Sparklehorse

Gokudera closed his eyes, drawing a sharp breath between his clenched lips, hands fisting the material of his jeans. It was wrong of him to do this, wrong of him to come to this place, and yet he did, without question.

“Ushishishi.” There was no shortage of amusement in the laughter. “I ordered you to take those off.” Orders. Fuck him and his orders, Gokudera thinks once, drawing his lips into a frown. Oh, but that’s right. That’s why he’s here. The material falls without a whisper followed closely by the shirt. Belphegor’s laughter is hardly heard, as Gokudera steels himself for the verbal assault he knows is coming. “Such a pretty creature the Prince is presented with. Only the best for ponies for royalty.” Ponies? Who the fuck said anything about Gokudera being a fucking pony?

His thoughts were cut off as a cupped hand was thrust at him. “What the fuck is that?”

“Ushishishi. Ponies can’t talk, idiot.” The Prince chuckled. The hand was still under Gokudera’s nose, shuddering with Bel’s silent laughter. “They’re sugar cubes. Good ponies eat sugar cubes from their master’s hand.” Oh. Really? Gokudera wasn’t in a position to argue. This was Bel’s game, Bel’s world. He just played by the rules as best he could in hopes for…well for whatever it was that he and Bel did. Sex? Not really. Fighting? Not really. It was something in between, something intangible.

He dropped his lips to Belphegor’s outstretched hand, letting his tongue errantly stroke the blonde’s palm as he lifted one of the sugar cubes into his mouth. He heard the slight, undignified groan from above him.

“What a good pony.” The Prince was saying, his voice coming from a lot closer than Gokudera remembered it being. He looked up and was met halfway by the blonde’s questing lips. Ah, yeah, this was why he did this shit. This was why he put up with Bel and his bullshit games. Because the kid was a fucking amazing kisser. It was inhuman the things this boy could do, especially when he dropped his head to the side like that and nibbled oh-so-softly on the pulse point.

“Gods, Bel…” Under his breath, barely a whisper, Gokudera hadn’t even meant to say it. He didn’t even realise he’d done something wrong until lightning sharp pain struck through his chin. He pulled his face away from Belphegor. “What the hell?” Another strike, he had no doubt that it was Bel orchestrating the hits. He reached up, touching the nicks on his chin. His fingers came away red.

“I told you,” Bel said calmly, like explaining a concept to a small child, “royal ponies may not talk.” His tongue caught the edge of Gokudera’s mouth, dragged down to collect the coppery blood. So he wasn’t allowed to talk at all? Shit, that was going to be tough. Gokudera was not at all the silent type. He blushed heavily at the thought.

“Ushishishi.” Sometimes Gokudera hated that laugh. Scratch that, Gokudera always hated that laugh, it meant that Belphegor was up to something. They’d done this enough times for the silver-haired man to realise when not all was as it seemed with the Prince. “It’s a lovely day,” In truth it was night and it was raining, but Gokudera didn’t say anything about it. It was a challenge and he knew it. He also knew that his chin was in a bit of pain and that correcting the Prince would only add another cut to his aching skin. Bel liked to shed blood wherever he could where sex was concerned. Seeing that his bait was not being taken, Belphegor frowned but continued. “I think I’d like to take a ride on my new royal pony.” Again, oh.

“I’m not going to le--“ The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them and this time the strike was higher, right above his eye. Gokudera blinked as blood slid down into his vision. Gokudera wasn’t sure where it was that Belphegor kept those damn knives but if he ever found out…Not that it mattered much though because Bel was pressing a kiss to his wound, sucking lightly around it to draw out more crimson flows. It reminded Gokudera vividly of the other times when that mouth had been put to such use. A good deal lower of course and without the addition of blood, but a reminder nonetheless. Gokudera chocked off a word into a groan as Bel tongued the area. Hands were pushing on his shoulders than, encouraging him to his knees.

The royal horse sucking the royal Prince off? What the fuck kind of world was Bel living in? But then Bel was following him, pressing their chests together as his kiss descended once more to Gokudera’s mouth. The blonde’s hands were everywhere, pressing, tugging, kneading, needing, his mouth followed, leaving little bites in the wake of his hands. It left Gokudera with nothing to do but clutch uselessly to the loose fabric of Bel’s jacket and try to stifle his moaning. About those clothes…He wondered idly if Bel just wanted to leave them on during the escapade. It wouldn’t have surprised him, honestly. He knew better than to ask. He learned fast.

Besides, even if he could have asked, he probably would have just gotten some shit response. I *am* a Prince, what do you expect? For me to parade around bare like a commoner? Gokudera shuddered, partly from Belphegor’s tongue doing those amazing things to his nipple, partly from how well he could envision the boy’s voice. How well he knew the words…

“Isn’t the pony enjoying the outing?” Bel asked from around Gokudera’s naval. He flashed that smile, that horrid, lovely, full-faced smile. “Not speaking, eh?” And if Gokudera’s tongue didn’t jump to answer at that, but part of him was afraid that the next slice might not be on his face but somewhere lower and wholly more important. He bit down hard on his lip and simply restrained himself to a nod. “Well,” Bel ignored him, hand coming up to cup his lightly bobbing erection, “we could always just cut straight to the ride.”

Gokudera blushed, leaning in to the slow--painfully slow, fuck, why was he moving so slowly--strokes on his cock. He met Bel’s gaze, or as best he could meet the gaze of someone who’s eyes were constantly obscured by fringe, with a pleading brightness. “Please…” He didn’t voice it, he mouthed it, no air left his lungs to be vocalised with.

Bel smiled again. “All right, right to the fun then.” His hand was on Gokudera’s neck, tightening as he slipped around to the back. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt or anything…” It always meant that it would. Always. Meant it would sting and be sore for days after the fact. Meant it would be more than a bitch going in. But the hold on the back of his neck was strong, surprisingly so, and the added edge of humiliation, of danger, sort of piqued Gokudera’s lust. That fact, rightfully so, worried him. But then again, this was what it was all about. Control, power, nobility…he couldn’t just walk away and say fuck it, he couldn’t. The game was just too much fun.

Two minutes later, Gokudera was ready to eat his own words.

Face-down on the floor, knees going numb, elbows going numb, hands clenched hard as Belphegor pushed forward. It hurt. It always fucking hurt. Because Bel didn’t prep. Because royalty didn’t do that. The rough feel of the blonde’s jacket scraped across Gokudera’s back as the Prince leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“What a nice saddle the pony has for the Prince. Ushishishi.” And Gokudera wasn’t sure if that was a compliment, an insult or what, but it simmered a sort of humiliated anger in him. Biting back the pain, Gokudera slammed his hips backwards, forcing Belphergor deeper and drawing out a surprised, breathy little, “Oh.” from him. “So the pony just wants to go right for the prize,” Bel mused, still leaning down, “well then go for it.” He moved then, drawing back and pushing in much too quickly. Gokudera’s hands stretched, fingers scrabbling uselessly on the tile. It was pain he should have been used to, it shouldn’t have caused the tears to well up in his eyes, shouldn’t have caused him to bite his lip and choke down a hoarse--ha ha--cry.

His discomfort went unnoticed by Bel, who controlled the thrusts, ranging from slow and easy to sharp and deep. Control, there was that word again. It shivered through Gokudera as he began to thrust back, deepening every stroke. It really was what it was all about. It was what made everything worth it.

Gokudera’s head snapped up as Belpehgor’s cock brushed that spot inside him that caused the electricity of pleasure to spike through him. He hummed out something nonsense, biting off true words at the last moment. He probably didn’t have to worry about being cut, Bel wasn’t paying mind to much except that elusive end; that finish. The Prince was close, Gokudera knew, because he was close and they seemed to always be on the same page with that sort of thing. He braced his forehead on the hard floor, angling himself more as best he could with Belphegor’s vice-like grip on his hips, snaking his hand under to pump himself.

And then he was there, warmth spreading outward from his core to his fingertips. He could feel Bel’s orgasm too; could feel the boy stiffening behind him, nails digging into the flesh of his hips.

“Ushishishi.” Gokudera glanced over his shoulder to Bel, drawing himself up to his knees, wincing as the first bit of feeling re-entered his elbows. “Looks like the royal pony made a mess of the floor.” He pointed to the spot in front of Gokudera. “The royal stable is going to have to clean that up and then he’s going to have to see the Prince about his punishment.” Belphegor said it with that ridiculous smile, his hair askew, tiara in hand. Many would have thought he was joking. Gokudera knew better. Fuck his pride and damn his future, with a small, almost non-existent smile, Gokudera set about the task of obeying.

Fin

[A/N]: I also posted this in the livejournal KHR Anon Kink Meme, but thought the love could be spread everywhere! Yes the title is a band name, I know. Hope y'all enjoyed. Review if you would.