---I can take you out with just a flick of my wrist..--

garbage

Dog Eat Dog

part 2

by Mink

        Molten orange light seeped through the closed blinds of the office, and branded ovals of perfect sunset light down the plain bare walls.

        "But--" Ryo looked uncertainly at Sai.

        Seiji sighed. "Pretend it's me."

        Seiji waited patiently until Ryo slid between Sai's spread legs, his back on the smooth cold metal table. Sai's sex was tightly trussed up under him, and working it with his fingers, moving more gently when Sai jerked and hissed over him behind the muzzle, Ryo pulled the length of his sex free, leaving his balls bound up and pulled back. The cruel lacing left the silky soft skin a bruised pink, and Sai moaned in relief when Ryo worked it free in his palm. Seiji watched Ryo's face take notice of Sai's body, something he was sure Ryo had never once considered before. Reaching up, Ryo's dark hand touched the tight hard stomach above him, feeling Sai's trembling skin.

    Sai made a small sound when he felt Ryo's hand on his lower stomach, his stomach muscles skittish to his touch. The thighs pulled so painfully apart on either side of him exsentuated the lean definition Sai possessed.

        Letting his hands go up around his thighs, Ryo grasped Sai's ass, and pulled him down while lifting his own head, sliding Sai's entire sex into his mouth, burying his face up between Sai's legs.

        Seiji felt a corner of his mouth lift in a smile.

        Sai eyes fluttered, a pitiful noise coming from him, his sex engulfed in hot wet mouth, his balls were in a tight aching grasp and something forced into his body, hard and deep, making him writhe and sweat.

It was too much. Not one part of him wasn't being forced, violated and taken.

        Seiji put his pale hand on Sai's face, turning it towards him. Sai's eyes welled with tears as they blinked open and looked up in fear. He tried to say Seiji's name behind his leather gag but it came out muffled, incoherent. A soft moan from Ryo's sucking so fiercely on him, relentless and unflagging, hurting him a little with the force of it. His arms trembled in pain from trying to hold himself up, his thighs shuddered in agony, being forced even further apart by Ryo.

        "He does that well." Seiji whispered, kissing the sweaty skin by Sai's large green eye. "Do you like it?"

        Sai felt himself shaking his head, hot wet tears running down his face over the metal bits of his muzzle.

        Seiji brushed some of the reddish brown hair out of Sai's eyes. "Would you like me to let you go?"

        Sai nodded hopefully, blinking back when Ryo, with a sudden jerk, pulled him down hard, Ryo's mouth taking in not only his sex but his laced balls as well. Sai groaned in sensation, a hard sweet chill coursing through his body. He looked back up at Seiji weakly, trying to pull him self back up, and nodded again.

        "You know how long it took him learn that without gagging?" Seiji blinked twice in annoyance.

        "Seiji?" It was Rowan. He was sitting on the chair Seiji and Ryo had been on. He was looking at Sai uncertainly. "Can we let him go now? He looks kinda, I don't know, fretful?"

        "Yes, I know." Seiji said, turning Sai's face side to side by his chin. "Isn't it touching?"

        Sai looked at Rowan hopefully, making small desperate moans, Ryo's mouth relentless under him.

        "I think," Seiji began, putting his fingertips under Sai's chin and leaning down to look into Sai's wide eyes." ..that's there is a part of you that enjoys this."

        Helpfully, Sai quickly shook his head.

        "I think," Seiji finished, " ... you do." He walked around behind the table and Sai felt Ryo start and then moan over his sex trapped tightly in his mouth, working Sai even harder. Sai looked pleadingly at Rowan, who stood and walked to him.

        Sai was so shy about being nude in front of even Rowan sometimes, locking the door when he took a shower or blushing if he noticed Rowan watching him when he undressed.

        "Sai." Rowan murmured, his hand brushing back Sai's damp hair.

        Sai whimpered, rubbing his face pathetically against Rowan's hand. It was terrible of him, Sai knew, for Rowan to have made him do any of this. But he could not help but feel that small rush of heat come to his face when Ryo groaned between his legs.

        "Seiji.." Rowan began, clearing his throat "When is this game over?"

        Seiji smiled just a little at him from across the room. "What game?"

        The time had arrived. Brought slowly and hot by Ryo's mouth and hands.

        Sai trembled and gently sunk down until his cheek lay against the metal table, his moaning becoming harder and more desperate, Ryo's hands kept his hips up while he exploded silently into Ryo's mouth. Sai twisted his wrists in their restraints, panting in aftershocks.

        "That's all we were waiting for Sai." Seiji said pulling the straps around Sai's wrists loose. Ryo was gone and then his ankles were free as well.

        Sai pulled his knees under himself, thankful to finally rest his thighs, the warm ebbing throb between his legs leaving him breathless and disoriented. Rowan unbuckled the muzzle from around his head, giving him that lopsided smile of his. Sai licked at his dry lips, working his tired jaw.

        Running water could be heard somewhere far away.

"Take him home." Seiji said softly over his shoulder, as he closed the distant door behind him.

Ryo was on all fours in several inches on hot soapy water.

          The bath water steamed under him, wafting like delicate smoke up his dark thighs and wrapping softly up his arms. The room was humid and thick with scented bath oil leaving a sheen of sweat along his back, black wisps of hair clung to the back of his neck

        "Don't drop it Ryo." Seated at the edge of the tub, Seiji lightly tapped the faucet, where a single glistening drop of water clung to the dull silver spout.

        Ryo shook his head slowly trying to slow his breathing, the brush in his mouth was making his jaw ache. The plastic and wooden handle was heavy and constantly threatened to slip from between his teeth.

        "And keep your head up."

        Ryo lifted his head higher, the image of Sai following the same orders only a small time ago. Sai was tied and forced but Ryo wasn't. It stung, Ryo realized, to be left the freedom to obey or to defy. It made obeying a harsher reality. It made him even less than captured and taken. It made him compliant.

        A good pet.

        A pet that listened well. It shocked him to recognize the pride in Seiji's next words.

        "Good boy."

Pride and something else.

        Seiji leaned closer to whisper in his ear. "You are dirty Ryo."

        Ryo shut his eyes, his skin prickling in a cold flush despite the hot steamy water that reached just barely over his wrists and lapped at his knees, moving like hot silk over his calves.

        "You are dirty and you need a bath." Seiji righted himself and looked beyond him.

        The blindfold slipped over his eyes like night had come making the dim candle light disappear, giving way to blackness. Seiji had taken the brush from his mouth and worked the soft bristles over his skin in slow even strokes. Running over his back and down the back on his thighs. Ever so often Seiji dipped the brush into the water, the bath oil smoothing onto his skin.

        Seiji pushed him up so that he stood on his knees, his hands going out uncertainly to steady himself, but before his hands found the edge of the broad tub Seiji caught his hands in his own.

        "Do you trust me Ryo?" Seiji asked. He always spoke so softly and his intent was never as benign.

        Ryo bit down hard, his muscle in his jaw flexing, his hands going up to grasp Seiji's upper arms in a hard grip. "Seiji-"

        Seiji's hands were smooth on his chest, moving to his collar bone and to the base of his throat, smooth and gliding over his skin with the oil Seiji had worked into his skin. One hand went don't to his chest and squeezed his nipple hard, rolling it in his fingertips. Ryo made a small sound of pain when Seiji pinched it hard and then gently rubbed it again.

        "Do you trust me Ryo?"

        Seiji was putting something cold against his nipple and he hissed but didn't move away, his grip on Seiji's arms so hard his hands were beginning to tremble. "Seiji..."

        Seiji was blowing on his chest and his nipple went from cold to freezing, hard and sensitive under his gentle breath. Seiji"s hair brushed his chest and tickled under Ryo's chin as his mouth closed over it, taking it between his teeth and flicking at it with his tongue.

        Seiji withdrew leaving Ryo's nipple alone for a moment, tortured and intense. Ryo was being pushed, his back was against the opposite side of the tub, Seiji was pulling his thighs down under the knees. The ceramic was cool against his heated skin. Ryo didn't let go of Seiji's hard upper arms, even when Seiji moved over him, straddling his body. The blindfold burned on his face. He wanted to see every detail, he wanted to watch Seiji's pale eyes for the next move.

        Seiji rubbed Ryo's hard sex with the underneath of his own body, his hot mouth on Ryo's chest again, Seiji's tongue finding his nipple as Ryo felt Seiji ease Ryo into himself, into his body and begin to work him. The slow drip of the faucet echoed in the humid heat, the perfume of the oil made him dizzy.

        "Do you trust me Ryo?" Seiji voice travelled over him, just a small hint of breathlessness in his voice as he moved slowly and languidly up and down, his skin smooth and wet against Ryo's own.

        "Seiji..." Ryo wanted to tear the blindfold away, groaning in frustration. Seiji was cheating him of the white skin against his own sun darkened flesh. What did Seiji not want him to see?

        Ryo could hear something metallic click against the tub's sides, Seiji was reaching for something. "You trust me Ryo?"

        "Seiji!" Ryo gasped, his hands clutching at Seiji as if he could crush him. But he didn't shove him away. No matter how much he feared what Seiji may do next.

        Seiji drew close again and then it came.

        Cold hot and slow, Ryo felt the sudden piercing pain on his chest, slow and awful through the delicate skin. He cried out and tried to right himself involuntarily.

        "Don't move Ryo." Seiji warned.

        Ryo remained frozen in place, his teeth bared in agony, his grip on Seiji's upper arms making the muscles in his arms ache.

        "All done."

        Ryo made himself breathe again, his nipple felt heavy, and something cold lay against his skin. Seiji pulled his blindfold off.

        "What did you do to me?" Ryo gasped blinking, his voice small and rushed.

        A ring, a shiny silver ring with a dusky green stone strung on it hung from his nipple. Ryo felt hot suddenly, his head swimming, and looked slowly back up to Seiji's violet appraisal. who gently took Ryo's hands off of his arms. A single drop of blood ran a lazy line down to his stomach.

        Seiji sat back in the tub in front of him, pushing his long legs out to either of Ryo who sat up to kneel, looking down at Seiji in dull shock.

        "It suits you.' Seiji said laying back against the curved ivory tub, the steamy water lending a sheen to his pale skin, his lean frame. He brushed the pale blonde hair from his eyes with damp hands and smiled up at him in that slow slightly mean way Seiji seemed to smile. "Touch it."

        Ryo looked down at what Seiji had done. He gently touched the ring with trembling fingers unwilling to feel that pain again, but it was instead numb, the perfect green stone glint up under his examination.

        Seiji was recline, the smooth ivory skin marred with dark purple bruises on his upper arms where Ryo had clung to him. "Seiji?"

        Seiji knees were spread on either side of Ryo and Seiji idly tapped Ryo with them. Seiji slid lower into the shallow water and spread his legs wider, his hands went down into the few inches of scented water between his legs and absently rubbed it up his lower stomach and up onto his chest.

Seiji wasn't looking at the ring anymore. "Touch it."

        Ryo slid down into the tub, feeling the hot water on his stomach and the dull ache of his nipple when he brushed it against Seiji's thigh. Seiji twined his hands into Ryo's hair bringing his face to his own and kissing his open mouth slowly. Ryo lingered long enough to kiss a bruise that fit the shape of his hand on Seiji's white skin, a silent regret and apology, before he eased down Seiji's body and buried his face in between Seiji's spread legs.

        "Finish." Seiji asked, spreading his legs even wider.

        Ryo pushed into the warm pale body underneath him hard and with a sharp moan, his chest aching with the weight of cold surgical steel, their mouths locked in more of a bite than a kiss, the tang of coppery fear lingering on his tongue. The shallow hot water rioted against them both as his need grew to violence, his violence blossoming into desire, his desire to perfect submission.

Ryo did what he was good at.

Ryo obeyed.

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