For Valkyrie and Vin Addiction "… Benten…"
Helena sat up abruptly, scowling, lips a thin line, and glared at the sleeping body beside her. Sengoku was dreaming of Benten. Again.
She was heartily sick of this. Her frustration was made worse by the knowledge it was her own fault: if she hadn't arranged that birthday treat Sengoku would never have had anything to do with the beautiful albino and his incipient… obsession would never have come to anything…
She slid out of the huge bed and stalked over to a window, gazing out at the lights of Oedo, chewing thoughtfully on her lower lip. She had to do something about this, it was getting ridiculous.
Perhaps she ought to visit Benten, ask for his advice…
She grinned. Yes, that was most likely the best thing. She'd get over there tomorrow, see if he was available.
Licking her lips - and trying to convince herself that thrill she felt wasn't from the memory of his lips on her nipple, his cock in her cunt - she slid back into bed…Helena frowned. Was he out? It was after noon, she'd have expected him to be here… There was a faint buzz as the security camera focussed on her face. She smiled.
"Benten-san? Please may I come in?"
There was a pause, then a sigh and a click as the doorlock opened.
"Very well."
She stepped inside and quickly closed the door, then turned to face the albino, grinning…
… the expression immediately replaced by one of horror.
"Benten-san? What happened?!"
The albino sat awkwardly on a sofa, one leg under him, one arm curled around his ribs, the other helping to support his weight. A purple bruise, roughly hand-shaped, covered the left side of his face, and she could see more contusions, dark against his ivory skin, under the thigh-length yukata and down long legs. His eyes narrowed.
"Please, be seated Helena-san."
She hastily sat on the opposite sofa, leaning forwards worriedly.
"What happened? Do you need a medic? I can…"
He shook his head, wincing silently as various body-parts complained.
"It is unnecessary. The damage is trivial."
"But…"
He sighed.
"An… unfortunate choice of client. Whose friends decided they wished to partake without paying." He inclined his head. "It has been taken care of."
Helena bit her lip. She'd done some digging, knew that Benten had his own little coterie of 'admirers' who could be called on to act should anything… untoward… happen to their idol. She wondered which of the latest police-recovered mutilated bodies belonged to those who'd… attacked him…
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
There wouldn't be, of course, but she felt compelled to ask. He shook his head.
"Thank you, but no. Unless…" He glanced towards the cooking area. "Might I trouble you to make some tea?"
She smiled and stood hurriedly.
"Of course! Jasmine?"
"Please."The daidokoru was spotlessly clean, with modern equipment: she found and made the tea without difficulty. Carrying the lacquered tray back to the main room, she placed it on the low table and poured two cups, handing one to Benten: the albino took it, careful not to move too much. He was obviously in pain, and she wondered if she should mention the reason for her visit…
"Your good health."
She smiled.
"And yours, Benten-san, and a speedy recovery."
He half-smiled wryly.
"Let us thank our fortunate stars for modern medicine."
She nodded, sipping the fragrant brew, and for a moment there was a companionable silence. Then Benten sighed, shifting carefully into a slightly more comfortable position, resting on one hip - obviously to take the pressure off his backside, Helena thought, wincing in sympathy.
"How may I help you?"
She bit her lip.
"I… Perhaps I should come back when you're better…"
Crimson eyes glittered.
"Helena-san, I will be recovered in at most two days."
She blinked, then relaxed. Well, he had mentioned modern medicine, no doubt he had access to advanced healing processes. She nodded.
"It's Sengoku… Benten-san, he's… hooked on you. Dreams about you, calls your name in his sleep…"
Benten's eyebrows rose. He'd realised the man had a certain… compulsion towards himself, but not that it had gone that far. He inclined his head.
"And you wish me to attempt to break this… addiction."
Helena blinked, then offered a relieved sigh. She could almost believe the albino was a telepath at times, he was so adept at knowing what people wanted…
"I was hoping you might be able to… I don't know… upset him? Put him off? Make him do something so… distasteful he won't want you any more?"
A naïve young woman, Benten thought to himself, eyeing her appraisingly. She obviously had little notion of the darker side of male nature… He lowered his head.
"You understand I can promise nothing."
She nodded.
"I know, Benten-san."
"And if it makes the situation worse?"
She chewed her lower lip, then nodded again, reluctantly.
"I will accept full responsibility."
Moving carefully, he reached to take her hand.
"Are you sure, Helena? Will you be able to cope if he decides he likes what I will make him do, or that he prefers males?" He eyed her intently. "How deep are your feelings for him?"
She sighed. She'd been trying to work that out for herself for a while… After a moment she nodded once more, resigned this time.
"Forget my feelings, it's his I'm worried about. If he feels more for you than he does for me, then I'm not going to compete."
Benten's eyebrows shot up. That was all very well, but he didn't particularly want to have the Nikkoyama heir obsessed with him. There was a simmering quality to Sengoku, a potential for violence that could easily turn to jealousy, possessiveness - and Benten had no intention of abandoning his chosen path in life, it was too lucrative, occasionally highly enjoyable, and he was too proficient, for him to want to give it up. He frowned.
"You would surrender him that easily?"
She shrugged unhappily.
"I'd rather not. But… I'm not going to beg him to stay if he wants you. Or anyone else."
"Hmm."
She eyed him worriedly.
"Does that mean you won't do it? Please, Benten, I really want to try…"
Benten liked Helena. She was an intriguing mix of the pragmatic and romantic, intelligent without being pretentious, and charmingly open about herself and her feelings. A thoroughly nice girl. The sort Benten would have liked as a younger sister, had he been at all interested in acquiring any sort of family. He could almost feel a little protective towards her, regardless of her ability to take care of herself.
"Very well."
Helena let out a huge sigh of relief and slumped back onto the soft leather sofa, only then realising how tense she had been.
"Oh, thank you, Benten-san…"
He smiled.
"You understand I must charge for the service."
"Yes, of course." She hesitated. "There's one more thing…"
He inclined his head.
"Yes?"
"I'd like… can I…" She swallowed. "I'd like to watch… If that's OK…"
He nodded solemnly.
"That can be arranged." In fact, he had a small room next to this one with a comfortable chair, cushions, a small cabinet with an assortment of snacks, drinks - and toys, should the voyeur wish to pleasure themselves while watching - a one-way mirrorwall and a top-quality video-camera and recording equipment. "Though I wish for you to be absolutely certain you want to see what happens."
"I am."
The set of her jaw, the slightly narrowed eyes - she was determined to go through with it. He smiled, admiring her resolve.
"Very well. When?"
She glanced at his lower body, her face reddening slightly.
"How… soon would you be able to…?"
"Take him? Let us say in three days, to allow me time to recover fully." And to ensure his own comfort: he remembered how… substantial… Sengoku was…
Helena nodded.
"Very well. Around noon? Or is that too early?"
"Three in the afternoon would be more convenient."
"OK! Now… how do I get him here?"
Benten chuckled.
"Ah, now that, I'm afraid, I must leave to you…""What the fuck…? Why?"
Helena kissed him.
"Because, honey, my father wants me to. I'll be back in three days. You'll be OK for three days, won't you?"
Sengoku pouted, his shoulders slumped. Helena ran her fingers through his hair.
"Oh, surely you can manage without me for three days!"
Dark golden eyes gazed at her as he heaved a long-suffering sigh.
"I guess…"
She slid into his lap, nuzzling his ear.
"Would you do me a favour while I'm gone?"
"What?" It was surly, bad-tempered.
"You remember those sexy nipple clamps Benten was wearing for my birthday treat?"
There was a moment's silence, then a cautious,
"… yeah…?"
"Well, I asked him if I could have some made for me, with sapphires instead of rubies. And he agreed. They'll be ready around three tomorrow afternoon: would you mind picking them up for me? From his place?"
"Go visit that fuckin' queer? Forget it!"
She sighed.
"Oh, that's a pity." She gave a throaty little laugh. "I was hoping to wear them, the day I get back… along with a sexy little beaded thong I managed to find…"
The suddenly solid bulge at his groin told her just what he thought of that idea. He grunted.
"I suppose I could. Wouldn't take long."
She kissed him deeply and thoroughly.
"I'd be sooo grateful…"
He squirmed slightly, smiling hopefully into her face.
"You could show me just how grateful now…"
She schooled her face to melancholy.
"I'm sorry, honey. I have to go in" she glanced at her chronometer and gasped, pulling herself to her feet, "two minutes! Or I'll miss my connection."
"Fuck…"
She kissed his nose.
"When I get back, lover…"Sengoku stared up at the steel and glass pyramid. Again. He sighed.
Never thought he'd be back here.
No, that wasn't strictly true. He'd hoped he'd never need to come back here. Now that he was - well, the aching throb at his groin told him all he really needed to know.
He wanted to see Benten again.
He growled at himself, but there was no denying it. The thought of the beautiful albino made him hard. He dreamed about him, about touching him, fucking him… He wanted to hear Benten's voice, low and silky and so fuckin' sexy…
They'd parted on bad terms. He'd been cursing himself ever since. But he couldn't bring himself to apologise…
Maybe - whispered that little voice - maybe if you let him fuck you, he'd forgive you…
Yeah, right! Like he couldn't have anyone he wanted in the whole fuckin' country… Sengoku sighed. Well, at least he had a legitimate excuse. And he'd get to at least see the albino, if only for a moment.
Swallowing and hoping his erection wasn't too obvious he made his way to the high-speed elevator.He faced the security camera, keeping his face impassive as the faint buzz told him it was in operation.
"Helena asked me to pick up a package."
There was a moment or two of silence as Sengoku held his breath, unsure as to whether he'd be allowed entry or not, then the door clicked open.
Benten was standing at the main window, on a large, thick, soft fur rug, looking out… Sengoku's mouth went dry. The albino was in soft black leather, spike heeled boots, a tight little cropped top and trousers that fitted him like a second skin. He glanced over his shoulder at Sengoku, eyes smouldering.
Benten smiled, slowly, and Sengoku's legs turned to water.
"Uh…"
"Be seated." The terseness was alleviated somewhat by an elegant gesture towards one of the sofas: the albino watched as Sengoku stumbled over to collapse onto the leather, all will-power gone.
Good - that would make what was to come so much easier…
He loped to stand in front of his victim, arms crossed over his chest, and gazed at Sengoku for long moments, enjoying the other's growing more and more uncomfortable. Finally he smirked, red lips curling, and reached out to lightly scratch one long, crimson fingernail down Sengoku's cheek.
"Strip."
The darker man blanched.
"Wh… what…?"
The albino leaned forwards and down, caught Sengoku's face in graceful hands and kissed him, slowly and sensuously, fully aware of his arousal - and fear. The Nikkoyama heir didn't like losing control.
Or so he'd always told himself.
"I want you" Benten murmured "to take off your clothes. All of them."
"… wh… why…?"
One pale hand brushed lightly over his groin, making him shiver.
"Do I need a reason?"
Gulping, Sengoku tried to pull his senses together.
"But…"
Benten squeezed his cock.
"Do it."
Swallowing, the dark man struggled out of jacket and vest and trousers that were far, far too tight, wriggling them down his thighs, toeing off his boots and squirming out of everything in one motion. Naked, shivering and achingly erect, he sprawled helplessly, staring up at the albino.
Benten inclined his head.
"I think I'd like you as a stallion."
Sengoku blinked, startled. What the fuck was he on about? Benten wrapped a hand firmly around his cock and led him over to an elegant bureau against the far wall: helpless to do anything else, Sengoku stood waiting as the albino opened the third drawer and pulled out… What the fuck were those things?
He didn't have to wait for long to find out. Benten led him back to the rug before the window and locked a wide leather cockring around the base of his penis, with a thinner strap separating his balls. Wincing, Sengoku reached to try to remove it - only to have his hands slapped away painfully by an old fashioned riding crop.
"What the fuck…?"
"Shhhhh…." Benten silenced him with a long, slow kiss, which worsened the throbbing ache in his groin. Moaning, Sengoku waited for what was to come next with a racing heart.
Benten caught his wrists, raising his hands to red lips, and kissed his palms before fastening on what appeared to be leather cuffs, cuffs that were as effective as the metal ones the police still used. His arms partially immobilised, Sengoku watched the albino apprehensively…
Benten debated fitting a bit and bridle, but he wanted to have Sengoku's mouth and tongue free. There was one last refinement however…
He pushed Sengoku down to his knees, and then onto all fours. Lightly kicking his knees wide apart, Benten crouched behind the trembling man and parted the cheeks of his arse: Sengoku gasped and jerked forwards. Benten gripped his erect cock, allowing him to feel just a hint of sharp, blood-coloured nails, and he froze, for long enough for the albino to push a large butt plug, decorated with a long full horse-like tail, deeply into his arse.
Sengoku cried out and jerked up to his knees, whimpering as the action pressed the plug against his prostate.
"Get this fuckin' thing outta me!"
"No, I don't think so." Benten had risen to his feet and was stroking Sengoku's arse with the riding crop. "Stand up."
Fuck you!"
He yelped as the crop impacted lightly but stingingly with his buttock.
"I said, stand up."
"Fuck you!!"
This time there was some strength behind the blow, enough to persuade him that doing as he was told would be a lot less painful. Growling under his breath he struggled to his feet. Benten stroked the crop down his flushed face, then took his erection into one slender hand…
Sengoku groaned as he was pumped, slowly and expertly, and completely unable to come. It felt as though his balls were going to explode…
"Would you like to come?"
Sengoku shuddered as the hand kneaded his balls then trailed lightly up his cock again, stroking lightly over the head.
"'course I fucking want to come…"
The tip of a fingernail slid into the slit then out and across the taut skin, unbearably teasing.
"Please me, and I will let you do so."
What…?
"You sick bastard!"
Benten tapped his cock very, very lightly with the crop, and he cringed.
"You seem to have forgotten that you put up no resistance."
"I…" But he couldn't argue - it was absolutely true. Benten raised his cuffed hands and slid underneath, holding Sengoku close, leather-clad groin to bound cock, then cupped his buttocks, one hand moving to twist the butt plug… Sengoku gasped, then moaned. There were bumps on the fucking thing, small protrusions that rubbed and… and… fuckin' teased as it moved…
Benten's smile was smug.
"Ah, good…" He moved slightly away and planted his hands on his hips.
"Now, what shall I have you do first…? Ah, yes…"
And he began to strip, slowly, running his hands over smooth ivory skin, peeling the top over his chest and caressing his nipples into hard little peaks, turning his back to Sengoku to peel the trousers down lean thighs, sweet little arse displayed to perfection… He left the thigh boots on and turned to Sengoku.
Who stared, his cock twitching, at the albino's groin, the silvery-white froth of hair and the heavyset but currently flaccid cock. Benten smiled and dropped gracefully to sprawl on the fur on his back, stretching luxuriously, one hand stroking himself.
"Come here."
Unable to resist - and in any case Benten still had the crop in the other hand - Sengoku knelt between the albino's thighs. Benten cringed inwardly at the use of crude terminology, but under the circumstances…
"Suck me."
Sengoku wanted to resist - he told himself - truly he did… But he was pretty much at Benten's mercy. He lowered his face to the snowy groin and lifted the quiescent cock into his mouth with his tongue…
Oh, he was good! Benten thought to himself as the darker man licked, and suckled, and bit lightly, tonguing pale balls, sliding the tip of his tongue under the fragile foreskin… But the albino was determined not to come too soon, and it was a good ten minutes of delicate - and at the end worrying, as Sengoku wondered if he was doing something wrong - manipulation before Benten slid surprisingly strong hands into glossy black hair, pulling Sengoku's head down as his hips jerked up, filling the hapless captive's mouth with come…
Sengoku gagged, the movements of his throat stimulating even as Benten pulled back a little so as not to choke him. Grimacing as he swallowed, the Nikkoyama heir whimpered as the albino stroked his erection again.
"It would be a pity to waste such a fine instrument." Benten pulled himself to his knees, then swivelled so his back was towards Sengoku, legs spread, arse presented temptingly. Sengoku swallowed, then shuffled forwards, cock pressing against the pale puckered entrance - pausing, hesitating. Benten frowned over his shoulder.
"Why are you waiting?"
"Won't I hurt you?"
The albino raised an eyebrow.
"I'm surprised you're concerned about such a minor matter, given your behaviour in the past. But no, you won't hurt me."
After their first encounter, Benten had taken to preparing himself in advance of meeting clients: it saved time and made for more spontaneity - though he was still happy to allow those who wished to 'prepare' him themselves. Many clients loved the intimacy of applying lubrication with stroking fingers…
Sengoku groaned as he sank into the tight channel, pulling out and pounding hard, feeling the tightness in his balls growing and desperate to come. And completely unable to do so.
Sengoku didn't realise he was moaning, Benten was sure. Grinning to himself, he jerked forwards, leaving Sengoku hanging for the moment it took him to turn onto his back, then raising his hips and yanking the dark man back into him…
It was an awkward position. With his hands bound, Sengoku had to rest on his elbows to avoid crushing Benten under his weight, which after only a very little while became painful… But Benten was writhing under him, rolling his hips up to meet every frantic thrust, his cock rigid against Sengoku's stomach…
He came with a deep, satisfied sigh, semen pulsing over his own belly, pulled back so Sengoku's aching cock slid from him and relaxed onto the fur, blissful small smile on his face.
Sengoku was close to tears. It had occurred to him that Benten could keep him like this as long as he wanted: he had no idea how to get the cockring off. And his cock was throbbing fit to burst, he'd never have believed it could hurt so much had it not been happening to him right now…
He whimpered. Benten stretched leisurely and smiled up at him, seductively, then trailed a hand down his body to tweak the swollen, purpling organ at his groin.
"You want something?"
Sengoku opened his mouth several times, then closed it again. The thought of begging was anathema… But the pain in his genitals was rapidly overcoming every other consideration.
"…. please…"
"What? What do you want?"
"Let me fuckin' come!"
Benten regarded him coolly.
"Is that any way to speak to your mistress?"
What the fuck? But he was in too much pain to be fussy.
"…please…. Benten, please let me come…. Please!"
The albino smiled slowly.
"When I'm ready…"
Sengoku collapsed forwards with a sob.In the viewing room, Helena teased herself with a vibrator, heading for her third orgasm. There was something deliciously erotic about watching Sengoku playing slave…
Long fingers in his hair… Benten pulled his head forwards, down to his groin. Too cowed to object, Sengoku took the sticky flaccid organ into his mouth again, sucking and tonguing, and it wasn't long before the albino was hard again. He pulled himself to a sitting position.
"Turn around."
Gritting his teeth, Sengoku turned so that his backside was towards Benten, crying out when the plug was twisted, pulled back slightly then shoved forwards… The albino played with him for what seemed like forever before pulling the thing out, leaving Sengoku open and inviting. Seconds later he'd replaced the plug with his own cock, sighing as he sank into the spasming orifice…
Each hard thrust rammed against his prostate and quivered down the length of his shaft: Sengoku wasn't even aware of the tears that dripped to the fur, his entire world had shrunk down to no more than the length and width of his enflamed cock and swollen balls. It was agony, and he didn't even realise Benten had come inside him until the albino slid down to lie beside him, sighing contentedly. He ran his fingers through Sengoku's hair.
"Most satisfactory."
"Then will you let me come?"
Benten raised an eyebrow.
"Ask nicely. Beg."
Sengoku hung his head, his voice a beaten whisper.
"Please, Benten, let me come… I beg you."
A long silence, then,
"Very well."
Sengoku's head jerked up, dark golden eyes wide - to see Benten freeing his hands. Rubbing at his wrists, he reached for the cockring, but the albino was shaking his head.
"I'll remove it shortly - but I want you in me, want to feel you come."
He lay back, spreading his legs widely - and Sengoku eased himself into the slender body once more, this time leaning forwards to kiss the crimson lips as he began to thrust…
And suddenly the constriction was gone. And it hurt worse than when the fucking thing was on!
But as the blood flow was restored he realised how sensitive his cock now was. Gripping Benten tightly, kissing him passionately, Sengoku thrust hard a last few times and came, pulsing, feeling as though he'd never stop as the tightness eased from his balls… It was long, long moments before he'd slackened enough to pull out.
He collapsed onto his back beside the albino, exhausted and relieved, eyes closed. Only to open them fast at the familiar voice in his ear.
"Well, for someone who hates faggots, you certainly put on a good show!"
"H… Helena?"
She was standing staring down at him, hands on hips, lips pursed. He rolled to his feet and tried to pull her into his arms: she stepped back, glowering.
"I can explain…"
"Get dressed."
Shoulders hunched, Sengoku dragged on his clothes, missing Helena's delighted grin. She kissed Benten quickly on the cheek, with a whispered "thank you!" then dragged her humiliated boyfriend from the apartment.Benten watched them leave, a small smile on his face. With a little luck, that should have done the trick: Sengoku really hadn't enjoyed the experience very much.
Although, there'd been that kiss at the end…
Ah well. Hopefully he wouldn't see Sengoku again.
Which would, he admitted to himself, be something of a pity. He'd enjoyed this session, even if the Nikkoyama heir had not.
He shook his head and began to tidy up, checking the viewing room in passing and smiling. Good, Helena had taken the client video tape with her, leaving him the master tape.
It might be fun to watch it, later…
© 2003 July 11th Joules Taylor
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