Delivery Boys Are Always Horny

Okay, Chapter Two, my attempt to pull Shingo into the gutter with the rest of my bishie collection continues. Good thing for him blushes and nosebleeds aren't fatal. Please remember to feed the author. Reviews and cherry cola are my favorites. ^_^

Warnings: M/s, bondage, toys, forced voyeurism, seduction of the innocent, UST and nosebleeds.

DELIVERY BOYS ARE ALWAYS HORNY

Shingo groaned a little and slowly opened his eyes, trying to remember where he was and what he'd been doing a moment before. A soft meow and the prick of tiny claws brought his attention to his chest, where he found Kiri cheerfully trying to fluff the stylized sun and moon of his printed tee.
“Yamero.” he chided as he gently removed her claws and looked around. He was, thankfully, laying fully clothed on a large canopy bed, sans the canopy. The room itself was neatly arranged and practically spotless, the only sign of dirt being a crystal ashtray containing a few crushed butts.

Shingo frowned at that and sat up, still cradling Kiri to his chest. The kitten was important, though for the life of him he couldn't really remember why. He must have been sent to take her to her owner, but what happened after that? Shingo reached up to rub the back of his head, only to hiss when he encountered a tender spot. “Itai!”

A bit of gentle prodding revealed that it wasn't bloody or swollen, so he left it be and slid out of bed. Maybe he'd tripped and hit his head? It wouldn't be the first time, but it usually didn't end with him being knocked out.

Shingo carefully set the kitten at his feet and began making his way to the door. It was eerily silent in the bedroom, like it had been soundproofed or something. He couldn't even hear the sound of traffic passing by outside. He opened the door a tiny crack and peered into the hallway beyond. All he saw was two walls with photo frames spaced at even intervals. Rather than photos however, they held recording awards. That seemed even more important for some reason and he quietly slid out of the room to investigate, making certain to keep the kitten trapped in the room behind him. He'd only gone a few steps when he began to hear something...something like...moaning?

Suddenly, it all came flooding back and Shingo found himself sliding to his knees, one hand clamped over his face to contain not only his cry of shock, but also any potential nosebleeds. He'd walked in on Iori and Kyo having sex! And not just any sex, but kinky, bondage sex!

The moaning grew a little louder, and Shingo was hard pressed not to just run back into the bedroom, and lock the door behind him. It was tempting, but that would only leave him trapped when the exit had to be in the opposite direction. *Maybe I can sneak past them? If they're having sex they might not notice me...and even if they do I'm sure they won't mind if I run right past to leave them alone. Yeah...that's what I should do. Just run right past and leave them alone.*

Even though he said 'run' in his mind, Shingo found himself creeping down the hall, terrified of what he might find. The distance wasn't especially great, but it may as well have been miles. He passed a bathroom and a couple closed doors on the way, but barely spared them a glance. When he finally emerged at the end of the hall it was to find a surprisingly large kitchen and dining area on one side and a living room on the other. What he saw once he peeked into the living room portion had him wondering if hiding in the bedroom might not have been the best option after all.

Kyo was bent over, face planted in the carpet, with what looked like his headband acting as a gag. His wrists were bound to a t-bar that kept his legs splayed wide with his ass up in the air and his skin was flushed, as if from embarrassment, but the expression on his face seemed closer to desire At first, it looked like all of this was taking place with Kyo fully dressed in his school uniform, but a small shift in position revealed the fact his chest was still bare.

“You may as well stop hiding in the hallway, Yabuki. I know you're there.”

Shingo jumped at the familiar baritone and reluctantly left the relative safety of the hallway to face Iori. The redhead was sitting on the lone chair in the room, his legs crossed at the knee and his chin resting against one fist. In the other hand he held what looked like a small remote. As Shingo watched, Iori pressed a button on the device and Kyo let out a strangled moan, his entire body jerking as if from an electric shock.

“Remote-controlled egg vibrator.” Iori commented, his voice so serene it could have almost passed for conversational...almost. The tiny smirk that came after he uttered those words made Shingo want to cover himself for some reason, even though he was fully clothed. “Perfect for punishing naughty subs that forget their place.”

Shingo swallowed nervously, doing his damnedest not to let his gaze stray over to Kyo. It was like trying to keep an eye on a tiger when you already had a dragon at your back. Nevertheless, he managed to keep his voice mostly steady as he pointed to the front door. “G-gomen. It looks like I've interrupted something...private. So, I'll just be going.”

Iori turned his gaze away from Kyo, to focus on Shingo for the moment. The more he looked, the cuter the kid got, an impressive trick really, considering he'd always thought of the teen as nothing more than a mild nuisance before. “Iie.”

Shingo blinked and once again felt that urge to cover himself. “Sumimasen?”

“Iie.” Iori repeated. “As in no, non, nein, nyet, aniyo...need any other examples?”

Shingo blinked again, his mind rapidly trying to keep up with all the languages that had just been tossed at him. “Eto...”

“You've caused me quite a bit of inconvenience, Yabuki Shingo.” Iori murmured. “I'm afraid I have to ask for compensation.”

“Oro?” Shingo asked, unaware he'd started to back away.

Iori pressed another button on the remote, dropping the intensity of the vibrator thrumming away deep within his pet's body. “I put a lot of effort into helping Kyo accept our new relationship, but one look at you and he almost backslid to where it all began.”

This time Shingo couldn't help but flick his gaze over to Kyo, and what he saw made his heart skip a few beats. A slit had been cut in the seat of Kyo's slacks, leaving a small portion of his bottom exposed. The fact that said portion was Kyo's rectum made it pretty clear the damage had been deliberate, especially since a thin wire that he could only assume belonged to the aforementioned 'egg' was dangling from the hole.

Shingo once again clamped a hand to his face, there was no stopping the trickle of blood from his nose this time. He was starting to feel a bit light-headed. It was just too, too much. If Iori hadn't been between him and the door he would have bolted right then and there. Anything to get away from the utter confusion running through his mind at that moment.

Iori continued to close the distance between them, and it wasn't long before Shingo felt his back bump into one of the dining room chairs. “Ya-yagami-san?”

Iori just smiled and leaned forward, forcing Shingo to literally bend over backwards in his efforts to keep a bit of distance between them. "Ore ga kowaii no ka?"

Shingo swallowed again, straining to get away. “H-hai?”

“Good answer.” Iori all but purred. “Now normally, I'd claim your young, virgin ass as payment.”

Shingo squeaked at that and bent back even further, as if he were trying to become one with the chair behind him. Kyo made some kind of muffled sound of protest, only to arch up with a strangled cry as Iori casually lifted a hand and pressed a button on the remote again. This time Shingo didn't look, he didn't dare remove his eyes from Iori. Somewhere along the way his little world had gotten turned on its ear and he could tell that however he reacted to the bassist was going to determine if it ever righted itself again. Unfortunately, this was no tournament, no impromptu battlefield so the concept of fighting never entered his mind, only survival.

Iori made a tsking sound, then once again focused on Shingo. “As I was saying...'normally' I'd demand your ass as payment...but seeing as Kyo is still quite new to this I'll just have you get him out of his current predicament instead.”

Shingo felt his cock surge to life as some deeply buried part of his psyche gleefully broke free from its confines to whisper a subtle notion on just what that might entail. The unexpected hard-on only made the teen's blush darken even more. Even with no solid images, the fact he was aroused at all was more than enough to embarrass him, especially when Iori shifted position so that one powerful, leather-encased thigh was pressed against the tight bulge in his jeans.

“Mmmm, seems this part of you likes the idea at least.” Iori murmured, his voice clearly amused.

Shingo tried to avert his gaze, but Iori just took hold of his chin with one powerful hand and forced it back again. He'd never really been on the receiving end of this particular brand of the Yagami stare, and it made his heart trip into double-time.

Iori let his fingers drift from the teen's chin to the hollow of his throat where his pulse fluttered against alabaster fingers, like a moth beating against a window. “You've never let yourself really consider it, have you? What you 'really' want Kyo-chan to do to you.”

Shingo dropped his gaze then, feeling shame flood his system. That was mostly true. He'd gotten as far as imagining a hug, maybe even a kiss before embarrassment had forced him to cut the daydreams short. Now that he'd somehow managed to fall through the rabbit hole and land in an S&M Wonderland, those innocent little fantasies were back in force and a lot more involved.

Iori laughed a little and shot a triumphant look at Kyo. /I told you he'd be willing./ it said.

/Fine. You don't have to rub it in you smug bastard./ Kyo's glare responded.

“Kusanagi-san my Master.” Shingo murmured. “I'm not supposed to feel that way about my Master.”

Somehow, even though he was trapped against a chair witnessing an up close and personal bondage scenario, Shingo managed to keep the word 'Master' from sounding dirty. He meant it in a platonic way and both men could tell. Unfortunately, when his body was hard at work betraying him that innocence was no longer enough. He'd unwittingly stepped out of the circle of protection that had made it seem like a crime to ruin his naive charm and straight into the zone that made it irresistible not to. And even Kyo could sense it.


~TBC