Yes, dammit, again.
Title: Kaidoh's Certainty
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: InuKai
I couldn't help it. The doujinshi I got today inspired this little bit o' smut. Because Inui's just so wickedly hot.
Kaidoh’s Certainty
Kaidoh shifted, dark gaze flitting quickly to his Senpai who sat directly beside him. Kaidoh licked his lips, soft puff of breath audible only to Inui, who appeared completely preoccupied with the notebook he was scribbling in.
Across the table, Kikumaru was attempting to avail himself of the enormous platter of food Momoshiro had piled high for himself. Tezuka had recently taken his leave, with Fuji only seconds behind. Oishi was ticking off the finer points of tact and diplomacy to a rather disinterested Echizen and poor Kawamura was clearing plates and making jokes as he worked.
Kaidoh shivered. He was in a most delicious sort of agony. No longer able to eat, he closed his eyes, hissing softly.
Kikumaru nudged at Momoshiro’s shoulder and leaned across the table. “Saa, Kaidoh-kun, if you’re not going to eat your nigiri you should give it to me. Momo-chan was very greedy.”
Kaidoh barely lifted his gaze, nodding quick assent. When he spoke, his voice was low, strained. “Go ahead, Eiji-Senpai. I do not want the rest.”
Kikumaru clapped and stuck his tongue out at Momo, who only laughed as he popped a rice ball into his mouth. “Hoi, hoi, Kaidoh, sankyuu.”
Kaidoh nodded, only barely aware of the conversation, the activity going on around him. His focus was on the boy beside him and the likely evil he would do this night. As though reading his thoughts, Inui slid his hand along his pocket, pretending to stretch as he smiled briefly at Momoshiro, who was studying him intently.
Kaidoh tensed, muscles straining beneath his polo, beneath his shorts. He was beginning to sweat and his eyes were glazed. He had to fight to level his breathing - just to keep from panting.
“Oi, Inui-Senpai, what are you working on while the rest of us are busy stuffing ourselves?”
Kaidoh choked, swallowing hard and shifting again. Oishi paused in his exposition and peered at Kaidoh. “Kaidoh? Are you ill?”
Inui reached over, plucking Kaidoh’s bandana from his head and laying it over his kouhai’s thigh. Kaidoh shot him a murderous glare and nodded tightly at Oishi. “I am fine, Oishi-Senpai.”
“He is simply overheated, still. My data indicates that Kaidoh did not consume enough electrolytes throughout the last four hours and he is now paying the price. The bandana is a hindrance at this point.”
Momoshiro laughed and took a noisy slurp of his cola. “Haha, so you’re studying Mamushi.”
Kaidoh’s fingers curled into fists and the growl forming in the back of his throat quickly transformed into a sharp inhalation. Momoshiro chuckled. Kaidoh silently swore that, later, he would make the bigmouth pay.
Inui only smiled faintly and turned back to his notebook. The others resumed their conversations though Kikumaru occasionally glanced at Kaidoh, brows drawn in consternation.
Kaidoh licked his lips, turned his head toward Inui, but didn’t utter a word. Inui canted his head, leaning in Kaidoh’s direction, though he didn’t stop writing. His voice was pitched low and only for Kaidoh’s ears. “You are uncomfortable, my little mamushi?”
Kaidoh tensed, breath quickening even as he warned himself against getting his hopes up. “Yes, Inui-Senpai.”
Beneath the table, Inui began to caress Kaidoh’s knee, just rubbing in his proprietary, infuriatingly possessive, addictive way. Kaidoh suppressed a whimper.
Inui allowed his fingers to trail upward along Kaidoh’s thigh, beneath his baggy shorts. Kaidoh clenched his jaw. Inui smiled faintly, tracing little circles on his kouhai’s inner thigh with only his thumb. That smooth, silken voice was still just a murmur, for which Kaidoh was imminently grateful. “You would like your reward now?”
Kaidoh exhaled with a tiny shudder. “Yes, please, Inui-Senpai.”
Inui idly turned the page, numbering neatly along the left column as though he hadn’t a care in the world. Kaidoh, however, could have easily chewed through a leather strap in his current condition. Inui brushed the backs of his fingers against the urgent rigidity between Kaidoh’s legs, just a touch, and patted the inside of his thigh lightly. “Very well.” He murmured. “Go into the bathroom. You have one minute and thirty seconds. Do not make it necessary for me to come in to fetch you.”
Kaidoh, nearly groaning in relief, scooted his chair back and quickly rose, turning away from his teammate’s with a low, ‘excuse me’ and laying his bandana on the table. Inui only barely managed to rein in his amusement, his pride in the beautiful, stubborn, incredibly passionate boy they all secretly called ‘viper’. Kaidoh Kaoru was a paradox of emotion and persona. Inui adored him beyond reason. Ever entertaining to Inui was the knowledge that no one knew, no one suspected, what he and Kaidoh were to each other. It made the perversion that much sweeter for their teammate’s complete ignorance of it.
Kaidoh’s movements were terse, jerky and the moment the bathroom door closed behind him with the sweet, sweet sound of impending resolution, he turned the lock, pressed his back to the door and slid one hand quickly into the front of his shorts. He curled his fingers tight around his cock, so painfully aroused that his erection was nearly purple and leaking clear fluid steadily from the flushed, swollen crown. He whimpered when he swiped his thumb over the tiny slit and arched into his own hand, breathing hard and rough now, when no one was able to witness his desperation. Giving up his control was a delight that Kaidoh never imagined he would grow to relish quite so much.
He fisted himself roughly, urgently - tugging his shorts down just beneath his scrotum and holding them there while he thrust and twisted into the tight channel of his own hand. He had to bite his lip, just to keep from crying out, when the vibration in his ass intensified. Bowing his head forward, he quickened his pace, tugging desperately at his dripping erection while his Senpai, still seated so imperiously at the table, toyed with the settings of the little remote he kept in his pocket.
“Bastard.” Kaidoh hissed, even as his heart swelled with emotion. It was in Kaidoh’s nature to resist being controlled, to resist giving in to another person’s will. It was also, sadly, in his nature to afford his betters the respect due them.
No matter the method they chose to receive such respect. But Inui-Senpai loved him - of that Kaidoh was very, very certain.
Tensing again, Kaidoh panted, Inui’s name a broken whimper from his lips as he gained an intense, mind-numbing release, spilling hot into his own hand. Leaning his head back against the door, Kaidoh slumped, feeling practically boneless. He inhaled, shivering, shuddering, spent. The torturous vibration had ceased.
Kaidoh managed a faint smile as he moved to the sink to clean himself up. He wiped his hands, his lower belly, and met his own intimidating glare in the mirror as he reached behind him to tug gently on the wires that still protruded from his body. He sucked in a breath as the small, egg-shaped vibrator slid out of him and he hissed when, finally, he was free of it.
He looked at it dispassionately, as it lay so unassuming and still in his palm. Strange to imagine that only moments ago, it had lit a fire within Kaidoh that had threatened to consume him.
It buzzed to life, just once, startling a squeak from Kaidoh and he blushed, glad that Inui was not there to see it. Frowning minutely, Kaidoh moved to the sink to wash both his hands and Inui’s instrument of torture. The smug bastard was reminding him of his time limit and Kaidoh meant to sneak in just under the wire.
Hiding the toy tightly within his grasp, Kaidoh hurried back to the table, sliding into his seat and glancing up through his bangs at his teammates, still seated at the table. They seemed unperturbed by his reappearance and he picked up his glass, drinking deeply of it. He felt his Senpai’s hand resting on his thigh, palm up, and Kaidoh relinquished the vibrator with a small sigh of relief. He was free of it - until tomorrow.
“One minute and forty-nine seconds, Kaidoh. Your efficiency is admirable.” Inui told him quietly. Kikumaru blinked in surprise and Momoshiro laughed. Kaidoh narrowed his eyes.
“You collect data on the amount of time we spend in the bathroom, Inui-kun?” Kikumaru inquired in a surprised, high-pitched voice. Oishi laughed and squeezed his partner’s shoulder. “Careful, Eiji, you don’t want him timing you, right?”
Eiji squeaked and leaned against Oishi, who rubbed his back covertly, gently.
Echizen had wandered over to talk to Kawamura and Momoshiro was finishing up his dinner. Oishi and Kikumaru were now, apparently, too distracted with each other to spare Kaidoh any further attentions. Which was all fine with Kaidoh.
Inui leaned in close, pocketing the vibrator. His breath tickled Kaidoh’s ear, though he hid this small intimacy by retying Kaidoh’s bandana as he’d had it placed earlier.
“You exceeded your time limit, Mamushi.”
Kaidoh turned his head to meet his Senpai’s eyes. His gaze was dark and tinted with just the slightest hint of defiance. “Yes, Inui-Senpai. I apologize.”
Pretending to straighten the bandana, Inui stroked Kaidoh’s cheekbone, reveling in the blush that rose along that beautifully sun-bronzed skin. “Do not apologize. Your punishment will be nothing but pleasure…Kaoru.”
Kaidoh ducked his head to hide his small smile. His Senpai loved him - of that he was very, very certain.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: InuKai
I couldn't help it. The doujinshi I got today inspired this little bit o' smut. Because Inui's just so wickedly hot.
Kaidoh’s Certainty
Kaidoh shifted, dark gaze flitting quickly to his Senpai who sat directly beside him. Kaidoh licked his lips, soft puff of breath audible only to Inui, who appeared completely preoccupied with the notebook he was scribbling in.
Across the table, Kikumaru was attempting to avail himself of the enormous platter of food Momoshiro had piled high for himself. Tezuka had recently taken his leave, with Fuji only seconds behind. Oishi was ticking off the finer points of tact and diplomacy to a rather disinterested Echizen and poor Kawamura was clearing plates and making jokes as he worked.
Kaidoh shivered. He was in a most delicious sort of agony. No longer able to eat, he closed his eyes, hissing softly.
Kikumaru nudged at Momoshiro’s shoulder and leaned across the table. “Saa, Kaidoh-kun, if you’re not going to eat your nigiri you should give it to me. Momo-chan was very greedy.”
Kaidoh barely lifted his gaze, nodding quick assent. When he spoke, his voice was low, strained. “Go ahead, Eiji-Senpai. I do not want the rest.”
Kikumaru clapped and stuck his tongue out at Momo, who only laughed as he popped a rice ball into his mouth. “Hoi, hoi, Kaidoh, sankyuu.”
Kaidoh nodded, only barely aware of the conversation, the activity going on around him. His focus was on the boy beside him and the likely evil he would do this night. As though reading his thoughts, Inui slid his hand along his pocket, pretending to stretch as he smiled briefly at Momoshiro, who was studying him intently.
Kaidoh tensed, muscles straining beneath his polo, beneath his shorts. He was beginning to sweat and his eyes were glazed. He had to fight to level his breathing - just to keep from panting.
“Oi, Inui-Senpai, what are you working on while the rest of us are busy stuffing ourselves?”
Kaidoh choked, swallowing hard and shifting again. Oishi paused in his exposition and peered at Kaidoh. “Kaidoh? Are you ill?”
Inui reached over, plucking Kaidoh’s bandana from his head and laying it over his kouhai’s thigh. Kaidoh shot him a murderous glare and nodded tightly at Oishi. “I am fine, Oishi-Senpai.”
“He is simply overheated, still. My data indicates that Kaidoh did not consume enough electrolytes throughout the last four hours and he is now paying the price. The bandana is a hindrance at this point.”
Momoshiro laughed and took a noisy slurp of his cola. “Haha, so you’re studying Mamushi.”
Kaidoh’s fingers curled into fists and the growl forming in the back of his throat quickly transformed into a sharp inhalation. Momoshiro chuckled. Kaidoh silently swore that, later, he would make the bigmouth pay.
Inui only smiled faintly and turned back to his notebook. The others resumed their conversations though Kikumaru occasionally glanced at Kaidoh, brows drawn in consternation.
Kaidoh licked his lips, turned his head toward Inui, but didn’t utter a word. Inui canted his head, leaning in Kaidoh’s direction, though he didn’t stop writing. His voice was pitched low and only for Kaidoh’s ears. “You are uncomfortable, my little mamushi?”
Kaidoh tensed, breath quickening even as he warned himself against getting his hopes up. “Yes, Inui-Senpai.”
Beneath the table, Inui began to caress Kaidoh’s knee, just rubbing in his proprietary, infuriatingly possessive, addictive way. Kaidoh suppressed a whimper.
Inui allowed his fingers to trail upward along Kaidoh’s thigh, beneath his baggy shorts. Kaidoh clenched his jaw. Inui smiled faintly, tracing little circles on his kouhai’s inner thigh with only his thumb. That smooth, silken voice was still just a murmur, for which Kaidoh was imminently grateful. “You would like your reward now?”
Kaidoh exhaled with a tiny shudder. “Yes, please, Inui-Senpai.”
Inui idly turned the page, numbering neatly along the left column as though he hadn’t a care in the world. Kaidoh, however, could have easily chewed through a leather strap in his current condition. Inui brushed the backs of his fingers against the urgent rigidity between Kaidoh’s legs, just a touch, and patted the inside of his thigh lightly. “Very well.” He murmured. “Go into the bathroom. You have one minute and thirty seconds. Do not make it necessary for me to come in to fetch you.”
Kaidoh, nearly groaning in relief, scooted his chair back and quickly rose, turning away from his teammate’s with a low, ‘excuse me’ and laying his bandana on the table. Inui only barely managed to rein in his amusement, his pride in the beautiful, stubborn, incredibly passionate boy they all secretly called ‘viper’. Kaidoh Kaoru was a paradox of emotion and persona. Inui adored him beyond reason. Ever entertaining to Inui was the knowledge that no one knew, no one suspected, what he and Kaidoh were to each other. It made the perversion that much sweeter for their teammate’s complete ignorance of it.
Kaidoh’s movements were terse, jerky and the moment the bathroom door closed behind him with the sweet, sweet sound of impending resolution, he turned the lock, pressed his back to the door and slid one hand quickly into the front of his shorts. He curled his fingers tight around his cock, so painfully aroused that his erection was nearly purple and leaking clear fluid steadily from the flushed, swollen crown. He whimpered when he swiped his thumb over the tiny slit and arched into his own hand, breathing hard and rough now, when no one was able to witness his desperation. Giving up his control was a delight that Kaidoh never imagined he would grow to relish quite so much.
He fisted himself roughly, urgently - tugging his shorts down just beneath his scrotum and holding them there while he thrust and twisted into the tight channel of his own hand. He had to bite his lip, just to keep from crying out, when the vibration in his ass intensified. Bowing his head forward, he quickened his pace, tugging desperately at his dripping erection while his Senpai, still seated so imperiously at the table, toyed with the settings of the little remote he kept in his pocket.
“Bastard.” Kaidoh hissed, even as his heart swelled with emotion. It was in Kaidoh’s nature to resist being controlled, to resist giving in to another person’s will. It was also, sadly, in his nature to afford his betters the respect due them.
No matter the method they chose to receive such respect. But Inui-Senpai loved him - of that Kaidoh was very, very certain.
Tensing again, Kaidoh panted, Inui’s name a broken whimper from his lips as he gained an intense, mind-numbing release, spilling hot into his own hand. Leaning his head back against the door, Kaidoh slumped, feeling practically boneless. He inhaled, shivering, shuddering, spent. The torturous vibration had ceased.
Kaidoh managed a faint smile as he moved to the sink to clean himself up. He wiped his hands, his lower belly, and met his own intimidating glare in the mirror as he reached behind him to tug gently on the wires that still protruded from his body. He sucked in a breath as the small, egg-shaped vibrator slid out of him and he hissed when, finally, he was free of it.
He looked at it dispassionately, as it lay so unassuming and still in his palm. Strange to imagine that only moments ago, it had lit a fire within Kaidoh that had threatened to consume him.
It buzzed to life, just once, startling a squeak from Kaidoh and he blushed, glad that Inui was not there to see it. Frowning minutely, Kaidoh moved to the sink to wash both his hands and Inui’s instrument of torture. The smug bastard was reminding him of his time limit and Kaidoh meant to sneak in just under the wire.
Hiding the toy tightly within his grasp, Kaidoh hurried back to the table, sliding into his seat and glancing up through his bangs at his teammates, still seated at the table. They seemed unperturbed by his reappearance and he picked up his glass, drinking deeply of it. He felt his Senpai’s hand resting on his thigh, palm up, and Kaidoh relinquished the vibrator with a small sigh of relief. He was free of it - until tomorrow.
“One minute and forty-nine seconds, Kaidoh. Your efficiency is admirable.” Inui told him quietly. Kikumaru blinked in surprise and Momoshiro laughed. Kaidoh narrowed his eyes.
“You collect data on the amount of time we spend in the bathroom, Inui-kun?” Kikumaru inquired in a surprised, high-pitched voice. Oishi laughed and squeezed his partner’s shoulder. “Careful, Eiji, you don’t want him timing you, right?”
Eiji squeaked and leaned against Oishi, who rubbed his back covertly, gently.
Echizen had wandered over to talk to Kawamura and Momoshiro was finishing up his dinner. Oishi and Kikumaru were now, apparently, too distracted with each other to spare Kaidoh any further attentions. Which was all fine with Kaidoh.
Inui leaned in close, pocketing the vibrator. His breath tickled Kaidoh’s ear, though he hid this small intimacy by retying Kaidoh’s bandana as he’d had it placed earlier.
“You exceeded your time limit, Mamushi.”
Kaidoh turned his head to meet his Senpai’s eyes. His gaze was dark and tinted with just the slightest hint of defiance. “Yes, Inui-Senpai. I apologize.”
Pretending to straighten the bandana, Inui stroked Kaidoh’s cheekbone, reveling in the blush that rose along that beautifully sun-bronzed skin. “Do not apologize. Your punishment will be nothing but pleasure…Kaoru.”
Kaidoh ducked his head to hide his small smile. His Senpai loved him - of that he was very, very certain.