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Cherry Delight
a fanfic by Epeeblade
http://www.geocities.com/epeeblade

Part 1

Subaru was moping around the mansion again, and Sorata decided he needed
to do something about it. After speaking briefly with Karen, who agreed
that Subaru needed to get laid, he made the arrangements and cornered the
Sumeragi in his bedroom.

"Hey, Subaru-san, could you do me a big favor?" Sorata asked, suddenly
becoming super-deformed, looking cute and sweet and innocent all in one package.

Subaru, being the angst-ridden Onmyouji was all know and love, was
completely clueless to this use of Chibi-power. "What do you need,
Sorata-san?" he asked, breaking out of his usual melancholic state to
speak to the young monk.

"I need you to show me how to use the subway to get somewhere," Sorata was
already gathering Subaru's pale trenchcoat, which he threw over the
shoulders of the young man.

"But why do you need to use the train..." Subaru began as Sorata pushed
him out of the door.

"You can't leap over buildings /all/ the time, c'mon, let's go, I'll miss
the train..." he continued to push Subaru out of the mansion. Karen and Arashi watched 
them leave, then turned to each other. 

"500 Yen says he doesn't do it," Arashi said quietly.

"You're on," Karen agreed.

***

Seishirou Sakurazuka was bored. No, he reflected, pulling on his sexy long
black trench coat and dark shades, he needed to get laid. And tonight, he
didn't feel like seeking out that fake /Kamui/. He was so whiny,
"Seishirou, I wanna be on top ---oomph!" Seishirou needed something more,
something to arouse him in ways he hadn't been aroused before.

He knew just where to go. A few months back he had passed the place while
returning from either an assassination or visiting an ice cream shop, the
two often blurred in his mind. The club was called "Cherry Delight" and
his numerous assasin contacts had informed him that it was an S&M club, -- the Weiss 
Kreuz boys were especially fond of the place.

He greeted the man at the front desk, narrowing his eye to get a look at
the name tag that spelled out Martin, in neat romanji
script. "Martin-san," he said, "I'm looking for something different."

"Let me guess, you're looking to be aroused in ways you've never been
aroused before!" Martin said eagerly.

"Well, yes." Seishirou agreed.

"I bet you're a seme," the man continued, "Always on top?"

"Well, I don't like to brag but..."

"No need to go into details, let me show you to one of our most popular
rooms..." ***

"Sorata, I can't believe you did this!" Subaru gasped, taking in the
sights of Tokyo's red light district, particularly the glowing red neon
sign of "Cherry Delight."

"Ah, Subs, ya'll thank me later, trust me," Sorata dragged him into the
club. Or at least he tried to. Subaru clung to the door and refused to
budge. Sorata tugged until Subaru's legs were off the floor, although the
Sumeragi still clung tightly to the door frame.

"Subaru, if you don't let go, I'm going to pull your pants off and leave
you here!" Sorata finally resorted to threats.

Subaru abruptly let go and the two crashed into the club. Martin the host
looked down at them. "Room for two?" he asked mildly. 

"Nah, see my friend here needs to get laid," Sorata said.

"Gah!" Subaru blushed and fell over, a mighty white sweatdrop hanging from
his forehead.

"Ah, an Uke." Martin assessed, "Well, sir, would you like something
different?"

Subaru looked up at the host. "Different? How? Actually sleeping with a
woman?"

Martin shuddered, "Oh no, not that...but it's a well know fact that some
of the best subs make the best masters..."

Subaru's face finally lit up, "Go on, I'm listening..." 

Part two
(we finally get to the sex, whoo-hoo!)

Sei-chan found himself aroused in a way he'd never been aroused before. He
was chained belly down to a heart shaped bed covered in red satin. Martin
had taken his clothes, but left the sunglasses, thinking they were
sufficiently kinky. Somehow, the feeling of soft satin around his naked
body and the cold hardness of the chains around his wrists combined to
form the most interesting sensations.

The door clicked open once, and then shut. Seishirou listened but all he
heard was the soft sounds of breathing. "Martin?" he asked softly.

"No," a familiar voice. Could it be? Gentle hands moved up his legs,
slowly caressing the skin, following past the calves, dipping into the
indentation at the knee and finally past the thigh towards the
buttocks. Seishirou gasped as his ass was smacked harshly. 

If this was a Star Wars fic, he should be probably be thinking, "I have a
bad feeling about this." right about now, especially when the voice spoke
again.

"I have long waited for this opportunity, to finally kill you the way I
have always wanted too."

"Subaru-kun," Seishirou twisted around in his bonds, trying to get a
better look at his delicious tormenter.

*SMACK* another slap at his backside, "In this room, you call me
'Subaru-sama!'" *SMACK* "Or Master." he added thoughtfully.

"Yes, master." Seishirou was aroused beyond belief. This was worth way more
that the 10000 yen he'd paid. 

"Good," Subaru purred, "Your first command," he shuffled through the trunk
of toys at the foot of the bed, pulling out a leather collar with a long
shiny chain attached. He placed the collar around Seishirou's neck,
pulling it slightly tighter than necessary, only then did he undo the
chains about the older man's wrists, "is to get on your knees for me." he
pulled him off the bed and onto the floor, where Seishirou knelt
obediently. "And take off those damn sunglasses, I can't even have a
simple conversation with you without you hiding behind those." Subaru
slapped the glasses off and they fell to the floor with a loud crack.

Seishirou looked suggestively up at Subaru admiring how good the young man
looked from this angle. "What is your next command, my master?" he begged
seductively, leaning forward to wrap his arms around Subaru's knees.

Subaru gulped, blushed and then grinned. He just had a delightful idea. "I
want you to apologize for everything you've ever done to me, I want you to
kiss my ass..." 

That was too good an opportunity to resist. "Whatever my master
commands..." the assassin crawled behind Subaru, reaching around to unclasp
the young man's jeans, which he then slowly pulled down his slim
thighs. Seishirou followed the pants with his lips, working his way up
from Subaru's ankles, "I'm sorry about the time I broke your arm..." lick,
nibble, kiss. The apology continued all the way up Subaru's smooth slim
legs, till Seishirou's lips touched that oh so sensitive spot.

You know the one.

They could hear the yelp from the lobby.

***

Sorata and Martin winced slightly, as they knelt outside the door. "Those
two are sure loud!" Sorata commented. 

"Nine years repressed sexual tension, what do you expect?" Martin sighed,
pulling out a cigarette from his jacket. "Want one?"

"Nah, I don't smoke," Sorata told him.

"Smoke? These are chocolate."

"Oh, well in that case..."

***

Much later, Subaru and Seishirou lounged in bed, smoke drifting above them to meet 
with the mirrored reflection on the ceiling.

"I never thought you'd ever actually get up the courage to kill me,
Subaru-k, er, -sama." Seishirou sighed, thinking of his 2 or 3 tiny little
deaths. 

"Why didn't we do this a long time ago?" Subaru sighed, nestling into the
older man's arms.

"Tommorrow night?" Seishirou asked hopefully.

"8 pm?"

"See you here."

***

Sorata though Subaru looked sufficiently well-laid as the two made their
way back to the mansion, much later that evening. "Well?" he asked Subaru.

"Well what?"

"Aren't you going to thank me?" Sorata demanded. 

Subaru sighed and finally understood why Arashi kept smacking the young
man around. Then he paused, and realized there just might be another
reason, after all, how did Sorata know about Cherry Delight in the first
place?....nah....impossible. "Thank Sorata, a lot!" Subaru laughed as he
bounded up the steps.

In the hallway Arashi was furiously counting out bills and handing them to
Karen. Sorata whispered in her ear as he passed by, "I booked us a room
tomorrow."

She elbowed him hard in the stomach.

Which meant "See you there."

End