Getaway

Kisuke swung the flogger so that the tips slapped Shuuhei's shoulders. Shuuhei forced himself not to tense and to breathe, years of practice under tattoo needles making it easier. He watched Kisuke's body move as the blond delivered the light slaps that hit alternating sides. There really wasn't much to it, though Shuuhei supposed this was just the warm up. It didn't hurt, exactly; or, at least Shuuhei wouldn't have called it painful. Just different: flick-hit-soft sting. The snap and slap of the leather on skin was loud in the quiet golden light of the bedroom, and Shuuhei rolled his shoulders between strikes, quiet and watching Kisuke.

Humming in pleasure, Kisuke smiled at Shuuhei and the next light blows landed on either side of Shuuhei's ass. Shuuhei jumped on the second hit, even though he could see it coming. He licked his lips, and Shuuhei let out a long sigh, felt a muscle in his lower back twitch as his skin began to warm under the repeated blows. It was akin to percussion massage, and he didn't mind it; didn't love it, but didn't hate it.

After a dozen of the light flicks, however, Kisuke swung a wider arc, landing the tips of the tails solidly on Shuuhei's ass. That made him tense and jerk, lips parting on a sound of surprise. Shuuhei winced at the sensation coursing across his backside. It definitely made him pay attention, and Shuuhei thought about breath and ignored the burn.

Kisuke's eyes narrowed, and he stopped, putting the hand with the flogger in it on the bed. He leaned forward and ran fingertips over Shuuhei's reddened skin, caressing and cupping one ass cheek before asking, "How does that feel, Shuuhei?"

"Fine," Shuuhei answered, turning his head to look at the blond. He worked his mouth into a smile, not sure what to say. Shuuhei was pretty sure Kisuke knew how a flogger felt on the receiving end, after all, so why was he--

Oh. He means me. Right.

"I'm fine, I mean," Shuuhei clarified. "You can keep going if you want?"

Barking a surprised laugh, Kisuke shook his head and crouched down to eye-level with Shuuhei. "Oh, lord. I should have expected that, I guess. You do take those beautifully, and I'd like to do more, but first..."

Kisuke cocked his head, and glanced to his right before meeting Shuuhei's gaze again. "When you said that blindfolds make you nervous, did that mean I should avoid them completely? Or were you bringing them up because you were intrigued and uncertain of how they would affect you?"

Shuuhei stared at Kisuke, heart starting to pound. His eyes slid away from calculating gray as he started to think about it; contemplate why it was that the idea of not being able to see… well, it got to him.

When he couldn't physically do pieces of his own ink, Shuuhei obviously had to go to others and get help. And he always watched other people work on him. Always. Some part of Shuuhei thought that was so he could learn and also make sure somebody didn't royally fuck up the work, but the need to watch translated to other things, too: people's faces when they talked, tattoo needles on any skin, even when they pricked his damned finger at the doctor. Shuuhei shifted as he heard Ray Cee -- the guy who did Shuuhei's back -- laugh at him when Shuuhei had jerked every other time the gun hit skin.

"You'd think you were a first timer. Jesus."

"Get me a damned mirror."

"Gonna be like that, huh?"

"Yeah. I am."

"I think..." Shuuhei paused to weigh his words for truth, judged them accurate, and tried to keep his voice as casual as possible. "I'd say 'never' if it was anybody but you asking."

Kisuke's breath caught, and he visibly swallowed, leaning closer to Shuuhei. He stroked along Shuuhei's jaw line to the tangle of tribal lines at his temple, and the simple touch felt insanely good. "And since I am asking?"

Shuuhei's eyes closed, and he kicked himself into speaking before he changed his mind. "I'm saying you can."

"Oh." It sounded as if the breath got knocked from Kisuke's lungs, and that did strange things to Shuuhei's insides. Kisuke tenderly caressed Shuuhei, fingers trailing into his hair, and Shuuhei marveled that leather straps hitting him didn't have nearly the impact that Kisuke stroking his hair did. But it was the kind of crazy Shuuhei wouldn't mind more of.

"Thank you, Shuuhei," Kisuke said, reverent and respectful. He leaned forward to kiss Shuuhei slow and deep, and Shuuhei arched to meet and eat at Kisuke's mouth, stunned at his own hunger for it. The clamps tugged and made him gasp, and he cut off the groan that tried to get out with it. His heartbeat started to race -- from the kiss, the admission, the way his skin felt on fire -- and his tongue slid alongside Kisuke's. A moan vibrated against Shuuhei's lips, hands tightened in Shuuhei's hair, and Kisuke shuddered before breaking the kiss. Kisuke fished the blindfold from the pile of things on the bed, and Shuuhei shut his eyes as softness enveloped his face.

"Not too tight, is it?" Kisuke asked, kissing the edge of Shuuhei's' ear.

"No," Shuuhei answered, resting his cheek on the mattress. The chain caught on the clamps again, and Shuuhei grimaced as he shifted. The cuffs on his wrists felt inexplicably heavier, and the places where the tips of the tails had struck Shuuhei's ass felt hotter. He kept his eyes squeezed shut, trying to trick himself into believing he had control over the darkness, and Shuuhei forced slow breathing. He assumed there'd be more flogging in his future, but the uncertainty of that assumption made his jaw flex; in discomfort or anticipation or something else entirely, again, Shuuhei wasn't sure.

Kisuke, licked the edge of Shuuhei's ear. "You look so amazing lying like that. All right, let's try this again."

Shuuhei didn't answer, and confusion flashed as he tried to compare before and after, but the thoughts flew away with the flick of the flogger tails, this time on Shuuhei's shoulders: three then four in steady rhythm. Shuuhei's forehead rolled onto the mattress, his own breath blew hot into his face, and heat bloomed in his gut to match the growing heat across his back as he opened his eyes and got nothing but darkness. He didn't like that, didn't hate it, and then it didn't matter when another set of four collided with his skin, alternating across his shoulders, before one sizzling hit slammed into the ass cheek nearest to Kisuke.

Stifling noise, Shuuhei panted loudly against the mattress in the ever-long seconds until the tails landed hard against his far shoulder. He jerked his head to the side, and of course he couldn't see Kisuke, so frustration bloomed in the quick thud of a frantic heartbeat until the flogger struck again across his other shoulder and shattered the resentment into burning fragments. He gasped and felt muscles everywhere tense and roll, and the damned clamps tugged his nipples at the same time his cock caught friction on the bed, and Shuuhei went still with a soft cry.

Sensation paused long enough to stir anxiety before more blows landed on his ass, making Shuuhei grit his teeth. He lost count of how many, his knees dug into the bed with one of the harder strikes, but when Kisuke laid random hits against Shuuhei's shoulders, Shuuhei went flat against the mattress again. There was no rhythm anymore to the timing, no predictability, and Shuuhei gave up trying to figure out what was coming next and rolled with it, skin on fire and hands clutching at chain. He swallowed on a dry throat during a long, teasing pause before a slap struck against both cheeks of Shuuhei's ass.

"Nnn-ah!" Shuuhei cried, heart thudding, eyes blinking and unseeing and driving him nuts.

"Mmm..." Kisuke hummed, and then his weight and hands were stroking along Shuuhei's back and ass, tracing where the fire burned hottest, soft lips pressed against aching shoulders. Shuuhei shuddered.

"I love the red of your skin against the colors of your tats, the jump and definition of your muscles," Kisuke murmured. "So strong and responsive."

Shuuhei ground his teeth, moving with Kisuke's touch, and kisses trailed down his spine. Kisuke's hands roamed even as his lips and tongue stroked and licked, breath cooling where wetness lay. Shuuhei's body arched on its own accord, and his breathing hitched when hands tightened on his ass, spread sore cheeks, and a hot, rough touch licked across his entrance.

"Oh -- oh God," Shuuhei gasped, words loud to his own ears. "Kisuke -- nnnngh -- God… please..."

A quiet hum of pleasure met Shuuhei's ears, and wet heat stroked around Shuuhei's lower mouth, circling the ring with the bare hint of lips and teeth. Shuuhei shivered from head to toe, and bit back sounds as strong muscle probed, pushing past Shuuhei's entrance and into him.

"Oh fuck, yeah," Shuuhei finally growled, legs going wider, knees gaining purchase on the mattress, and cock straining. His hips ground down, and he groaned at the friction and hissed when chain pulled at his chest.

The click of a bottle of lube came before cool slick fingertips replaced the rough wetness of Kisuke's tongue, and a single hard digit probed Shuuhei and slid inside. Shuuhei whimpered and rubbed his face against the mattress, eyes shut behind the blindfold. He swallowed and bucked against Kisuke's hand, a questioning note escaping his lips.

"I am hoping to fuck you with a dildo, covered and well-lubed and with proper preparation," Kisuke explained in a lust-low voice and with a lick against the heated skin of Shuuhei's ass. "Or would you prefer I use the flogger some more?"

"Oooh," Shuuhei groaned into the sheet. He didn't want a goddamned dildo, he wanted Kisuke fucking him senseless, but the image of Kisuke behind him watching a dildo get sucked up by his ass made him shudder. The thought of more flogging after that... or maybe while the dildo was still... that would…

Oh holy hell…

Shuuhei yanked hard on the chains, made the metal of the headboard creak, and moaned when he felt two fingers push inside him. They crooked to stroke Shuuhei's prostate, pushing with pressure that made Shuuhei slur unintelligible sounds of need, and then the damned things slid back and forth in a quick, slick rhythm.

"I take it that being fucked stays on the table," Kisuke said dryly.

"Bastard," Shuuhei said, though the word lost its venom as it rode a gasp and was followed by a strangled noise of pleasure.

"Mmhm," Kisuke agreed pleasantly, and his fingers withdrew. A packet ripped, a cap clicked, and a much larger, softer round head pressed against Shuuhei's entrance.

"Do it," Shuuhei panted, forcing his mind to work for all it wanted to fall apart, tell Kisuke to quit screwing around and screw him for fuck's sake. "'til I can't take it... and... more, Kisuke... shit..." His body rebelled in instant love and hate of that plan, cock pooling dampness on the sheet, chain yanking in a way that made Shuuhei want to beg Kisuke to please God, touch him.

The shock of the dildo pushing in -- deep, unforgiving friction within Shuuhei's body, invading and solid all the way to the hilt -- shoved everything out of Shuuhei's brain. He held his breath when Kisuke stopped, impaling and pinning Shuuhei, waiting for his body to adjust, before Kisuke started, unceremoniously, to fuck him with the toy: tip to stop, slow and steady, over and over.

Shuuhei had no idea what he said, but he knew it was loud, bitten off with teeth that found the sheet and clamped down on it. His lungs burned, and he writhed with a snarl that might have been "Fuck me" but around the fabric it was hard to tell, even to his own ears.

Another series of strokes and then Kisuke stopped with the dildo lodged deeply within Shuuhei's body. He just held it and rode every writhing move of Shuuhei's hips and legs that Shuuhei was at a loss to control. One hand stroked along the straining muscles of Shuuhei's shoulders, and Kisuke murmured, "Enough, enough, I think, just for now. I'm going to strap this in. Don't want you going over just yet."

Shuuhei tried to say something appropriate, his mind finding a few favorites, but all that made it to his tongue and lips was an angry groan. He hated Kisuke for a fiery fierce second, and he breathed fast and hot against the damp cloth in his mouth.

A cool slender band went about Shuuhei's waist, and Kisuke pulled it under Shuuhei's body. A strap eased by Shuuhei's cock and balls, and the pressure on the dildo came off to let it slide slowly out before something brought it to a stop. Shuuhei grunted, Kisuke tightened the band about Shuuhei's waist, and pulled something that forced the dildo to seat itself again well within Shuuhei's ass.

"There," Kisuke sounded all too satisfied, and Shuuhei whimpered, hating the sound and struggling not to make more. Kisuke stroked Shuuhei's ass and kneaded it once before Kisuke's body weight came off the bed.

Shuuhei's head turned fast, following the movement of the mattress. "Kisuke?" he said, voice rough and tinged with all the frustration and confusion and heat Shuuhei felt to his core but didn't -- couldn't -- sort.

"I'm still here, Shuuhei." The tone was reassuring, soft, and Shuuhei rested easier on the bed.

"Cleaning off my hands and getting the flogger again."

Shuuhei said nothing, swallowing something that felt like shame but his body's needs were louder than anything he could feel. Bracing, Shuuhei waited for impact, but instead of the stinging slap of the tails, the cool slither of leather stroked Shuuhei from his stuffed ass up to his shoulders, and light kisses rained down one arm before lips and tongue stroked the rim of Shuuhei's ear. "Tell me if you want more, please, Shuuhei."

For a second, as his ass clenched down on the invading toy and made him want to tear something apart, Shuuhei wasn't sure if more was on the menu. But Kisuke's breath was warm on his cheek, and Shuuhei couldn't explain how hurting would help and hinder; how he thought he could go harder, and he didn't know if that was something to mention or the thing to hide. Especially not when he had no idea how more would go, body and brain misfiring. Everything welled, felt like too much, and he needed something or he was going to explode.

"Yeah," Shuuhei rasped. "Okay."

Another soft stroke of lips along Shuuhei's cheek, and the wait tightened tension and also eased Shuuhei, which was damned confusing.

"I think I need a little more reassurance or at least direction for your desires. What would you like more of, my love?"

It took a long time to think over the sound of blood and air rushing in Shuuhei's ears. It took longer to turn his head, Shuuhei's lips brushing Kisuke's with the blond's help. He despised not being able to see, but didn't want the darkness to go away. Not yet, just... not yet. Something about it made this easier, in a way… made it easier to find his voice and free it from his throat.

"You," Shuuhei croaked. Saying the word let him say the rest. "More of the flogger. Harder...? I think... I think I could... just..." Shuuhei sighed. "Harder, if you can. More. And then… whatever… you want." The last was a whisper of breath blown over the skin Shuuhei could feel near his lips, and in the next instant they crushed against Shuuhei's in a hungry kiss. Kisuke's groan made Shuuhei oddly happy -- made him feel like talking wasn't so bad after all.

"You are amazing, Shuuhei. Thank you."

Hands stroked along Shuuhei's back, ass, and thighs: rough caresses, rubbing hard at the surface. Shuuhei gasped and bit his lip, breathed out slow and long and made himself unwind beneath the touch. A whistle of tails gave him warning, and the flogger struck hard against Shuuhei's shoulders -- one, two, on either side. He didn't make a sound, body moving with impact but otherwise still. Then another one, two against the backs of Shuuhei's thighs, just as hard, right on the surface. The strikes ripped a grunt from Shuuhei, and he felt the ache in his shoulders build as his legs began to burn: a growing flash-fire that made his breathing go ragged. He tensed and finally, there were the anticipated strikes with the same strength and accuracy on either side of Shuuhei's ass: thud-one-whistle-two.

"Shit," Shuuhei cried.

The next blows struck the backs of both thighs twice before going for Shuuhei's ass again. The whistle of tails through the air wove a constant note, and each hit had the same amount of force on it as the last.

Shuuhei grunted and hissed, swallowing as Kisuke set two on each cheek before the tails hissed hotter and hit each of Shuuhei's shoulders with a crack. Shuuhei rumbled a sound made equal parts of laughter and groan, but it dissolved into a needy, near-frantic noise as he moved and with the motion the clamps and dildo shifted. He called out and didn't have enough time to decode pleasure from pain before Kisuke laid two more on each cheek of Shuuhei's ass.

Shuuhei bellowed, and his body wrenched. Something bent, twisted, and snapped inside, and Shuuhei's head jerked up off the bed and whipped in Kisuke's direction.

"Kisuke," Shuuhei snarled, dragging each syllable through the murk of lust. "Fuck me or I find a way to fuckin' break metal."

The flogger hit the floor with a resounding smack, something tore, Kisuke's voice swore, a condom packet ripped, and then fingers tugged hard at the band about Shuuhei's waist. Shuuhei shifted, nodding and groaning, and the dildo popped out with disconcerting speed just as an iron-hard covered cock shoved into Shuuhei's ass.

"Fuck. Yes," Shuuhei growled and bucked backward in a grind, a low string of indecipherable curses slithering through his teeth when the sensation made the room spin.

Hands clutched at Shuuhei's hips and then one snuck up to find the chain to the nipple clamps, and with the next thrust into Shuuhei's body, Kisuke pulled.

"Nnnngh -- FUCK!" Shuuhei thrashed, arms yanking leather and chain and making his wrists ache and go aflame. Kisuke bucked and moved with Shuuhei, fingers going to one of Shuuhei's nipples and freeing it from the clamp. Shuuhei sucked in a fierce breath with the sudden blaze of returning sensation, but Kisuke's hand was there: rubbing and easing the way even as his hips fucked Shuuhei at a steady pace. A soft groan from Kisuke elicited an answering cry from Shuuhei, and then the chain tugged and moved with each motion of Kisuke's body.

"Oh," Shuuhei coughed, higher and louder as each thrust made him crazy with the need for relief. "God!" Shuuhei writhed when Kisuke tentatively stroked Shuuhei's cock. He pushed forward and back, meeting the onslaught in both directions. His mouth opened in a silent cry, breath catching and holding.

Kisuke stroked again, as he frantically fucked Shuuhei. Low sounds filled Shuuhei's ears, and endgame rushed headlong at Shuuhei, stunning him with its strength. "Oh, oh - " Shuuhei hung on the edge for an agonizingly long second stuck in time and then he was coming, the relief heavy, thick and mind-numbing. Shuuhei gasped in a lung-tearing rush with every pulse, spilling hot and thick. The strength leeched out of Shuuhei's body, and he shook all over.

Three more swift strokes and Kisuke groaned, hips pulsing, the chain tugging at Shuuhei's nipple and making Shuuhei whine in complaint, and Kisuke muffled a shout against Shuuhei's shoulder as he came, body jerking against Shuuhei's.

"Mmm," Shuuhei sighed, and Kisuke fell against Shuuhei's trembling form, and the first thing his fingers went for was the blindfold. A few fumbling tries and the knot came undone, the cloth came off Shuuhei's eyes, and Kisuke wrapped Shuuhei in strong arms.

Shuuhei blinked, breath refusing to obey his commands to slow down or even out. He shook and thought it might be something to pay attention to, but when so many parts of his body were ablaze and all he wanted was a few seconds for brain to catch up to body, he could ignore it; he listened to Kisuke's uneven panting and felt the embrace, instead.

Kisuke simply held Shuuhei as their breathing finally found normal rhythms. At long last, he sighed and the chain fell to the bed, and gently, slowly, Kisuke withdrew from Shuuhei's body. Rolling to the side, Kisuke reached up and unhooked Shuuhei's cuffs from their chains, and Shuuhei couldn't do a damned thing but watch, blinking dazedly when Kisuke pulled Shuuhei into his arms and against his chest, lips brushing sweat-damp hair.

Shuuhei frowned and made his hand work to reach up and undo the other clamp, tossing the thing aside with a painful flick of his wrist. He hissed against Kisuke's skin as pain ebbed and flowed, limply resting against the other man. Kisuke shook his head with a quiet sound caught between disapproval and resignation, and he pressed a palm against Shuuhei's nipple. Shuuhei shrugged one shoulder in silent commentary, and Kisuke's arm tightened around Shuuhei's form while his free hand started to roam, massaging sore shoulders.

The attention made Shuuhei sigh, and again merely watch when Kisuke gently but firmly brought Shuuhei's wrist up for inspection. He grunted and kissed the skin over the veins. "Not too bruised... good." Kisuke sighed.

It took more effort than it should, but Shuuhei stared at his own wrist in Kisuke's grasp and flexed his fingers. "It's... fine..."

"Oh, Lords of the fire and deep, Shuuhei," Kisuke said fondly, and hugged Shuuhei to him, hands stroking along tattooed skin, one leg draping over Shuuhei's legs. "I'm glad your wrist is fine, sweet, especially after those last few yanks. You were utterly astonishing."

Shuuhei nodded against Kisuke's chest, one arm moving to fall over Kisuke. As his heartbeat began to slow, Kisuke stayed wrapped around him, hand stroking Shuuhei's skin, and when it finally registered how good that felt, Shuuhei shivered.

"Mmm..." Shuuhei intoned, pulling back to shake his head once, turning his wrist to flex it before rubbing at his eyes with thumb and forefinger.

Kisuke watched. "How do you feel?"

"Sore. Tired." Shuuhei paused, arm going back around Kisuke and smile turning his mouth. "Good," he said, word and expression softer.

Kissing that smile, Kisuke hummed in contentment. "We can rest a while, take a shower or even a bath for those bruises. I'll ask the staff to make dinner and deliver it, no need to go to the extra effort unless we wish it."

Shuuhei laughed and squeezed Kisuke once before letting go. He ran a hand through his hair, scratching the back of his head. "Sure," he said after a second, shifting with a frown. The after-effects were definitely going to take some getting used to.

Kisuke's finger followed the line of one of the vines. He grinned and twisted to find the room's phone on the night stand, dialing. "Yes, please, dinner for two." He held his hand over the speaker to mouth, no food restrictions right? Shuuhei shook his head.

"Please make sure you include the cheesecake with raspberry compote, and leave the tray outside the door, along with a change in linens. Thanks."

Kisuke hung up, and Shuuhei couldn't meet the other man's eyes. He felt weird. Not bad, exactly... more like he'd just gone six rounds with Renji at Kenpachi's gym and they were at the comparing bruises and lacerations stage.

Except in those cases, none of the comparisons came with fucking or kissing.

Shuuhei shook his head and started to lay back on the mattress, thought about it, and rolled to his front instead, sighing as he reached for Kisuke. The blond moved in closer, a gentle hand petting along Shuuhei's back and the curve of his ass. "Mm... maybe I should ask for some ice as well. It would keep the inflammation down and might feel nice."

"Ice sounds good," Shuuhei said, wincing as he realized that shifting while on his front wasn't a great idea, either. He laughed, ruefully, and cleared his throat. "Yeah... good..."

Kisuke picked up the phone again and asked for a set of athletic ice packs to be delivered to the door, sooner rather than later. Shuuhei smiled and shut his eyes, not quite dozing, but content just to lay still. The polite knock minutes later had Kisuke up and Shuuhei shifting to watch. Kisuke threw a sheet over Shuuhei, which the brunette found amusing, and then went to answer the door, still naked with a glint of amusement in his eye.

When Kisuke greeted the servant, the man didn't even bat an eyelash, instead handing over a tray, piled with ice packs in white covers. "Here, sir."

Kisuke took the tray with both hands and said, "Thank you."

The man gave a slight bow and then disappeared.

"Definitely Byakuya's house," Shuuhei said, grinning at the nude figure coming back to the bed.

"Assuredly," Kisuke said with an answering smirk. "I do love how they're completely unfazed by nigh on anything."

Turning the sheets back to cover Shuuhei from mid-thigh down, Kisuke sighed as he sat by Shuuhei's side. He kneaded two gel packs and put them in place, and then worked on two more for Shuuhei's ass. Cool fingers traced Shuuhei's hamstrings, "These are all right, I think, might be sore, but won't show a mark."

Relaxing on the bed, Shuuhei nodded. He rested, and Kisuke kissed his hair before getting up to move around the room. Shuuhei closed his eyes and let the cool work its magic. He struggled to find something to compare the situation to -- needing it to feel familiar for whatever reason.

Finally it occurred to Shuuhei that this was much like a quick and dirty fuck at the gym: one was sore in all kinds of ways after that. He chuckled, Kisuke turned the gel packs over to keep the cool flowing, and soon dinner arrived.

Shuuhei didn't watch Kisuke answer the door this time; assuming he was still nude and finding it absurd and hilarious that it passed for "normal" in this house. God, he and Renji were definitely going to have a chat about that. He could just see the redhead learning he could roam around naked and loving every second of that shit.

Sitting up, Kisuke served Shuuhei dinner on a tray in bed, which Shuuhei thought was fucking adorable, but he kept that to himself. Kisuke seemed happy, and they ate in companionable silence. Kisuke took the time to enjoy the food; Shuuhei inhaled it. Chicken had never tasted so good in his life, particularly the way it was smothered in some sort of tangy sauce.

When they were through, Kisuke cleared away the plates, busied himself again, and there was dessert and coffee. Shuuhei smiled down at his cheesecake drizzled in raspberry sauce, which was one of his favorites, and he was touched beyond measure that Kisuke remembered.

"Nice," Shuuhei said with a sigh, forking a mouthful and chewing slowly with a hum.

"Glad you like it here, too." Watching Shuuhei with a calm smile, Kisuke ate his own dessert, sipping coffee.

"Yeah," Shuuhei said, sighing through his nose and swallowing another bite of cheesecake. He glanced up at Kisuke, licking his lips.

"So... is this how... things usually go?"

Kisuke's eyebrows went up. "Uhm... no?"

Shuuhei dropped his fork and froze, mouth full. He scrambled to get the fork back in his hand and frowned, embarrassed flush spilling over his cheeks.

Patiently, Kisuke gave Shuuhei his own fork, and bent to pick up the errant utensil and put on the tray. "I meant that I've never had a scene that went the same. They're all different, since they're all shaped to the people who are involved. That was one of the most intense ones I've had, and I enjoyed it far more than anything I've done in quite some time."

"Oh," Shuuhei said, swallowing food and the crazy spike of nerves that left his heart pounding. He blinked and rolled his eyes at himself.

"Good," Shuuhei continued in relief. "Scared the shit out of me for a second there. Thought I did something wrong."

Eyes going wide, Kisuke coughed. "No, oh good Lords, no. You did absolutely amazing, and affected me tremendously, but the whole experience was by no means usual or in any way ordinary." He paused, and Shuuhei noted the fast frown that quickly smoothed as though it never existed. "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding there. You asked for what you needed when you truly wanted it, took a great deal of punishment, and the blindfold seemed to add a dimension to your experience in exactly the way I'd hoped."

Shuuhei digested that, and sipped his coffee. He watched Kisuke deliberately not fidget, and Shuuhei smiled, crawled around his tray and over to the other man. Shuuhei kissed Kisuke smartly on the mouth. "Yeah, it was good for me, too, babe."

Kisuke laughed and kissed Shuuhei back, hugging him. "Good. I'm glad to know that as well."

"Mm-hm," Shuuhei said leaning to kiss Kisuke's neck before sitting cross-legged next to the blond. He shrugged. "Wasn't anything I didn't like, though wasn't sure what in the hell to do there in the beginning. The blindfold was better than I thought it'd be. So was the flogger. God." Shuuhei shivered and grinned. "We can definitely do that again." He kissed the tip of Kisuke's nose.

Kisuke heaved a slow sigh. "Good. I'm very glad you'd like to do that again, as I am never quite as sure as I'd like to be that things worked out. Thank you. What did you think of the restraints?"

"The cuffs? Oh those were fine. Felt, ehm..." Shuuhei searched for the word. "Normal. I guess."

"Normal?" Kisuke's voice matched the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. "That's intriguing. Mm... I am impressed that you didn't seem fazed. I'd originally intended to stop using the dildo on you for further denial, but things worked out in a very satisfying direction."

"That's one overly complex way of putting it, yes," Shuuhei agreed politely, serious for a second until he smiled at his old friend.

Kisuke laughed, and the faintest blush rose in his cheeks. "Have you thought about what you'd like to do for me in return?"

"Yes. And it involves a roll of duct tape." Shuuhei's lips twitched.

Wincing, Kisuke ducked his head. "Uhm... oh... truly?"

"Ah, ha!" Shuuhei called in mock triumph. "Have some experience with people who want to tape you silent, huh?" Shuuhei said and lost his composure at the look of chagrin on Kisuke's face.

"My answer would probably incriminate me," Kisuke said, trying to look prim, but then he chuckled and leaned back against the headboard. "Yes. Indeed. You have my weaknesses quite in hand, my friend. And, honestly, it's sometimes easier when I just can't engage in verbal play."

Shuuhei snorted and leaned to the side, catching himself with one arm and absentmindedly bending forward to kiss over Kisuke's ribs. "I see the, er, logic in that, yes." He turned and gingerly rested next to the other man. "But I'm kidding about the tape. It's occurred to me on occasion, but I think there're better ways. Beyond that, though..." Shuuhei shook his head. "Don't really know. Can I just ask what you want and try to do that?"

"Yes, I would appreciate that. That's what I was trying to do with you, even if it might not have seemed obvious," Kisuke said quietly.

The tone of voice made Shuuhei ache -- soft-spoken Kisuke made him nervous -- and Shuuhei shifted and put his arm across Kisuke's shoulders, gently coaxing the other man closer.

"I know that's what you were doing. It was obvious to me, Kisuke, and smart-ass comments aside, that was one of the... well. It might be the most..." Shuuhei tried not to choke on the diction, "Erotic things I've ever experienced." He leaned and kissed Kisuke's ear, the touch of lips barely there. "Would love to try to return the sentiment..."

Kisuke's breathing stuttered, and Shuuhei fucking loved the way the blond tilted into him. Kisuke swallowed. "Please do. I'm sure you could easily drive me to heights I've not reached before, if the limo ride was any indication."

Shuuhei rearranged them for comfort, curiosity roiling. "So, do you... know what you want? I mean, other than a better gag and something sturdier than a coat jacket for restraint."

Kisuke chuckled. "Yes. Those are the elements I'd most enjoy, probably spread-eagle on this bed, legs wide enough open that I physically cannot have an orgasm until you release me to it. I am all right with some pain play, if you wish, a crop might be easiest to aim and use to start. I'd like to be connected to you, if possible, nipple clamp to nipple clamp whenever you do decide to claim my body for yours, and if you do decide to gag me, I'd like to be able to see and have some kind of object by which I can call a stop to things if I wish."

Shuuhei didn't know he was holding his breath until he sighed a laugh. "Oh, well, if you didn't know you could've just said so..."

"I've been thinking about it most of the day," Kisuke admitted as he hugged Shuuhei. "Honestly, it's hard to... hold back when I know there's someone I can trust with these things."

"I definitely don't want you holding back," Shuuhei said, embracing Kisuke in a tighter clutch. "And I'll be hanging on to that mental image, trust me." He chuckled, and grew thoughtful. "I think I could do that for you. Don't know if I'd really want to gag you. Sort of like your way with words. And I especially like the clamp idea..." Shuuhei shifted and brushed a thumb over Kisuke's nipple, chin dipping as he considered.

Lips parting, Kisuke watched Shuuhei with a tilt of his head, waiting for a response, Shuuhei supposed. "Hm..." Shuuhei met Kisuke's gaze, held still for a second and then leaned forward to kiss him lightly. "Just feeling lucky," Shuuhei explained, searching over Kisuke's face, tucking hair behind his ear. "That you do trust me with these things. Little nervous, too, but..." Shuuhei sighed and kissed Kisuke again. "You'd look pretty fucking amazing like that, and I just… want it."

Kisuke's eyes fluttered closed. "And I want you, but not while you're still sore or tired. We can just take it easy tonight, a bath, a movie, light massage before bed if you'd like, and see how you feel in the morning."

Shuuhei thought he knew exactly how he'd feel in the morning, and he grinned at Kisuke. "Sounds good to me."

And now… Darkprism's Omake: (All of these can be found on each chapter over on Yaoi Gallery. Thank you for reading!)

Byakuya: (eyebrow cocked, body lax on bed next to Renji) Well. So much for that "negotiate before you play" nonsense you always espouse, hm, Urahara?
Kisuke: (blushing, sheepish) Well, I mean, er, that is... I do know him. And we did talk about... some things...
Renji: Yeah. Like the fuckin' weather in Russia. Good on you.
Shuuhei: (sleepy) Oh fuck off, ya asses. And lemme... just... (Yawning)
Kisuke: (pet pets Shuuhei) See? He's fine.
Byakuya: Mmhm... so good to know your weakness in regards to begging. I'll have to remember that.
Kisuke: Erk?
Shuuhei: Begging?
Renji: Yeah, you may remember that part where you cried like a girl to get fucked?
Shuuhei: You... you...
Liralen: Oh dear, Kisuke, you might want to...
Kisuke: (wrestling Shuuhei to mattress) I've got it.
Allie: Oh, totally.
Kisuke: *dark look*
Allie: What? You totally caved, dude.
Shuuhei: Wait, you mean there was a chance he wouldn't have fucked me? Hang on--
Byakuya: Well, it wasn't in the terms explicitly. Renji, please try to contain the cackling. Indoor laughter, boy. Indoor.
Shuuhei: The hell? Explicit? What in the... the hell do you THINK we were at the damned ranch to do? Knit?
Liralen: Ooh! Knitting!
Allie: *palmface*
Kisuke: *sighs*