Cherry Delight II
Raspberry surprise
A fanfic by Epeeblade
Kamui was moping around the mansion again, and now that Subaru had been shocked
out of his own melancholy he realized immediately what the problem was. Kamui needed
to get laid.
“Kamui,” Subaru approached the young man who gazed out the window, watching the
rain streak down the glass.
“Yes, Subaru?” Kamui blinked huge violet eyes up the older man. The crush he had on
the Sumeragi couldn’t be more obvious.
Subaru fidgeted, why couldn’t he be strong and self-assured, like he was when he was at
“Cherry Delight,” the S and M sex club Sorata had introduced him to a few nights ago?
That’s it! A light bulb appeared behind him and Kamui blinked at it uneasily. “Kamui,”
he said gently, “there is something I need to show you. Be ready at 7:30 tonight.”
“Um, ok, anything for you Subaru!” Kamui’s eyelashes fluttered effeminately.
Down the hall, Yuzuriha was chatting with Karen. “No way! I’ll bet you a month’s worth
of Pocky™ they don’t do it!”
“You’re on,” Karen grinned.
***
Sometimes Fuuma could be the most annoying individual imaginable, Seishirou
reflected, glancing at his watch. He was supposed to meet Subaru-kun in 20 minutes, but
would be late if the mountebank Kamui didn’t stop quibbling at this impromptu meeting
of the Dragons of Earth. He noted Yuuto grinning as he perched upon Kanoe’s lap
despite the dark looks Satsuki was giving them. An idea sparked in his brain, resulting in
the short-circuiting of his idea-bulb.
“Fuuma, I mean, Kamui,” he turned to the young man, “You really need to get laid.”
The others all looked at him with shock and embarrassment, only the Sakurazukamori
dared to talk to the psychotic Kamui in such a matter. To their surprise, Fuuma only
nodded and followed Seishirou out of the room.
It was then that Satsuki decided to act, she stood up and pushed Yuuto off Kanoe’s lap.
“How many times do I have to tell you?” she snarled at the young man, “She’s mine!
Hands off!”
***
Kamui grew increasingly uncomfortable the further Subaru led him down the seedy
streets of Tokyo’s red light district, and he nearly balked at the sight of the club Subaru
bade him enter. He was even more startled to see that Subaru and the host were on
friendly terms.
“Ah, Subaru, you’ve brought a friend, how delightful! So has your partner.” Martin
greeted them, a bright grin on his face.
“He has, hmm,” Subaru frowned, he would need to discipline Seishirou for that. He
smiled happily at that thought. “Well, we’ll at least have an even number now. Thank you
Martin, I will see you later.”
He dragged Kamui down the hall, and the boy only went because he trusted Subaru.
Well, at least trusted him before the Onmyouji led him into a /sex/ club! He had to admit,
the idea was very intriguing, perhaps now he would finally fulfill his wish, to take
Subaru, make him his in the only way that mattered….drool…
Kamui was still daydreaming when Subaru threw open the door to their room, he took in
the large heart shaped bed, the mirrors on the ceilings and the various whips and chains
strewn about the room with aplomb. What he could not deal with was seeing the
Sakurazukamori and Fuuma in the room.
Seishirou lounged on the bed, completely nude, he grinned at the two, his head propped
up on one arm. Fuuma, equally nude, knelt at the foot of the bed and he smiled slightly at
seeing the pair.
“Subaru,” Seishirou said happily.
“Seishirou,” Subaru greeted in return.
“F-fuuma!” Kamui squealed.
“Kamui,” Fuuma replied, when in answer, or correction, none of the three were quite
certain.
“Kamui,” Seishirou turned to Kamui,
“Sakurazukamori!” Kamui squeaked.
“Now, now enough of that,” Subaru growled, and Kamui jumped in shock. Where was
the gentle, kind Subaru he knew? “You’ve been impudent.”
Seishirou widened his eyes innocently, not quite achieving the famed “Sorata chibi look.”
“What ever do you mean? I see you brought another yourself.”
“I can do whatever I wish.”
“S-subaru!” Kamui interrupted. “What is this?”
“Hopefully a foursome.” Fuuma purred from his place on the floor.
“You can’t be serious.”
“I’m afraid so, Kamui. In this room, I am in charge.” Subaru wiggled his eyebrows
suggestively at the younger man.
“But they want to kill us!” Kamui squawked, having already squealed and squeaked.
“That’s the idea.”
There was a loud knock on the door. Surprised, Subaru turned and answered it, finding
Sorata on the other side.
“Can you guys stop the obligatory banter and just get it on for once!” the young monk
declared. “You’re keeping the rest of us from having a good time!”
“S-sorata?” Kamui whispered in shock.
“Hey, Kams, good to see you here.” Sorata elbowed the young boy, “Have fun, I gotta
get going, Arashi’s finally going to show me where she keeps her sword!”
All four men stared at him in shock as he exited the suite. “I did not just hear that,”
Kamui gulped. The other three agreed wholeheartedly.
Part Two
(or, where they finally get some nookie!)
(this is your last chance to bail, by the way, it only goes downhill from here!)
Kamui groaned, half in ecstasy, half in torment as his entire body was conquered by
delightfully warm mouths licking off the flavored chocolate-raspberry sauce Subaru had
dribbled over him. He writhed on the bed, the satin sheets clutched in his fists. They had
blindfolded him, so he didn’t know who licked at his nipples, which one nipped gently at
his ankles, and who was getting dangerous close to his groin.
“Oh!” he exclaimed as a warm, moist mouth, slightly sticky from the sauce claimed his
length. Slowly the man began to suck, moving up and down from crown to root, and
finally taking Kamui all the way down his throat. “Yah! Fuuma!” He cried as he reached
his first orgasm of the evening.
Chuckles greeted him as the blindfold was removed and he was startled to see the
Sakurazukamori looking up at him from between his legs. “You!” he said in shock.
“Really, Kamui, I am famous for my talented mouth,” Seishirou teased. He winced as
Subaru placed a well timed slap against his backside.
“What did I tell you? No mocking Kamui!” Subaru ordered, “For that, you’re going to be
gagged!”
“But then he can’t use that talented mouth,” Fuuma quipped.
Subaru whirled on the slim, deliciously nude /Kamui/. “Now just for that, you’re going to
have to put your mouth to use.”
“Uh oh,” Kamui murmured.
“Kamui, gag Seishirou,” Subaru tossed him the leather gag he retrieved from the toy box
at the end of the bed. Kamui immediately snapped to work, he didn’t want to piss Subaru
off, who knew what the Sumeragi might order him to do? Seishirou merely grinned at
Kamui as he tightened the gag around the older man’s mouth. He could almost swear that
Seishirou seemed to get harder at his action, and he could not keep his eyes off the
Sakurazukamori’s long swollen member.
“Fuuma,” Subaru ordered, “Prepare Seishirou for entrance.”
Fuuma looked at Subaru askance and then grinned. The old bastard would get finally get
it up the ass. Seishirou positioned himself on his hand and knees, over Kamui who was
once again getting hard at the sight. Fuuma knelt behind the Sakurazukamori, slowly
massaging the older man’s buttocks as he dipped his mouth towards his entrance, coating
it with his saliva.
Subaru appeared at Kamui’s side, gently nibbling at the young man’s ear, kissing down
his cheek with a soft suction. Kamui turned his head startled, realizing Subaru had not
kissed him the entire time. Their lips met, tongues gently caressing as Kamui opened his
mouth for Subaru, who nipped, then sucked at Kamui’s lower lip. There came a loud
groan and they broke apart, grinning.
Seishirou was staring at them, his eyes bright, the amber one almost gold with arousal.
Subaru winked at him, handing the older man a tube of something, “Prepare Kamui,” he
whispered, sliding off the bed. Kamui crawled from under the Sakurazukamori, who
continued to writhe from Fuuma’s tongue. Gently, he pressed one coated finger into
Kamui, who had spread his legs for the more experienced assassin, holding himself open.
Kamui growled softly, feeling the slight burn as Seishirou moved into him. He gasped as
suddenly something inside him jolted his entire body, the sensation going straight to his
groin.
Dimly he heard another groaning rumble, and realized Subaru was preparing Fuuma.
***
It was a good thing Subaru had control of the situation, Kamui reflected, or he didn’t
think he could go through with this. Fuuma rested on his back on the bed, legs spread and
held to his check, the older teenager had hooked his own hands under his knees. “Please,
Kamui,” He murmured, insensible, “I need you inside me…”
Kamui didn’t know why he hesitated, but relaxed when Subaru appeared at his side,
“Easy Kamui, you can do this, come on,” Subaru gently pushed him forward, positioning
Kamui’s aching and dripping length at Fuuma’s entrance. Seishirou took a hold of
Kamui’s waist and gently helped the boy push forward.
“Oooooh,” Kamui and Fuuma groaned together.
Subaru grinned at them, “Now hold still, just for a little bit.”
Kamui could feel himself being spread, and he felt Seishirou’s head at his entrance. He
turned his head and the assassin reached forward and rubbed noses with him. Seishirou
kept his grip on the teenager’s waist and gently pushed forward.
Fuuma yelped slightly as even more pressure was exerted upon his body. “Please, just
move….”
“Not yet,” Subaru murmured, taking up his own place behind Seishirou. The bed was not
big enough for all four of them, and he stood at the edge as he plunged into Seishirou. He
had always wanted to take the older man like this, bent over the bed, as he braced himself
on the floor, pushing into that oh so tight heat.
“Now?” Kamui groaned, he didn’t know how much more of this he could stand.
“Now,” Subaru grunted, pushing forward. It took a moment, but Seishirou coordinated
his thrusts with Subaru, and then Kamui. Fuuma’s hips were lifted off the bed and then
plunged down again with the force of three men plunging into him. It was almost too
much, he felt himself reaching his pinnacle, his length trapped between his and Kamui’s
stomach. Almost as an afterthought, Kamui reached with one hand and grasped Fuuma,
pumping the other boy relentlessly.
“Oooh,” Fuuma breathed.
Subaru felt himself close, and reached forward to whisper to Seishirou, “You may come
after I do,” he so generously granted permission. In answer, Seishirou groaned around the
gag. At the sound, Subaru lost it, with one deep thrust, he loosed his seed within the
assassin’s body.
Having been given permission, Seishirou dared not disobey and he pounded into Kamui,
relentlessly seeking his own release. Kamui tensed, then gasped at he reached his own
peak, his body worked by Fuuma’s spasming muscles. He felt warm liquid splash against
his belly, then felt the Sakurazukamori’s seed shoot deep inside as the older man grunted
his pleasure.
Fuuma groaned at the sudden weight on his chest, Seishirou and Kamui had fallen on
him, “Get off,” he pushed at Kamui, who was rolled to the side by the Sakurazukamori.
Subaru crawled onto the bed, snuggling between Kamui and Seishirou.
“You know, Subaru, I feel wonderful,” Kamui sighed, putting his arms around his lover,
his back being warmed by Fuuma.
Seishirou pulled the gag out of his mouth, then reached for the night table and pulled out
of pack of cigarettes, he offered the pack to Kamui who shook his head. “But they’re
chocolate!” the older man insisted.
“Well in that case,” Kamui pulled out one for him and one for Fuuma.
“I never get to be on top,” Fuuma grumbled.
“Well, since the two of you like this place so much,” Subaru grinned, sucking seductively
on one of the chocolate butts, “why don’t you get your own room?”
“Then I still wouldn’t be on top,” Fuuma mumbled.
“That sounds great, Subaru!” Kamui grinned, suddenly sounding as genki as Keichi.
***
When Subaru and Kamui returned to the mansion, they found Karen carting crates of
Pocky™ into her room. “Hi guys, have fun last night?”
Subaru and Kamui only grinned at her.
End
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