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Playtime	By : candiedinago Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Pierrot Views: 1225 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Pierrot. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Love me, hate me, REVIEW! I wanted to write this in 1st pov since I haven’t written that way in a while. Hope it doesn’t suck. >_< And basically another reason I wrote this was to practice writing kinks that I haven’t written(or haven’t written in a while). I will say that Kohta is one of the most difficult people to write. -_- He’s way to complex for his own bassist’s ass good(if that made any sense at all). I hope I haven’t butchered him completely though. Sorry if anything is off with this story. It was written a few paragraphs at a time so I might have forgotten something that had happened previously…or something. Anyyywayy. Yeah…so here goes…and...the ending sucks...>>I don't like the actual sex scene either but that is just me and hopefully you guys will like it. PLEASE REVIEW! It took me almost two months to write this.
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”Boku no kashou subeta” means “My little bitch.”

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His eyes are cold, emotionless, rake over my body as I’m tied to the bed. My arms have been bound to the headboard and my legs spread wide and tethered to opposite sides of the footboard. He had placed a pillow under me, raising my hips, baring me further to his piercing gaze.

I watch him standing on the other side of the room. He leans against the wall in a casual slouch, blond hair gently falling over his forehead. He’s beautiful. Perfect. His arms are loose at his sides, his chest and stomach defined. Perfect.

He’s moving now, eyes never leaving me. “You’re mine,” he said, voice liquidy warm. “No one else is allowed to have what is mine,” he reiterated.

Mine…Mine…Mine…The words were an endless mantra rolling around inside my head. He is mine too; he knows this. We are each other’s, and still…he draws nearer, gaze never wavering. I feel myself squirm under the intensity of that look…mine…

“I can do whatever I want to you. Hurt you, fuck you, anything and you would never stop me,” he speaks so casually if one could only hear the tone of his voice, they would assume he was speaking of some mudane topic, not the words of passion, ownership, that fall from his perfectly shaped lips. “You’d love anything I’d do to you.”

I swallow hard, lost in the sound of his voice, surrounded by it’s cold warmth. He smiles but it is not full of mirth, lifting a pistol, which glints slightly in the dim light of the room. “Are you afraid?” he purrs, pointing the gun at me.

I swallow yet again, shaking my head. I trust him to much to be afriad. He smiles at me then. “it’s loaded,” he said, smirking slightly. “You should be afraid of me, Kohta.”

“I learned long ago not to be afraid. My Nii-chan knows how to take care of me,”I whisper softly. “I trust you.” He watches me then, a brief look of approval passes through his expression before the stoic look returns. I cling to that glimpse of approval, feeling a swell of pride in my chest.

To please him had always been my desire. From the moment where my memories start I’ve always strived to get his attention and please him. Now that I’ve looked back I must hav annoyed him so much, but he must have loved it too.

“Kohta,” came the low growl before I felt the gun hitting across my cheek, forcing my head to the side. “Pay attention,” he said lowly, then smiled slowly at the blood that began running down my cheek.

I shivered at that grin, staring up into his dark eyes…searching. It was there, behind the mask of harsh cruelty…his gentle love. It was always the gentle love that made the play nights like this bearable; that tender love that helped me remember Kirito could only go as far as I let him, as far as I want. Though…I want what he wants and he knows this, knows our desires are intertwined.

Maybe it is the fact that we are brothers that has caused our souls to become so tangled in each other’s, once we allowed it. At times I can’t remember where he ends and I begin.

“Kohta,” the warning growl came again before the gun struck my face. I bite my lip stifling a whimper of pain. “Gomen nasai,” I manage to force out, straining to get my vision to focus, having blurred after the second viscious hit to my head.

Kirito grabbed my chin, forcing my head to stay still. “What will I have to do to keep your attention from waning, boku no kashou subeta?” he mused, he was asking a question, but yet I know I am not supposed to utter a word. He’s showing me I’ve displeased him and I will be punished for my transgression.

He chuckled, but the sound is empty and mirthless as before. He pulls a way from the bed, opening the bottom drawer of the nightstand. Hepulls out a wodden box, plain and curde looking. Without a glance at me Kirito set the box down, pulling the top off and tossing it on the ground with a careless thump.

I strain to see what he is pulling out but he conceals it from my view and all I can hear are slight rustles. Finally, he came back to my side, showing me a silk scarf before wrapping the smooth material over my eyes.

A feeling of panic rises in my abdomen and I consider, begging him to take the blindfold off. But…he was not doing this for my pleasrue, this was a punishment, which meant, my protest would only anger him more. So I close my eyes, straining to hear what he was doing.

“Don’t act so terrified, Kohta,” Kirito purred dangerously. I can feel the cold gun, brushing over my heated skin. I whimper in pain, flinching away when the gun was pressed hard against one of the wounds that it and Kirito had bestowed on my moments earlier. “You love this don’t you, boku no kashou subeta?”

I nod even though he hadn’t really been asking, my stomach started coiling. “Kirito…” I murmur without thinking and soon the back of Kirito’s hand slammed across my face. I squeeze my eyes shut again, cursing myself. “Murata-sama…gomen nasai…” I apologize, turning my head away from where he was sure to be.

I can feel the panic rising again and I want to beg him to take the blindfold off. It was terrifying not being able to see what is happening to me. What was Kirito doing, where was he? A few seconds passed before I feel the bed dip and then Kirito straddling my stomach. He is still wearing his pants; during these sessions they were never removed completely, they were a symbol of position.The rough leather rubbed against my skin as his hand runs down my face, cupping my chin. “Open your mouth,” he commanded in a monotone voice.

I hesitantly obey, opening my mouth. “Wider,” he demands, waiting for my compliance. “What are you doing?” I ask and instantly regret it as a rain of slaps and punches fall on my face. I feel blood running down from my nose and everything feels swollen. I whimper softly. “Murata-sama…” I whisper in a pained voice.

Kirito ignores me, squeeezing my jaw as one would a dog if they wanted to give it medicine. I opened my mouth obediently then as much as I could, ignoring the pain as my face muscles contracted. Within a few moments a long hard phallus was pushed into my mouth and strapped around my head to hold it in place. The tip of the phallus was lodged in the back of my throat and I struggled against my bonds as my air supply became restricted and I could barely get a breath.

I’m sure the corners of Kirito’s mouth are twitching into a smirk, his gaze never wavering from my face. I know my panic is clearly seen and I know he is enjoying the look of terror that is surely showing in my expression. I struggle to take a breath, clenching my hands, beads of sweat running down my body as my muscles strain.

I can hear him moving around and climbing off me and the bed. A soft rustle came from the direction of the box before the bed dipped again. “My precious little Kohta,” he purred. His hand trails down the center of my chest before I feel the side of a cold blade following. I choke slightly, struggling for breath as my heartbeat quickens, making it even harder to breath.

Finally, I feel him release the straps and pull the phallus out, running the dull side of the blade down my swollen cheek. Then the silk blindfold fell away from my eyes and I stare up at him as my eyes adjust to the dimlight. “Murata-sama,” I croak as my throat is scratchy. He chuckles softly, trailing the knife down my throat.

“It is amazing how much you trust me, boku no kashou subeta. I could take your life so easily. You are helpless,” he says, running the knife down my chest. He reaches to my hand ties and releases me, doing the same with my feet.

I stare at him in surprise not sure what to do. He had never done anything like this. “You are mine, Kohta,” he said, stating it as a simple fact, it was. “Turn over,” he commanded. I look at him in confusion but a warning glare causes me to promptly concede, laying on my stomach.

I feel him sit on top of my lower back and I tremble slightly. “I’m going to mark you as mine,” Kirito whispered into my ear. I swallow, feeling the sharp edge of the knife pressing into my skin just under my shoulder blade. A diagnol line he sliced and I whimper in pain, biting my lip hard. “Kirito,” I groan and he cuffs the back of my head.

“Speak to me as you should, Kohta,” Kirito said lowly, bending his head to lap at the blood coming from the long cut. I hear him moan softly, satisfied with the taste. He pulls his tongue away, leaving the would, burning with pain, the agony spreading throughout my body like fire in my veins.

Only moments later two parallel lines had been cut cleanly over the diagnol, ‘Ki’. I want to stop him, but couldn’t as I clung to the sheets with my fists; I really don’t want to stop him. I was his and he wanted this. Again the roughness of his tongue tortured the wounds, licking the blood that sprung forth.

“Murata-sama, please,” I whimper, tears soaking my face. The pain was so intense my vision was almost a complete field of white. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the knife make a short straight line and then the hook shape, ‘ri’. The marking was complete. Anyone who saw my back from now on would know that I was his, know that I belong to him; that is what he wants. Within minutes the final lines had been carved…’to’.

‘Kirito’ was forever carved into my back and I am now his possession forever, and that makes me smile in spite of the pain and dizziness assailing me. I feel the rouch tongue lapping greedily at the blood but soon a soft cloth replaced it and he moved away for but a second and was soon beside me again, bandaging the wounds carefully and tightly.

“You did well, boku no kashou subeta,” Kirito praised and I turn my head, looking at him, flushing slightly at the praise. “Get on your hands and knees,” he said and I obey, shaking slightly, dizzy from the loss of blood and the overwhelming pain. His hand gently cups my chin, turning my head, pressing our lips together. I can tasted the coppery tang of my blood on his lips and tongue, moaning as I lean toward him.

He licks my lips before pulling away. “Now for your reward,” he murmured, moving behdin me. I feel his finger, prodding at my entrance. “Don’t worry about that,” I whimper, pressing back against them. Kirito chuckles, swatting my backside lightly. “You can never have enough pain, can you?” he asks with a hint of amusement.

I shiver. “I want to feel you,” I murmur. I hear his chuckle again and feel his hands part my backside. “I’ll fuck you when I feel like it,” Kirito says, I feel the bed shift and soon his tongue is pressed to the ring of muscle, circling it with practiced eased. “Kirito…don’t,” I moan, trying to squirm away though every muscle that even moves a slight millimeter causes me to nearly scream in agony.

I know he enjoys torturing me like this, teasing me, driving me insane with need. He loves to hear me beg, listening sadistically to my pleading, only to deny me longer. I feel his tongue probe at my entrance, pushing past the tight ring of muscle with practiced ease. "Kirito..." I moan, arching slightly, causing pain to ripple through my body. His only answer was to thrust his tongue, moving it around that would have had be writhing if I could move without so much pain.

After what seemed an eternity of this pleasured torture he pulled away and I could almost envision him licking his lips. I feel his hand now tracing over the clean cuts he had made and I nearly collaspe with the agony again coursing through me. "Please..." I whimper, trembling, straining to keep myself up. The bloodied hand travels down my back, resting on my hips, holding it firmly before the opposite hand did the exact same, resting on the opposite hip. I wait impatiently, knowing what he was about to do, my stomach tightens in anticipation as I try to relax my lower muscles to accept him easily.

There was no other warning before he pressed his length into me quickly and smoothly. I gasp, closing my eyes tightly. "Kirito," I moan, pressing back against him as much as I could stand. I nearly whined when he refused to move, staying still deep within me. "Please, fuck me now," I beg, pressing back again. I hear him chuckle before he squeezes my hips painfully.

Slowly he begins to move, making sure to hit that sweet spot each time. He has my body so memorized that he can easily control when he doles out pleasure and when it is pain. Gods...I love him...He thrusts more quickly now, and I squeeze my ass around him, urging him on. He wraps his hand around my length and I moan loudly, trembling as he strokes me in time with his thrusts.

I know he can make this last for hours but I don't think I can endure that. "Please, hurry," I pant, moving back against him slightly, feeling my own release drawing near. He leans over me, turning my head so he could kiss me, his thrusts now uneven as his breathing quickens. I whimper as he squeezes me, stroking me firmly, drawing my orgasm from me. I cry out as my essence spurts over his hand and the bedsheets, panting softly as my muscles tighten around him and I hear him groan slightly.

"Kohta..." Kirito moaned before he released deep within me and then pulled out of me carefully. A long silence fell over us as he gently pushed me to lay on my stomach and then laying on his side beside me, stroking my face tenderly. "Do you hurt to much?" he asked and I know our playtime is over now.

I shake my head, smiling weakly. "I will be fine, but I don't think I want to move for a month," I reply. He chuckles and kissings my forehead. "You did well, my love," he said, getting up and bringing bandages and creams to work on my back and face. Tenderly he dressed the woulds and then turned my head towards his, kissing me deeply. I return the kiss, meeting his tongue just as forcefully as he did. "I love you," Kirito murmured against my lips. "You are mine and I love you."

"You are mine also," I whisper. "And I love you."

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