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Soubi's Torment
Originally written for a Livejournal Loveless Anonymous Kink Request Meme.
Fandom: Loveless
Title: Soubi's Torment
Pairing: SoubixSeimei... in a sense
Rating: NC17 (graphic sexual situation)
Timeline: Technically pre-manga/anime, when Beloved still reigned supreme
Summary: Soubi is made painfully aware of Seimei's presence
AN: The request was denied gratification. Speaks for itself.
Soubi's Torment
Soubi's room was sterile, not unlike a hospital.
Blank.
But why shouldn't it be? It simply reflected its current owner.
He stood obediently in front of his master with his head down. His golden blond hair hung loosely over his shoulders. His glasses had started to slide down his nose, but he knew better than to move.
Seimei hadn't even bothered to remove his coat. Then again, he never did. He simply arrived, did whatever cruel thing he felt like doing, and left. Soubi wondered what that would be tonight.
"Pull your pants down, Soubi." Seimei's expression was dangerously sadistic as he watched Soubi for any signs of faltering. Faltering meant punishment. Perhaps by knife, perhaps by whip. Perhaps something worse. With Seimei, anything was possible.
Soubi reached up and slowly unzipped his pants. He hooked both hands along the waist and pulled them down, barely choking back a gasp as the elastic from the waistband of his boxers caught on the tip of his already maddeningly hard penis. He wished the cool air of the room would help to soothe his aching need, but if anything, the sensation of revealing himself to his Sacrifice aroused him all the more.
"Lie down on your back. And don't look at me," Seimei commanded. His voice had taken on a hushed quality, but still maintained its psychotic authority.
Soubi clumsily backed himself up until the felt the edge of his bed behind his legs. He sat down and swung his legs, still trapped in the bunched legs of his pants, around and onto the bed. He laid down on his back and stared up at the ceiling. His cock stood embarrassingly at attention and a small drop of moisture seeped from the engorged tip.
Seimei began to peel off his coat and Soubi felt an overwhelming instance of simultaneous fear and anticipation. Was Seimei finally going to give him the one thing he wanted more than anything? The very idea caused pre-cum to pour from Soubi's impossibly erect cock. He was barely able to contain the urge to hump the thin air in front of him.
Out of the corner of his beautiful blue eyes, Soubi saw Seimei reach into his pocket and fish out something long... and sharp. It immediately dashed any hope Soubi had of finally taking Seimei's ears.
Seimei held the knife up high with a frighteningly murderous grin.
Soubi swallowed hard and tried not to register emotion as Seimei crawled up on the bed and straddled himself around Soubi's knees. Soubi could feel his deadly gaze, calculating and plotting. Seimei held the up the knife so that the blade caught the light of the room. Soubi did not need to look at it to see it was the same one that carved the atrocity on his neck.
"If you come, I'll cut it." Seimei whispered, caught up in his own arousal. But not too caught up to hurt Soubi. It was actually the idea of hurting Soubi that added to his excitement.
Seimei continued to twirl the blade with one hand as he unzipped his own pants with the other. Waves of pleasure and pain began to pulse through Soubi and he struggled to keep his eyes on the ceiling, even though he was well aware of EVERYTHING else around him.
When Seimei freed his own hard cock from his pants, Soubi's own twitched violently and a steady stream of pre-cum poured from him, pooling around the base. He gritted his teeth and forced his breathing to remain steady and even, pleading with his body not to give in. He tried to think of something- anything- that would take his mind off the thought of exploding all over Seimei's angelically demonic face.
Still straddling Soubi's knees, Seimei began to pump himself vigorously, working his hips in perfect rhythm with his hand. His eyes had become mildly glazed but still watched Soubi intently.
For his part, the pain was beginning to overtake the pleasure Soubi had initially felt. He wanted to come so badly that he thought he might go insane. Pain filled him, wholly centered on his cock, which he was sure was going to burst at any moment. His peripheral vision caught Seimei thrusting harder and faster into his fist, his breath becoming quick and jagged.
"Mn... mnn.....," Seimei panted. He dropped the knife onto the bed and gripped Soubi's thigh as he leaned forward. With one last, violent thrust, he cried out and sprayed warm cum over Soubi's chest. He hung there a moment, as a line of saliva fell from his mouth.
Soubi's agony was complete. Here was his master, his Beloved, hovering less than twelve inches over him. No amount of torture, no taunting, no pain in the world was like this. He bit harshly into his tongue, gouging it, relishing the taste of blood that filled his mouth. THIS was a pain with which he was familiar and it took his mind off of the now seething pain in his groin.
Somewhat.
After recovering, Seimei leaned back and sat on Soubi's shins, watching him suffer with glee. He picked up the knife again and stared at him for a full half hour, waiting for one chance to punish him.
"Don't you dare touch yourself. I'll know if you do."
Without another word, Seimei zipped himself up, put on his coat, and walked out of the room.
Obedient until the end, Soubi stood up and pulled up his pants. He sighed, wondering how on earth he would make it through the night, but strengthened his resolve to obey his master.
Seimei’s word, after all, was law.
Fandom: Loveless
Title: Soubi's Torment
Pairing: SoubixSeimei... in a sense
Rating: NC17 (graphic sexual situation)
Timeline: Technically pre-manga/anime, when Beloved still reigned supreme
Summary: Soubi is made painfully aware of Seimei's presence
AN: The request was denied gratification. Speaks for itself.
Soubi's Torment
Soubi's room was sterile, not unlike a hospital.
Blank.
But why shouldn't it be? It simply reflected its current owner.
He stood obediently in front of his master with his head down. His golden blond hair hung loosely over his shoulders. His glasses had started to slide down his nose, but he knew better than to move.
Seimei hadn't even bothered to remove his coat. Then again, he never did. He simply arrived, did whatever cruel thing he felt like doing, and left. Soubi wondered what that would be tonight.
"Pull your pants down, Soubi." Seimei's expression was dangerously sadistic as he watched Soubi for any signs of faltering. Faltering meant punishment. Perhaps by knife, perhaps by whip. Perhaps something worse. With Seimei, anything was possible.
Soubi reached up and slowly unzipped his pants. He hooked both hands along the waist and pulled them down, barely choking back a gasp as the elastic from the waistband of his boxers caught on the tip of his already maddeningly hard penis. He wished the cool air of the room would help to soothe his aching need, but if anything, the sensation of revealing himself to his Sacrifice aroused him all the more.
"Lie down on your back. And don't look at me," Seimei commanded. His voice had taken on a hushed quality, but still maintained its psychotic authority.
Soubi clumsily backed himself up until the felt the edge of his bed behind his legs. He sat down and swung his legs, still trapped in the bunched legs of his pants, around and onto the bed. He laid down on his back and stared up at the ceiling. His cock stood embarrassingly at attention and a small drop of moisture seeped from the engorged tip.
Seimei began to peel off his coat and Soubi felt an overwhelming instance of simultaneous fear and anticipation. Was Seimei finally going to give him the one thing he wanted more than anything? The very idea caused pre-cum to pour from Soubi's impossibly erect cock. He was barely able to contain the urge to hump the thin air in front of him.
Out of the corner of his beautiful blue eyes, Soubi saw Seimei reach into his pocket and fish out something long... and sharp. It immediately dashed any hope Soubi had of finally taking Seimei's ears.
Seimei held the knife up high with a frighteningly murderous grin.
Soubi swallowed hard and tried not to register emotion as Seimei crawled up on the bed and straddled himself around Soubi's knees. Soubi could feel his deadly gaze, calculating and plotting. Seimei held the up the knife so that the blade caught the light of the room. Soubi did not need to look at it to see it was the same one that carved the atrocity on his neck.
"If you come, I'll cut it." Seimei whispered, caught up in his own arousal. But not too caught up to hurt Soubi. It was actually the idea of hurting Soubi that added to his excitement.
Seimei continued to twirl the blade with one hand as he unzipped his own pants with the other. Waves of pleasure and pain began to pulse through Soubi and he struggled to keep his eyes on the ceiling, even though he was well aware of EVERYTHING else around him.
When Seimei freed his own hard cock from his pants, Soubi's own twitched violently and a steady stream of pre-cum poured from him, pooling around the base. He gritted his teeth and forced his breathing to remain steady and even, pleading with his body not to give in. He tried to think of something- anything- that would take his mind off the thought of exploding all over Seimei's angelically demonic face.
Still straddling Soubi's knees, Seimei began to pump himself vigorously, working his hips in perfect rhythm with his hand. His eyes had become mildly glazed but still watched Soubi intently.
For his part, the pain was beginning to overtake the pleasure Soubi had initially felt. He wanted to come so badly that he thought he might go insane. Pain filled him, wholly centered on his cock, which he was sure was going to burst at any moment. His peripheral vision caught Seimei thrusting harder and faster into his fist, his breath becoming quick and jagged.
"Mn... mnn.....," Seimei panted. He dropped the knife onto the bed and gripped Soubi's thigh as he leaned forward. With one last, violent thrust, he cried out and sprayed warm cum over Soubi's chest. He hung there a moment, as a line of saliva fell from his mouth.
Soubi's agony was complete. Here was his master, his Beloved, hovering less than twelve inches over him. No amount of torture, no taunting, no pain in the world was like this. He bit harshly into his tongue, gouging it, relishing the taste of blood that filled his mouth. THIS was a pain with which he was familiar and it took his mind off of the now seething pain in his groin.
Somewhat.
After recovering, Seimei leaned back and sat on Soubi's shins, watching him suffer with glee. He picked up the knife again and stared at him for a full half hour, waiting for one chance to punish him.
"Don't you dare touch yourself. I'll know if you do."
Without another word, Seimei zipped himself up, put on his coat, and walked out of the room.
Obedient until the end, Soubi stood up and pulled up his pants. He sighed, wondering how on earth he would make it through the night, but strengthened his resolve to obey his master.
Seimei’s word, after all, was law.