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Dangerous Liaisons	By : matchakitty Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Plastic Tree Views: 2498 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dangerous Liaisons Part 2 Warning: This is the NC17 part....*nodnods* and I must admit, I can't even reread this because I start blushing ^^:; And that's got to be saying something... ++++++ Written by Matrim.~for niccy~ //I can sense you no matter how far apart we are.// He looked out on the city, a myriad of bright white lights spread out before him, reflecting the sky above and a secret sensual smile touched his lips. Not many saw this smile. He was sure some would like to but this smile wasn't themthem. It was already reserved for one. There was a brief caress of the window but he wasn't caressing the window in actuality. More like a certain set of lights beyond the window. He turned away from the window, sitting on the black leather couch before taking the guitar in his hands. His fingers settled comfortably on the fret board, forming a familiar chord while the other fingers plucked out a beautiful haunting melody. His eyes closed as the song continued, visualizing a tall young man with bobbed perfect black hair and gentle voice. //Sweet boy..such a good pet.// The images in his mind changed to the same vision of the young man, but this time writhing under him, whimpering with pleasure. //You don't even know who I really am, yet you trust me. Others would be alarmed if they knew, but you're such a good boy, you haven't told anyone. Your eyes seem so dreamy--so far away now...// A sigh of longing escaped him as he slouched a bit on the leather couch. A hand combed through his hair, rough to the touch and not as smooth as his pet's. //Tarochan...you're so perfect, do you know that? And none other is worthy of you more than I ...// He bit his lip, his memories taking him back to previous nights shared with the beautiful vocalist. He laid the guitar gently down on the floor before sliding down to lie on his side on the couch, caressing the leather absently. His eyes closed, remembering soft willing flesh under him and the sweet tightness of his pet. The boy was obedient and docile when he wanted, but as trained, Ryutaro exceeded his expectations. He never knew that so much desire lay hidden in him, never knew how much potential lay untapped within him. He was very sure that the screams that he heard on a nightly basis were never recorded and never heard by fans. was was very sure that the vocalist had never done the same things he done with as with others. If Ryutaro ever did.... He took a deep shuddering breath and opened his eyes, looking up at the well lit ceiling. //If you ever did, my pet, I would be upset and jealous. I would kill those who dared to touch you that way, dared to soil you with their very presence.// His eyes narrowed. //You are mine, Tarochan. Every part of you...from your soul to the very tip of your perfect hair is mine.// A simple little crush. It had started off so simple. An occasional appreciative glance. A fleeting thought in the middle of the night as he was slipping off to sleep. Then he began to take more than just a glance, think more than fleeting thoughts. He began to stare when he was sure no one was looking, saved magazines that he had thought of throwing out simply because Ryutaro was in them and he began to have fantasies of him--everything from making him scream out his name to imagining making breakfast for him. Then the fantasies turned into reality when he had actually began following Ryutaro in his spare time, sneaking in when the door was unlocked and making a mold out of the key that Ryutaro had left on the kitchen table. He stood, restless, making his way to a chilled bottle of wine and poured some of the red liquid into a glass. He idly took a sip while his mind danced in half remembered fantasies blended with actual memories. He had made a duplicate out of the key and didn't actually think he would use it until that one night... //You ld sod so lost, Tarochan. So scared. But you weren't scared when I held you although you should've been. And you've welcomed me back night after night and you have no idea who I really am.// He licked his lips in a predatory fashion just as the glass was replaced on the table. He made his way back to the leather couch, picking up his keys. He seemed to be weighing them in his hands, passing the keys back and forth between them. He had said that he would reveal himself to the vocalist on the full moon, planned on not visiting him again until then but the memories of the night before filled him with hunger. And he had just gotten home an hour ago. He stood after while picking up a small leather pouch then walked to the door. He slipped his feet into his shoes and left his apartment, making sure to lock the door behind him. He had to be careful because his bandmembers were beginning to suspect him because of his strange behavior. They would stop him if they ever knew what he was doing, probably claim that it was unhealthy for him. It wasn't unhealthy. It wasn't an obsession. It was love. Pure and definitely not simple. It was a heady complicated eternal love. He decided that he would never have it any other way. +++++ The last thing Ryutaro remembered was falling asleep in a freezing cold room with the huge picture window in his room left uncurtained. The new moon had risen, a dark and silent witness to the beginning of Ryutaro's slumber and it was now the witness to his sudden awakening. It started off gentle--fingers sliding through his hair, tangling themselves in the perfect locks to get a good grip before Ryutaro's head was yanked back. His pale throat was arched as lips whispered next to his ear, "Konbanwa." Sleep deserted him easily. His lover wanted him awake and alert. He did not appreciate laziness. Ryutaro's eyes fluttered closed in pleasure as soft warm lips pressed against the base of his neck. "I have a present for you, love...." There was a tug on Ryutaro's hair, a silent command for the other to sit up. Ryutaro drew his knees up under him before sitting back on his heels. Another tug and Ryutaro fell back against the other man's chest. Something was pressed into Ryutaro's hand and the vocalist looked up at the shadowed secret man then looked down. It felt like leather in the dark. If the moon was out, he would be able to see it clearly but instead, he had to go by feel, letting his fingers wander over it. He felt a few snaps on it before looking up to him again. "Yes, Tarochan?" "Master, what is it?" "I'll show you..." The leather strap was taken from Ryutaro's grasp. He stayed still, an arm going about the other's s's shoulders to steady himself as two hands disappeared beneath his pajama bottoms. A blush warmed his cheeks as he remembered that he hadn't been wearing any underwear tonight, but the other man said nothing. The leather strap was secured at the base of his cock, snug but not entirely uncomfortable. He was starting to get a little warm though. His master had soft hands. He looked up at the other man questioningly. Now what? "Tarochan, you love me, don't you?" The warm hands slipped slowly out of Ryutaro's pajama bottoms and resting on his hips. "Yes, Master." "How much do you love me, Tarochan?" The hands slipped away from Ryutaro's hips, making the vocalist's shoulders slump slightly at the lack of touch. "I love you enough to know that words cannot possibly describe what I feel for you, Master." A whisper hissed past his ear, making him shiver although he wasn't cold anymore. "Ah, yes, Tarochan. That's lovely to hear, but I want more." There was a nip at Ryutaro's ear and the vocalist suppressed the urge to whimper. "I want you to prove that very same sentence to me. Do you understand?" "Hai." In truth, he didn't but he was starting to get an idea. He looked down as he felt his wrists being grasped and placed behind his back then a strange chill went through his body as something else that was leather brushed his skin and fastened with a click. Another cuff went round his other wrist. Something soft slipped over his eyes and was tied at the back of his head. A blindfold. Ryutaro started to become worried and would've whimpered if it was acceptable but since it wasn't, he kept quiet. The heat in the room began to rise and Ryutaro felt the familiar prickling of sweat forming on his brow, his neck and back. He wanted to get rid of the pajamas. He squirmed a bit uncomfortably, only freezing when his master shifted on the bed. Arms wrapped around his shoulders and soft cheek pressed against his own. There was a puff of breath across his temple before another whisper broke the silence. "Show me, Tarochan. Show me that you treasure me above all else in the world." Ryutaro nodded, faintly before the tone of the whisper dropped, causing Ryutaro to shiver as if the other man had tossed him into a vat of icy water. "And I want you to do it with your tongue. Is that clear, Tarochan?" "Y-yes, Master." There was the sound of cloth sliding against skin and falling gently to the ground. A hand reached out to grasp Ryutaro's hair, gently yet firmly leading him off of the bed and silently instructing him to kneel. Fingers trailed gently over Ryutaro's jaw, tracing his lips before they slowly left and Ryutaro tried not to whimper in longing. He stayed still for a moment before he licked his lips to wet them. He could see nothing, hear almost nothing except for his soft pants, hearheart pounding in his ears with anticipation. It was all up to him now and he was sure that he couldn't waste more time than he had already. He leaned forward, sensing his master and lover near before his tongue darted out tentatively yet eagerly. The tip of his tongue traced something warm and hard, but instead of pulling away, he inched closer, recognizing the taste. With a boldness only known to his lover, his tongue flicked across the tip before there was a long lick from base to tip. He heard a gasp heard vaguely above him and it pleased him. But he couldn't allow himself to smile or to laugh with happiness. His task wasn't done yet. Anyone could gasp in appreciation. It took the extremely loved and joyful to scream with ecstatic gratefulness. Encouraged by the thought of his lover losing patience and control with him, Ryutaro took another long lick, his tongue sliding across hot hard flesh. He lapped eagerly, tasting salt and sweat, the sound of panting prodding something awake inside of him. The room was beginning to get hotter and Ryutaro welcomed it. He knew the A/C was working, could hear the hum of the machine in the background but he was above and beyond it. There was a slight breathless moan as Ryutaro's tongue swirled around the other man's erection. He tasted good, too good and maybe if Ryutaro was good enough, he could distract him into letting him do more than just lick.ngerngers stroked across his scalp before fingers wound easily through his hair, before tightening painfully. Ryutaro winced, but knew better than to stop. The pain would increase yet Ryutaro welcomed it as he had the heat. A few more long scorching licks from base to tip before little teasing kitten licks were lavished upon the other man's thighs. The grip on his hair grew tighter, a warning to him that teasing had not been his lover's command. A brief frown touched the vocalist's lips before his tongue traced the vein beneath. There was a barely suppressed moan before his lips settled around the head, sucking lightly--his tongue flicking against the slit to lap the precum leaking there. A gasp was wrung out of his lover and Ryutaro wished that he wasn't handcuffed. He wanted to touch the other man, he wanted to do more but not yet. There was a growl from above him and Ryutaro would've whimpered but lust spurred him into trying to take the entire length into his mouth. There was a deep breath taken before a slap echoed throughout the room and Ryutaro's cheek burned. "The command was only to lick, Tarochan." "I'm sorry, Master..." Sweat began to trickle down Ryutaro's back since the room was hotter than hell. He remained with his head bent meekly, trying desperately to conceal the ache between his legs but he knew it wouldn't work. A gentle hand reached out to cup his cheek beforespinsping his chin and raising him up. There was a sigh, the feel of a hot breath against his lips as if the other man was about to kiss him. "There is a price to pay for disobedience...." Ryutaro trembled. ~*~ A cool hand ran down his back, soothing hot burning skin made worse by welts. There was a sob. "Ssh, Tarochan...ssh..." The hand continued to stroke his back, occasionally pausing over his rump. "It's all over..." Ryutaro's trembling began to cease as he listened to the other man's words, responding to the touch. His lover lay next to him on his bed, his hand still stroking over Ryutaro's body. His pajamas had been removed long ago, tossed to the floor carelessly but he could've cared less at the moment. It still felt like it was sweltering, but at least he didn't feel the pajamas clinging to his skin anymore. "So strong, Tarochan. So delicate yet so very strong. I think I should reward you for your endurance." Ryutaro's eyes closed and he sighed in longing when the other man nuzzled him. "What do you think I should reward you with, Tarochan?" Ryutaro whimpered a bit before replying meekly, "Anything you see fit to reward me with, Master." "Ah....And what if I see it fit to leave you here?" His jaw clenched and his eyes closed. "I would say that it is only what I deserve." "And what if I decide to bury my cock within you and fuck you without warning, fast and hard and drive you insane by keeping you from your climax?" Ryutaro moaned, lightly, trembling again but it wasn't the violent tremors from before. Slowly, he regained the courage to speak and the ability to form coherent sentences. "I...I would also say that it is only what I deserve." Yes, sure. Actually, he wanted to say that was what he desired more than anything in the world, sans the keeping him from the climax part. A husky laugh drifted from the other man. It sent tendrils of intense shivers of pain and pleasure up Ryutaro's spine and through his body. He bit his bottom lip in anticipation. "My Tarochan....you'll say anything to please me, won't you? And I'm sure you're saying this because you have a little something to gain from it. Oh, Tarochan, my sweet little slut..." Ryutaro gasped as his lover's hand slid between him and the mattress, taking hold of his arousal and stroking before running his fingernail across the sensitive head. The vocalist groaned, burying his face into the pillow under him, ignoring the ache in his arms that were now cuffed to the headrd ord of his bed. "M-Master...please..." "Please what, Tarochan?" came the whispered reply, his lover's lips brushing against Ryutaro's ear. "Please...." "I can't do what you wish me to do unless you tell me." Ryutaro frowned at the inherent wickedness he could sense in the whisper. Ryutaro began to chew on his lip, hesitantly. He knew that his lover had a lot of patience, but knew that patience could only extend so far. Ryutaro knew what he wanted, the other man knew what he wanted and there should have been no problem there. The problem was that this was a lesson of sorts. One that pertained here as well as related well to the world outside of his bedroom. If Ryutaro wanted something, he would have to speak up. He swallowed. Hard. His mouth opened, the words began but instead of flowing as ea as as he liked them to, the words stumbled over one another and sounded awkward. "I-I....M-Master, please..I...want..." Gods, why was it so hard to say something one wanted? Ryutaro trembled again, in embarassment, his cheeks burning so hot that he was sure they glowed in the darkness. He steeled himself, closing his eyes even though he was blindfolded. "Master, I-I want you to-to- -" He couldn't say it. He couldn't find the courage in himself to say the words--no matter how simple it seemed. His jaw clenched again in frustration before his lover squeezed his aching shaft and he cried out, "Master, please--please! I need--I want you to fuck me please!" He whimpered. "Please?" The silence in the room felt loud in Ryutaro's ears. His heart pounded against his ribs so hard that he was afraid the bed vibrated with its rhythm. He had no idea where his lover was as he could no longer feel the other man close to him. Some time during his small mental war with himself, his lover left his side. Ryutaro turned his head to better hear anything that would betray another's presence before a cold hand ran its way up his back. The welts across his back stung a bit in response while the rest of them trembled with relief. He hadn't abandoned him. It was foolish to even think that the other man would abandon him. "Tarochan...." came a whisper before the bed under him shifted. "Up- -on your knees, Tarochan, and spread your legs for me." Ryutaro gave a faint nod before doing as his lover asked, sighing as gentle fingers stroked his hips. It didn't matter that he was practically on display for the other man. This was what he wanted after all. The grip on his hips tightened slightly, before he felt light kisses lavished upon his back. The kisses traced the path of his spine, stopping only when those soft lips reached the crack between his cheeks. Ryutaro squeaked involuntarily as a moist tongue dipped between them, seeking for his tight entrance before finally sliding in. Ryutaro moaned lightly as a hand left his hip, sliding downward between his legs and grasping his straining erection. He tried to resist the urge to thrust into the other man's hand, but it was so hard not to do so. Plus the 'present' that had been placed around him earlier was starting to get a tiny bit uncomfortable. Ryutaro moaned again as his lover's tongue pressed deeper into him, mimicking a certain act that would be performed on him then just as quickly as it had begun, it ended. Ryutaro wasn't worried, no....he had been apart of this too many to know that this wasn't how the game was played. His hips were grasped firmly and slowly, a hot hard heat began to penetrate him, pushing past the initial resistance of muscles. It sank deeper into him, deeper than he thought it could until there came a low growl of absolute pleasure. Ryutaro's breaths came in shuddering gasps, trying to hold all of his master within him, trying to be a good pet. A hand disappeared from his hips, reaching up to tangle within sweat drenched locks of perfect black hair and grasping tight. His lover began to thrust into him, the searing heat impaling him harder and deeper with every snap of his hips. It hurt at first, it always hurt in the beginning but he welcomed the pain, enjoying it as he always did. Ryutaro knew something that others did not and only claimed to know. Pain and pleasure were one. It was boundless, endless--that ne ne would be able to tell where one ended or the other began. One completed the other, filled the emptiness that could not be filled just as his lover was doing for him now. Sweat began to cover both bodies as his master began to pound into him without reservation, his grip on Taro's hair intensifying. He was sure that if he did one wrong move, the hair could be torn from his scalp bleeding. Ryutaro bit his bottom lip hard, pushing back against the hard cock in him, whimpering for more. "M-master....p- please...." There was no answer, just Ryutaro's scream echoing off the walls as he felt like he was being ripped apart. He couldn't see, could barely speak and every word that came from his mouth was the gasping plea of, "Master..." He didn't know what he was calling out for--for more? For release? He didn't remember but he knew that if his lover stopped now, he would die. Sweat matted his hair against his forehead but the grip on his hair never wavered. More...more, he wanted and needed more. He was standing at the threshold of ecstacy and was so ready to fall into its sweet abyss but he couldn't. The 'present' that was wrapped around the base of his painfully hardened cock was snug and wouldn't let him come as he wanted to. Ryutaro whimpered in need, feeling tears fill hiss. s. He needed release! It was almost impossible to feel so good yet so miserable. He didn't like being kept from his ecstacy. Each thrust was maddening in its loving violence, blood now slickening his passage and making it easier for his master to lay his claim on him. It wasn't enough--it seemed like it would never be enough to throw him into the depths of that final release. If only he knew what his master wanted so the cock ring would disappear and allow him to taste heaven. His throat was parched and every breath felt like he was swallowing needles. He could only whimper and he could no longer manage to even whisper out master. He would not be allowed to come, not until his master said he could. There was a sharp thrust from the other man and Ryutaro wailed. It died down as the other man stayed still, deep within him as if waiting for something. Ryutaro shuddered, tears slipping from his eyes and dampening the already sweat drenched blindfold. A deep whisper, heavy with lust made itself known, lips brushing the gentle curve of his ear. "Don't cry, Tarochan....don't cry...just tell me what you want from me." They were still on the same lesson. Ryutaro moaned, more tears dampening the blindfold. He could barely say what he had to say before but now? He shuddered as he took a deep breath, missing a quick sharp intake of breath from his lover. This was no time to be shy. Besides, all modesty had been flung out the window as soon as he had gotten on his knees and spread his legs for the other man. So why was he hesitating now? If he wanted something badly enough... Ryutaro took a moment to steel himself before turning his head slightly to speak to his lover. He took a deep breath, knowing that his master's attention was on him. "I want...." Ryutaro's head tilted back slightly before the words rushed out of his mouth, "I want you to fuck me, Master and allow me my release. I want to scream loud enough to pierce your eardrums and make my neighbors complain...I want you to help me claw a hole in the night sky." With those last words, Ryutaro clenched his muscles aroudn his master, as tight as he could, moaning slighly as he felt his master tremble and groan with unsated lust. He swallowed hard again, his newfound calm slowly melting away from him. "Please, Master, don't let your pet weep and suffer so...please let him have his release. I'll do anything for you if you just...please..." Tears began to soak through the cloth before the wet hot heat within him began to thrust deep and hard within him. Ryutaro pushed back against him, impaling himself against that thick hard cock, deciding to use his body to plead his case if his words would not work. A grunt and a hand wraps around his painful erection, caressing, squeezing and teasing him past the recognizable point of sanity. The rhythm of the thrusts speed up, the pounding increases enough to make him fall over but with a supreme effort, he managed to keep on his knees as he was commanded to. The soft torturous hand strokes lower on his shaft, faster, eliciting more gasping moans to claw their way of his throat and tears to dampen the blindfold. Before he knew it, the hand wraps around the base of his cock, snatching off the cock ring like it was nothing. There was one particularly vicious thrust given and the core of Ryutaro's being shattered. He tossed his head back, a beautiful arc of damp black hair. A scream ripped its way out of Ryutaro's throat, one never heard by fans or peers before. It echoed across the room, as the grip on his hair tightened. His body went rigid as his cock hardened to it's fullest, the muscles clamping around his master tight and he came. White hot semen gushed from his twitching sex to spatter the sheets under him. His master cried out after his scream had died down, filling the silence that had settled there. A burning filled Ryutaro's insides with that one last harsh thrust and he collasped onto the bed under him with his master's weight upon him. Heavy breathing finally slowed to deep breaths as the handcuffs were removed. Slowly, the other man slipped out of him and Ryutaro winced a bit at the pain. Dashi wouldn't like this. He was sure he wouldn't be able to walk all tll tomorrow. Ryutaro murmured tiredly as the blindfold was removed from his eyes and he was encouraged to move over on the bed. Ryutaro did as he was told, feeling the soiled sheet slip out from under him. It was a good thing that was a loose sheet or he'd have to sleep on that but then again, his master had told him to make his bed that way. Ryutaro yawned, not understanding where the sudden exhaustion coming from but liking the fact that his lover was snuggling up to him from behind. "Good boy, Tarochan. You're such a good sweet boy." "Mm...thank you..." Ryutaro whispered, his eyes closed in happy sleepy bliss. He didn't feel hot anymore, just a pleasant warmth that emanated from within. A light blanket was tucked around his shoulders. Before he slipped off into sleep, he managed out a light whisper. ".....love you......" "Oyasumi, Tarochan." was the whispered response, "Aishiteiru."
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