A Dove on a Tether | By : bitterfig Category: Gravitation > General Views: 1974 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Author: Bitterfig
Title: A Dove on a Tether
Fandom: Gravitation
Pairing: Seguchi Tohma/Yuki Eiri/ Shindou Shuuichi
Summary: Yuki Eiri’s compulsion to test the limits of anyone who cares about him results in a fairly disastrous threesome.
Word Count: 1572
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, angst, fairly graphic sexual stuff, threesome, violence, amateur bdsm gone wrong.
Author’s Note: I see Seguchi Tohma as a total seme but for all his power there is something about him fragile as a piece of porcelain. I don’t think Yuki Eiri can resist breaking beautiful things.
A Dove on a Tether
The vertical slats of the headboard reminded Tohma of the bars of a cage. He knew it wasn’t a good idea. They all knew it wasn’t a good idea. Shindou Shuuichi was going along with it for the same reason he was—because Eiri said it was what he wanted, when what he really wanted was to test them, to push their devotion to him over the limit, to prove to himself he was worthless and unloved. Tohma had agreed to it assuming Shuuichi would decline. Shuuichi had probably agreed hoping Tohma would refuse. Now, neither of them would be the one to back out, and Eiri was as always relentless in his pursuit of unhappiness.
Once, when he was fourteen or fifteen years old, Tohma had read The Book of Laughter and Forgetting by the Czechoslovakian author Milan Kundera. At one point in the story, a man had made love with both his wife and mistress, the three of them together. None of them had seemed to enjoy it in the least. Tohma had been deeply offended when he read this. Young, sheltered and very inexperienced, he had at that time an almost religious awe of sexuality. He believed it could redeem, heal, save souls. The idea that there was sex without pleasure, without a bond of love being created, was wholly alien and repulsive to him.
So much had changed since then. So much that he was willing to be with Shuuichi and Eiri, the three of them together for all the wrong reasons, with no expectation of love or salvation. He wondered if Shindou Shuuichi had ever heard of Milan Kundera.
Lying naked on his brother-in-law’s bed, Tohma reached back and grasped the slats of the headboard with both hands. Eiri twined the scarf around his wrists. It was something he had given his wife years before. A silk Pucci of 1950’s vintage with a dazzling pattern of corals and pinks deepening to red.
“Nice,” Eiri purred, knotting it tightly. Tohma wondered if Shindou Shuuichi had ever heard of Pucci.
Tohma was deeply uncomfortable with what was happening. Because he was physically delicate, slender, and fragile, feminine in his voice and movements, boyish in looks, people often wanted to do things to him, wanted to dominate him. For this reason, he usually (very deliberately) avoided being submissive in sexual encounters … particularly with other men and especially with Eiri.
As much as Yuki Eiri meant to him, and Eiri meant everything, Tohma did not trust his judgment. Eiri was damaged, unstable. He had shown time and time again that he could not take care of himself. To give him responsibility over another person was as dangerous as handing a child a loaded gun. And yet, he was allowing it against his better judgment.
“Beautiful,” Eiri whispered, lighting a cigarette. “Like a captive angel. Shuuichi, get over here.” Shuuichi approached cautiously. He was flushed as pink as his hair. Eiri took his partner’s hand, guided it over Tohma’s body. They began kissing, undressing each other, then Eiri once more directed Shuuichi to Tohma. Hesitantly, the boy kissed him.
He was a remarkably sweet kisser. That was the only way to describe it. Like cotton candy, something delicious melting in your mouth and making you want another bite. He moved on top of Tohma, moaning with disarming openness as their pelvises rubbed together, his hands wildly exploring Tohma’s face, raking through his hair. Tohma sucked on his fingers, his lips, and his tongue, whatever was nearest, arching eagerly against the man who was supposed to be his rival.
Tohma had not expected to respond to Shuuichi so strongly. He had always regarded the singer as something of an overgrown child, but he found something infectious in the boy’s guileless abandon. Though Shuuichi had every reason to dislike and mistrust Tohma, he held nothing back. It was almost touching. Perhaps he still believed, as Tohma had once believed, that sex was by nature an act of love and not of power. How was it possible that even after Aizawa Tachi’s assault he could be so unguarded?
Shuuichi’s movements escalated, his cries reaching a crescendo of urgency. Before he could reach his climax, Eiri, who had been standing by grimly smoking yet another cigarette, stepped in and pulled them apart.
“Not yet,” Eiri said harshly. He bodily hauled Shuuichi upward till the singer was straddling Tohma’s chest. Easing him forward, Eiri stroked Shuuichi’s cock, moved it to Tohma’s mouth while smoothing its head against his brother-in-law’s lips. “Suck him,” he ordered. It was awkward, pinned flat as he was, but Tohma took Shuuichi into his mouth. Eiri was pressed against Shuuichi’s back, kissing him, one hand caressing Tohma.
The boy didn’t last long, minutes, before he shuddered violently and hot, bitter liquid filled Tohma’s throat. He gagged and managed to turn his head to the side, almost vomiting the stuff. As Tohma struggled to catch his breath, Eiri unceremoniously pushed Shuuichi aside.
“Hey,” Shuuichi protested. Eiri grabbed a handful of Tohma’s hair and harshly ground his face into the come he had just spit out.
“Eiri-san, what are you doing?” Tohma sputtered when Eiri released him, coughing and gasping for breath. Eiri knelt between his splayed thighs, hovering over him.
“Where are your wings, little angel?” Eiri whispered, raking his fingers over Tohma’s chest, settling around his nipples. “Were they taken away? Were they torn off?” He squeezed hard, harder, twisted. It hurt. Tohma clenched his teeth as involuntary tears welled up in his eyes. Eiri licked his cheek, licked the tears away. “You taste like almonds. Marzipan. Cyanide. Tainted little angel, dirty little dove.”
“Yuki, you’re being really weird … even for you,” Shuuichi said
Eiri pinched the tender skin inside his brother-in-law’s thigh between his fingernails. Tohma yelped in pain and again at the next pinch and the next.
“Stop it, Eiri-san,” he cried.
“Shut up,” Eiri snarled with a feral intensity, clamping his hand over Tohma’s face, covering both his mouth and nose. Eyes narrowed, he seemed like an animal toying with its prey.
Tohma couldn’t breath. Eiri was grinding against him, trying to enter him as he tried to twist free, kick him away. “Stop squirming, damn it,” Eiri snapped.
“Yuki, cut it out,” Shuuichi yelled. “I think you’re getting carried away…” He started tugging at Eiri’s arm.
“Back off, brat.” Eiri growled, letting go of Tohma to shove Shuuichi away. Tohma managed to pull himself upright, pressing as close as he could to the headboard, knees drawn to his chest. Eiri turned those animal eyes back on him. “Like a dove on a tether, battering itself bloody.” He caught Tohma’s thighs, hauling him back down on the bed and pinning him flat beneath him.
“Shuuichi, make yourself useful. Help me hold him down.” Eiri ordered, but Shuuichi at least was not going to help. He was screaming.
“I don’t want to play this game anymore,” he shrieked at Eiri. “There, I’m the one who said it. Now, can we just stop, please?”
Tohma was just trying to breathe, with Eiri’s weight pressing against his chest and the choking smoke of his cigarette so close to his face. So close. Almost close enough to burn … and that murderous look in Eiri’s eyes. Tohma could almost feel the glowing cherry of the cigarette searing into his cheek.
He hadn’t even been aware Shuuichi was fumbling with the scarf until the knot gave. Suddenly, his hands were free and they instinctively flew to shield his face. Eiri’s cigarette crushed against his wrist. Tohma cried out sharply as Shuuichi pulled him away. He clung to the younger man, his heart palpitating in his chest like the captive bird Eiri to which had likened him.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Yuki?” Shuuichi yelled. “Have you totally lost your mind?”
Eiri visibly slumped, his shoulders, his head drooping.
“I don’t know why I did that,” he muttered, more to himself than either of them. “I didn’t mean to. I couldn’t help myself, I…”
“You’re a sadistic bastard. You were going to really hurt him.”
“I couldn’t help myself. Why do I want to hurt people so much? What’s the matter with me?”
The burn on Tohma’s wrist seethed and throbbed in pain; his heart still pounded deafeningly in his ears, but he was calm now. He knew where he stood and what he needed to do. He pulled away from Shuuichi and knelt beside Eiri.
“Eiri-san, listen to me,” he said softly but with authority, caressing his brother-in-law’s cheek. “You’re not to blame. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m the one who allowed this to happen…”
“What do you mean ‘allowed this to happen’?” Shuuichi yelled. “You couldn’t stop him.”
“This is my fault, Eiri-san,” Tohma continued. “I let you have this when I should have known it was more than you could handle.”
Eiri pressed his forehead against Tohma’s, shutting out everything else. Shutting out Shuuichi who somewhere in the background was screeching something about how Eiri was a grown man, how he had to take responsibility for the things he did. They were both still naked, but sex no longer mattered. They were close, as they were meant to be. They were connected. This was love—the only kind of love Tohma still believed in.
“I promise you, Eiri-san,” Tohma whispered. “Next time, I’ll be more careful with you.”
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