Chimamire Namida

Chimamire Namida Ch. 5 - "Rakka Tenshi"
By Shawna

"Do Ayumi and Jou like each other?"
Seto froze, his hand hovering over the dish he had just finished eating his breakfast from. He raised his head, regarded his younger brother curiously.
"Why do you ask, Mokuba?"
Mokuba shrugged, shoveling more food into his mouth as if to avoid replying. Undeterred, Seto waited patiently for Mokuba to chew and swallow before he spoke again.
"Mokuba, I want to know why you asked me that."
Mokuba feigned innocence. "I saw them on the couch, you know, kissing."
"Really," Seto said blankly.
"Yeah," Mokuba said, but even as he was trying to play it nonchalant, he knew that a guilty look had suffused his face. He stuffed more food into his mouth. Again, Seto waited.
"What else did you see them doing?"
"Nothing," Mokuba said quickly, far too quickly he realized a second too late. He took a deep breath and then another large bite.
"Mokuba, stop doing that. Just answer me. You brought this up. Is something bothering you? What did you see?" Seto was now leaning a bit forward, intently, in his chair.
Again, Mokuba put on a look of pure innocent ignorance. "I'm not really sure," he said slowly, cursing himself for saying anything to Seto. He should have just talked to Ayumi about it; Ayumi would have told him what was going on between her and Jou. He had been embarrassed, that was the pure and simple fact. He did not want to tell Ayumi that he had been watching her and Jou like some kind of voyeur.
"Well, I went for a glass of water and saw them on the couch," Mokuba said, finding himself unable to lie to his brother's penetrating blue gaze. "And, well, Ayumi's skirt was up and Jou had..." The rest of the sentence came out as an abashed mumble. "His face between her legs."
Seto leaned back in his chair slowly, resting his chin on his fist, a contemplative look on his face. Mokuba did not like the look: it was cold and calculating, showing a mind that was racing through ideas, and he was sure none of them were very pleasant. But of course, he did not know for sure.
A few silent minutes passed, in which Mokuba finished eating and took his dishes to the sink. Seto had not moved since he had sat back, his eyes still distant and thoughtful. Mokuba jerked him from his reverie by speaking loudly.
"I have to get to school, and so do you."
Seto looked up. "Right," he said, rising easily and getting his coat, as if Mokuba had not said anything out of the ordinary that morning. Seto was his usual pleasant self to Mokuba for the remainder of their time together, but Mokuba was still nervous about what Seto had had on his mind during those moments of silence.
"Jou."
Jounouchi hunched his shoulders a bit. He recognized that tone of voice. He was sitting alone with Seto at school, during lunch break, concealed by a building on one side and a stand of bushes on the other.
"Yeah Seto?" He asked innocently.
Seto's blue eyes were hard, his voice cutting. "What have you been doing to Ayum

Jou threw up his hands defensively. "Hey, I haven't done anything to her. What brought this on?"
"Unfortunately for your claim, Mokuba witnessed your little oral escapade on my couch the other night. Don't screw around with that girl, and I mean that literally and figuratively."
A pout came to Jou's lips and he collapsed into Seto's arms. "Why?" He asked petulantly. "Why can't I have a little fun with her?"
"Because I don't want you to hurt her," Seto said, causing Jou to regard him quizzically.
"Why the concern?" Jou asked, putting a hand on each side of Seto's face. "Why care about her at all?"
"I just don't want you fucking up her life, okay? The last thing either of us need is for you to knock up a babysitter at my house."
Jou laughed and pressed his lips to Seto's quickly, briefly. "Knock up! I'm more responsible than that, Seto." Before Seto could say anything, Jou kissed him agaipenipening his mouth for Seto's tongue. It did not come, and Jou pulled back, disappointed.
"Why don't you let me do her just once? Once?"
Seto shook his head, but more out of frustration than from a negative response. "I'll think about it. But how willing is she? Do you really think she's going to just lie down and spread her legs for you?"
"She did it once already."
"Then how come you didn't fuck her that time?"
"You hadn't given me permission, Kacho," Jou said, lapsing back into the game. "I didn't want to do anything that might have made you mad."
Seto sighed. "She told you no, didn't she?"
Jou snuggled closer to Seto. "Oh, Kacho, you see right through me," he said dreamily.
Seto shook his head again. "We'll see, okay?"
Jou smiled. "Don't act like you wouldn't want a piece of that yourself, Seto. I know you would. She's really cute and so pure. I know you see her as the same thing I do: something just begging to be taken and tainted."
Something flashed through Seto, something hot like anger but not so unpleasant. "Well, then why do you think I should let you have her? What if I decide to take her for myself?"
"Why don't we share her?" Jou said brightly, as if this struck him as a terrific idea. "One night, three of us. That would be fun."
Seto said nothing.
Two days later, Ayumi found herself cuddling on Seto's couch with the Jou. It was after 10 o'clock, and Mokuba had already gone to bed.
"So, what brought you and Seto together?" She asked softly. "It seems so... unlike either of you."
"Mutual attraction, and a common fetish," Jou said simply, as if this was everything she needed to know.
"That doesn't tell me anything, Jou," she said, grinning up at him. "What common fetish? That whole collar thing?"
Jou returned her smile. "Yeah, 'that collar thing.' I call Seto Kacho when we play."
"When you play?"
"When we fuck."
Ayumi blinked. "Oh," she said.
Jou laughed and kissed her, delving his tongue briefly into her mouth before he drew back. "I love you so much, Ayumi. You're so fun to be around."
Warmth spread through Ayumi's chest. Jou had just uttered those three little words, the magic words she craved, had always wanted to hear from someone, from anyone, though a boy like Jou was preferable. I love you. He just told me he loved me. True, he had said it in a very easy, noncommittal way, but he had still said it. That had to count for something.
"But yeah, so Seto and I have our common fetish. Bondage, I guess, sadomasochism. We have codes though, that stop everything in case someone is in real pain. Our word is 'owaru,' and if for some reason we can't say that, then we snap our fingers." Jou snapped, as if to demonstrate what snapping one's fingers was. "Either way, that halts everything. Usually I just tell Seto what made me say it, and then we continue. I haven't used either of the codes in a long time, though."
Ayumi had listened to this monologue with a cocked eyebrow and an open mind. Whatever Jou was in to, she suddenly found the need to be in to herself. Her cosmos was spinning, the stars and planets were realigning, and they were all centering around Jou.
"Really," she said quickly, nonchalantly, trying to sound interested. At the same time that her universe was settling into its new pattern, she was analyzing those two words: bondage and sadomasochism. She found that she did not have a clear definition of either in her head, and she wondered what exactly it was that Jou and Seto spent their time doing.
It took Jou's lips on hers to bring her out of her thoughts, to even realize that he was significantly closer to her now than he had been before. Her eyes went briefly wide, and then she relaxed, telling herself that this was what people did when they were in love, this was what she really wanted.
Jou took her hand and rose, bringing her with him off the couch, leading her towards the stairs. She went with him willingly, wondering where they were going but not resisting at all. They reached the door she knew led to Seto's room and Jou pushed it open, took her inside. The room was beautiful. There was a large window that led onto a balcony with wrought-iron railing; thick, silky looking curtains were drawn back from this window. The bed was enormous, a four poster with a sheer canopy over it. The carpet was plush under her feet, and the room was done in a theme of blue tones.
She barely had time to admire the scenery before they reached teh bed, and Jou pushed her down onto it, coming down atop her hard, his hands immediately going for the buttons on her shirt and undoing them quickly. Her eyes were fixed on the pale blue canopy above her, and she breathed deeply when Jou finished with the buttons and spread her shirt open, tracing one of his hands along the edge of her bra cup.
"White and lacy bra," he said, amused. "Very virginal. How fitting."
Ayumi smiled, but still protested. "Don't tease me."
"Sorry," he said quickly, shrugging off her concerns and pushing his lips back to hers. She opened her mouth immediately, willingly and wrapped her legs around Jou's, drawing him even closer against her.
"I knew I couldn't trust you two alone."
Both of them jumped at the sound of this voice, and turned their heads toward a darkened corner of the room. Seated with his arms crossed over his chest, watching them with his glistening blue eyes, was Seto. Ayumi's heart missed about three beats, and then began pumping erratically.
"K-Kacho!" Jou exclaimed, surprised. "What are you doing back already?"
"This is my house," Seto said angrily, rising. "I can come and go as I please."
He strode quickly toward the bed, and Ayumi clenched her eyes shut, afraid. Jou gasped in pain and she opened her eyes to see that Seto had grabbed him by the hair and was pulling it back hard. Jou went with the pull and toppled off the bed to Seto's feet.
"Don't move," Seto said to Jou before moving back to the corner he had emerged from and dragging his chair back beside the bed with him. "Sit," he commanded Jou, who rose weakly from the ground and slumped into the chair. As soon as he was down, Seto took off his belt and fastened one of Jou's wrists to the chair's armrest. Using a length of chain that he inexplicably happened to have on him, Seto fastened Jou's other wrist and each of his ankles to the chair's limbs. Running his hands up Jou's legs, Seto leveled his face with the other boy's, and kissed him quickly, almost tauntingly.
"Don't make a sound," Seto breathed. "You have to watch everything."
Jou moaned lightly but said nothing as Seto rose, moved toward the bed. Ayumi had, by now, regained her senses, shattered the thoughts that her world had become a different place, returned to how she was before. She was about to bolt upright, to run, to get as far away from all of this as she could, but before she had a chance to do any of that, Seto had come over to bed and grabbed her wrists, pressing her hands against his chest.
"This time I'll punish you," he whispered to her. "You'll call me Kacho before this night is done."
Her eyes widened, she opened her mouth to speak, but Seto pitched her down to the bed so hard that she was momentarily stunned and unable to fight back as he pulled her wrists up, around one of the bars on the headboard, and tied them together around it with a length of silk. Her wrists twisted instinctively inside this new bond; it was soft but unbreakably strong.
Owaru, owaru.
The word hung on the tip of her tongue, but she found that for some reason she was unable to open her mouth and say it. "No, let me go," was what did come out when she finally spoke.
Seto ran a finger lightly down her spine, starting at the base of her neck, until he reached her bra. He unhooked the two clasps and laid the straps to the side. Ayumi cried out again, struggling a bit.
"Seto," she said desperately. "What are you going to do? Untie me, please."
"Keep begging," Seto said, his voice full of lust. "I love hearing it."
She could not keep herself from doing as he had requested, and she begged all the harder when he went to the closet in the room and drew forth from the very back of it a short, smooth whip. Again, her wrists twisted against the bind around them, her back arched. She watched Seto walking back, dimly hearing Jou moaning softly and breathing heavily. Seto ran his tongue along the length of the whip.
"You know what it tastes like?" He asked her. "Bloody tears."
"Kaiba," she said, trying to keep her voice level. "Please don't do this."
The whip came down hard, cracking on her back, making her scream as fire burned through her whole body. For a moment, she went tense ove over and then collapsed back onto the bed, panting, tears springing to her eyes as her back throbbed, an angry red welt already beginning to rise on her pale skin. At the same time as the pain was horrendous, another part of her told her that it felt good, that the pain was delicious - that was the word - delicious. She wanted more of it.
"Call me Kacho," Seto said easily. "Or you'll earn yourself more lashings than you're already going to get."
"No!" She had time to say this before the whip came down again and all words slurred together into a cry of pain. A few seconds passed before the whip came down a third time, eliciting the same response yet again from Ayumi.
Seto was laughing. "Please, don't stop screaming. I love listening to your pain."
The whip came down two more times, causing more screams, and then Ayumi heard it fall to the floor, and felt Seto leaning over her, his breath on the back of her neck.
"You liked that," he breathed. One of his hands slid up under her skirt, pressed between her legs. She moaned and writhed at the touch, and motion caused the lines across her back to hurt again.
"You're so wet," Seto said huskily. "You're ready for me right now."
He worked his fingers against her for a moment, bringing more gasps from her. When he pulled his hand away, Ayumi could not keep in a moan of disappointment, and this immediately embarrassed her. Seto's hands slid up her arms, undid the silk cord and took her wrists away from the headboard. Before she could make use of this moment of freedom, though, he had retied her wrists, now free of the bar, and flipped her over onto her back. He removed her unclasped bra with one fluid motion, and she instantly tried to bend her arms to cover herself, only to have him pin her wrists down on her stomach.
"You're loving this," Seto said, leaning down and running his tongue along her collarbone, and then down to her breasts. She moaned a bit, panting, biting her lip as Seto's tongue caressed her. He did not stay long, though, and at first she was disappointed. His tongue slid lower on her body, lower, he pushed her skirt and panties down and off her ankles, and then he was doing what Jou had done to her only a few days before, but it somehow felt even better and her eyes opened wide, everything in her field of vision pulsing with the pleasure that ebbed through her whole body. Her fingernails dug into her own skin; her wrists were still tied and her hands rested on her stomach. This hurt, but the sensation only added to her overall experience, and shntinntinued to moan and pant, thrashing her head from side to side.
It took even less time for Seto to bring her to a climax than it had for Jou. Her back arched, shudders wracked her body as they always did and she cried out, not even aware that she had just screamed Seto's name.
"That was quick," Seto said, wiping his chin as he raised his head. "You were already so aroused by what I've been doing."
Shame burned up Ayumi's cheeks at this. It was true, was it not? She had gone wet during the whipping.
Before she had too much time to contemplate this, Seto pulled her off the bed, bringing her to her knees before Jou, still, of course, seated in the chair he had been chained too. Deftly, Seto undid Jou's belt, unzipped his pants and brought them down.
"Watching you turned Jou on, too," he said. "Pleasure and pain must be shared, Ayumi. Scratch Jou."
"Sc-scratch him?" She asked hesitantly, unsure of what exactly Seto was expecting of her.
Her questionning earned her a hard slap on the backside and she ed aed a bit in surprise and pain.
"Scratch him," Seto repeated. "Anywhere you like."
Pleasure and pain must be shared. Ayumi repeated this to herself, and felt something deep inside her stir and grow. Seto had caused her pain, she had enjoyed it. It must be shared. She reached out her hands, still bound at the wrist, and pushed up Jou's shirt, up as far as his neck. She dug her fingernails into his chest and then raked them down, leaving faintly bloody lines in her wake. Jou gasped, crying out a bit in pain, and Ayumi exalted in the sudden power she had over him. She scratched him again, and then again, liking the blood that began to build up under her fingernails, enjoying Jou's gasps of pleasure and pain. She did not know how long she would have gone on scratching Jou, but Seto grabbed her arms and stopped her after her fourth scratch.
"Good girl," Seto said. "Share your pain. And now share your pleasure. Lick the scratches."
Ayumi was surprised at the alacrity with which she obeyed, pressing her tongue to Jou's chest and gathering the small amount of blood on the tip of her tongue. Jou's hands were tightened into fists, he alternately moaned, gasped, panted, and pleaded as she lapped away the blood. She was not finished, in her opinion anyway, when Seto put his hand on the back of her head and slowly but firmly pushed it downward.
This snapped Ayumi partially back into her senses, enough for her to resist Seto's push and whisper "No."
"Do it," Seto said firmly, his other hand gripping her chin and pulling down, opening her mouth as he continued to push her. Her hands were still bound, Seto was so much stronger than her. Ayumi suddenly had no choice, so she squeezed her eyes closed and did as Seto was commanding.
She heard Jou moan, and that sense of power returned. She may be in the submissive posture here, but she was really in control.
Seto grinned, seeing the tenacity with which Ayumi was going about her task now. His fingers stroked her chin, encouraging her on.
Ayumi was reveling in her power, in the idea that she could give Jou pleasure like this, when Jou abruptly went tense all over, and Seto's hand tightened in her hair and pulled her backward just as Jou came. Ayumi turned her face away, but some of it still got on her cheek and suddenly a spear seemed to go through her heart.
What am I doing? Why am I doing this? This isn’t who I am, I’m not this kind of girl… What have I gottenelf elf into?…
Jou was taking long, deep breaths, and Seto cradled Ayumi against his chest, wiping her cheek clean with his sleeve.
“So pretty,” he whispered, gazing down at her. “You…” He was leaning in a bit, it seemed he was going to kiss her, but shame and guilt were suddenly flowing through her veins, and tears were welling in her eyes.
“Owaru,” she whispered against Seto’s lips, and to her surprise, he smiled, his hands going to the silk scarf and undoing it quickly.
"All right," he said. "But why don't you stay? Get dressed if you want to, but stay. I'm asking you."
She nodded weakly and Seto rose, untying Jou's bonds. The angry look returned to his face, and it was as if he were another person. His eyes brightened, he became somehow more vivacious as he dragged Jou over to the bed and bound his wrists to the headboard, as he had done to Ayumi earlier. She watched dully at first, and then with increasing interest as Seto tore down Jou's pants, and Jou began to plead with him not to do it. His pleas echoed through her mind.
"No, Kacho, no! It hurts, please don't, oh, Kacho..."
And then Seto entered him and Jou screamed so loud Ayumi thought the neighbors down the street would hear, and she was briefly embarrassed, but then she was watching. Seto was pumping into Jou, Jou was screaming, a sound that could have been ecstasy or agony, she could not even tell. Both of them were sweating, for some reason she noticed that. She kept wanting to turn away but kept not doing it. She ended up watching it until the very end, until they both collapsed on the bed, and Jou turned his head over his shoulder and kissed Seto deeply. Something like jealousy flared through her, but she was tired now, emotionally and physically exhausted, and she was beginning to feel sick with guilt, so the other emotion passed quickly. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, suddenly not wanting to acknowledge any of this, wishing she had never done it. But of course, she had. It could not be erased.
In the bathroom down the hall, Mokuba was vomiting violently and wondering where Ayumi was. He needed her to comfort him, to hold back his hair. He did not know what had made him sick. He missed Ayumi.

**To Be Continued**