He knelt and sat back on his heels to wait, feeling a soft
breeze from the air vent caress his naked body. He ignored it and concentrated
on what he had done wrong. He knew his master would not be inclined to forgive
so easily — he never were — and that he would have to show a great deal of
repentance before forgiveness was gained.
Soft steps on the floor
alerted him to his master's presence, but he didn't move a muscle and remained
as he was. His back was straight, yet deferring, his head bowed, and his hands
on his knees. A pair of shiny, black boots entered his view.
"Akudou,"
his master said.
So that was his name for the night. Bad boy. Yes, he
had been a bad boy. Akudou slowly bowed forward until his forehead almost
touched the floor, his hands resting lightly by his head, refusing the impulse
to reach out the last two inches to touch his master's boots.
"You
know why we are here." It wasn't a clear question, but he knew he had to give
his master an answer.
"Hai,
Nushi-sama."
Nushi. A word that meant so many things. Owner. Master. Lover. God. And his
master was all those, yes.
"Good. Tell me."
Akudou hesitated
only for the briefest of moments before he quenched his pride and spoke. "I
didn't see your suggestion as the order it was, and I embarrassed you, both by
denying your will and by being firmer than I had to be." He thought he'd
managed to summarize all his faults into that short presentation. "I deeply
regret my offence against you, Nushi-sama, and gladly submit to whatever
punishment you deem appropriate."
He knew they were walking a thin
line in their relationship, but he couldn't imagine what his life would be if
it ended. He knew that he would probably be dead by now if his master hadn't
instigated it. His master was the second half of his soul: fire where he was
ice, strong where he was vulnerable, light where he was darkness, and
emotional where he was... detached. But due to their dual-natured
relationship, it was hard to know where the line was drawn. To treat his
master publicly as a pupil was draining, and he so needed their privacy to
help him relax. It had now been almost a week since they'd had time to be
alone, and it had obviously been taking its toll.
"First of all,
Akudou," his master said, "I think an apology with the concerned parties
present would be in place, don't you think?"
Akudou shied from the
thought of meekly apologizing before those two, but his master had said so, so
it couldn't be helped. "Hai, Nushi-sama."
"Good. Second, I think you
ought to make it up to me by pleasuring me until I tell you to stop."
"Hai, Nushi-sama," Akudou replied, sat up and walked forward on his
knees to his master. Standing on his knees, he deftly unbuttoned his master's
uniform jacket, and slid it down to catch it, fold it, and put it aside. Next
came the shirt, which was as green as his master's eyes. Such a beautiful
colour. The shirt, too, was neatly folded and laid aside on top of the jacket.
His master's torso was milky white and smooth. He was suddenly filled
with an aching desire to worship the vessel that contained his master's soul.
As if he hadn't wanted to before.
He started from the waist,
softly caressing the beauty he beheld, deftly avoiding the few spots where his
master was ticklish. He followed his hands with his mouth, kissing and
licking, nibbling carefully at the pinkish nipples. He reached out and combed
the coppery golden hair between his fingers, delighting in the soft, silken
touch of the curly tendrils, and his master's faint smile. It was with deepest
regret that he sat down to return to the task of undressing his master.
With his mind he diligently formed something like a chair from air,
gently prodding with it at his master's thighs once. His master sat down, and
Akudou began removing his master's boots. They would have to be cleaned and
polished again tonight. His master was quite pedantic when it came to
appearances. At least his own. What would people say if they knew whom it was
that polished his boots every night till they shone brighter than a star? What
would they say if they knew whom it was that hand washed all the uniforms,
with that cherry scented detergent that was so well associated with his
master?
It was a daunting task of keeping his master comfortably
seated while still submissively serving him. Air had never been his element.
Fire he could handle without problem, as well as thunder. Darkness he excelled
in, but air alone? No, it was definitely not his favourite element. And that
was why it was all the more important to use it now, to show his master how
much he cared, show him how determined he was to repent.
He took a
deep breath, and then started to ease his master's pants off, adjusting the
air seat with minute precision to accommodate to the removal. When he'd got as
far as to his master's knees, he was damp with perspiration, and breathing
heavily. He was inwardly grateful that that particular ordeal was over.
"So dedicated," his master murmured in a humoured tone of voice, and
he felt a flare of pride at his master's praise.
He gently slid the
pants off, folded them and put them on the pile of clothes. Then he glanced up
at his master. "If you would please go and lie down on the bed, Nushi-sama,"
he said deferringly, "I would be happy to give you some massage to relieve the
tensions of the day."
"I prefer your own bedding, Akudou. Do you think
you can handle it?"
Akudou paled a little at the thought of holding
his master's body while giving him a thorough massage. It would be straining,
and he wasn't sure whether it was possible, but he didn't want to fail his
master. "I will do my best, Nushi-sama," he said.
His master was
silent for a few moments, considering. "It will do," he said then. "Just
remember to tell me if you find your hold slipping. I would not appreciate
falling to the floor."
Akudou felt the blood drain from his face at
that prospect, and nodded. "Wakarimasu,
Nushi-sama."
"Good."
Akudou reached out with his mind and
fetched the bottle of scented oil from the bath room, breathing hard from
dividing his attention. Then he extended the cushion of semi-hard air so that
it would support his master's length and braced himself for the added strain
when his master lay down.
Once his master lay still and he had got
used to the pressure on his mind, he rose and poured some of the massage oil
into his hands. Rubbing them together to warm the oil to body temperature, he
then proceeded to gently but firmly working those stiff muscles.
He
took his time, knowing his master would tell him to stop when he deemed the
time right. He felt such pride that he was allowed the feel of his master's
body beneath his hands, and there was a certain satisfaction that he so far
had been able to divide his attention between controlling the air and serving
his master. On the other hand, it wasn't quite that hard to just hold it
still. It was the moulding of air that was difficult. He wanted to give his
master a double massage, using the air as well as his hands, but he knew he
wasn't up to that.
"Thank you, Akudou," his master said, and he
blinked and removed his hands. His master rolled over on his back. "You may
continue."
Akudou did, gently working the muscles of his master's
arms, chest and sides. He worked slowly, relishing in the time it took to
reach his master's groin. He'd always been in awe of his master's beautiful
cock, being of perfect length, slim like the rest of him. As always, he felt
an acute need of having it inside him, of being well and thoroughly fucked,
but restrained that feeling. Tonight was definitely not for him. If his master
would take him, it would be to please himself.
He wrapped one hand
around the currently soft and relaxed organ, and the other hand squeezed the
balls oh-so-softly. And then he set out on making his master aroused instead
of relaxed. His master made a low, contented sound, and Akudou smiled
slightly. He bent forward and teasingly licked the cockhead a few times before
taking him to the root. He had no problems at all with that now, since it was
still only half erect, but he planned on changing that. The hand that had
previously worked the cock he slipped down between his master's thighs and
further in between his ass-cheeks. Softly caressing the puckered hole there —
he wouldn't enter, since he knew that it would not be appreciated — he felt
his master's cock hardening in his mouth, forcing him to relax to be able to
take it down his throat. He swirled his tongue around the shaft, tasting the
soft, musky taste and smelling the faint trace of cherry blossoms.
He
tongued his way up, finally only holding the head in his mouth, licking,
giving the faintest scrape of his teeth to tease, and then he plunged back
down, enjoying giving head. While licking down at the base, he swallowed,
eliciting a gasp from his master. Akudou let his hands trail down his master's
legs, caressing and worshipping, as far down as he could reach, and then up
again. Up, beyond his master's crotch and up to his nipples, playing with them
while he continued going down on his master.
"Enough," his master
suddenly said, and Akudou reluctantly withdrew. He didn't allow his
disappointment show, though, as he paused to see whether there were any
further instructions.
"I believe," his master continued, "that we need
relocation." He sat up and swung his slender legs over the edge of the air
cushion.
"Hai, Nushi-sama," Akudou replied.
His master
levitated down to the floor, and Akudou released his hold on the air with a
silent sigh of relief. Then he followed his master to the bed.
Several hours later, Akudou was going on willpower alone, and
had been doing so for quite a while. He desperately wanted to just sleep, but
his master hadn't told him he could, or even that there had been enough
pleasing, so he continued, though every muscle and mental facility ached with
strain.
"Enough, Akudou," his master said softly, and pointed to the
floor.
Akudou slid down onto the floor with relief, slipping into
kneeling position not as easily as would have been preferred.
"You've
pleased me well, Akudou," his master continued. Yet Akudou knew that his
punishment was not through yet. As long as his master called him Akudou, he
was not yet forgiven.
"I know you are eager for forgiveness, but I
think you need something to remind you in public of our relationship."
"Hai, Nushi-sama," Akudou replied with a sinking heart, knowing
exactly what the reminder consisted of. He knew that it would hurt, and that
he wouldn't like it, but he also knew that it would be what was needed, and
that once the reminder was there, he would be proud of it.
"Fetch the
cane, Akudou."
"Hai, Nushi-sama," Akudou replied as he rose, his voice
little more than a whisper. He crossed the room, and reverently opened the
small illusionary locker with a gesture. Then he as reverently took the
magically enhanced cane hanging there with both his hands, and carried it back
to his master, presenting it to him kneeling.
"Stand against the
wall."
"Hai, Nushi-sama." Again, Akudou rose, and this time walked to
the wall, bending forward and pressing his palms against the wall, bracing
himself.
"Count."
"Hai, Nushi-sama." That was something
he didn't like, since it would force him to stay tuned in to the pain, and not
float away on the endorphins.
He didn't have time to think of it
anymore before he heard the half-second long swish that denoted the impending
pain.
"One, Nushi-sama," he gasped when he could breathe again. He had
barely time to catch his breath before fire again hit him, burning a line
barely an inch from the last one.
"Two."
Due to counting, he knew exactly how many stripes of fire the
cane burned across his buttocks and upper thighs. "Ten!" he managed in
something like a mid-gasp, mid-wail. He tried to prepare for another, when he
dimly realized that his master had dropped the cane, and then gentle arms
straightened him up, and embraced him.
"There, there, Kun-kun,"
his master's voice whispered, and that was when he let go, and let his tears
flow freely. He had endured, and finally his master had forgiven him.
"Aishiteru,
Zoi-sama," he hiccuped between his sobs.
"I know, Kun-kun. Let's go to
bed now."
"Hai, Zoi-sama." Gratefully, he followed his master to bed.
He lay, exhausted, in his love's arms. His master caressed his hair gently.
"Sssh. Sleep now, Kun-kun. You've been wonderful tonight. Oyasumi
nasai."
"Hai, Zoi-sama," he said, closed his eyes and instantly
fell asleep.
"There you are, Zoisaito-kun."
Zoisite looked up at
his mentor and smiled. He nodded to Nephrite and Jadeite and rose. "Hai,
Kunzaito-sama?"
Kunzite nodded towards Nephrite and Jadeite as well,
acknowledging their return nods and then turned to Zoisite. His face showed
nothing, but his eyes flickered uneasily for a moment before he opened his
mouth.
"I've been thinking, and... I think you had a point yesterday."
In the corner of his eye he could see how Nephrite and Jadeite shifted in
surprise. "I may have been premature in saying your idea was foolish."
Zoisite's eyes widened. "Kunzaito-sama? Is that an apology?"
Kunzite's jaw tightened undetectably. "It seems that way,
Zoisaito-kun," he then said with a neutral smile, before taking half a step to
the side, gesturing slightly towards the doorway he'd come through. "Now if
you would be so kind as to come with me to the practice area, we might find a
way to put your idea into action." It was not exactly a request.
"Hai,
Kunzaito-sama," Zoisite replied, smiling, and strode out of the room. Kunzite
followed, leaving two quite puzzled kings of Queen Beryl's army behind.
Owari
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