Delivery Boys Are Always Horny

This is my first attempt to shove my favorite fanboy into the wonderful world of PORN, by shoving him into a stereotypical porn plot of course. And I also threw in some anime physics for a change of pace (I can't be hardcore ALL the time). Plus, I thought it might be interesting to show the 'domestic' side of Iori and Kyo's Master/Slave relationship.

DELIVERY BOYS ARE ALWAYS HORNY

Kyo hummed a little as he moved through Iori's kitchen, putting away a pair of freshly washed and dried dishes. Iori was in the living room behind him, alternating between strumming on his bass and scribbling notes on a piece of sheet music spread in front of him. Kyo didn't recognize the tune, but it didn't take him long to pick up on the rhythm and hum along as he finished his self-imposed chores and returned to the living room with a bottle of beer.

Iori looked up with a smile and accepted the bottle with a murmur of thanks before he returned to his music. Kyo took a seat on the floor nearby, resting his head against the arm of the chair. Iori automatically reached over to run an affectionate hand over the brunette's hair before he resumed playing.

In two more hours Kyo's twenty-four hours of forced servitude would be up, but they both knew that was no longer an issue. The only change 8pm would bring would be the fact that Kyo could start making a few demands of Iori as well, and one of the first ones he had in mind was to have the bassist put away the guitar and fuck him again, work ethic be damned.

Iori put the final touches on his song and got ready to sit back, only to pause when a shortened version of Led Zeppelin's, Kashmir, filled the air. The redhead reached onto the table beside him and picked up his cell phone before snapping it open with a practiced flick of the wrist. “Moshi moshi.”

Kyo tilted his head up to look at Iori as he spoke. For some reason, it was still a bit surreal to see his lover acting like an everyday person. Especially, when he knew that Iori was far from ordinary.

“Ahhh, it does sound like she misses me. Well, I can hardly let my pretty girl be lonely. If she's all done in the spa you can bring her home.”

Kyo blinked a few times, then scowled. *The fuck?!*

“Oh, and could you send one of those gift baskets I saw last time? The ones with the sparkly collars and gourmet treats? I want her looking her best, there's someone special I want her to meet, so if you could put it on her for me...” Iori chuckled a bit, a pleased smile on his face. “Yes, that'd be perfect. I can't wait to see her again.”

Kyo felt one eye start to develop a tick as the conversation continued. What the hell was this shit about a pretty girl and collars? If Iori already had some bimbo as a pet and expected him to play nice with her the bastard had another think coming.

Iori glanced down at Kyo, he could tell his new pet was starting to get upset, but he had to finish up the conversation before he could properly explain. “Ma, ma...10,000 yen is a bargain, just put the fees on my card. Thanks so much for putting her up at the last minute, I'll see you soon. Oh? A new guy? Sure, I don't mind a new guy. No...I won't break him like I did the last one. What do you take me for?” Iori frowned a moment. “That was not my fault...and I paid all her medical bills. Next time send one that won't fall down a flight of stairs at the sight of me. Hai...athletic sounds perfect. Ja ne.”

Iori flipped the phone closed and turned his attention towards Kyo. The brunette was up on his feet in a blink, those beautiful brown eyes flashing with inner fury.

“Ahoka, Iori?! You've got some bimbo on the side and you didn't tell me?!”

Iori did his best not to smile, he really did, but it was hard not to when all he wanted to do was grin over the fact Kyo cared enough about him to be jealous. “Calm down, Kyo. It's not what you think.”

“Oh...'It's not what you think'...the line always spoken by assholes trying to justify the fact they just got caught in the balls deep in their lover's best friend. That's rich.” Kyo muttered as he stalked towards the closet to get his bag. “Well you can keep your 'pretty girl'. I'm not joining some freaking harem.”

Now, Iori was irritated. He set aside his guitar and made his way over to Kyo. “Stop that. A little possessiveness is fine, but you're letting your jealousy cloud your judgment.”

“I'm not jealous!” Kyo shouted, even though he knew that's exactly what he was. “I refuse to be just another doll in your toy chest.”

Iori just rolled his eyes and yanked Kyo into his arms, holding him close.

Kyo whimpered a little, wishing he could just fry the man for hurting him, but when he was being held so tenderly he couldn't bring himself to even consider it. He slumped in Iori's arms and, after a few moments, pulled him closer.

Iori pressed a gentle kiss to his lover's temple and ran a hand over his soft sable hair. “Really, Kyo. Do you think I could ever feel for anybody else what I do for you? We've known each other far too long for you to actually believe such a thing. Just because our bodies are new to each other it doesn't mean our hearts are.”

Kyo sighed and rubbed his cheek against Iori's chest. He couldn't deny that. Terry had gotten that much right. He knew Iori loved him, even if it was hard to believe at times. And he definitely loved the Yagami heir back. Things were just so awkward now that sex was part of the equation. He wasn't really sure where he stood.

Iori continued to pet Kyo soothingly. “I'm a little shocked you're so upset at the idea of me being with a woman. Especially considering you technically have a girlfriend.”

“That's different.” Kyo muttered. “Our families arranged all that. She knows full well we wouldn't be together if my family didn't want an heir and now that all those clones of me are running around the pressure is off for us to make a baby to pass on the flames. You actually love this woman. I can hear it in your voice.”

Iori smiled at that. “Well, it's true I care about her, but she's not a woman, Kyo.”

Kyo wrinkled his nose. “Ugh. Don't tell me you're playing sugar daddy to some school girl, Iori. You're too damned young to be acting like a dirty old man.”

Iori put a finger to the brunette's lips before he could say anything further. “Kyo. She's a cat. Well, a kitten really.”

Kyo blinked, and slowly shifted his gaze up to Iori's face. “A...cat?”

Iori nodded.

Kyo blinked a few more times. “I got that upset over a cat?”

Iori chuckled and nodded again. “I should be upset with you for assuming the worst about me, but at the moment I'm just touched that you love me enough to be that jealous.”

Kyo blushed a little before he turned away. “I can't believe I did that.”

“I can.” Iori said. “You've got too much passion in you to do anything by halves, but do try to reign it in. I'm a rock star. You'll be seeing me get glomped and dragged into kisses more often than not whenever we travel together. It's par for the course, but meaningless. You'll always be first in my heart.”

Kyo's blush deepened a little at that. He really didn't want to think about fangirls right then, even if he knew Iori was right. Hell, he had his own fair share of fans both male and female, even a couple that went so far as to enter King of Fighters to be close to him. *Speaking of fans...I probably should have left a note for Shingo as well. He can be annoying but he actually does care about me.*

~*~*~*~

Shingo suddenly let out a sneeze and looked around the room, wondering what had brought it on. "Oro?"

*Somebody must be talking about me. I wonder who?*

There was no real way to figure something like that out though, so he went back to sweeping the floor. He knew a new King of Fighters tournament was coming up and he wanted to have some extra cash on hand for travel expenses.

Sweeping litter off the floors of a cat hotel might not have been the most glamorous job, but it was easy enough, didn't interfere with his studies, and it let him enjoy playing with the cute kitty cats he couldn't have in the postage stamp he called an apartment. He'd just finished dumping out the dustpan when his his boss suddenly appeared in the doorway.

“Na, kimi. I need you to make a delivery.”

Shingo blinked and quickly put the broom and dustpan away. “Sure! Where to, Kenta-san?”

Kenta held up the delivery slip. “Tenkata Condominiums. Not far at all.”

Shingo smiled brightly and accepted the slip, brightening a bit more when he saw the name. “Ah! Yagami-san! I didn't know he had a cat.”

“You know him?” Kenta asked.

Shingo nodded enthusiastically. “Of course! We were both in the last King of Fighters tournament.”

“Oh yeah...you do participate in those, don't you? Well that makes you a perfect choice.” Kenta said with a smile. “Come on I'll introduce you to his precious pet before we get her ready to go.”

Shingo grinned and tucked the slip into his pocket before he followed. It would be nice to see Iori again. He always looked so cool. It was a shame he couldn't seem to get along with his idol. They would make an amazing team.

~*~*~*~

“How long are you going to sulk, Kyo?” Iori asked as he looked at Kyo's back.

“Until my pride stops smarting.” Kyo snapped back, still upset that he'd gotten upset.

Iori reached out to snag Kyo's wrist, before yanking the brunette onto his lap. “Ochitsuke yo. You need to learn to deal with embarrassment and humiliation gracefully.” A dark smile touched the red-head's lip before he leaned in to whisper in Kyo's ear. “After all...the club wasn't a one time thing. I definitely plan to take you back and make you scream as I shove my cock up your ass on the dance floor.”

Kyo sucked in a sharp breath as the dirty little promise sent blood rushing to his cock.

Iori chuckled and reached down to cup the growing bulge. “You like that idea, don't you, Kyo-chan? You want another taste of being fucked in front of an audience. Or was it the group sex that turned you on? You let out the most delightful moans when you were being double-teamed.”

Kyo whimpered even as he arched against Iori's hand. “D-don't say it like that. You make me sound like a slut.”

“You are a slut.” Iori whispered huskily, nibbling on the shell of Kyo's ear. “Seeing you get sucked off by Andy was so hot. It's a shame Terry wouldn't let you fuck him. I loved the expression on your face when you were tormenting him.”

Kyo shivered as the memories came flooding back. “Teme...you're not supposed to like it when I'm with someone else.”

“But weren't with someone else, Kyo-chan.” Iori murmured before he drew Kyo's earlobe between his teeth for a few short sucks. “You were with me and WE had some fun with another couple. It's only someone else when I'm not there. And for the record, if that happens? The person you're with will get a very personal demonstration of the Maiden Masher.”

Kyo had to smile a bit at that. “Now who's jealous?”

“I told you, a little possessiveness is fine.” Iori said with a smile of his own. “As long as you don't let jealousy cloud your judgment.”

~*~*~*~

Shingo parked his scooter in a small spot between two delivery trucks and dropped a few coins into the meter before looking up at the apartment building. It was a nice one, not too old, not brand new, with a tasteful fusion of East and West that gave it a kind of understated elegance. In other words, it screamed money...not old money, but money nonetheless. He double-checked the apartment number and let out a low whistle. “Penthouse...impressive.”

There was a tiny mewl from somewhere behind him and the young man turned to peer into the pet carrier strapped to the back of his scooter. “Don't worry, Kiri. You'll be back home with your daddy real soon.”

The little kitten stared at Shingo's smiling face with huge, golden eyes before mewling again and pawing at her brand new collar.

Shingo was hard pressed not to squeal at that. “Kawaii!!”

He enjoyed the show a few more seconds before he stood straight and slapped himself on the cheeks. “Yosh! Time to get in a bit of the workout and take the stairs. I'll give myself fifteen minutes.” Shingo looked down at his watch and started the timer. “And...go!”

Kiri blinked a bit as she was suddenly whisked off the back of the scooter along with a gift basket. The world was suddenly passing by in a blur as a small dust storm was kicked up behind them. This was not SOP and if she'd been able to catch her breath she would have let out a mewl of protest.

~*~*~*~

Kyo let out a throaty moan as Iori forced him to splay his legs a little wider, making certain he, and his entire package, were in full view of the front door. He was once again feeling that odd mix of anticipation and trepidation as he thought about the potential reaction of the poor delivery boy on his way over from the cat hotel. “I thought you promised not to break the delivery boy.”

Iori just chuckled and shifted the chain on Kyo's collar, making certain it was in full view as well before he nibbled his pet's shoulder. “Delivery boys are always horny, Kyo-chan. Once he gets over the shock of it being two men, he'll be crowing over this story with his buddies for years to come. We'll be fuel for his guilty homoerotic fantasies.”

“Nnnnn....but not everyone has homoerotic fantasies.” Kyo purred, tilting his head so those nibbles could move along his throat.

“Only a small minority.” Iori replied. “The rest just don't like to admit it.”

Kyo shivered and wiggled his hips, making sure the cleft of his ass was caressing Iori's still clothed cock. “And what are you going to do if he wants to join in?” It was getting easier and easier to play the part of tease.

Iori growled. “If he's cute enough I might just let him. I've got plenty of condoms, and I'd still like to see you fucking some pretty boy toy.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Shingo skidded to a halt outside the penthouse door and checked his watch, completely oblivious to the poor swirly-eyed kitten in her carrier. “Yatta! Fourteen minutes!”

The teen grinned and turned back to the door to knock. *I wonder if Yagami-san is going to attend the tournament this year? His flames are almost as cool as Kusangi-san's.

Iori smiled at the knock and pulled Kyo's leg up a bit more so it draped over the arm of the chair before he called out. “Come in.”

Shingo swung open the door, his usual cheery smile in place only to stop dead at the sight before him. It didn't really come to him as a full picture, more like little snapshots as his mind went into overdrive trying to prevent total meltdown.

Kyo blinked as it sank in that this was no random delivery boy, but someone he knew very well. As such it took him a couple seconds to stop nibbling at Iori's fingers and stare back.

“Kusangi-san?” Shingo asked in a tiny voice.

Kyo let out a slightly nervous laugh. “Uh...Ossu, Shingo-tan?”

Shingo stared a couple more seconds before a fountain of blood gushed from his nose and he crumpled to the ground like a paper doll.

Both Kyo and Iori simply stared at him a moment, before the bassist put a hand to his forehead and began laughing.

Kyo grimaced and pulled away from his lover. “Teme! This is no time for your creepy laughs. He might actually be hurt.”

Iori dropped his head to the chest, letting his laughter die out as his pet rushed to the fallen boy's side. “Calm down, Kyo. If he can handle the beating you gave him at the end of the last tournament a fall like that is nothing.”

Kyo didn't even grace that with a response. “Oi, Shingo! Say something!” the brunette said as he attempted to pull the teen up, only to realize Shingo had gone as limp as a paper doll as well. “Ohhh, this can't be good.”

Iori padded over and brushed Kyo's hands aside before lifting Shingo into his arms, bridal style. “I'm sure all he needs is rest. We'll let him take the bed."

The red-head frowned ever so slightly as he began heading to the bedroom. Shingo seemed to be a bit heavier than he recalled, more...solid. "Hmm, he put on muscle since last year.”

“That's because he's been training with my old man. That geezer is a sadist.” Kyo muttered.

“Oh?” Iori asked.

“Not your kind of sadist, hentai.” Kyo bit out as he picked up the cat carrier and treat basket. Kiri's eyes finally cleared enough for her to see a little, and the face of the boy that had made her dizzy blurred then merged with the one currently peering at her, making her give Kyo an angry hiss.

“Great...the cat already hates me.” Kyo muttered as he lowered the carrier and followed Iori into the bedroom.

The singer had laid Shingo out on the bed and was at work pulling off the teen's sneakers. “Go ahead and let her out. I imagine she's sick of that cage.”

Kyo did so and Kiri immediately bolted from the carrier and over to her master. Iori set aside Shingo's sneakers and picked her up, making a cooing sound as she rubbed her cheek against his own. “Hello there, pretty girl. I see you brought an old acquaintance with you this time.”

Kyo felt his eye twitch return. How the hell could Iori coo over his damned cat when Shingo was passed out cold on their bed because of a perverted game?

Iori looked back down at Shingo and tilted his head. “Hmm...he's actually not that bad looking when he's out of that hideous uniform.” Crimson eyes slid over the boy's prone body appreciatively. It was rare for someone so muscular to also be 'cute'. He was about to stand up when a stray thread on the ankle of the boy's jeans caught Iori's eye and he reached out to pluck it off.

Kyo stomped over and knocked Iori's hand aside. “Stop that! It's indecent.”

“Touching his ankle is indecent?” Iori asked.

“Of course it is, because there's no way that that's all you're thinking of doing. The only reason he's on the bed right now is because of your little games!”

“Hountou?” Iori asked, his voice taking on a dangerous edge.

Kyo was a bit too worked up to sense the peril. “Everything about this was for your own pleasure. You act like a...like a...”

“Master?” Iori supplied as he got to his feet and pulled out an all too familiar belt.

*Kuso!! And I was doing so good too!* Kyo thought to himself as Iori pulled the crimson leather into a loose loop then snapped closed with a jerk of both hands.

~TBC