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It was the middle of the night when he startled awake, body shaken as his eyes met the ceiling. It was dark in the room, mostly, save for a small gap of the door, letting in a thin stripe of warm light. He turned over, patting and searching for a second or maybe even a third body next to him, but found himself alone in the bedroom.
Kuni let out a long sigh as he felt some unknown disappointment surge through him, realizing that the bed was way too cold without anyone to cuddle with. He rolled his eyes as he made up his mind. So, he sat up, swinging his legs over the bed to the floor. He let out a small hiss as the cold of the surface crept up his skin and through his joints, making him shiver.
Kuni hated the cold more than anything. He grabbed the next best shirt from within the bed, not exactly caring whose it was before he got to his feet. He just didn't want to walk around completely naked. Sure, this was nothing his boyfriends hadn't seen yet, but he wanted to keep a little bit of decency. And he wanted to preserve that as long as possible.
The puppet walked towards the door, unconsciously smelling the clothing, the scent of cherry blossoms filling his senses. Heat was rising up in his cheeks, realizing that he accidentally must have grabbed Heizou's shirt then. It was running big on him, reaching to the middle of his thighs, covering him up enough. Stupid height difference. Even if it was just five inches, it was still enough so that Kuni had to slightly tilt his head up to look Heizou in his stupidly attractive face.
The flush further deepened as he thought of perfectly sculpted facial features grinning down at him, green eyes locking with his own gaze, falling occasionally on his lips every now and then. Kuni had to grip the shirt he was wearing to keep himself grounded. Archons... How did Heizou manage to have him this down bad? He bit onto his lower lip as he continued walking down the hallway towards the living room.
Ever since Heizou and Kuni started dating as well, the relationship between them and Kazuha has improved significantly. After all, it was probably Kazuha's dream coming through, having both his boyfriends dating each other as well. A small sigh left Kuni.
He didn't want things to be any different. In fact, he felt content with his current life and situation. He hasn't felt like this ever since he dated his ex-boyfriend. That had been years ago, yes. And they only broke up because their love for each other had changed from romantic to something more... of the family kind over the decades of dating. Perks of an immortal dating an immortal in return.
This here was obviously different. Kazuha and Heizou weren't immortal. And this was definitely love of the romantic kind; Kuni had been around for a long time, long enough to recognize the difference after all.
Kunikuzushi's thoughts came to a halt once his eyes landed on the door to the living room. There was some warmth and coziness coming from the room, a pleasant smell. Maybe scented candles or even incense? Kuni didn't know, but for some reason, it made him tingly, the thought alone. Warmth was what he craved like a cat. Warmth and comfort. He smiled slightly, softly, before pushing the door open.
It gave way with a high squeak, and once more, he was reminded that they should probably take care of that. But for some odd reason, neither Kazuha nor Heizou noticed the sound.
Upon looking at them more closely, Kuni saw why they didn't hear him; Kazuha was focused on practicing his calligraphy again. After some past events the puppet didn't want to think about too closely, the samurai had to relearn a lot of things, such as walking and writing. So, Kuni was proud to see his progress. His brush strokes were still a little more on the wonky side, but at least he could hold the brush again with somewhat of a steady grip.
The ronin seemed pretty focused, tongue slipping between his teeth as he worked away. His blond hair hung into his face, the red streak of hair framing his face just right. Kazuha looked cute like that, adorable.
Heizou, on the other hand, was sitting at the couch table, equally as focused as he was eyeing something that looked remotely like a puzzle. But Kuni didn't know, as he couldn't see it properly from his current position. He was just as focused as their shared partner, maroon hair falling forward, obscuring his gorgeous eyes as he scanned the project in front of him.
Kuni supposed this was a normal occurrence, them being this focused on stuff at like 2 am in the morning. He rolled his eyes once more as he finally made himself known by coughing slightly. Or tried to, because none of them were reacting to him. Kuni put a hand on his waist, shifting his weight from one side to the other, mindful that the shirt wouldn't ride up his body. That would be a little awkward.
''How are you both still busy at this hour?'' He decided to speak up then, one eyebrow raised to his hairline. The reaction was immediate as Kazuha let out a curse in what sounded like Chinese. Right, most curses he used were in that language. It made sense, though, with how often he was with the crux after all. The curse was probably because Kazuha made a nasty stroke with his brush all over the paper, messing up his work completely. He glared up towards Kuni. ''I forgot the time. And now you made my entire progress go to waste.'' The response was uncharacteristically cold, which caused Kuni to gulp, suddenly feeling a little lost in the middle of the room.
Heizou had dropped the puzzle piece as soon as the curse had left Kazuha's lips. An annoyed sigh was coming from the detective as he got up, wiping down his hands on his pants before he slowly walked to Kuni's spot.
Kuni watched Heizou intently, trying to ignore how piercing his eyes were right now. He unconsciously fiddled with the hem of his shirt as Heizou came closer. ''As Kazuha said, we forgot the time.'' He calmly confirmed, voice slow and lazy as he came to a halt right in front of Kuni. He stared him down. There was something inside his eyes the puppet couldn't quite place. Heizou grabbed Kuni's chin in between two fingers with a barely contained smirk, tilting his head from one side to the other. ''And you? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be asleep?'' Heizou's tone carried a certain edge of sternness that had Kuni gulp. He grabbed the detective's wrist and removed his fingers at once.
''I woke up wondering where the hell you are.'' He huffed, looking towards the side. His eyes were searching Kazuha's in an attempt to send a nonverbal apology to the samurai. ''And when I saw that there was still light coming from the living room, I thought I should check it out.'' He explained, slowly. His hands were in front of him, unsure what he was supposed to do with them currently.
''What, begging for attention, my love?'' Heizou smirked. He grabbed Kuni's hands with his own, holding them to the side as he pulled him closer towards his body. Heizou's gaze was changing, some underlying hunger inside those green eyes that Kuni had almost missed. Still, he wouldn't give in so easily.
Kazuha looked up from his work with a frown. ''Take care of him. I need to redo this. I might join later or not.'' He shrugged his shoulders, propping up his head on his hand as he stared at the smudged letters. A sigh was slipping through his lips as he tried to fight the urge to just lay his head on the table in frustration.
Heizou chuckled lightly. ''Alright, Kazu.'' That was all the permission he needed before he put an arm around Kuni's waist. The puppet was scowling up at him, a certain challenge in his eyes as he rolled them. ''Take care of him.'' He mocked, very well knowing that he played a dangerous game. ''As if you can handle me.''
Apparently, that was enough for Heizou because he decided to lift Kuni up by his waist, throwing him over his shoulder in the process. The puppet let out a very embarrassing sound of surprise before he hit Heizou's shoulder angrily. ''Let me down. Now.'' He wiggled a little in Heizou's strong grip.
In all honesty, it made him feel weak, the way the detective was handling him so easily, making his head already fuzzy and dizzy in the best way possible. But he wouldn't yet admit to that. No, he just tried to escape, hitting Heizou's shoulder repeatedly, trying to kick him.
Until the tone reached his ears; it was a very annoyed sigh from the detective that signaled the puppet that he was maybe not exactly in the best mood to be toyed with tonight.
The smack echoed through the room, entering his mind before the pain seeped into the mix, making his squirming pause for a bit. Another one followed, and a third one, and his indigo eyes were almost already burning from the sensation. ''What- what the fuck?'' He let out, nonetheless, his voice a little quivering around the edges of his words.
Heizou only chuckled, and Kuni saw the floor move under him. Seems like Heizou decided to retreat back to their shared bedroom. ''If you can't behave, then I think I should teach you a lesson, don't you think?'' He cooed as he threw Kuni onto the bed. ''Flaunting through the house, demanding our attention just because you felt lonely. My my.'' Heizou shook his head in disappointment as he walked to their drawers, rummaging for something inside them.
Kunikuzushi crossed his legs in embarrassment as he looked away, blushing profusely as he listened to Heizou. ''Look, I felt- I don't even know. I was simply wondering where the hell you were, alright?'' He snapped, pulling the shirt over his lap to hide himself from prying eyes. The detective only let out a small tsk at that.
''Yeah. And you specifically chose to wear my shirt for what reason exactly?'' Heizou wondered, finally turning around as he gathered the few items he would need for tonight. Kuni refused to look as he kept playing with the hem of said shirt, the scent of cherry blossoms daring to consume him fully. ''...was the first shirt I found upon waking.'' He mumbled, fixing the soft sheets underneath him with his gaze. It probably hadn't been his best move, Kuni was aware, but he missed his boyfriends a lot. He pressed his teeth together as he shifted a little, painfully aware of Heizou's eyes on him.
Something rolled over the floor, a subtle noise breaking the heavy silence. Kuni slowly looked up, only to be met with his own pitiful expression. His eyes widened a little as he searched for Heizou's figure. The detective looked a little apologetic. He blinked, and it was gone, replaced with a certain sternness that had Kuni feeling weak and almost slightly scared.
''On your knees.'' That was the first command coming from the detective tonight, and the tone had Kuni almost following it instantly as he felt awfully tingly all over. But his pride stopped him from giving in already. ''What if I don't?'' He challenged instead, pushing his chin outwards.
What followed seemed like a blur to Kuni as the detective was on the bed in an instant, grabbing his waist and manhandling him into the position he wanted him to be in; on his knees right in front of the mirror. His hands were on his knee joints, showing upwards, palms open. It left him feeling exposed and vulnerable. He stared up at Heizou in a mix of anticipation and apprehension.
The detective had put his items to the side, safe for one single device that had Kuni gulping, hands tightening into fists. ''Please don't...'' He whispered, brokenly, almost wanting to bolt out of this room, but Heizou only shook his head. ''You want to be good, don't you? And I hope you know that I can't let that incident from earlier slide so easily.''
Kuni bit onto his lower lip, feeling sorry already, barely nodding as a twinge of fear mixed into his emotions.
The mattress lowered on his side, Heizou climbing onto the soft surface right next to him. The cane came into sight, prying his palms open again. Kuni shivered from the cold material touching his digits. He leaned into Kuni's space, reaching for his ear. ''Keep them like that. And count for me, okay? Loud and clear. Ten strikes. If you mess up, we start over. Understood?'' He whispered tenderly, the cane almost teasing his fingertips.
The puppet hummed, and Heizou smiled proudly.
''Eyes always on your reflection, my pretty doll.''
Kuni's breath hitched as his eyes met those of his reflection, vulnerable, open, but still fierce and unwilling to let go completely just yet. The first hit came without warnin,g and the stinging pain followed right after, sending a sharp jolt through his entire body. ''One.'' Kuni let out, voice loud, despite the fire running up his arms.
Heizou's own hand keeping Kuni's open felt like a stark contrast to the harsh treatment.
The next hit came, almost as fast as if Heizou was trying to cut the air with his movement alone, and Kuni startled again, almost gasping out loud. ''T-two.'' This was so different from everything the puppet had ever experienced. His fingers were trembling already, his heart in his throat.
His past lover had been learning how to handle him still; Kuni basically had been his mentor up to a certain point in their relationship. So, having someone who could put Kuni in his place this easily was something entirely new to the puppet.
Strikes three and four followed quickly after one another, and Kuni counted out each of them, voice wavering, almost already breaking away. Tears were brimming in his eyes as he kept watching himself in the mirror, how his facial expressions changed and how his pride crumbled more and more by the second.
The next hit cut through the air, and the white hot pain in his veins intensified. If it wouldn't be for Heizou's firm and unyielding grip around his fingertips, he would have closed his hands, recoiling, doubling over on himself. He cried out an unsteady five, momentarily closing his eyes.
Heizou gave him a small break at that, putting the cane into his open palms. He reached for the man's cheeks, wiping away the tears that had escaped Kuni's eyes. ''You're doing so well for me.'' He whispered, and Kuni's heart skipped a beat as he heard the praise. Heizou's velvety voice broke through the fog that had started to build. ''Don't lose yourself, keep going, you want to be good, right?''
The next hit landed, and Kuni's whole body tensed as his back straightened. Panic rose up in his throat as he let out a cry of pain, wanting to rip his hands away from Heizou's grip. ''Se- s-six.'' He stammered out, but it was too late, and he heard Heizou's disappointment almost immediately.
''We are starting over. Don't mess up again.'' As soon as those words reached Kuni, he could barely hold back a pitiful sob, the last threads of his pride snapping away as his reflection just stared back at him, cheeks glistening from the tears and sweat on his skin.
Heizou watched him with stern eyes, taking in the way he tensed once more as the cane hit his abused skin. ''One.'' He cried out. It felt way too hard for a first hit. But Kuni wanted to be good. What were a few hits for the puppet anyway? He can take those. He can be good for Heizou; he needed to be.
The next few hits were sounding through the air, and this time, Kuni was able to count each and every single one, without stuttering the words out. The tears were streaming down his cheeks in a steady flow, but the overwhelming need to make Heizou proud was overtaking his mind. It was even possible to ignore how his breath felt salty. If Kuni licked over his lips, he would likely taste his tears.
''Seven.'' He came farther this time, and some relief at this accomplishment was rushing through his body despite the sharp sting. Heizou’s lips brushed Kuni’s cheek with a softness that barely masked the steel underneath. His eyes darkened, the possessiveness deepening, as if marking Kuni like his territory, not just body, but soul. ''Almost there,'' he murmured, voice low enough to send shivers down Kuni’s spine. ''Don’t forget who’s in control.''
Strike eight and nine followed quickly after that, making him tense, but Heizou's words were engraved in his very being, and he managed to count them out without any issue. When hit ten finally, finally came in contact with his sensitive palms, he sobbed the word out, praying that his would be enough for his partner, praying that his partner saw how he was barely hanging on.
Heizou tossed the cane to the side. It landed with a low thud somewhere on the floor.
Relief shot through Kuni as the immediate threat left the picture, leaving him brokenly behind. He let out a shaky sigh as he kept watching them both in the mirror just like Heizou had asked.
The detective looked at him with barely contained pride but also what seemed like a deep sense of possession, dark eyes almost devouring on the spot. He absently caressed the reddened skin of Kuni's palms, making him flinch heavily. It felt kind of confusing, the mix of pain and care, and he briefly frowned. ''You were doing well. I am so fucking proud of you, pretty boy. Perfect for me even when you're breaking like this.'' His breath was hitting Kuni's ear, making him shiver as the words sank into his mind slowly, syllable by syllable.
Heizou shifted in his spot, taking Kuni's wrists carefully, pulling them behind his back, and holding them there. ''Good boys deserve a reward.'' A click was resounding through the room. A fresh wave of heat rushed through him as the last bits of Kuni's brain were melting completely upon feeling the harsh material of metal cuffs around his wrists. Heat was pooling inside him, and only now did he realize just how pent up he was. Distantly, he blamed it on the cocktail of raw emotions swimming inside him.
''Please...'' Kuni breathed out, not even sure what he was begging for. His voice sounded foreign to himself, so soft and quiet, and almost submissive that he felt even more heat filling his cheeks, spreading towards his neck. His hands still burned as the aftershocks of the pain rushed through his tense figure. He was torn between feeling overwhelmed beyond belief, but also craving more.
His searing hot face met the cold soft sheets now, a firm hand buried inside his hair as he lay on his stomach. He tensed even more as he wasn't able to see anymore what was happening to him. Heizou was quick to soothe his worries, though with a kiss to his temple. Handling him into a position that would allow Kuni to watch both of their reflections, Heizou brushed some hair out of his sweaty face. The puppet just... needed to know what was happening. ''You're safe with me, Kuni. At all times.'' His partner whispered into his ear, and Kuni closed his eyes briefly, relishing in the closeness.
''You remember your safe words, right?'' Kuni answered that question with a nod and a hum, not trusting his words right now. Heizou let it slide as he ran a curious hand down Kuni's clothed back. Slowly, but surely, a clear destination in mind until his fingers found what he was looking for.
A small sound of surprise tumbled over Heizou's lips. ''You're not wearing any underwear?'' He slipped a curious digit between Kuni's wet folds, watching how the man under him quivered violently under the touch, his muscles melting away even further. ''That eager, mh?'' Another tsk followed, and a small shake of his head. But at least his expression lacked the amount of power and darkness from earlier.
There was some shifting on the bed again, the rustle of sheets filling the room before Heizou slotted between Kuni's legs. At some point, Heizou must have gotten rid of his pants, now only sitting in a shirt and a pair of boxers behind the puppet. ''You look ethereal, my love.'' Heizou breathed with wonder as he watched them both in the mirror. The way Kuni's lips were glistening and parted just slightly, the way his eyes were glossed over with need and want, and the way his hair was clinging with sweat to his forehead had Heizou's heart thrumming just a little faster.
The man grabbed something from the side, and more shuffling was heard that Kuni simply tuned out, floating in this sense of comfort. He felt as if he could let go for once, his mind drifting away as pure trust filled him. He trusted Heizou more than he trusted himself. Surrendering with him felt natural, almost as if it was meant to be.
The next thing he felt was a lubed-up blunt object prodding at his entrance, and Kuni felt a new wave of anticipation rushing over him like water at the shore. He breathed in when he felt the thick head sliding through his entrance with barely any resistance. He gasped as he felt the girth stretching him.
Heizou had chosen a bigger toy to play with him. And he adored it.
A low and long moan was torn out of him as it almost felt as if the air was being punched out of his lungs. The drag of Heizou's cock felt heavenly, and Kuni's eyes crossed, daring to fall close. His walls fluttered around the dick, and only Heizou's firm hand inside his hair was preventing him from having his head drop to the bed in exhaustion as the sensations washed over him. His neck was stretching painfully, but oh so deliciously.
Heizou leaned forward slightly, making Kuni gasp out, his eyes falling shut. ''Keep watching yourself.'' He breathed against Kuni's ear, the hot ear hitting his cheek. ''You are the one who insisted that he has to see everything that is happening to them. Eyes open.'' Heizou didn't move even a single inch until the puppet reluctantly opened his eyes once more, gaze back on the mirror.
The position was a little awkward and borderline painful, but he supposed it was part of the deal. And feeling every ridge against his wet walls was worth the whole ordeal.
Experimentally, Heizou removed himself from Kuni's dripping wet heat slowly before grinding right back into him with a powerful thrust. His partner's mouth fell open as he felt the movement, the drag against himself, crying out when Heizou reached oh so deeply inside him. He moaned, the pain coming from his scalp making this all the more intense.
Kuni's eyes were so glued to their shared reflection in the mirror that he didn't notice Kazuha standing in the open door frame, just watching with some mild interest. He smiled softly at Kuni's current physical state as the tears just slipped over his cheeks. Darkly, Kazuha remembered being in the same place Kuni was right now, thoroughly fucked and destroyed by their shared boyfriend. It was still a miracle to him how easy it was for Heizou to put someone like Kuni into such a deep space of submission that he lost all his awareness around him.
That was talent. Kazuha saw how Heizou proudly looked into the mirror. ''Tell me what you see, my pretty doll.'' His thrusts slowed down a little, allowing Kuni to breathe. There was a little bit of hesitation coming from the man under him, a few more moans erupting from his throat. ''...a slut.'' He cried out, voice breaking away under a particularly harsh thrust. He looked as if he was concentrating so hard, but Kazuha could see that his lips were quivering with overstimulation and the need to cum so badly. ''Whose slut?'' Heizou taunted, the hand that had been in his hair previously was snaked around his throat by now, the flutter of a pulse underneath his fingers. There was something wicked inside Heizou's expression that had even Kazuha gulping.
''Yo- fuck!-- yours- Heizou's sl-slut- mh!!'' Kuni whimpered, struggling against the handcuffs a little but to no avail. All of his best spots were being hit anyway, so he didn't have a reason to escape his predicament, not really. Instead, his eyes dared to roll back again. ''Deeper... please...'' His pleas were cutting through the room, only being interrupted by the harsh thrusts his partner was delivering to him.
Those words made Heizou's gaze only darken as he quickened his bruising and unforgiving pace. ''That's right, you are mine.'' Kuni didn't even hear the words over his debauched screams as the tears streamed down his face, the overstimulation running through him like molten lava. Heizou seemed to follow his request without a second thought. Only when the mattress next to his face moved again was he briefly pulled out of his daze.
His eyes met with a familiar checkered pair of sleeping pants. Fear briefly rushed through Kuni as he couldn't see the face in the reflection just yet, and he tensed, making Heizou groan in return.
''Relax, Kuni. It's only me, Kazuha.'' The samurai offered in a whisper, searching for Heizou's eyes momentarily. There was a question visible in Kazuha's eyes, but frankly, the detective didn't care anymore, chasing his own climax at this point. So he nodded, maroon hair moving around his face.
Kazuha gave another soft smile as he placed a light and careful hand on Kuni's head, running a hand through his hair lovingly. The tension in Kuni's body left him again as he realized who was sitting next to his head. ''Ah- I- I am sorry, Kazu- for- for destroying your work.'' He apologized in between heavy moaning, ignoring how his voice sounded so wrecked and fucked out. He allowed himself to relax his head now that Kazuha was here.
The hand never left him. ''It's okay. I forgive you.'' He could see that Heizou was being close, so Kazuha turned a little on the bed, carefully. He reached underneath Kuni's thigh to find a particularly sensitive spot between his legs.
When he found it, Kuni stuttered, a long gasp followed by a whimper, leaving him. He was blabbering out a string of curses in every language he knew. His eyes fell shut, pressing his lids together. A small string of pleas followed as his whole body tensed. Kazuha smiled fondly at the way Kuni was squirming with every circle he drew over that one impossibly sensitive point.
Heizou chuckled breathlessly. ''Cum for us, pretty boy. Make me proud.''
That was all it took. Kuni's body arched incredibly far away from the mattress and away from Kazuha's finger as he let out a shout, crying, tears blurring his view. He felt some added fluids dripping down the toy, hot wetness pooling out of him. Did he... did he squirt just now? That was so humiliating, and he felt his body trembling as he came down from his high. His cheeks heated up as he tried to hide himself.
Absently, he felt Heizou stiffen behind him, half-expecting the familiar, scorching heat of a hot load inside him. But there was only the slick, cool drip of lube sliding out. The memory that this was a strap-on flickered in his mind, and for a moment, he forgot. But honestly? He didn’t mind. Not one bit. He felt good. Amazing, even.
There was a hand on his back, massaging the tension out of his shoulder blades, and Kuni allowed himself to relax, one wet cheek hitting the sheets underneath him. Kazuha's hand between his legs had disappeared, which he was glad about as his thighs quivered with the echoes of one of the best orgasms he had had in a while.
Kuni's mouth was slightly ajar, his eyes closed shut, his hair matted to his forehead. His figure hurt, and he winced, but Heizou and Kazuha were here to take care of him. His lips raised themselves into a small smile as he felt Heizou's fingers fumbling with the lock of the cuffs, opening them after a moment. Kuni's arms fell to the side with a sigh. He flexed his fingers and joints, wincing as he felt how tender his skin seemed to be.
There was another thud heard before Heizou carefully turned Kuni over on his back. The fog inside his eyes had disappeared a little by now, making space for something more vulnerable. He didn't meet any of their eyes as he stared up at the ceiling.
After another moment, Kuni felt a hand carefully grab for one of his wrists before he felt soft lips pressed against his abused palms. His breath hitched. ''I am sorry. I think I was a little too harsh to you.'' Heizou apologized, his lips moving slightly, lightly against his still reddened skin. But Kuni shook his head faintly.
''You...'' He had to cough, his voice sounding incredibly dry from the screaming, crying, and moaning from earlier. His cheeks heated up. ''You weren't. It was amazing. I- I just need a moment.'' In all honesty, Kuni had felt safe and handled perfectly at every single moment during their session. It had just been intense.
''We would clean you up now,'' Kazuha mumbled, flicking Kuni's nose a little playfully. But the puppet shook his head. ''That can wait. I just- wanna cuddle for a moment, if that's okay.'' He requested, knowing that neither Kazuha nor Heizou could ever refuse such a demand.
And he was right because in no time, he had a Kazuha cuddled close to his left side and a Heizou on his right side. There were small kisses pressed to both his shoulders, and for a moment, he even forgot the gross feeling between his legs.
Kuni let out a sigh of contentment as he closed his eyes, burying his head into maroon hair and one hand into blond strands.
Yes. This is where he truly belonged.