Soubi's Punishment

Disclaimer: I do not own either of these pretty boys or anything having to do with Loveless.

This story is rated "M" for Mature content. Explicit content follows . . .

Soubi was on his back, legs spread wide, one hand pumping himself roughly and the other stretched a little lower with two fingers deep inside himself. He gasped for breath as his fingers found the right spot and whimpered, jerking his hips upwards.

"Oh god . . . yes . . . right there . . . hah . . . Seimei . . . please", he moaned.

He twisted his head to the side and his eyes found the photo of Seimei again. He didn't know who had taken it, but Seimei was almost smiling and his eyes were loving. His shirt was unbuttoned a little too far and he looked relaxed and very, very sexy.

Soubi shut his eyes again and imagined Seimei above him, wearing the same shirt from the photo, unbuttoned all the way now. Seimei buried deep inside Soubi and fucking him hard. He whimpered and thought of Seimei thrusting harder, pushing Soubi's legs even farther apart. He was close now, so close. He spread his legs wider on the bed and moved his hands faster.

"Seimei . . . Seimei. . .", he gasped," . . . ohhhhh . . . fuck me . . . "

A hand suddenly slammed into the wall over the bed, the thud echoing throughout the apartment and Soubi froze, his eyes jerking open to see Seimei standing over him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he snarled. Soubi had seen Seimei pissed off before, but very rarely like this. He was furious enough that his eyes were savage, not icy cold, and Soubi knew it wasn't good when Seimei showed emotion. People tended to get hurt. Soubi slowly and carefully took his hands off his body and raised them up, as if Seimei was holding a loaded gun to his head.

Seimei's eyes roved across the bed and took in Soubi's frightened face, bare body, and the half empty bottle of lube beside him, and then his eyes fell on the picture of himself next to Soubi. His eyes narrowed for a moment and then his hand was on Soubi's neck, lifting him up and slamming him into the wall next to the bed.

Seimei leaned in close to Soubi, carefully keeping their bodies from touching, and glared right into his eyes. "You think I would ever fuck you? Huh? You think you're good enough for me?"

Soubi gulped and tried to answer correctly but his voice didn't seem to be working and his answer came out as a whisper, "No . . . "

"No, what?" Seimei demanded roughly.

Soubi hesitated, trying to think of what Seimei wanted from him and then answered, "No, Aoyagi-sama".

Seimei watched him carefully for a minute and Soubi shivered. He felt trapped by that gaze. It felt like Seimei was trying to see right into his brain. Seimei finally let go of him and Soubi slumped against the wall, trying to catch his breath.

"Kneel down at the foot of the bed," Seimei ordered and turned away. "forehead on the ground and hands crossed behind your back."

Soubi hurried to obey, not wanting to anger his Sacrifice any further. He knelt in position and put his head on the ground. He could hear Seimei going through the drawers in the kitchen and knew that he was going to be punished. He tried to figure out from the sounds what Seimei had in mind, hoping that it wouldn't be too severe. Usually he managed to enjoy Seimei's punishments, but the look in Seimei's eyes tonight scared him.

He didn't have to wait very long - Seimei was back in just a few minutes. He stood silently behind Soubi, which was unnerving. Soubi tried to see what he was holding without moving his head, but it was impossible. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Seimei spoke,"Raise your hips".

Soubi complied instantly, bringing his hips up high and keeping his forehead on the ground, which left his ass up in the air.

"This is an order, Soubi," Seimei said sternly, "you will not pleasure yourself or let anyone else touch you in a sexual manner for one month. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Soubi said quickly.

"Yes, what?", Seimei growled.

"Yes, Aoyagi-sa-AH!" Soubi's answer was cut off abruptly as Soubi hit his ass, hard. As he gasped for breath, he realized just what Seimei had in his hand – the wooden paddle he'd bought from a fetish shop. Seimei hadn't actually used it on him yet. He'd left it at Soubi's place as a reminder that he belonged to Seimei and was subject to punishment. And, damn, this paddle hurt. It wouldn't break open his skin like Ritsu's belts and whips, but he probably wouldn't be able to sit down for a few days.

His reflections were cut short as Seimei paddled him again, and Soubi's training kicked in, urging him to take the pain without crying out. Soubi clenched his jaw and did his best to keep quiet as Seimei mercilessly hit him again and again, moving from one cheek to the next and then down his thighs and back up again. His skin began to burn and tears ran from his eyes, but Seimei didn't show any signs of stopping. If anything, he was hitting Soubi harder, and it was taking all of Soubi's willpower to stay in position, waiting passively for the next blow.

Finally, Seimei stopped, "Soubi?"

"Yes, Aoyagi-sama?"

"Repeat your punishment to me." Soubi relaxed a bit at his voice. Seimei seemed pleased, so hopefully he was almost done.

"I, I will not touch myself . . . or, uh . . . let anyone else touch me for one month."

"And are you going to obey?" Seimei purred.

Soubi gasped and tried to focus. "Yes, Aoyagi-sama."

"Say it. Say, I will be obedient."

"Yes," he whispered, "yes, I will be obedient." He shivered as he spoke, enjoying saying those words to Seimei. He'd said those same words so many times in his fantasies.

"All right, then. We're almost done," Seimei said, and then laughed. "Your ass is so red. Does it hurt?"

"Yes, Aoyagi-sama."

"Good," Seimei said, and Soubi felt a thrill of pleasure at pleasing his master. Then the paddle came down again, which made Soubi's body jerk, but it wasn't as hard as before. In fact, it really wasn't hurting very much at all, which left Soubi time to think. His mind wandered to the fact that he was nude and in a very submissive position in front of his beautiful and stern Sacrifice. Seimei, who was fully dressed and had Soubi at his mercy . . . and who was punishing his ass so fiercely. Soubi's cock started to twitch at the thought and when the paddle came down again, it suddenly felt different. Arousing. Seimei continued to paddle him, and Soubi found himself tensing his body to keep from pushing his ass out or spreading his legs.

"You're mine, to do with as I please," Seimei suddenly said, "and you will obey me or I'll have you on your knees again."

As the paddle came down again, Soubi couldn't help it, he moaned. Seimei's words had him rock hard and thinking of ways Seimei could abuse him while he was on his knees.

Seimei paused for a minute and Soubi cringed . . . then Seimei reached down between his legs and groped him roughly. "Soubi! What the fuck? You're not supposed to be enjoying this!"

Soubi froze in dread of what was to come. Seimei was going to be angry again, probably just as much as before. The room was silent for a long, long moment and then Soubi jumped as something crashed and broke on the other side of the room. Seimei had thrown something, probably the paddle. What was Seimei going to use on him, then? His hands? He waited anxiously and then in confusion as Seimei walked away and dropped onto the sofa.

There was another long silence and then Seimei sighed. "This is supposed to be a punishment, Soubi. Damn it! How am I going to get you to obey me if I can't punish you properly?"

Soubi didn't answer or move from his assigned position on the floor. He didn't think Seimei really wanted an answer.

"You know, Soubi, I'm usually willing overlook the fact that you enjoy your punishments as long as I hurt you. But to become aroused during today's punishment is just . . . not acceptable." Seimei paused for a minute . . . "I will never touch you, much less take you. My body is reserved for someone else, someone pure and innocent, and I don't want you sullying me with your thoughts."

"We need to figure this out. All I can think of is to hurt you so badly that you're beyond pleasure. But if I seriously injure you, not only will I be without a Fighter while you're recovering, but that teacher of yours will be pissed off. He's still obsessed with you, that sick fuck."

The silence was broken as Seimei walked towards the door. Was he leaving? Soubi heard the rustle of fabric and Seimei's footsteps coming back to the sofa, then he heard the noise of a cell phone being dialed.

"Ritsu, we need to talk", Seimei said, and Soubi went numb.