Title: Untitled
Author: E. Liddell
Fandom: Shoujo Kakumei Utena
Rated: NC-17
Pairing: Touga/Saionji/Akio
Warning: BDSM, Graphic Sex, Threesome
Summary: Otherwise known as "the one where Saionji chains himself to the bed".

I don't think we're really supposed to be here. The thought crossed my mind yet again, and I glanced in Touga's direction. He wasn't paying any attention to me, though. He seemed to be exceptionally interested in one corner of the elevator's ceiling.

I wished I knew where we were going. Touga hadn't said. He had just given me that sexy little smile whose hundred and one variations I was only just beginning to learn, taken me by the hand, and dragged me up here. I knew we were somewhere inside the main administrative building, but that was it. There had been a secretary at a desk guarding this elevator, and I had gotten the feeling that normally part of her job was to keep students out of this area, but Touga had just breezed past her with a nod and a smile, and she had barely given him a glance. Obviously, he came here often.

It was at times like this that I realized how little I really knew about the young man who was my lover and my best friend.

A hand came to rest on my shoulder, and I felt a hip being pressed against mine.

"You look distracted," a familiar velvet voice purred in my ear.

"Just wondering what's going on." I shook my head, disturbed by the harsh, shrill sound of my own voice. Try though I might, I just could not imitate those throaty, sexy tones that always sent shivers down my spine... and to other places. "Somehow, I can't believe that you brought me up here just because you want to have sex in an elevator."

A soft chuckle. "We can try that on the way down, if you like - and if you're still up to it." The tip of his tongue traced along the edge of my ear for a moment. "Actually, I'm throwing a goodbye party for someone, and I thought you might like to be in on it."

"What kind of goodbye party?" I forced myself to stand stock still and just let him touch me. Touga usually didn't like it when I took the initiative. Hopefully, that would change as I got more skilled at love play.

"You'll see."

He had my jacket halfway open when the elevator doors slid apart. I was very conscious of his hand against the small of my back as he herded me into a huge, darkened room. I tilted my head up, curious. Were those stars? Then I caught sight of the black bulk of the projector. A planetarium?

"Touga, just where are we?"

"I'm sure you'll figure that out soon enough. Come on."

He wrapped his arm around my waist and guided me forward, around the projector to the other side, past the dark bulks of several pieces of furniture, to an area that was just slightly better lit than the rest of the room. A black-and-medium-grey blob resolved itself into an unmade bed with something lying on it.

Touga stepped back from me then and kicked his shoes off. I watched him for a while as he undressed, admiring the way his smooth, pale skin glinted in the artificial starlight, until an impatient gesture indicated that I should take my clothes off, too.

I untied my shoes and opened my jacket the rest of the way as he walked over to the bed and did something there. I had my pants down and was just about to drop my briefs and step out of them when Touga's voice floated back to me out of the darkness.

"Hope I haven't kept you waiting for too long."

I drew a breath to reply... and then froze, holding it, as a voice that was very like my friend's, but slightly rougher, replied, "Actually, I was beginning to wonder if you were coming back at all."

The Ends of the World I will show to you...

"Well, I did consider leaving you for your secretary to find, but that wouldn't have been any fun without setting up a camera to tape her reaction. Kyouichi, how long are you going to stand there with your mouth open?"

"Touga..." My voice cracked. It had been well over a year since it had last done that.

He got up off the bed and walked over to me, pulled my hands away from my sides, and slid my underwear down over my hips himself.

"I know I promised you that there would never be anyone else, ever again," he said, "but there are some kinds of goodbyes that do have to be said in person. And..."

"And?" I prompted, when he seemed reluctant to go on.

"It has to be awfully frustrating for you, being with me." As he spoke, he gathered my penis into the palm of one warm, lightly calloused hand and began to stroke it. "Never being on top, I mean, because I hate being on the bottom so much. So I thought I'd give you the chance to top someone else - and maybe, in the process, make you understand why I kept coming back here for so long."

"Mmmmnnnn." Not exactly wonderful in terms of coherency, I know, but his fingers were working a kind of magic that was no less spectacular because I became more familiar with it every time he did it. "Ooooooooh..."

He gave me a deep, thorough kiss, then took my hand in his. Together, we walked over to the bed, where a figure lay spread-eagled, his honey-brown skin looking black in the dim light. Touga immediately sat down on the edge of the bed. I hesitated for a moment before moving to perch beside him.

Deep green eyes that seemed to gather in what little light there was and hold it regarded me with cool amusement.

"Saionji. No need to be afraid of me, boy. Your friend has made certain that I'm not capable of doing anything to you." Akio Ohtori smiled sardonically and shook his arms. Metal jingled, and I realized suddenly that the black bands on each of his wrists weren't jewelry, they were...

"Handcuffs," Touga confirmed. "On his ankles, too. Akio-san has some... rather decadent tastes... when it comes to pleasure."

"Touga... I don't..." I shivered. I felt dreadfully embarrassed, but at the same time I could feel the internal pressure building as the sight of the man tied to the bed in front of me made me even harder than Touga's stroking had. And no one was even touching me!

That's End of the World lying there, tied down and completely at my mercy... The thought alone intensified the throbbing ache between my thighs. I gave in to the inevitable and reached out to tentatively run one hand over smooth, dark skin, tracing the muscles of chest and abdomen. Like Touga, Akio had nice, well-defined pecs and abs without being exaggeratedly built.

Warm hands kneaded at my shoulders as I continued my explorations, tracing features that were stronger and sharper than mine or my friend's, reminding me that this was a grown man, not a boy like me. Tentatively, I brushed his lips, and felt the warm wetness of a tongue lapping at the tips of my fingers.

"That's the way." Touga lifted my hair out of the way so that he could lick the skin just behind my ear.

I ran my fingers lightly down the column of Akio's throat to his chest again, and, greatly daring, pinched a nipple. I was rewarded with a hoarse sound of pleasure and the feeling of his body arching up to press against my hand. Bending forward, I found his other nipple and nibbled. I could feel his chest heaving.

As I straightened back up, Touga's hand closed over one of mine and guided it downward.

It was my first experience with touching another man's penis. I'd felt Touga's inside of me, of course, but he usually kept my hands pinned so that I couldn't touch him. Fascinated, I stroked my fingers along the shaft, feeling the size and the firmness of it. Bending forward again, I discovered that it tasted of salty sweat, and, just at the tip, of something else, more sweet than salt. I licked and tasted and explored, memorizing the textures and flavors of head and shaft, of testes and the smooth skin on the inside of a thigh.

It wasn't until I came up for air that I realized that the warmth of Touga's body against my back was missing, that he wasn't touching me anywhere. I glanced over my shoulder, and discovered that he was unfastening Akio's legs. I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could, he was back, reaching past me to tug at Akio's hips and guide his legs up onto my shoulders.

"You'll need this." A tube of familiar size and weight was pressed into my palm. "Give it back to me when you're done."

I took it and unscrewed the cap, then hesitated. "You know, I've never done this before..."

"I would have thought that I'd done it to you often enough by now for you to have the idea, but I'll help you if you need me to. Squirt a little onto your fingers - yes, like that - and then reach underneath him." A hand slightly larger than mine guided me down below Akio's body and into the cleft between his buttocks. "Now slide your fingers back up until you find it."

I felt the little pucker under the tip of my index finger and, without waiting for further instructions, pushed inside. I hadn't expected that there would be so much resistance, and it took a little work to get my finger all the way in. I worked it in and out, drawing it back until only the tip was still inside him, and then plunging it in as deep as I could. And in a few minutes, that isn't just going to be my finger...

I forced a second in, and then a third. Then I looked up at Akio, who had been eerily silent through all of this, and discovered that he was smirking at me.

"Go on, little boy. You know you want it."

I shivered. Oh, boy, do I want it... I slicked myself down with lubricant and handed the tube back to Touga, then swiveled my hips a bit and pushed forward.

I slid into the hot, close slickness that was the inside of another man's body more easily than I had expected. It was nothing like having a blow job - well, all right, that's warm and wet too, but you don't get the same feeling of tightness. Mindlessly, I continued to push until I was as deeply buried as I could manage, and then just stayed there for a moment, listening to the thunder of my pulse. I was barely aware of anything except the pressure around my penis, scarcely even noticing when a slick fingertip probed lightly at my anus and pushed inside. And another. And a third. It wasn't until something much larger rammed into me that I realized what was going on.

I found myself pulling out of Akio to grind my hips back against Touga's thrust, feeling the delicious sensation of the tip of his penis probing at my prostate. Then I moved forward again and sheathed myself in Akio. Forward-back-forward-back, each movement of my body sending waves of pleasure tingling through me, unable to tell which feeling I liked more... It's a good thing that no one asked me my name just then, because I don't think I would have remembered it.

Back-forward-back... I could feel something exquisitely intense building up inside me as I pounded mindlessly into the body under mine. Then I felt something warm and sticky against my stomach, and the slick sheath around my penis tightened...

I'd never believed those stories I'd sometimes heard about people seeing lights shooting past in front of their eyes during an orgasm before, but suddenly my back arched and my universe exploded with brilliance. The sudden throbbing release of pressure as I came mingled with the feeling of more hot stickiness spurting into me as I hung suspended in the light... And then it was over, and I was tired and sweaty and shaking, glad that Touga's hands were on my arms, supporting me as I drew my flaccid member out of Akio's body.

"Wow." It was completely inadequate, but I've never been enough of a poet to say what I felt about an experience like that.

Touga guided me down so that I was lying beside Akio, then got up and walked around to the head of the bed to finish freeing the latter.

"Damn, your wrists are raw. You must have been pulling pretty hard. We'd better get something on them."

"Sorry for the inconvenience." Akio reached up to flip a wayward lock of hair out of Touga's face. "Help me get up, will you?"

"I never thought I'd see the day when you came out of something like this unable to walk."

"Your friend may not be as big as you are, but he was unusually... enthusiastic. I'll be all right in a few minutes."

When I finally had the bed to myself, I rolled over onto my back and watched the two of them shuffle across the floor together. My mind was still reeling.

I just fucked End of the World! I don't believe this. Why in heck did he let Touga tie him up and then bring me here? What kind of man enjoys putting himself completely at someone else's mercy that way? I glanced at the empty, bloody cuffs lying to either side of the pillow on which my head now lay. The image drifted through my mind of myself being chained that way, and Touga... To my surprise, I felt a bit of stirring in my groin. I hadn't thought I had anything left. What would it feel like...?

I glanced at the cuffs again, then sat up. I can't believe that I'm actually doing this.

The ankle cuffs were cold, and they clicked into place with a very final sound. Lying back down, I closed a bloody cuff around my left wrist... and then discovered that chaining oneself to a bed isn't really all that easy, especially when you're trying to fasten a blood-slick handcuff around your wrist one-handed. Eventually, I managed to force it shut, swearing softly as a fold of skin was caught in it as it closed.

"Well, well, well. What have we here?" Touga's voice was warm and amused, and I could see as he sat down beside me that he was half-hard again. "I hope you know what you're letting yourself in for, Kyouichi."

I grinned, although I had never really mastered the seductive smile and so had to settle for an enthusiastic one. "You say that as though you think being fucked is something new for me. Go on, Touga. I'm all yours."

"All ours," Touga agreed, running his fingers through my hair. "But I do wonder if you really know what that means..."

A pair of hands stroked my face. Then another hand, not Touga's, began stroking the inside of my left thigh, and my eyes flew open wide as I realized just what he had meant. Even so, I didn't voice a word of complaint. If this was what Touga wanted, this was what he would have.

There was nothing that frightened me more than the idea of losing him. I had been waking up with nightmares, lately, in which he'd somehow forgotten about me, or I about him...

He grasped my chin firmly and turned my head to one side. The light was so dim that I couldn't see anything, but I felt something that was warm and firm and roundish and leaking fluid press against my lips.

"Suck on it," Touga demanded, and I opened my mouth.

While I was enjoying what I suspected would be my only chance ever to give my lover a blow job, I felt my ankles being unfastened and tried to relax, knowing what was coming and that it would hurt if I was too tense.

It hurt anyway. Akio wasn't any longer than Touga, but he was thicker, and I wasn't used to accommodating someone of his size. Pain streaked along my spine, and I could feel tissues being stretched to the splitting point. If he hadn't held still and patiently waited for me to get used to him, I think he would have hurt me badly.

I continued to suck on Touga's member as agony faded slowly into a moderate ache, and someone's hand - I wasn't sure whose, and I no longer cared - caressed my flaccid penis back to attention. The ache intensified as Akio began to move, slowly beginning to mingle with pleasure as the tip of him brushed against my prostate.

It was just as intense as the first round, but in a different way. I'd never realized before that pain could be so erotic. I found myself pushing my hips up to meet Akio's thrusts, welcoming the pain as well as the pleasure that it brought with it. No lights this time, just an intense, slowly-building wave that left me once more panting and weak.

"I think I understand why you come here now," I told Touga as he pulled out of my mouth, pausing for me to lick the last salty-sweet drops of semen away.

His fingers caressed my wrists as he unfastened first one cuff, then the other. "No, you don't, and I hope you never do. I'm like an addict. It sickens me, and yet I can't..." He shook his head in frustration. "If it ever looks like you're getting to this point, Kyouichi... kill yourself."

"Too late," I told him. Far too late, my love. I'm addicted to you now.

The End

Shoujo Kakumei Utena © Saitou Chiho