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One-Shot
Mousse grumbled as he walked down the wide, twisting pathway to the traditional Japanese manor. Of all the things Cologne forced him to do at the Nekohanten, making deliveries was Mousse's least favorite. He used to love them, because doing them meant trotting alongside his beautiful Amazon bride-to-be, Shampoo. However, Shampoo had refused to go along the last few times, citing a date with her Airen, Ranma. Mousse fumed over this as he trudged up the walkway to the ornately carved door. Why did he always have to pick up the pieces when Shampoo slacked off? At least this was his last one before his shift ended.
"It's not like I still have feelings for the floozy anymore," he grumbled out loud as he knocked on the door. It creaked open at the force of his knock, and Mousse realized that the door had been left ajar. Peeking his head inside, the young Amazon called out, "Hello? Delivery! Anyone home?"
Waiting for an answer and not getting one, Mousse's curiosity piqued. Someone _had_ to be at home, he surmised. Unless...
Dropping his bundle of ramen and noodles carefully to the floor, Mousse adopted a defensive stance as he shifted to the side of the doorframe. He looked about the surroundings, straining to hear anything, his glasses gleaming in the faint light from the open door. He was just about to inch a weapon from his robes when he felt a hand grab his arm from behind. Dropping to his knees, Mousse rose his other hand to strike at the anonymous assailant, but suddenly found both his arms pinned to his sides as the attacker bear-hugged him. A cloth was pressed, surprisingly gently, to his face, and darkness swirled about the Amazon.
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Mousse rose out of unconsciousness to find his limbs tied down by some sturdy, yet soft, fabric. He lifted his head and blinked at the dim grey world around him and, judging by the fuzziness of everything, realized his glasses were gone. He was splayed, naked, on a western-style bed. Panic began to creep up his body, and he gave into it, thrashing around, trying to break the binds. They held fast, however, and all Mousse's struggling accomplished was his hair being flung across his face, obscuring his vision even more.
An unseen hand reached out and caressed Mousse's bare left foot. The Amazon whimpered in fear, trying to twist his body upward. The fingers traced up the arch to his toes, passing over them and lightly touching the top of his foot. They walked their way up his calf, and Mousse gave a shriek. It was then the slight boy found out he was also gagged as well as bound. Electricity raced up his spine, and Mousse's eyes widened at the sensation. The invisible hand snaked up to his thigh, and Mousse whimpered again, the touch eliciting a reaction from his groin. A second hand made it's way up Mousse's other leg, to join it's mate in softly stroking the Amazon's smooth, toned sides and abdomen, deliberately skipping over Mousse's rapidly hardening erection. Mousse willed his blood to stop rushing to that one spot, willed his attacker not to realize how turned on he was.
Mousse jerked when he felt a mouth join the fray, alternately kissing and biting up the center of his stomach, past his navel and up to his chest. When the lips clamped over his right nipple, Mousse let out a sharp intake of breath. Aftershave wafted up to his nose, and Mousse realized his assailant was male. This turned the young hidden-weapons master on even more, and his cock throbbed with arousal.
A distinctly male body pressed itself to Mousse's length, shoving a knee between the slight boy's legs and forcing them more apart than the binds already made them. Mousse felt fingers brushing his hair away from his face, and blinked fuzzily up at the face above him. He still couldn't see the man all too well, but he didn't really want to either. He didn't want to put a recognizable face to this exquisite torture. Lips descended onto his face, placing light, feathery kisses all over. Hands roamed his body possessively, one finally claiming the throbbing hardness between the Amazon's legs. Moaning through the gag, Mousse bucked against the touch as fingers wrapped around his shaft and began pumping. Hating and loving the feeling at the same time, Mousse warred with himself. He was on fire; the need was all-consuming. He felt his cheeks redden, and the heat slid all the way down his body, igniting him. Finally, lust overcame fear, and he spilled into the unknown man's hand, crying out around the gag. The man's mouth clamped over the head as Mousse continued to ejaculate, causing the nearly-blind boy to cry out again.
As he was riding the waves of orgasm, Mousse vaguely felt the man crouch between his legs, forcing them ever wider. A faint, buzzing warning bell was going off in the back of the Amazon's head at this turn of events, but his ecstasy dampened the signal. The rustling sound of clothes being taken off brought the martial artist back to reality, and he tried to protest through his gag. His words came out muffled, indistinct. Mousse began thrashing again, but felt a body pressing against him, stopping his movements abruptly. The man reached over him to some unknown place, and then retracted. Mousse lay still, eyes wide, nostrils flaring in panic. He felt something long, thin, and slick enter his depths, and realized it was one of the attacker's fingers. A second finger entered, widening the hole, and Mousse moaned involuntarily. He felt the fingers leave him and nearly cried at the absence of such pleasure. He felt the man take position, scooting the Amazon further down the bed until his arms were well above his head, wrists tight against the soft binds.
The unknown assailant lifted the boy's hips up to his own, and drove his erection into Mousse. The hidden-weapons master screamed in pain, then in ecstasy as the man pounded mercilessly into him. He moaned, screamed, writhed, and panted through the gag with the exertion of pumping every ounce of pleasure from the hard, throbbing meat inside of him. Fingers found their way into his mouth, ripping out the gag, and he bit and sucked on them fervently, completely lost in his emotions. Mousse felt a pressure building inside of him, from his groin upward, until it exploded in the back of his head. He let out an inhuman cry as he came again, warmth rushing through his body, tingling rushing warmth.
The body above him collapsed, heaving, onto his chest. Mousse's head was cradled in the young man's hands, and a loving kiss was placed on his forehead.
"Happy Anniversary, darling." Kuno smiled at his young lover as he untied Mousse's binds.
Mousse sighed happily, snuggling into the older boy's embrace and stroking Kuno's chest. "I thought you'd forgotten."
"I'd never forget, Mousse, my love. Was it how you always pictured it?"
Mousse nodded, then giggled. "You weren't exactly as rough as I'd have liked it."
Kuno made an indignant face. "I think I was plenty rough. Besides, you cannot ask me to seriously harm this beautiful body." He reinforced that last thought with a caress that sent shivers through the Amazon.
"Where did you get the stuff that knocked me out?"
Kuno chuckled. "Where else? My darling sister, of course."
Mousse leaned up and kissed his lover lightly, tongue flicking gently into Kuno's mouth. "I love you, Tatchi."
Kuno gazed down at his young Amazon warrior, so beautiful in his nudity, face open and trusting. "I love you, too. My Mousse."
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Owari
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