingers out of his ass. They glistened as he flung the hand away, letting the koorime know the kitsune had indeed prepared well.

Kurama was on his hands and knees, his back arched to present the koorime an enticing view of his opening. Kurama’s body shook as he was struck first on one cheek then the other repeatedly. Hiei was intent on making it as difficult as possible for the redhead to not come until he was allowed. Moans and squeals arose from the redhead as his ass began to match his hair color.

When Hiei was satisfied with his work, he knelt behind the panting redhead and began to gently soothe the abused skin. Kurama let his head hang limply, his hair clinging to his sweat drenched skin. All that was left in his mind was the koorime’s lips and tongue on his ass. He’d forgotten his game, forgotten the show he wanted to put on for Yusuke. He groaned when Hiei’s mouth left him only to sigh and relax into submission when he felt the koorime’s shaft pressed slowly into his body. Hiei moved slowly, letting Kurama enjoy his true release. It was rare for the kitsune to completely surrender himself to either of his lovers, usually either being dominant or manipulative in some fashion. Slowly, he moved within the fox’s body. He bent over the redhead’s back. “Release Yusuke,” he whispered softly enough that he didn’t disturb the fox but could get him to comply.

Yusuke moved slowly, watching Hiei for his cues while getting his hips to cooperate with him. When he was able, he stood, placing the ring of keys on the desk softly enough that it didn’t make noise to disturb the redhead. He knelt next to Hiei and began kissing his shoulder. While continuing to move slowly, Hiei turned and kissed the brunet gently. He looked along the redhead’s body and softly said, “Let him have your dick.”

Yusuke moaned and kissed Hiei again before moving to kneel before the redhead. Kurama looked up at him, his eyes pleading. Yusuke ran his hands though the damp hair and asked, “Do you want it little fox?” Kurama moaned in need. Yusuke guided his mouth to his shaft. The redhead groaned aloud and devoured the brunet’s shaft as if his life depended on being connected to Yusuke. The brunet looked up when he heard Hiei moan. The brunet reached out and they bent and continued their kiss, soft and barely touching as they slowly moved in the redhead’s body.

Kurama was barely aware of his body, barely aware of his actions, just allowing the other two to do what they wanted to his body. He allowed all his defenses to drop, allowing him to more fully enjoy his partners’ gentle pleasures. He was aware of them kissing and it gave him the security he needed.

He moaned when Hiei slipped his hand around and gently fondled him, not really stroking him, but just caressing his erection and sac. He moaned again as Yusuke massaged his scalp. His body relaxed completely, moans rising from where Hiei’s hand caressed and moved within him, enveloping Yusuke as he moved within the redhead’s mouth.

Hiei pulled away from Yusuke’s kiss long enough to look into the brunet’s pleasure-flushed face. He felt desire filling his chest with need. “Together,” he whispered. He began to earnestly stroke the kitsune and move within his body. Yusuke moaned and matched the koorime’s pace. Kurama’s voice became louder, his body moving to meet their motions. With his free hand, Hiei pulled Yusuke’s mouth to his, his tongue mimicking his body’s motions in the boy’s mouth. Hiei’s motions became harsher, his body demanding release, demanding to pour itself into the redhead’s willing body. His hand around the kitsune’s shaft tightened, his earlier demands forgotten as he sought to push Kurama over the edge, to feel the kitsune’s body climax in his hand and around his shaft. Moans filled the room as all three gave themselves to pleasure, allowing instinct and need to dictate their emotions. Yusuke whined, the sound becoming a howl of pleasure as his shaft filled the redhead’s mouth. Kurama swallowed greedily, the taste of the boy’s seed filling his mouth and mind, pulling him over. His head came back, his back arching as he came in Hiei’s hand, a scream of pleasured agony. Hiei moaned, continuing to move the redhead’s body.

Yusuke fell back on his heels, his muscles trembling. Kurama began to collapse into Yusuke’s lap, barely helped up by Hiei’s hand around his waist. The koorime guided him down, the brunet also helping the redhead down to rest in his lap. Hiei continued to move in Kurama’s body, his passion growing as the redhead moaned into the brunet’s lap. “Please,” Kurama moaned.

“Please what?” he grunted.

“Please come,” he moaned, rubbing his face in Yusuke’s lap. “I want to feel you. I need you to fill me.” His voice was filled with such need and passion that Hiei’s hips began moving harder in his prone body. Kurama’s hips lifted to meet the koorime’s thrusts, pleas and moans continuing to fall from his lips.

With a soul-deep grunt, Hiei’s body found release into the redhead’s willing body. His body shook, collapsing onto Kurama’s back as his muscles trembled, his cry of passion buried in the red hair.

It was a long time before the koorime could move, and then it was almost more than he could manage to roll off of Kurama. The redhead sought his hand, also barely moving. “Happy birthday, Hiei,” he whispered.

A/N Last time I flew, I was medicated. This time, I wasn't on medication, so I needed my drugs. I wrote this on the plane flying between PHX and DFW and then between DFW and LAG. I hate flying...I needed drugs. Hope you like the drugs. This was also written for the first ever convocation of four yaoi writers and is dedicated to the other three, BlueUtopiah, KogasHentaiLover, and mhmartini. It was a blast meeting you all :D :D :D