Submission

AN: Author's note at bottom
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Submission.

That’s what it had been about the entire time. There was no love or affection, but simply a desire to control his mind, and despite his resistance, it had worked. Lying sated on the bed, he quietly observed his lover – no, his master – stride to a basin of warm water to wash. Gentle curves and supple buttocks, his master had the figure a young woman not fully matured. Yet the deceptive perfection of that body was lined with the scars of many wounds inflicted in battle, most hidden now by the black hair that fell to his knees.

Renkotsu sighed, silently berating his own poetic thoughts about Bankotsu; a mercenary, nothing artful should have been associated with the deadly man except perhaps his skill with the halberd, Banryuu. It seemed, however, that the Band of Seven leader’s sexual preference and skill matched that of his indiscrimination in the battlefield, just as easily fucking any man, woman or demon as killing them. In a way, Renkotsu could understand how his lack of fastidiousness would be terrifying to his enemies, but being a brother in arms, he was almost as twisted as the young warrior.

When he had been summoned to Bankotsu’s private chambers, Renkotsu had been wary, assuming that Bankotsu had found out that he had kept Ginkotsu’s jewel shard. When he arrived in Bankotsu’s chambers, his relief was tempered only by his disturbed feeling; it was common for Bankotsu to share his women, but what he did in private, he had always kept private. So when Renkotsu found him thrusting roughly into a demon bitch, her arms bound behind her back and a ball gag in her mouth, to say he was shocked was a slight understatement. He could never have anticipated that he would end up just like that woman.

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“Renkotsu, you’ve come!” Bankotsu greeted jubilantly, not breaking the rhythm of his thrusts. Renkotsu could already tell by the lose grip Bankotsu held on the woman’s hips and how easily distracted he was at his entrance, that Bankotsu really had no interest in the woman he was fucking; he was simply using her as a pastime. Dropping to one knee quickly as a sign of respect, Renkotsu met Bankotsu’s gaze, an arched eyebrow complimenting the smirk that had rested on his lips.

“Interesting choice of words, brother,” Renkotsu remarked. Bankotsu glanced back at the woman beneath him, an expression akin to shock on his face, almost as if he had just noticed her. Her copper hair had fallen like a curtain to cover her face; an unusual effort at modesty when her body was being ravished by Bankotsu. Muffled mewling escaped from around the gag in her mouth with every thrust.

“Speaking of which, I think the bitch is going to come soon,” Bankotsu stated frankly, his pace quickening. The demon wench shook slightly, crying out before collapsing, sated, on the bed. Bankotsu pulled himself out of her, his erection unsatisfied, and gave the demoness a hard slap on the ass. He frowned as her gaze met his, shoving her hard off the bed. Landing with a thud on the ground, her expression turned to one of shock and terror.

“Please m’lord-”

“Get out Ariame,” Bankotsu demanded, the finality in his tone sending the young demon girl scurrying out of the room. Renkotsu nearly laughed as she paused by him on the way out, winking suggestively; he was quick to disillusion her of any thoughts she was entertaining of entering his bed.

“Do not even bother, wench. I have no interest in whores,” Renkotsu sneered at her. Baring her fangs at him, she turned on her heel and walked out of the door, muttering curses on her way out. Bankotsu laughed mirthlessly as soon as the demon woman left, not bothering to cover his naked body.

“Panther demons! They are the biggest cock teases around and when you finally get them into bed they become self centred whores concerned only with their own pleasure.” Bankotsu shrugged, before turning a scheming gaze on Renkotsu. “Did you enjoy that, brother?”

“Voyeurism is not exactly my thing Bankotsu,” Renkotsu replied uncomfortably. It wasn’t that he was squeamish where sex was concerned; hell he enjoyed as much as the next man. But there was something about watching Bankotsu rut with the panther demon that didn’t sit well with Renkotsu. Perhaps it was the cold attitude that the warrior had towards his partners; there was no passion in his actions, no enthusiasm in his movements. It was like Bankotsu was sating his body, a mindless fuck to stop an irritating itch in his cock. Perhaps that’s why he was never particularly fussy where his partners were concerned.

“Ah, I see.” Bankotsu said wisely; there was something in the tone of his voice which made Renkotsu shift nervously. His friend sent him a sly smile before moving slowly towards Renkotsu, a familiar gleam sparkling in his blue eyes. Renkotsu knew that look well, it was the look Bankotsu always had in his eyes when he hunted – it was a look that his enemies had learned to fear, and Renkotsu was no exception. He had never been on the receiving end of that particular look and unable to help himself, he was quick to put some sort of object between them – in this case it was the bed.

“Bankotsu, what did you call me here for?” Renkotsu asked sharply, the fear he fought to restrain cracking his voice. Clearing his throat, he made no move to correct his flawed question and simply stood there, waiting for an answer. Renkotsu cursed himself as he waited, watching Bankotsu’s pensive face break into a cat-ate-the-canary grin; he never expected he would have to defend himself from any of his brothers, and so did not carry his liquid fire around with him.

“I have heard rumours as of late, my dearest Renkotsu, that one of the seven has been participating in activities that could be considered traitorous to our band of mercenaries.” Bankotsu placed a hand on the bed post the furthest away from Renkotsu, his melancholic doe-eyed look catching the older man off guard. “Renkotsu, you are my second in command and as such, I expect your unquestionable loyalty.”

Bankotsu was around the bed and at Renkotsu’s side before he could blink an eye; the younger man’s hand was wrapped around his neck, slowly cutting off his air supply. Renkotsu tried desperately to fight back, his hands clawing at Bankotsu’s but he was easily overpowered. Attempting to glare hatefully into the pair of blue eyes that gazed at him coldly, Renkotsu stilled his movements. Black spots were beginning to dot his vision as he struggled to pull in a breath, but resistance was futile; already the darkness was starting to take over and before he passed out, he whimpered one word past his blocked wind pipe.

“Bastard.”

* * *

Renkotsu woke slowly, his mind immersed in a thick fog that seemed to extend down his body, wrapping his limbs in numbness. He was vaguely aware of an innate discomfort in his arms and the way his toes barely touched the ground; he was floating, but no, not quite. As the haze began to clear he felt the straining leather that was bound around his wrists and a stiffer piece clasped around his neck. Opening his eyes, he glanced about the dimly lit room, look for the culprit of his predicament and finding him lounging comfortably on a crimson day bed.

The warm candlelight played about his features, jumping and dancing along his skin as if playing hide and go seek over the contours of his body. His blues eyes gleamed at Renkotsu from the shadows masking his face; the sinister intent in that gaze caused his heart to come to a painful halt. The fear he had felt earlier was back, intensified by his helplessness – Bankotsu could do whatever he wanted to him.

Bankotsu slowly stood from the chair, moving with the silence and grace of a poisonous snake – he was as deadly as one too, Renkotsu thought as he watched Bankotsu close the distance between them. Not noticing the small jar that Bankotsu held in one hand, he was surprised at first when he felt the cool substance that was left on his hot skin in the wake of Bankotsu’s touch. The cool gel served to ease his physical discomfort, but watching Bankotsu as he perused his naked body in silence heightened the anxiety Renkotsu felt.

“Bankotsu you bastard! What the fuck are you doing; I am not another one of your fuck toys!” Renkotsu growled angrily. He received a deceptively calm smile in return, reaching for another jar, rubbing a grey liquid between his hands. He moved closer, grasping Renkotsu’s flaccid member in one hand, massaging it lightly, working the warmer fluid into Renkotsu’s sensitive flesh as he fisted him gently. A gasp escaped Renkotsu’s lips as Bankotsu’s soft palm and rough fingers stimulated the blood into his cock.

“You should have thought of that before you entertained thoughts of betrayal.” Bankotsu whispered. Eyes widening, Renkotsu renewed his struggles; this was wrong on almost every level. Renkotsu did not want to become just another one of Bankotsu’s mindless fucks, hell he didn’t want to be anyone’s mindless fuck! Bankotsu grinned at him. “You will enjoy this whether you want to or not.”

“Fuck you! This isn’t fucking funny, now let me go!” Renkotsu bucked out of Bankotsu’s grasp, instantly regretting his actions. The grey solution that Bankotsu had rubbed into his half-mast erection reacted as soon as his skin was exposed to the cool air of the room; it itched. Renkotsu gritted his teeth against the sensation, glaring at Bankotsu’s smiling face – bastard!

“What’s wrong Renkotsu? Are you uncomfortable?” Bankotsu asked smugly. Renkotsu longed to burn that haughty expression, and all other features, off his face. Unable to control himself, Renkotsu thrust his hips towards Bankotsu, trying to find a way to relieve the damn itch that controlled his cock. Bankotsu sighed dramatically and reached out to grasp Renkotsu once again.

“You see my dear Renkotsu, unless my hand is on your prick while that gel is on your skin, it will itch terrible, arousing you but driving you insane at the same time.” He offered Renkotsu an evil grin as he tightened his grip, eliciting a groan from his captive. “Thankfully, our kinky friend, Mukotsu had some of these stored in his room; they do come in quite handy I must say.”

“You are one sadistic prick,” Renkotsu snapped, his body growing hotter with each stroke of Bankotsu’s hand. Bankotsu’s hand stilled and he pulled away, thrusting Renkotsu back into agony – Bankotsu was right; if he was left like this for too long he would go crazy.

“And you are missing the point of this exercise,” Bankotsu replied exasperatedly. He moved away from Renkotsu, whose eyes widened.

“You aren’t just going to leave me here. Right?” Renkotsu asked, his body pleading for Bankotsu to return his hand to his aching cock. When Bankotsu turned around to look at him again, Renkotsu wished he had kept his mouth shut as he saw what was in his hand. The small wooden shaft glistened in the candlelight sending a shiver of apprehension crawling down Renkotsu’s spine. The same grey substance that had been rubbed on his prick now covered the small dildo; Renkotsu squirmed, his self-preservation kicking into gear.

“What the fuck do you intend to do with that?” Renkotsu snarled, already knowing the answer. It wasn’t as if Renkotsu had never coupled with a man; in fact he had been with Mukotsu several times but the older man had been fairly gentle with Renkotsu, teaching him the pleasures one man could bring another. Looking at Bankotsu, Renkotsu was almost positive that he was not so inclined.

“I intend for you to beg; I want you to beg me to fuck you. I want to know that your loyalty is unbending. I demand your submission!” Bankotsu replied passionately. He closed the distance between him and Renkotsu’s, biting the older man’s hardening nipples. Renkotsu groaned again, the annoying itch in his engorged cock intensified by the pleasure Bankotsu was giving him. He felt the warmed wooden dildo slide up and down his crevice of his ass, spreading the warm grey fluid around his entrance, as Bankotsu nipped along his chest and up his neck.

“I can feel your arousal, Renkotsu; even your lips have stilled their nuisance.” Bankotsu whispered against his neck. Silence and stillness filled the room, the flickering candle light playing about their motionless forms. Renkotsu’s gaze latched onto Bankotsu’s intense stare as the polished wood slid slowly past the tight ring of muscles. Renkotsu’s eyes widened as the same stimulant covering his prick was rubbed gently inside him, reacting with the cool surface of the dildo. Instinctively tightening his muscles, Renkostu whimpered with unsatisfied lust.

“Bankotsu, please.” Renkotsu’s breathy whisper caused a spark to light up Bankotsu’s eyes. Bankotsu had become aroused by his subtle torture of his companion, his restraint cracking slowly. Clenching his fist, he reminded himself of the purpose of this exercise. I simply need to wait. Letting go of the leather loop fastened to the wooden dildo, he left it to do its work while Renkotsu thrust his hips occasionally to ease his desire. Pulling another piece of leather, he wrapped it tightly around the base of Renkotsu’s cock, making sure that he left enough room that it wouldn’t cause Renkotsu any damage.

“I have things to do.” Bankotsu shrugged on a robe, tying the sash loosely about his waist. He bit back a groan as he heard Renkotsu whimper; Bankotsu had thought he could distance himself from the situation, considering Renkotsu’s betrayal but the man’s impassioned responses aroused Bankotsu’s lust as no one had in a long time. It was true that Bankotsu would fuck just about anything, be it male or female, but his desires had not been ignited; instead it felt as if he was just going through the motions over and over again.

But as his gaze roved over Renkotsu’s naked body, Bankotsu knew he had found himself a true challenge; this time, he would enjoy it. Meeting Renkotsu’s pleading eyes, he grinned. Although the man was already practically begging, Bankotsu had every intention of making Renkotsu to submit completely. Get your rest Renkotsu, he thought evilly, you are going to need it.

* * *

He’d been here for three hours now, concentrating on counting the seconds to help him ignore the discomfort he was experiencing. Damn Bankotsu, he was no fucking better than those damn panther demons. He felt the anger burning just below the surface of the dizzying arousal he felt. The leather tied around his cock slowed the blood from returning to his body, Renkotsu feeling a pulse with every heart beat. A groan slipped between his lips as the sweat began to bead on his skin; he was going to snap soon.

The door opened, quiet footsteps approaching Renkotsu. He kept his head down, shamed by the excitement he felt as his treatment. A soft hand caressed his face and he looked up to see Bankotsu staring back at him, his excitement etched into his face. Bankotsu wanted him and Renkotsu was of a mind to let him.

Kneeling on the bed behind Renkotsu, Bankotsu reach for the loop of leather that was left to hang out of Renkotsu’s clenched buttocks. He tugged gently drawing an agonized moan from the man in front of him; he allowed the dildo to be drawn back into the tight passage but kept a hold of the leather strap. Placing a hand on Renkotsu’s hip, Bankotsu leaned forward to look at Renkotsu’s face.

“Will you submit?” Bankotsu asked softly. Renkotsu hesitated before nodding quietly. Bankotsu let out a disapproving noise, giving Renkotsu’s firm butt a hard slap. Another groan escaped the man’s lips. Standing before him again, Bankotsu placed one hand on his hip, prepared to reprimand his stubborn companion. “That will not do at all Renkotsu; you will beg”

Renkotsu paused, not wanting to face the humiliation that submitting would subject him to; worse yet, he did not want to admit to himself that part of him desired that submission, was aroused by the thought of becoming a mindless sex slave for Bankotsu. As thoughts of sex filled Renkotsu’s mind, he was reminded of his now painful arousal and the desire to have something bigger fill him. Burying his conscience and his pride, Renkotsu gazed at Bankotsu with longing eyes.

“Please Bankotsu...”

“Please, what?” Renkotsu hid dropped his gaze to the floor.

“Please fuck me! I promise I will never consider betraying you again just please, please fuck me!” Renkotsu pleaded, his downcast gaze not rising to see the satisfied smirk on Bankotsu’s face. The younger man moved behind Renkotsu, tugging again on the leather strap to pull the dildo out. Bankotsu’s arousal intensified as Renkotsu’s moans grew louder, halting only when the wooden shaft was finally out his anus.

Renkotsu felt something much bigger and warmer rest at his entrance as Bankotsu began nipping and kissing along his shoulder and neck. His master prodding at the ring of muscles, requesting entrance, Renkotsu released the tightness that firmed his butt and allowed Bankotsu slow entrance. Both men groaned as the head of Bankotsu’s cock moved past Renkotsu’s anus and into the warmth of his body. As Bankotsu slowly began to drive himself in and out of Renkotsu, he placed his hand on the other man’s erection, stroking in time with his thrusts.

“Bankotsu please, it hurts,” Renkotsu whimpered. Bankotsu’s thrusts halted immediately, his concern unseen by his partner.

“But, I thought you have been with-”

“I have. I am talking about the piece of leather wrapped around my cock; it hurts.” Bankotsu smiled with relief, grabbing one of the loose ends of the leather strip and yanking it quickly, causing the torture device to fall harmlessly to the ground. Renkotsu’s relieved sigh was cut short but a string of quick breathy pants as Bankotsu’s renewed his thrusts with vigour. Placing his hand over the tip of Renkotsu’s painfully large erection, Bankotsu spread the copious precum up and down Renkotsu’s shaft, careful not to grip too firmly on the man’s overly sensitive flesh.

Renkotsu could feel it coming; the tightening of his balls, his dick engorging just that little bit more just before the dam broke. He wanted to come badly but at the same time, he did not want to become just like the panther demon that Bankotsu had hours before. Trying to hold back the inevitable explosion of desire, Renkotsu let out a pained gasp.

He felt Bankotsu’s grip tighten on his hips as his thrusts became rougher, each hitting a sensitive spot deep inside him. Just as Renkotsu thought he would break, Bankotsu came inside him, biting hard into his shoulder, sending the man over the edge. It was almost as if the desire that had been unleashed pulled from every part of his body, leaving both men exhausted and sated. Bankotsu worked up enough strength to release Renkotsu from his bonds before they collapsed together on the bed.

* * *
Submission.

That’s what it had been about the entire time. There was no love or affection, but simply a desire to control his mind, and despite his resistance, it had worked. Lying sated on the bed, he quietly observed his lover – no, his master – stride to a basin of warm water to wash. Gentle curves and supple buttocks, his master had the figure a young woman not fully matured. Yet the deceptive perfection of that body was lined with the scars of many wounds inflicted in battle, most hidden now by the black hair that fell to his knees.

Renkotsu sighed, silently berating his own poetic thoughts about Bankotsu; a mercenary, nothing artful should have been associated with the deadly man except perhaps his skill with the halberd, Banryuu. It seemed, however, that the Band of Seven leader’s sexual preference and skill matched that of his indiscrimination in the battlefield, just as easily fucking any man, woman or demon as killing them. In a way, Renkotsu could understand how his lack of choosiness would be terrifying to his enemies, but being a brother in arms, he was almost as twisted as the young warrior.

A knock sounded at the door, startling Renkotsu out of his reverie. Bankotsu called for the person to enter and Renkotsu was surprised to see Jakotsu standing in the doorway, calmly observing Renkotsu’s naked form on the bed. Bankotsu slid his robe back on, moving towards Renkotsu to place a gentle kiss on his lips. As he moved away, Renkotsu still stared in confusion.

“This is your true punishment Renkotsu,” Bankotsu stated coldly, striding towards the door. Glancing briefly at Jakotsu, all he said was, “have fun”, before leaving a horrified Renkotsu with the gleeful transvestite.

As the door closed behind him, Bankotsu heard Renkotsu’s muffled curses.

The screams would come later

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AN:/ Okay so this is my very first yaoi fic and my first written sex scene so please review, tell me what you think.

The edited version should be up in a couple days.

Please also check out Serene Lies, and Torn.