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Fall

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Ronin boys, I’m just borrowing them for a little bit and I promise to put them back somewhat unharmed. And I don’t want to hear about who Kento is the bearer of Hardrock. The translation of the armor he wears in Japanese is actually diamond, which is one of the hardest natural rocks you’ll ever find and is also clear, which I think is supposed to be part of the reason why he can see through Dais’s illusions.

          Halloween evening had finally come to their home.

Outside, the red-gold leaves fell in droves onto WhiteBlaze as he slept. But just as any cat would, the tiger simply rolled over onto his back or sides when he deemed it necessary. The dead leaves would crunch under his massive body just as any other creature would if he had done the same to him. For some reason, Rowen mused as he watched the giant cat in between stirring dinner; it was just funnier to see a large beast roll and jump in the leaves as lively as any of the youths.

Rowen took extra care not to get any food onto him while he cooked. He was dressed in the costume that he had been planning to show off at dinner. A zombie chef had prepared the meal, dutifully carrying on his job even if there was a fake knife sticking out of his chest. He raised a spoonful of the stew he had convinced the others to let him make this night, and silently wondered what they were all wearing.

Kento came in and placed a kiss on Rowen’s shoulder while he was in mid-stir. He turned to find that Kento had obviously slept the day away and hadn’t bothered to get changed into a costume. At least, that’s what he thought until he realized that the sweatshirt Kento was wearing said “Cleverly disguised as a responsible adult.”

Rowen laughed and shook his head, very much amused. “It fits you very well.”

“I thought so,” Kento agreed as he leaned over Rowen’s shoulder to take a sniff at dinner. “What is that?”

“Pumpkin soup, it’s my grandmother’s recipe.”

“It looks like someone threw up.”

“Oh thank you so much for that lovely description Kento,” Cye moaned from the doorway. He was dressed up in a sheet and holding a rake.

“I’m not even going to guess what you are,” Rowen said, turning back to dinner.

“I’m Triton. I thought it was obvious.”

“Trust Cye to pick obscure things and think that they’re clearer than crystal,” Rowen muttered, taking a sip. “Try this Cye; you’re the gourmet cook, is this close to decent?”

Cye took the offered spoon, tasting the stew that had made Kento grossed out. “It’s missing something, but I’m not quite sure what. Have you tried adding nutmeg?”

“All the seasonings are in there. It’s supposed to taste like that.”

“Oh. Well far be it from me to disagree with your grandmother.”

“Rowen,” called a quiet voice. “What on earth did you kill in here?”

The others turned to see Sage dressed up in a police uniform, including the hat and the handcuffs.

            “Jesus Sage,” Rowen grumbled. “You are the most finicky eater on the planet. Just try something else for a change would you? It’s pumpkin soup.”

            “First you tell me that we’re supposed to carve the thing, now we’re supposed to eat it? You Americans need a lot of help.”

            Rowen picked up the cleaver that he had used to cut up everything and threw it at Sage, who stood there calmly while the carving knife buried itself into the wall next to his head. He was not impressed by the display of Rowen’s temper, or of his aim. “I am so sick of everyone criticizing my cooking. If you have nothing nice to say, then I want everyone out of here yesterday!” he shouted, drawing startled looks, and pointed at the door.

            Sage raised the tip of the cap sexily so that both of his eyes showed and began to stand up from where he had been leaning against the wall. He walked over to the incensed cook and gave him a mind-numbing kiss, calming him.

Cye cuddled up into Kento’s arms, enjoying the scene. The four of them had been having a lot of fun recently in each others’ bedrooms, and at the moment, their sexual business was starting to leak into the daytime world almost daily. He himself had started the whole big affair when he climbed into Kento’s bed one night for warmth.

When Sage broke the kiss, he stood up to his full height, about an inch taller than Rowen when he was slouching and ran his thumb over the blue haired youth’s bottom lip. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feeling Rowen, it is just that I am not used to the kind of food you would like to make. And I am not nearly as much of a picky eater as you might think.”

“Why do I doubt that?” Rowen asked teasingly. He pulled Sage closer to him, feeling the blonde’s hardened sex pressing somewhat into his thigh.

“Do you have a night stick in there officer, or are you just happy to see me?” he teased.

“Depends,” Sage answered slowly. “Do you need me to bust your ass down to the station for questioning?”

That drew a laugh from Cye, “Only if we get to watch, right Kento?”

Kento ground his hips to Cye’s back, “You are such a voyeur.”

“But only when it’s appropriate.”

“You’re just oversexed.” Rowen smiled roguishly. “Has anyone seen our fearless leader?” he asked, shifting the topic.

“You mean the one that threatened to kill me if I opened the shades this morning?” Kento rolled his eyes. “Why is Ryo in such a bad mood anyway?”

“It’s fall. The rainy season is coming and it’s much less hot, he hates it. Remember, he is the one who likes to meditate inside of volcanoes.”

“We could go try to cheer him up,” Cye suggested lazily, running his tongue over his teeth in a sexy manner.

“Cye, you’re talking about virgin-boy here, remember?” Rowen chided. “I don’t think he’d put up well with some of the games that you like to play with others.”

“Oh as if I’d be the one to hurt him. Sage is much crueler and you know it. For that matter, Kento isn’t all that far behind him in nastiness.”

“I beg your pardon!” Cye’s eyes bulged as he was squished into uncomfortable silence by the large Ronin. “You want to say that again? And think carefully before answering.”

“I only meant that you get a little carried away sometimes... that and you spank hard.”

Sage was leering up the steps to where Ryo’s room was, ignoring the conversation around him. He still had a fascination with the firebug that was surely unholy. He wanted him so bad. “Shall we go upstairs and convince Ryo to show us his costume?”

“Oh yes,” Cye smiled.

“Wait a minute,” Kento halted the other two before they got very far. “What about WhiteBlaze? He would eat us if Ryo asked him to.”

“Well you see my faithfully unobservant friend,” Rowen began as he turned off the stove, forgetting about dinner for the time being. “WhiteBlaze is outside as we speak, catching some sunlight before the world is covered in dark and stars.”

“Then I suggest,” Sage grinned, straitening his hat. “That we go wake up sleeping beauty in the fashion that Disney would most certainly not have approved of.”

The climb up the stairs was short and swift. Each youth had thoughts about the wonderful things they would do to their leader. And none were to ever be repeated in polite society.

Cye himself wanted to know what it would be like to feel the hot young man against his skin, as he himself was rather cool to the touch. Rowen wanted to see how Ryo would react to ice being used on him, see if it drove him as wild as his namesake would imply. Kento, he wanted to flay the little brat in retaliation for never letting the shower run cold for a while after one of his burning showers, the faucets were always too hot to touch, and when you finally could, the water was hot enough to cook you. Sage wanted to claim the little firebug once and for all.

While Cye had made it clear that he could play with Rowen and Kento, they were his. And besides, he’d been lusting after the skittish sex kitten for many years since the fall of the Dynasty. He had seen Ryo grow from a child being pushed to hard, to a youth full of the same fire and passion as his namesake. The barer of the armor of Wild Fire was exactly what he both needed and wanted.

Gathering at the top of the stairs in front of Ryo’s door, a battle plan was decided upon. Kento would go first, to drag Ryo out and hold him while the poor boy was being molested by the others. It was a good plan, for as strong as Ryo got when he was sleep deprived, Kento could still just sit on him to make sure he stopped moving completely. He also knew all pressure points on the human body and it was easy for him to incapacitate someone.

Kento had not anticipated that the room would be as black as pitch when he entered it. Ryo, for the most part left the curtains and the furniture in his room the same way it had been when he had moved in: in other words, a total mismatch. So it was odd to see that there was an actual color scheme, odder still that it was black.

When he shut the door, it took him a moment to realize that there was no source of light at all aside from four candles on Ryo’s dresser. The little light that they did cast was very odd, it was so slight that they didn’t even cause shadows around the room. That, and the candle light was not yellow-white like he would have thought, they were actually a very pale blue.

The objects holding the candles were almost as bad. Each one was held in place by a skull shaped base. And with their own unique placement, the little bit of light that had been coming from the candles, was exiting through the mouth of the skulls. It had a very creepy effect of making everything in the nearby proximity glow.

Before the candles were pictures. One picture of each of the youths was in front of each of them. Off to the side was a collection of matches, cotton swabs and liquid, scissors, and a knife. What the hell? Has Ryo gone Satanic on us or something?

That was when he heard the slight shuffling noise. There was just enough light in the room to show that there was someone else in there. Again, dressed in black, the being began to walk towards him. And they did so very slowly.

The loud scream from inside the room startled everyone who was waiting outside the room. Kento tore out of there a few seconds later.

He was panting and catching his breath, not quite sure how to describe what he had seen. He eventually told them about the darkness, the candles, the eerie atmosphere, and the person dressed in black. He could see that the others were getting worried as well about the alternative dimension that had been Ryo’s room.

“But what made you scream?” Cye asked.

Kento recounted the last few moments he had been inside the room. The figure was walking towards him. “They raised their head... there was no face. Nothing, absolutely nothing was there to even look back at me. Then they sort of got mad at me for being there or something and suddenly pointed at the door. Well, I high-tailed it out of there, I know better.”

“Tell me, Kento,” Rowen snidely began. “Did it have feet?” he was referring to the legend that Japanese ghosts didn’t have any.

“Did it have any...? I don’t know Rowen! I’m not making this up!”

“Okay, okay.” Sage calmed him down. “What about Ryo?”

“I didn’t see any sign of him in there. What if that thing’s got him?”

“Then let’s go get him back,” Cye suggested.

Re-entering the room brought new enlightenment. Either something really had taken root in Ryo’s bedroom or Ryo had entirely flipped his lid.

The others saw now what Kento had seen earlier. The candles, the skulls, the pictures, the objects near them, and the hooded figure, they were all there. In fact, the person was now standing in front of the substitute altar and was busy pouring different kinds of powder into the flames of the skulls. In turn, each flame jumped and changed color, from pale blue to green or red, or even black.

They watched as the being picked up the picture of Kento and one of the matches. It seemed to burst into flame completely on its own. When the picture caught, the fire spread very quickly, utterly destroying the portrait.

The cotton swabs were retrieved next, along with the photo of Cye. After being dipped into the liquid, one was brought to the photo and little drops fell onto it. The picture began to dissolve rapidly, becoming little more than damp paper in a matter of seconds.

Rowen’s likeness was taken up next. In the being’s left hand, it was held firmly while in the right hand held the scissors. One clean slice through the photo was all it took to sever it in half. Both pieces fluttered to the altar where they caught fire in the flames of one of the candles.

Before the representation of Sage could have anything done to it, Kento summoned up the courage to grab the robed arm of the individual who had frightened him earlier. He pulled the being to him so that he could look into what should have been their face, and was once again set on with fear. He held firm though, his grip tightening on them.

“Where’s Ryo you freak? What have you done to him?”

There was no sound from the figure as it simply pointed to the end table that was nearby. It had gone previously unnoticed, and now that they saw it, the others rushed over to it, searching for clues and leaving the being behind to continue with his bizarre behavior.

On it, there was a single object. The chain of gold that Ryo never took off lay on the table. The links were stained red with blood, and the teardrop gem that had hung in the center was gone. What could have happened to Ryo that he would remove the necklace?

Kento and Rowen spun around, ready to kill this thing for hurting Ryo. When they rushed, they surprised the being as it was quickly subdued and placed in a headlock.

Before they could begin their attack, Cye noticed a twinkle of light that he hadn’t seen before. Evidently, so had Sage, for he called for a halt to the incoming pounding and walked over. He had seen that glint of light many times before in his dreams.

He reached out and removed the hood that the being was wearing and was the only one not surprised to find Ryo underneath it.

It took a few minutes for Ryo to calm down enough from laughing at the looks of surprise on the faces of the others. He had really fooled them all with the Halloween prank. Cye was just standing there in mute befuddlement and was completely flabbergasted that anyone would do this to them. Rowen was stuck in between wanting to hug him and say that it had been a fabulous joke, and wanting to maim him, both emotions were warring with each other on his face.

Ryo looked up to see that Sage was most definitely not amused with him at all. And Kento who was holding him tightly, pulled a little harder on his joints. Ryo had a feeling that the two were communicating with a mind tap about what to do with him.

“What on Earth possessed you to do that, Ryo?” Rowen finally asked.

“At the center, we would play pranks on each other at Halloween, it’s been a while and I was afraid I was getting rusty, so I did this.”

“What happened to your room?” Cye wanted to know. “What kind of paint did you use to make it all black and dry as quickly as it did?”

“I used a bunch of thick black curtains that were in the basement. You can unhook them simply enough.” While the others did this, Ryo squirmed a little in Kento’s grasp.

“Kento, could you please ease up a little, I’m not a bad guy.”

“You know,” Kento tightened his grip a little more. “For all the Hell you put us through, worrying about you, a punishment of some sort should be administered to convince you to avoid this in the future.” He looked up to Sage who nodded in agreement. “I might be willing to let it slide this once though.” As he spoke, he simply removed his arms.

Before Ryo could really get a chance to work his shoulder back into joint, he was pulled across Kento’s lap as he sat down. “However,” Kento continued his trail of thought from before. “I’m not.”

With that, he began to raise the robe that Ryo was dressed in. Ryo wiggled around on his lap, making it as difficult as possible until one sharp smack in the middle of his backside convinced him to stay still. Kento finally raise the body lying in his lap up enough so that he could flip the robe up over Ryo’s head.

As the fabric flew, it became obvious that Ryo wasn’t wearing a damn thing under that robe as his naked rear came into view. “My, my Ryo,” Kento chuckled. “I think you forgot something this morning when you got dressed. Doesn’t really matter though, I would’ve taken them off anyway.” And the volley of spanks started to descend on the unprotected, delectable ass.

Ryo’s backside slowly turned from caramel to pink to a darker shade of the two. He lay in Kento’s lap whimpering and trying to get away from the flying hand. His eyes were shut tight and he tried to block out the noise of the large hand against his posterior.

Kento was somewhat surprised that Ryo wasn’t making much noise. As Cye had noted earlier, he did spank hard, but then, that made sense, considering his upper body strength. He pulled his arm back high, and let it fall, hitting a particularly sensitive place, finally drawing out a cry from his captive.

Cye pulled Rowen’s watch-covered wrist up, checking to see how long Ryo had lasted against the assault without crying out. “He lasted longer than you did Rowen,” Cye smirked. “I guess he handles the heat better.”

When the last hand had fallen, Ryo’s backside was a very nice shade of red in several different places. It wasn’t a uniform shade of crimson, but it had indeed shifted into that side of the spectrum. Ryo himself wasn’t doing much aside from whimpering, the occasional tear running down his face.

Sage came over then with an unholy smile across an angel’s face. “Do let him up Kento, I think it’s time we all got a chance to play with him.”

Ryo heard warning bells coming from somewhere. He knew that the others had been playing around recently, had even accidentally walked in on a few of the sessions, but he hadn’t thought that they were going to go after him next. He looked up at Sage and saw calm objectiveness, as if the blonde had known that this was going to happen tonight whether or not Ryo completely went along with it.

“Oh yes,” Cye called. “Please do. Who gets to strip him Sage? Would you like to, or could someone else?”

That question alone, from Cye of all people, sent chills up Ryo’s spine. He had been stood up and was left in front of Sage while Kento went behind him somewhere and was going through some things.

“I am curious Ryo,” Sage began calmly enough. “Is the robe a pull-over?” His steel blue eyes were glinting.

“N-no,” Ryo stammered. “It’s got a zipper. Wh-?!” Ryo was quieted as Sage pulled him into a deep lip lock. He had never been kissed by a male before aside from his father, and this was certainly like nothing his father had ever done to him.

Sage’s lips were so soft and smooth against his own. They were also warm and gentle. Truth be told, the kiss was something Ryo could find himself getting used to very quickly, it felt so good. Even when Sage continued to push against his mouth, his fingers questing downwards in search of the aforementioned zipper, he enjoyed it. In his mind somewhere, Ryo already knew that Sage was just trying to distract him, and for some reason, he didn’t care.

The zipper’s tag had been discovered and with one mighty yank, Sage pulled it down the majority of Ryo’s body in one quick motion. It had ended at just below Ryo’s navel, and Sage quietly motioned someone over to finish unzipping Ryo so that he could continue to kiss the fireling. After all, he was busy distracting the small one from the fact that he was being stripped naked.

Even though Ryo had had some clue in the back of his mind of what had been going on, it was still a bit of a shock to discover that he had been cut off from his clothes. The first hint he had gotten was that his rear was cooler than it had been beforehand. In front of him, he realized that Sage was looking him up and down, slyly so as not be detected, as if in appraisal of a fine work of art. He shivered.

“Mmm,” Cye purred appreciatively. “He does look good. The reddish tint to his backside and face really bring out the color of his skin.”

“Cye,” Sage chided sincerely. “Stop embarrassing the poor thing. This is not about embarrassment. It’s about sex,” he started walking towards Ryo again, very pleased by what he saw, and thinking about how much fun this was going to be. He was purposefully making Ryo walk backwards toward the bed, that way the dark youth didn’t know what was happening behind him. “And restitution.”

Ryo’s knees hit the side of the bed, making him fall onto his back. He barely winced when he landed on his backside, but it did surprise him quite a bit. He looked up to see Sage drawing the handcuffs from out of his pocket very slowly, almost as if in a strip tease.

“You see Ryo,” he began while calmly taking an arm and bringing it up to the iron bars at the head of Ryo’s bed. “I don’t think you’ve been punished enough.” He put the circle of metal around the skin, and then looped the long chain around one the back of the bars, and then he grabbed the other wrist and attached the last cuff. Ryo was securely linked to his bed.

“Turn over,” Sage commanded. The chain in between the cuffs was long enough that this wasn’t a real problem, but it didn’t help Ryo feel any better. He was afraid as to what would be done to him by the blonde swordsman.

He felt a light rip of pain run across his backside and gave a loud shout of surprise. Sage had gotten out the horsewhip in order to teach him a lesson. However, the second one didn’t fall until he felt Rowen’s hands encase his ankles. He must have kicked out without realizing it.

Sage let out a light chuckle, watching as Ryo’s already heated bottom become quickly and efficiently striped. Long, thin red lines went from the top of his butt all the way to the crease of his thighs; those were the ones he struggled with most. Then again, they also hurt the most.

Ryo had his eyes shut, blinking back tears that were beginning to sting them. He shook his head in protest, but never really shouted out against the treatment unless Sage hit an already very tender spot. He ground his hips into the bed, trying to get away from the little whip when he realized that he was very hard. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he understood that he enjoyed this.

He wasn’t the only one surprised when he heard a moan of pleasure exit his own mouth. Cye looked very startled indeed, as did Rowen and Kento. In fact, the only one who smiled an all knowing smile was Sage.

He put down the whip then, and motioned that it was okay for Rowen to let go of Ryo’s ankles. He walked over to Ryo, who had now turned his face to the side, trying to avoid Sage’s gaze, embarrassed by the fact that his sex was getting harder as he thought about the spanking and the whipping that had just happened. Sage brought a chilled hand slowly down Ryo’s backside, making the dark youth shake and whimper with pleasure.

“What was it you wanted to see Rowen, something with ice?” Sage asked, very amused by Ryo’s reaction. “Why don’t you go get some? And be sure to bring it back up here.”

Ryo still didn’t want to turn to see Sage’s face; he was embarrassed and was sure that his face was as red as his backside, and he enjoyed it. He wondered if there was something odd with him.

He let out a high shriek when he felt something too cold on his overheated posterior. That was when he did turn over to look behind him. Rowen and Sage were standing there, wicked grins on their faces. At Rowen’s side was Cye, who was busy holding the ice cube tray and shaking his finger in a “naughty, naughty” gesture. He felt Kento’s hands on his body as he was flipped over again, this time, he protested loudly.

“No way, don’t you dare use that! It’s too coooold!!!” the last word was carried out much longer and much higher as Rowen brought the ice down his lower back and onto the backs of his thighs.

Ryo whimpered. It hurt, not in the fun, burning way that the whipping and spanking had been; it was just too bitter against his hot rear. He moved and wiggled and tried to get away, the ice driving him crazy, only to feel Kento’s hands on his back, holding him in place.

The ice was covering his super-heated ass, and finally, the too cold sensation went away as his rear cooled considerably. Now, instead of hurting, the ice was actually feeling considerably nicer.

However, that didn’t help him keep back a startled shriek when Rowen dragged the ice along his crack. In fact, it made him move even more until he felt a short sharp blow of a hand, although he was unsure if it was from Kento or Sage. Afterwards though, he stayed in place.

A gasp left him as the ice drops hit his entrance, and he started to dance around on the sheet. Kento’s hands held him firmly in place, but even he was having a difficult time keeping him still. Ryo just didn’t like it; the water was too cold in such a sensitive spot. When Rowen tried again to drop some water onto his entrance, he did kick out, unsure of who or what he hit.

Before retribution could be enacted, Cye called a halt to the blow. “Stop with the ice, it’s obvious he doesn’t like it. Try it again later, when he’s more aware of his sexual likes and dislikes. Right now, he’s just trying different things out.

“This is also a hint that you should all back away for a little while. I haven’t gotten to play with him yet after all.” There were some slight grumblings from Kento and Rowen, but a warning glance told them to just stay quiet. “Now, now, I’ll return him eventually. Just let me have my fun and then we can all play with him.

“Ryo, turn back over, if you’re still a little sore, I’ll get a pillow or something.”

Ryo did as he was told. He could have sworn that he was looking at something else aside from the normal Cye. This one seemed to be a little more confident than the one he was used to, he was much more in control than usual. Then again, Cye seemed to be one of the head conductors of this runaway train. His eyes shone with a confidence that he never exhibited before tonight.

Ryo let out a gasp as a hand wrapped itself around his sex, startling him into the here and now. Cye’s hands were wonderfully warm in comparison with the awful ice that had been dragged across his body a few short minutes ago. The way that he slowly squeezed up and down his sex was as if he was being pumped by a liquid grip. A warm, soothing grip that repeated itself, over and over again as Cye’s hands glided up the flesh and then started again at the base.

Cye leaned in close, kissing along Ryo’s stomach while pumping him and finally licked the navel of his captive. Along the edge of the belly button, his teeth nipped gently and teasingly, grasping the pinched flesh. Doing so again and again drew a low whimper of desire from the fireling beneath him. All the while, Cye continued to squeeze Ryo’s sex in a continuous, long pump.

When Cye moved farther up the body beneath him, he tasted the flesh along the way of his path. His lips came in contact with skin warmed by the sun and had a soft scent of cinnamon and spice. Cye’s tongue drifted over Ryo’s nipples, and played in the valleys of his well-formed muscles, drawing shivers and whimpers of pleasure from the youth. Cye was very good at making others aware of their body.

Ryo thought he could feel the air bounce off of him by the time Cye was through with him. He had been not only licking and kissing his flesh, but drawing his hands down so lightly that Ryo thought he would scream or pass out. Butterfly soft kisses often followed the same paths that their wings had just traced over his body and left him overly sensitive to everything. Caresses that barely touched his face were admonished against as Ryo let out whimpers and soft curses.

The light touching was almost as bad as the whipping and spanking. It left too much feeling for him to handle. All his life, Ryo had ignored the way his skin could feel, and now with the help of the others, it was coming back to haunt him with a vengeance.

Ryo practically screamed and arched his hips off the bed as Cye’s hot mouth engulfed him down to the base of his sex. Having been driven almost insane by the light touching, the new feeling of wet heat almost hurt because of how much he could feel it, but it was a good hurt, like many of the others that had been shown to him this night. This one in particular, grounded him to keep him from flying off too quickly into ecstasy.

Well, for a little while anyway.

The pressure that had been growing in his body hit exceptionally hard this time and broke the barrier that he had placed in its way. Spilling his seed into Cye’s greedy mouth, he was surprised that he heard no sound at all from anywhere in the room. White noise; what an odd thing it is to not hear. He felt his body collapsing against his bed, his arms hanging above him, still connected to the bed frame and truly tired.

“Interesting,” Rowen mused as he leaned into Kento’s kisses on his neck. “He’s quiet.” Rowen let out a moan when Kento gently bit into his shoulder, proving that remaining quiet was more difficult for him.

Ryo lay on his bed, panting and convinced that nothing on earth had ever, or could ever feel this good again. Warm, safe, and satiated were the first and only words that dared to try and appear in his mind when describing this feeling. It was interrupted however, when Cye leaned in close, giving him a taste of himself.

Cye drew away from the startled youth beneath him. Looking up at the other ringleader of the gang-up, he smiled at Sage. “I think he’s ready for phase two, don’t you?”

Sage hid his smile very well. Cye, the blonde was convinced, was a telepath that could see into the darkest secrets of the human soul. The red head was the only one who knew of Sage’s fixation on the fireling that lay beneath him in between his legs and panting. He knew what Sage wanted most, to claim and control that pretty elf.

Sage let his fingers tangle into Ryo’s thick hair, twirling around a lock that when grasped would probably be thicker than his own finger. “I suspect so.”

“Then go retrieve what we need. I want as little blood as possible on these sheets. Especially since I am the only who does the laundry.”

“As you wish,” Sage agreed as he left the room.

Cye turned back to Ryo, sensing distress. When he looked down, he noticed that Ryo’s eyes were a little wider than normal.

“’Blood?’” Ryo asked, trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice. “Why would there be blood?”

Cye smirked a little, “Sometimes, there is a little bit when you break a virgin. But don’t worry, using enough lubricant should help to prevent that; well, at least most of it anyway.”

“You know Cye,” Kento growled at him in between kissing Rowen. “If you keep scaring him like that, he won’t be the only to have gotten spanked.”

“Don’t worry Kento; I’ll make sure he gets a chance to see how good it can feel before you three play with him.”

“I am suddenly much less reassured than before,” Ryo noted as Sage came back in the room with a tube of something in his hands and smirk in place on his face.

“Give me that,” Cye demanded, snatching the lubricant away from the blonde. “Go over there until I call for you,” he gestured to where Kento was busy playing with Rowen.

His attention then returned to the dark little fireling with a sly smile on his face. He leaned down onto Ryo’s chest. “Don’t worry,” he whispered. “You’ll enjoy this. I promise.”

Cye poured some of the lubricant onto his fingers, spreading the gel everywhere, making his hands nice and slick. He took Ryo’s semi-hard sex into his grasp and began to slowly stroke once again. Tightening the pressure he put on it with his hands, he could feel that Ryo was starting to harden considerably.

Ryo let his eyes roll back into his head as he just wallowed in the sensation. It felt good to be stroked like that, so very tight that he felt oddly safe with Cye’s hands gripping him while they worked up and down his cock. He silently wondered how many other sensations he would be able to feel before he met his limit and completely passed out. Warmth driven by a previously unknown passion flooded through him, letting him sigh in pleasure as Cye gave the head of his sex a slightly harsh squeeze.

Ryo looked up into Cye’s eyes when he felt Cye climb up onto his stomach, setting his thighs on either side of him. He watched in amazement as the redhead reached back behind himself and started to do something that he couldn’t see.

A light wince overcame the pale face of the barer of torrent as he worked quickly and carefully to stretch himself. He wanted Ryo to feel what the others would experience inside of him, and soon. Well, that was the side benefit of why he was doing this. He personally just wanted to feel what that smoldering heat would feel like inside of his own body.

Cye worked himself backwards so that his own entrance was directly above Ryo’s tip. He reached up to cup Ryo’s cheek real quick, giving him a gentle rub on his face and prepared himself mentally for what he was about to do. He took a deep breath and slowly began to lower himself, being fully filled and stretched deeply by blunt tip and further on down Ryo’s sex.

He wasn’t surprised in the least to hear Ryo’s throated moan as he was encased in Cye’s body. He smiled down at the bound youth as he found himself fully sheathing the dark fireling inside of himself. Cye squeezed his inner channel, bringing another low moan from Ryo as he slowly started to raise and lower himself.

“Feel good?” he asked. He was one of the few people he’d met who could be truly sentient and fuck at the same time. He was hardly surprised to see Ryo barely nod his head, the black haired beauty so wrapped in pleasure as he was. “This is what it will feel like to the others when they take you. And Sage will be first, by the way; he needs you, and you definitely need him.” He added the last bit, recalling how well the two were already combining in sexual pleasure.

Cye started to rock up and down, back and forth; and going harder and faster at every breath. He was moaning now too, enjoying the way that he could make Ryo hit his special spot every time he fell back down. He couldn’t wait to see what the fireling’s face would look like when that was hit deep inside of him for the very first time.

He arched his back then, shouting in delight as he came, hitting Ryo square in the chest with his cum. He lowered his head, coming down off of the high he had been on. He knew full well that what he had just done was quite evil, riding Ryo to his own content and then leaving the dark little fireling behind, desperate to be brought to completion. Oh well, he’d just have to wait until Sage would be ready to let him cum, that’s all.

After he slowed his breathing, he got off of the bound youth, drawing a cry of annoyance and need from him. Cye turned and gave Ryo a wicked grin. “Enjoy Sage; he’ll enjoy you, that’s for damn sure.”

He tossed Sage the tube of lubricant, giving him a glare of warning if he went too far with the virgin. Cye knew that he could trust Sage to behave himself, well more or less at any rate. He wouldn’t be likely to fuck Ryo into the wall for a little while yet. If he did lose his head during the claiming, he would be sure to get his ass kicked very hard by the barer of torrent.

Sage caught the tube, ignoring the look that Cye was giving him; he knew how he was going to do this from start to finish. He’d been planning it for quite some time. He placed the tube off to the side, and lowered his head to give Ryo another powerful kiss, far from the last that he planned to share with the wildfire. A trail of kisses going down the black-haired beauty’s body followed soon after. Little bites here and there were added, making the dark skin take on more than a few hickeys.

When he brought himself back into an upright position, Ryo was still panting; partially from the sensations, and partially out of desperation. God damn it, why the hell was everybody teasing him? It wasn’t fair.

He felt Sage’s hands pulling at his legs then, shifting his body apart so that access to that one untouched place on him could be granted. The blonde’s hands felt good and cool on his burning skin, brining him back from the point of his frustration. He saw Sage uncap the lubricant, allowing the smell of cherries to float in the air, and squeezed some out onto his fingers.

Ryo felt those fingers searching out and finding his entrance. One traced around the unopened bud, teasing him gently into loosening. At the first sign of relaxing, that finger started to push inside of him, bringing out a gasp of surprise. Only the tip was in, so he wasn’t in any pain, but the finger did feel very strange to him. As it slid in further, Ryo started to tighten up, feeling nervous by the intrusion.

Sage lowered his head, and gently bit Ryo on the inner thigh, diverting his immediate attention away from the stretching. He slowly worked in the first and second fingers, being as gentle as he could, knowing full well that he wouldn’t be able to be quite as kind as soon as he was embedded in that tight heat. The third finger brought out a gasp of pain from the bound body below him, and he couldn’t stand it; he needed the fireling now. Sage knelt on the bed in between Ryo’s legs. He pulled the other’s ankles up around his waist and positioned himself at the entrance and started to push in.

Ryo gave a shout of surprise that quickly turned into discomfort and pain. He felt Sage’s arms on either side of him, leaving little room to wiggle away form the pain, while he continued the first of many thrusts inside the clenching body below him.

A tear trickled out of the side of his eye, for even though he had been stretched with great care, the pain in such an unusual place cut through very quickly. When Sage was fully seated inside of the bound youth beneath him, he leaned forward and licked the tears away from Ryo’s eyes. Savoring the taste, Sage knew instinctually that it would be the first of many such kisses he would share with the wildfire; created either from pain, or from pleasure.

The black haired youth started to moan in pain, the beginning thrusts were awkward, as the rhythm had yet to be established. He felt as if Sage seemed to be searching for something inside his body, and the deep thrusts were bringing him little enjoyment. Suddenly, a cry of pleasured-pain ripped through his throat as he shouted at the discovery the blonde had made.

Sage focused all of his strength into hitting that spot deep in Ryo’s body, bringing forth light screams and cries from the youth below him. The blonde seemed to relish in the sounds that he could make come out of Ryo, and he wanted to hear it for as long as possible, even if it meant holding back on his own pleasure to do so. Doing so would be painful for him, but what did he care if it made the black haired beauty shake in completion.

Sage smiled proudly as he watched Ryo’s eyes roll back and his body arch. He felt the stickiness land on his chest and stomach a moment later. He leaned over Ryo then, still inside of the fireling and making him bend backwards onto himself, drawing a mew of discomfort. With a final thrust inside of the dark body beneath him, Sage whispered in Ryo’s ear, “You’re mine!”

Ryo lay there, mind a complete blank and totally unfocused. Sage’s words meant little to his head, but he could already feel something much deeper surge through him at that statement. It couldn’t be described as happiness, but it wasn’t anything negative either. He felt full in a way, as if he had been missing something before now and it had just been returned to him. Sage pulled away from his body, giving him a harsh pinch on his inner thigh, a warning and a promise of what was to happen between them.

Rowen pulled from Kento’s grasp, his own body taught and ready for his part in this gang-up. He licked his lips as he looked down at Ryo’s prone body, assessing where he should start. However, he also knew that he couldn’t take too long, as Kento would be right behind him.

He ran two fingers down Ryo’s body, caressing his lower stomach. Rowen watched as the strong lower muscles clenched tightly, rippling in their power. He lowered his head then, and started to kiss that stretch of delicate skin. His tongue ran along the flesh under the navel down to the base of Ryo’s spent cock. After the light touches and kissing, he re-traced the path with small bites on the soft underbelly, drawing out little whimpers and wiggles from the captive youth.

The blue-haired genius of pleasure brought two fingers towards the newly stretched entrance. He heard Ryo gasp and looked up to see the fireling shake his head rapidly back and forth. Rowen laughed a little, he wasn’t trying to take him away from Sage; he just wanted a little bit of the fun. This wasn’t about love. Sage’s claiming of his body, and most likely part of his soul as well was about love; Cye, Kento and himself were there simply because they wanted a piece of his lovely ass.

One finger slipped inside easily, both the lubricant and Sage’s cum from before smoothed the fingering down to fluid in and out motions. Many people that he knew of hated “sloppy seconds”, while Rowen was actually quite fond of them; it was always easier to penetrate that way, and you didn’t have to bother with stretching out the other person first.

He took Ryo’s limp sex in hand as he started to push inside that bound body. Ryo was panting hard and kept his eyes shut, the second entering hurting more than the first. Rowen stilled a moment, allowing Ryo to adjust to him as he was longer than Sage, but thinner in width. While he waited, he began stroking the black-haired youth, and he smirked when he felt a sharp shudder in response. It would be difficult for him to bring Ryo back to full hardness, but he had every intention of doing so before he ground that tight little ass into the bed.

And Ryo was tight. It had surprised Rowen at first that even though the passageway had been stretched and lubed, the channel he rested in was still clenched harshly together.

As the cock in his hand stiffened, Rowen started to move his body in time to his own heartbeat. He rocked back and forth, creating a steady, calm pace that jabbed the entire length of his own cock into the dark youth’s body, ensuring to hit that special spot each and every time. Ryo lay beneath him, his teeth clenched together, telling Rowen in no uncertain terms that all of this new activity inside of his body was quite painful.

Rowen knew that Ryo’s body, although tired, spent, and sore; began responding to the ministrations that were being forced on him. His sex re-hardened and he could sense that the juices were flowing again inside. When the bound youth came to full hardness, he was surprised to feel Rowen grasp his cock tightly and stroking it as the blue-haired boy steadily pounded into his body.

The thrusts started to quicken then, along with the new addition of pumping his sex. Ryo thought for sure that he would pass out this time, the pleasure hurt so much. He knew that his body wasn’t supposed to be able to cum this many times in succession without consequences.

He shouted loudly then, as Rowen started to pull all the way out and then thrust back in, ramming that spot deep inside of his body, bringing tears of relief, pain, and pleasure all at once to his eyes. He moaned quietly, feeling that it would be soon that he would shatter again, only to be further used by friends. Kento was still after Rowen, and from what he had seen earlier, more forceful and demanding.

His hearing disappeared once more, and he felt his body shake while he splashed Rowen. Rowen smiled down at him then, knowing that he had brought his fearless leader to this level of arousal and pain was quite satisfying to his mind. He gave a few more hard thrusts, the body below him tightening around his own cock sharply enough to draw a gasp from him as came hard inside Ryo’s body.

Rowen panted and a smile appeared on his face. He reached out and ran his fingers gently through Ryo’s hair. The bound youth was breathing slowly and deeply, completely exhausted from the upset his body had gone through within the last short while. It would take some time for him to recover from this night, and he still wasn’t even through it yet.

The blue-haired youth gave a light shout at the sharp swat that smacked his rear hard. He turned around to glare at Kento, and was met with unmovable diamond. The other youth gave a jerk of his head, indicating that Rowen should get his own ass out of the way and soon or he’d wind up with a very sore backside.

Rowen sighed and backed away from that tempting body. Ryo looked as if he was in such ecstasy that it hurt. With a wave of his hand, he gestured the last of the Ronins into the fun, while flipping him off at the same time. He hadn’t particularly enjoyed having to be removed so suddenly earlier, as he had been enjoying the afterglow within Ryo’s tight body.

Kento looked down at his leader objectively, he looked washed-out already, Ryo’s eyelashes were fanned out against his upper cheeks, giving him a look of worn out enjoyment. It was likely that he had been pushed past his limits of pleasure. However, Kento knew a few tricks to get anyone into the mood that he was trying to set up.

He knelt down at the edge of the bed, sitting gently before Ryo’s closed together legs. When he went to pull the limbs away from each other, the black haired boy startled and whimper, trying his hardest not allow another intrusion. Kento smirked and gently forced them apart, drawing out a moan of protest from the bound boy.

“I know Ryo, you’re sore, and you’re sure that this isn’t going to be enjoyable in the slightest. Don’t worry though, I’ll show you something new.” Kento’s large hands pushed back against the spot where Ryo’s legs met his body, spreading him apart as gently as possible. The first thing that he noticed was that there was no sign of blood anywhere; it was likely that Ryo was just rather tender inside.

Kento lowered his head and gently swiped his tongue across Ryo’s tightly closed entrance. Ryo’s eyes flew open as a rush of new feeling went through his body. He felt that warm and wet tongue glide across his opening deftly, drawing a shudder from deep within him. Evidently, he still had some passion left inside of his body, only the gods knew how though.

Kento’s tongue darted out again then, lightly stabbing at the entrance itself, making Ryo gasp and wiggle in his bonds. A kiss followed, landing directly over the tightly drawn rosebud, causing it to spasm somewhat, reacting with want even though Ryo himself was competently exhausted. Kento took that little spasm as a chance to place a long, hard drag of his tongue from the fireling’s entrance all the way to back of his full balls. Ryo cried out, surprised out how good the strange sensation could feel.

He whimpered when he felt Kento’s hand grasping his sex, evidently, he was going to follow Rowen’s way and make sure that Ryo would cum once more. Ryo was sure that doing so would be impossible. But at the feel of Kento’s tongue pushing wonderfully against his entrance, he was beginning to wonder if it could indeed happen one more time.

Kento’s hard hands ran gently across the bound youth’s sex while his tongue dipped gently inside his body. He could feel Ryo’s sex starting to pump in his hand, knowing full well that the blood was once more rolling to a full boil. Ryo tasted exactly as he had predicted down here, even though most of it was overpowered by the cherry lubricant that had been used and Sage’s and Rowen’s scents; somewhat smoky and dry, but hot and sweet as well.

He smirked as Ryo shouted and hardened considerably in his hand. While stabbing inside of the black haired youth’s body, he had let his teeth gently graze across the tight little rosebud. He felt the youth thrash about beneath him, and he knew that it would be very soon that he would be allowed his own chance at that tight body. Kento gave a few more sharp stabs with tongue, going as deeply as he could reach, along with the occasional light bite against that delicate skin. The loud whimper that sounded from the youth confirmed that he was back in his world of painful pleasure.

Kento sat up then, and pushed two fingers inside of him, drawing a decidedly annoyed moan from Ryo. Rowen had not needed to stretch the black hair youth at all; however, Kento did since he was greater in girth then either Rowen or Sage. Ryo writhed beautifully as he pushed in a third finger, trying to desperately pull away from the hurtful fun that they caused.

When he decide that the fireling was ready, Kento leaned back down and gave one last hard swipe across the youth’s rosebud and slowly began to enter. Ryo had his teeth clenched tightly together, wincing because of the agonizing bliss. He took several deep breaths, trying to make himself adjust to the intrusion, only to feel as if he were failing miserably because Kento simply felt too big for him to handle right now.

Kento gave a sharp snap of his hips, driving the rest of his sex into Ryo’s body, bringing a slight scream from below him. His head had fallen back, enjoying how good that tightness felt around his cock. He was so glad he had agreed to this night. He drove hard into the yielding body beneath him, slowly and deliberately, hitting that secret spot at every chance he got.

Ryo shook his head back and forth, it was too much, everywhere within that part of his body ached and he knew that it would continue to do so for many days to come. Every time Kento banged roughly inside of him against that special spot, he saw colors flashing, leaping, and dancing about in his vision. His stomach tightened, letting him know that he would be released from his painful tension soon.

Kento noticed how Ryo was shivering, a sure sign that his body would give out on him within a short time. So he decided to pick up his pace, knowing that this would likely be his last chance to get inside this body, and he wanted to give Ryo a real ride. He wasn’t surprised in the slightest when the black haired beauty’s head fell off to the side and he started to shout and almost scream at the pleasure that he felt. It was too hard, too fast, and too much, Ryo was just going to blow.

He couldn’t hear anything, and what scared him the most, was that he couldn’t see anything either. Ryo wasn’t sure if it was just because that his eyes had rolled back into his head or if he had simply cum that hard. He lay there on his bed, panting and being thrust into by the indigo haired youth. Of course Kento hadn’t cum yet, he hadn’t been overly-sensitive to every bang because of three intense orgasms. Ryo felt a little on the jaded side, he wished that he hadn’t cum so easily when the others were working on him; it made his entire being too sensitive.

Kento rocked hard into the body that lay below him for a few more minutes, enjoying how well Ryo’s body seemed to fit around his sex. When he finally came, he simply stood for a moment, enjoying how wonderful it had all been just now. He looked down at Ryo and gave him a light smirk, “Don’t worry, Sage can teach you some stamina.” Ryo just nodded his head and closed his eyes, trying not to think too much.

When he reopened his eyes, he was startled to see that others were all gone, save for Sage, who was now sitting on his bed at his side, gently brushing his black hair out of his face with one hand while the other was occupied with a cigarette. Evidently, getting laid seriously agreed with the blonde bishounen.

On the bed-side table were the handcuffs that had held captive for the better part of the evening and a bowl of some sort of soup. He looked up at Sage and felt something very warm and wonderful go through him as the blonde smiled with a look of pure control down at him. That strange feeling that had happened first during the claiming was back, a calming sense of being owned in a strange way.

“How do you feel about eating?” Sage asked pleasantly enough.

“Do I have to move?” Ryo was somewhat surprised that his voice was as soft as it was. “Food sounds fine, yes.”

“Good, you’ll need to re-gather your strength.”

Ryo wondered if that was a threat or a promise of what was to come in his new relationship with Sage.
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