Little late and skipping a day, but here's Naughty or Nice.

Hope you enjoy ;P

Wood slightly creaked as the ropes that bound the furniture to the wrist was tested, careful not to pull too hard and ensuring that the bond was not too tight.

"Is it alright?"

Teal turned from the leather belt to the worried green, a slow smile spreading on his lips at the question.

"I told you Makoto, it's fine," the young man murmured, "I agreed to this didn't I?"

"Y-Yeah... b-but-"

"Makoto," the other started, "shouldn't you be telling me to relax?"

With a deep shuddering breath, Makoto adjusted his body over his lover's bare torso, his tongue flicking over his lips and a lump forced down his throat.

"I just... just want things to go right," the younger admitted nervously, his fingers unsure of what to do with themselves.

"Makoto," his lover started again, "if things don't go wrong, then they've gone right."

Smiling weakly at his boyfriend, Makoto tried to relax himself, his hips adjusting over his lover's.

In all the time he and Sousuke had been together, Makoto had never thought the other would agree to act out one of his deepest, darkest secrets.

When his desires were first revealed, Makoto felt fear and humiliation consume him, terrified that his fantasies were about to become public knowledge, that he was about to be followed by a secret that would haunt him for the remainder of his years. Chest heaving and eyes unable to look anywhere but the shocked teal, Makoto readied himself for the beginning of what was to be his embarrassment.

His boyfriend just stood in stunned silence, watching the young man slowly burned a bright red, tears starting to prick in the corners of his eyes and his words refused to leave his thick throat.

What he didn't expect was to have Sousuke sit him down and talk to him about it, to hear him out, to even encourage him to act one of them out, with him.

The incident was almost a week ago, a week of anxiety and heightened senses as he wondered if Sousuke was stringing him along for his own amusement, that there might be someone waiting in their closet with a camera to film Makoto's publicly shamed desires, waiting for a laugh.

His fears never came to light, and were even addressed by Sousuke, who volunteered to be tied down to please his Makoto, promising him no one but him would know of these wants.

Now Makoto was sitting on his lover's hips, the strong chest exposed to the wandering green eyes, the other's own top taken off but both of them still wearing the lower garments.

Deep breaths expanded the chest to the fullest as Makoto did his best to steady his nerves. He'd only ever really been intimate with one man, meaning his sexual exploits and endeavours remained fairly tamed. His wants have never been brought up or talked about with others, even his best friends, too ashamed of what other's might think of him.

"Makoto."

Sousuke's voice was surprisingly soft and gentle, the eyes relaxed and even understanding.

"Sorry," the younger murmured, "just... getting ready..."

"Take your time," Sousuke promised, his hands moving to prove his point, "I'm not going anywhere anyway."

Laughing weakly for a moment at the joke, Makoto again adjusted his hips, his hands slowly reached downward to the buttons and zippers that contained his boyfriend's member. Gently, the young man started tugging down the pants and underwear together, his lover helping as best as he could, given his predicament.

Sousuke kept his breath even and his eyes interested as Makoto slipped off the dark jeans and let them fall to the ground before he started with his own, his hips shuffling the remainder of his clothes off his body, the two bare of any garments after a few moments, the air cooler than they anticipated.

"You look good," the deep baritone rumbled, ears and cheeks turning a deep red at the comment from Sousuke, the dark eyebrow raised in seduction as Makoto's trembling fingers seemed to get worse.

"Th... Thank you... Sousuke..."

Unable to think of anything more to say, Makoto tried to focus on the actions beneath him, anticipation and anxiety threatening to overtake him and make him cower away from all this, from his desires, from his wants, from Sousuke.

"Hey."

Again Makoto looked up to the young man currently tied to their bed, his eyes still calm and kind as he smiled warmly to the other. Confused by the jerking head of black hair, Makoto leaned towards the other, surprised when lips pressed against his.

"This is for you," Sousuke whispered, "no one else matters, no one else will know."

Feeling a softened smile on his own lips, Makoto returned to his lover's lips, the two deepening their touch for one another as the free set of hands moved from the strong jaw Sousuke sported down the strong chest and abdomen he'd clawed at more than one in a fit of ecstasy towards what was to make his unseemly desires real.

Makoto was always extremely timid when it came to their sexual antics, making his darker wants all the more embarrassing to ask for. Something as simple as rubbing his lover erect made him flush a shade red would envy.

"You're doing good," Sousuke's breath came out in a huff, his chest slowly starting to heave as he tried to control his breathing as fingers slowly ran up and down his expanding member, "so good..."

Encouraged by the hums of enjoyment slipping from Sousuke's lips, Makoto found his motions to be smoother, more focused on his lover's wants than the feeling of embarrassment, watching how the other took deep breaths to calm his rising excitement. Teal flickered up to meet green, the light dusting traveling from cheek to cheek across the bridge of his nose heightening the dark lashes and the glint of desire in Souske's eyes. A corner of his lip curled upwards, the smirk making Makoto shudder in anticipation.

It was flattering that Makoto could get Sousuke erect quickly, the young man swallowing the lump that was forming in his throat. Adjusting himself over the hips, the young man lifting himself over his lover's member, Sousuke's eyes widening slightly at the implications.

"Wait... Makoto-"

He young man paused, his eyes flashing flecks of confusion and fear, hurt bubbling up from his heart to emerald.

"You're not going to stretch?" Sousuke half teased, making sure that his lover did not feel belittled.

"It's… okay," Makoto commented softly, his eyes diverting from Sousuke's.

"It'll hurt," the young man continued to worry about his lover, wishing it sounded less like the doubt Makoto feared.

"That's okay," the young man repeated, his next few words barely intelligible.

"I want it to hurt."

The scream that fell out of Makoto's mouth was both pained and shocked, mingled with a sob that rode with the pain. His body sat in shock, his hands splayed on the strong abdomen as his took deep breaths to calm himself, his eyes fixated on Sousuke's navel as he swore to himself he wouldn't let this be their last act of intimacy.

It hurt, Makoto knew that. What he didn't expect was the pleasure.

He'd always liked it a little rougher than most. Always wanted it rougher than most. It wasn't as though he hated Sousuke's kind touches and gentle caresses. The sweetness was enjoyed, liking how a man so strong and powerful could be so light with one he treasured; Makoto was never left anything less than breathless.

But he wanted more.

Makoto wanted to feel Sousuke unleash himself within him, wanted to be pinned down and given no restraints, to feel the rawness and power of sex, to be given marks, both physical and otherwise, in the midst of the freedom. Now, with his chest heaving and buried to the hilt, Makoto revelled in the pleasure the pain brought, his shaky breaths unable to calm himself, his body twitching in nervousness and anticipation.

"God Makoto…"

Reality came crashing around the young man like a cruel wave, tears in his eyes as he lifted them up to the one man who now held the power to ruin him. He was going to mock him, growl at him to get off, tell all their friends how wrong the younger was, how sickening.

"God Makoto," Sousuke repeated, breath sawing in and out of his lungs slowly, his head bowed and his hands clenching into fists.

"We should've done this sooner."

Makoto stilled at the request, his eyes widening even further as he tried to study his lover's face, looking for the distain and mockery, his heart pounding harder when he saw nothing but a feral grin on the teasing lips.

"This feels good," Sousuke pressed, seemingly unaware of the impact he had on the young man, "for you too… Makoto?"

His name was sipped like an aged scotch, smooth and savoured with each flick of his lover's tongue, the effect adding shivers to the already wanting spine.

"Y… Ye…" the answer couldn't seem to leave his throat, the strangled sob wanting to burst forth first, each involuntary twitch making the feeling inside him stir a little more.

"Yes?" Sousuke grinned, his hips suddenly jumping upwards, eliciting a yelp from Makoto's lips.

"S-Sousuke," Makoto stammered, his breathing again starting to become erratic, a sniffle coming from his nose, his fingers trembling as he tried to steady himself, "I-I-"

"Tell me what you want," the young man pressed, his teal looking into the green, his hips adjusting under Makoto's bulk.

"I-I," again the young man swallowed thickly, his body still unsure despite their night, his resolve finally crumbling as tears spilt from his eyes.

"I want you to love me…"

He felt pathetic, starting to blubber in the midst of the night that was supposed to be freeing for him.

"Makoto-"

"I-I don't want you to think I'm a freak for liking-liking this…" he sucked in a deep breath, "I-I y-you like me b-because I-I'm nice. Th-That's why p-people l-like m-me-"

The view of the ceiling was surprising, though not nearly as surprising as the feeling of Sousuke pushing further into him, the knowing face now over the tear-stained ones.

"I love you because you're Makoto," Sousuke murmured, his fingers slipping to rub the parted lips, "yes… you being kind and caring is something I will never get tired of," his head tilted, "but this," the head lowered to ghost along the shell of his partner's ear, "you being naughty," the breath he sucked in shuddered, "oh, I will enjoy every moment you give me."

Makoto lay still as their eyes met once more, the dread and confusion in the green slowly calming as Sousuke ran his fingers along the cheeks.

"If we're going to be doing more of this, you might want to learn better knot tying," the elder smirked holding up a loosened belt, "it wasn't that hard."

Bleating out a small laugh, Makoto listened to the tink of the buckle clacking together as Sousuke tossed it to the other side of the room, their eyes never leaving each other's.

"Now," Sousuke sighed, his fingers reaching to adjust the hips he was buried in and the legs around himself, "would you like me… to make it hurt?"

The question stunned the younger, his smile faltering as he sucked in his lip, his shoulders adjusting on the bed, wondering how humiliated he'd feel after their endevours, even though he knew Sousuke would never harm him, he was still unsure of himself.

"Please…"

A light kiss and a kind smile was all that was given to Makoto before his body emptied, gently, and with agonizing slowness. His breath was controlled and calmed, his hands balling into fists and gripping the end of their bed sheets.

All his bracing did nothing for the explosion of feeling that erupted within him.

Again he screamed, his back arching and the crown of his hair touching the mattress as his lover drove into him. Toes flexing and nails digging into his palms, Makoto felt his whole body twitch and quiver as his lover grinned down at him.

Pleasure was amplified by pain, Makoto's screams unhindered and his voice raw. It was all the young man wanted; Sousuke dominating his wanting body, unrelenting in its attacks. There was no restraint, none that either of them wanted. The hands on the bed were soon unable to move as an even stronger pair pinned down the wrists, Makoto feeling his desire heighten at the idea that there was nothing he could do.

If he had known how much passion Makoto would feel, he'd have begged Sousuke to pin him down much sooner.

"S-Sous-Sousuke!" Makoto screamed, his body played like a stringed instrument in Sousuke's talented hands, "O-oh God! M-More! Pl-Please!"

"What do you want?" Sousuke huffed, sweat starting to stain his chest, the red flush on his checks spreading down his body as he continued to pleasure the begging man beneath him.

"Ah-uhn… M-More! H-Harder!" Makoto was barely consciously aware of the primal urges coming from him mouth, "m-make – ahh! Make m-me feel-HAH!"

His lover was both kind and strong, remembering every loving touch that made Makoto melt yet pounded into his lover as Makoto had so desperately wanted.

"You sound-nng-so good Makoto," Souske huffed, his eyes watching as the thrashing head was unable to contain the drool and hide the lust-filled eyes.

Makoto was amazed he could comprehend anything at all, his mind so emptied by pleasure and lust thoughts didn't dare pass by them to interrupt the excitement. Blissful white the only thing he could recall, that and how much he wanted Sousuke.

"S-Sousuke-!" Again he whimpered at the touch, the harshness coursing through him and the pain all made him feel more than pleasured.

"I don't care," Sousuke started, each word in between his ragged breaths, "how hard you want it," his body thrust forward in emphasis, a sob bursting from Makoto's mouth, "I love you for you. Both nice," his grin turned feral as he drove into his lover harder, the scream coming from an open mouth, "and naughty."

Their release was simultaneous and explosive, all the pent up pain and ecstasy cumulating in the euphoria between them. It was enough to make Makoto still, his body barely trembling as it stood taunt, reeling from the finale Sousuke brought them too.

With a soft "thump" the sweating body collapsed to the bed, his head lolling as he observed his surroundings as thought newly brought to them.

"Makoto…"

His voice was deep and scratchy, almost as raw as Makoto's voice would have been had he tried to speak.

"I'll learn," Sousuke started, his fingers running through the short dirty blonde hair, "I'll learn… how to do what you like… so I don't… hurt you…"

"No."

Sousuke pulled back slightly at the word, the head shaking with hazy eyes half-lidded.

"It's okay," the young man smiled, "you can hurt me…" his head tilted to touch his cheek to the mattress, "just… the naughty me."