Kuno Tatewaki rested atop the wall, knee pulled up towards his chest as his bangs flew lightly across his eyes. Behind him, somewhere, he could hear the sound of some new student daring to jeer at him for his love of the pig-tailed goddess and the Huntress Akane. Ah, let them pontificate, for he was feeling quite magnanimous today. It was an incredibly beautiful day, clouds drifting across the sky in patterns that looked much like Akane's beautiful face, the pig-tailed goddess's bust, Ranma-kun's broad shoulders..
HEY, WAIT A MINUTE!!!!!!!
Kuno shook his head valiantly, one hand pressed against his forehead. Yes, he *must* be coming down with something -- it was the only explanation. That or Kodachi had been at it with the poisonous spices again...maybe it was something in that western style breakfast food of hers this morning. Yes, Sister-dear had undoubtedly been experimenting upon him once again. His face mewed into a look of distaste before returning to his usual handsome arrogance.
After all, there were none so premier as Kuno Tatewaki.
Mendo Shutaro looked longingly through the chaos that was Tomobiki High's 2-4 classroom towards the girl with the eyes that were pools for him to fall into, her green hair tumbling over her shoulders in a profusion of silk-like strands. Moroboshi just had no idea what was good for him.
Mendo sighed and pulled his katana from its sheath, the hard steel glistening in the light, lusting for the opportunity to caress Ataru's throat and spread its kiss wide against him. Excitement weltered in Mendo's veins and he yearned salaciously for just such an opportunity.
Too bad that the bell rang before he got it. He could have saved half the world's population the embarrassment of having the little lecher attached to their chests.[1]
Kuno wandered along the streets, hands stuffed into his pockets. Amazingly enough, he had gone home and changed into jeans and a white t-shirt -- very anti-Kuno, quite frankly unimaginable to any and all who knew him (and probably wished that they didn't, in Ranma's case). His long legs were shown to advantage and his chest seemed to stretch the boundaries of all good taste in its sheerly amazing musculature. A real katana was strapped across his back in a sheath as if he were actually going to be *using* it (not a bad approximation, truthfully, for Kuno had a terribly bad habit of using the nearest sword shaped thing when anger came upon him.). Hopefully, no one would be throwing any watermelons at Tachi this afternoon.
He reached the edge of the large forest and narrowed his eyes contemplatively. Yeeesss, today he would *vanquish* his junior high nemesis and old fighting partner. Today was *his* day.
Mendo slid the pants of his polyester leisure suit down from his lithe hips and grabbed a pair of black jeans and an ebony t-shirt emblazoned "sexual deviant", pulling them on with quick, precise motions. He contemplated underwear but decided not to bother -- he never had needed them for these practice sessions, he didn't think that he would need them today. A firm smirk was affixed upon his face as he raised his sheathed sword and buckled it across his hips carefully, feeling the pommel of his katana bump lightly against the line of his waist. Contemplating carefully, he reached into a drawer and brought out a pair of handcuffs, slipping one of the cuffs into his pocket so that the other dangled loose behind him.
He stepped out the back door, glancing up at the sky filled with fluffy white clouds. Ahhh, another glorious day in which to defeat Kuno-chan. What a lovely thought. His mind flitted back over previous defeats. Mendo seldom lost against Kuno, although they were both on the same level. Mendo thought that it was most likely because he actually used his katana in practice whereas Tachi-chan used that ridiculous wooden stick. All the same, it gave Mendo the advantage and he was sure to use it at every turn. So what if Tachi got nicked up a little some days? Mendo knew his secret -- that Tachi *LIKED* it.
With an evil grin, Mendo slid the tiny latch that held his katana in the sheath and slid it out, a dark sound that sent thrills down his spine. Ahhh, yes, today was yet another day in which to utterly defeat poor Tachi. That boy should just give up.
Kuno watched carefully as Mendo stepped into the secluded glade in the middle of the forest. The limb upon which he was standing was quite sturdy, sturdy enough to hold all of his weight as well as that of Ranma-ku... gggggrrrrrrrrfff... THE PIG-TAILED GODDESS!... and he felt secure in his hiding place. Mendo looked a bit lost at being unable to find Kuno waiting there for him (because of Tachi's terrible habit of spouting off before a fight) but that wasn't anything that Kuno didn't feel that he could solve.
"DEATH TO YOU, DOG-MAN!" he cried violently, swooping down from the limb like some kind of avenging angel to do Mendo unto death, both hands wrapped firmly around the hilt of his blade.
Mendo swung around, the hardened steel coming up automatically to parry Kuno's thrust. His own katana began to flicker rapidly, light, lithesome movements, more controlled than those he made towards Ataru, showing an infinite amount of skill and talent as he flickered through Kuno's tight defense and lightly scratched his cheek, just enough for a tiny droplet of salty blood to trickle down Kuno's cheek. "Ready to give in to defeat yet, Tachi-chan?" Mendo taunted softly, raising his arm to parry a direct blow.
Kuno's anger over missing first blood began to surge through his veins, making him restless. Some would say that his longer reach left Mendo at a slight disadvantage but his lack of control gave Mendo all the opportunity that he needed. As Kuno thrust towards Mendo, hands flying, Mendo coolly disarmed him and, with the simplest of movements, had his own sword at Kuno's throat.
"So, Tachi," Mendo said softly. "You lose again. Sometimes, I think that you want to, hmm?"
"Stop thy impertinent ramblings," Kuno hissed. "Get on with it."
"No, Tachi-chan," Mendo whispered indolently. "*YOU* get on with it.. or perhaps I should say off?" A dark eyebrow raised pensively as he eyed Kuno's firm body through the thin layer of cotton, the hardening of flesh outlined by the denim of his jeans.
Kuno growled in the back of his throat and reached down, unbuttoning his jeans with a swift motion of his hands. The t-shirt came first, pulled over his head and mussing the mop of hair so that it fell into his beautiful blue-gray eyes. He tossed it to the ground and then angrily shoved at the jeans so that they descended from his hips and down those long legs, silk boxers pooling inside of them. Mendo shook his head and almost, *almost*, smiled. Ahh, Tachi did have such a way of dressing.....
Instead, Mendo shifted the sword and slammed Kuno in the shoulder with his hand, pushing him back against one of the large trees that surrounded the tiny glade. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out the handcuffs and tossed them to Kuno. "Put them on."
Kuno shook his head defiantly. "I shall *not* be a party to thy perversions, Mendo Shutaro!" he hissed angrily.
Mendo still remained cool, although just barely. Mendo's temper was usually on a par with Kuno's but for these particular encounters he took a firm grasp on himself and reined in that anger. This wasn't exactly a game to be played with no consequences, instead it was an act of precision and (in more ways than one).... care.
"If you don't do it, Tachi, I will. You don't want *me* to have to do it, do you?"
Kuno shook his head wordlessly. Mendo glanced downwards and smiled to see proof of Kuno's enjoyment of the little "scene" that he had arranged for this afternoon. It was always thus -- Mendo, sword in hand, threatening Tachi and getting exactly what he wanted from him.
Kuno slipped the cuffs on, his hands trembling as he did so, cuffing them in front of him, almost unable to use his dexterous fingers to close the second one for their trembling. He breathed in deeply then tossed his head back, bangs flying as he looked down at Mendo from his greater height.
"Do thy worst, villain," he hissed softly, looking quite serious.
Wordlessly, Mendo slammed him back against the tree, noting with satisfaction the way that his back scraped against the bark. Before Kuno could do more than wince, Mendo's hands were turning him so that he faced the tree and with smooth precision he slammed a thick nail into the chain and bent it, effectively nailing Kuno to the spot.
THIS...was a new twist to an old game. As much as Tachi tugged and moved, he couldn't seem to get away from the nail or the tree. He could feel his belly scraping the bark, winced as his tender erection scratched against the bark, his hands balling into fists as Mendo came into his peripheral vision. "Well, well, what have we here? Naked boy against a tree... You're such a pervert, Tachi-chan..." Mendo's voice was light, mocking Kuno as he reached behind him and pulled out a small black leather bookbag. His motions made Kuno pull harder, again to no avail. Sweat was gathering on Tachi's brow, his fingers trembling more now as Mendo carefully laid out several different items of note.
The first things Mendo rose carrying were two wooden clothespins. Kuno swallowed heavily, feeling his bruised wrists try to tug loose once again. Mendo's fingers caressed across his chest, touching the tiny kernels of his nipples and then catching the sensitive little things in the tight hold of the pins. Kuno could do no more than whimper as his eyes filled and Mendo twisted one of them so that the flesh almost seemed to *stretch* away from his chest. Tears began to stream as he gasped sharply, pressing more tightly against the bark, not caring about the roughness of it.
Mendo turned Kuno's face towards him and slapped him sharply. "Stop that, Tachi-chan. You know you aren't allowed even that much pleasure." He sighed with seeming regret. "Now you've done it," he whispered softly. Kneeling down, he rose with a band of leather and carefully reached up with one hand and held Kuno's testicles up to slip the band beneath them. He wrapped slowly, carefully, *tightly* until he tied it with an almost girlish bow above his shaft, pressed almost into his pubic hair.
Kuno was shuddering violently, now, sobs shaking his chest as he stood almost willingly and allowed Mendo to do as he pleased. Kuno's thoughts had become mush, more so now than ever. He couldn't think, couldn't get a grasp on things and his body was betraying him utterly, betraying Akane and Ranm....the pig-tailed goddess utterly and his emotions were shattering into thousands or shards as pain wrapped him up and cradled him close, good and exotic and so many other things.
Mendo leaned up on his toes and gently flickered his tongue across the almost dry scratch and trail of blood on Tachi's face, kissing it "better" with a soft flicker of his tongue as he unbuckled the belt that held the sheath of his sword and slipped it off. Carefully, he leaned up and whispered into Kuno's ear, "You know what comes next, don't you?"
Kuno nodded wordlessly, arching his back as if he were begging for it, his entire body becoming suffused with a rosy glow that sent thrills through Mendo as he stepped back and looked at Kuno carefully. He saw the scar where he had hit Tachi too hard several years ago, before he had learned control, and winced. Hurting Tachi was never his intent -- only pleasing him and making his veins hum with this peculiar mixture.
Tatewaki shuddered violently, waiting, his body tense in expectation of the blow that he expected. When it didn't come, he relaxed -- a mistake, for the moment that he did, the leather strap slashed down across the small of his back, making him howl with pain. It came again in a quick flurry, wrapping around his sides and his belly to tease at his skin, welting him with fury and he cried out again and again. Mendo stopped just long enough to pick up Kuno's boxers and shove them into his mouth to still his cries before he began once again, methodically. After carefully teasing Kuno's back, Mendo moved to his shoulders, the belt slashing across the fine muscles in his upper arms and across the shoulder blades. He could see the muscles rippling beneath the skin, hear the muffled whimpering and soft cries as Tachi banged his head ever so lightly against the tree, sobbing fitfully. Mendo smiled... Tachi did take it so well.
Eyeing the sobbing Kuno, he took aim and carefully slammed the strap against him so that it made a solid line from his left hip, across his buttocks and down to his right thigh. This established a new pattern and soon Kuno's hips were rocking with the blows, shoulders jerking violently. Mendo eyed his entire backside critically. Yes, he was about the shade of red that Mendo so loved to see on him...
Smiling, he moved forward, pulling off his t-shirt and unzipping his jeans, opening them carefully as he pulled out his erection, feeling the throb deep in his veins. With care, he pressed himself against the heat of Tachi's skin, hands tenderly rubbing across the bruises and welts with care as he reached around and tugged the silk from his mouth, fingers working to release the knot in the leather strip holding him so tightly, almost to the point of making him flaccid. Kuno's organ sprang to Mendo's touch as he finally released it and the gasp was as much from pain as from relief as the blood flowed more strongly than he could momentarily bear.
Kuno could feel Mendo's erection behind him and so he moaned, dropping his head back in a gesture of openness, of complete enslavement, hands going loose from their balled up fists as he pressed them against the rough bark, his face pressed against it as well.
Mendo reached around and caressed the numb little nubbins of Kuno's nipples, making him shiver before he pulled the pins away without opening them, softly shushing the cry of pain that bit its way from between Tachi's teeth.
Heat was spreading through Tatewaki, continuous, rising heat, inside of him, in his veins, and he felt Mendo lean up and carefully begin to spread hot kisses and bites across the nape of his neck, making him gasp even more loudly. The feel of Mendo's erection was heavy and probing and Tachi felt a sudden fear as it parted his cheeks and came closer, a quick pain as he thrust deep and sudden with no lubrication.
Kuno's cries filled the small glade, tears again streaming down his flushed, handsome face. Mendo's hands were everywhere, soothing him, touching him, making him moan with the immensity of the pleasure that was flowing through him, the pain of tugging withdrawal and forceful re-entry. Kuno could feel his cock brushing against Mendo's fingers, the bark of the tree, biting and hot and so hard to define as he cried out, begging, no, pleading for release. Mendo's whispered denials made him sob even more loudly than before and then he felt it: the hot seed flooding inside of him, jetting out of Mendo and deep into his own body.
Mendo remained quiescent for a short time, still holding the vibrant erection that Kuno was sporting. It wasn't long before he felt the violent tug at the handcuffs again, the frustrated sounds of his pet trying to rub against the tree, ANYTHING, to get some release. He withdrew swiftly, leaving Kuno shuddering and empty as he reached down into the bookbag and withdrew a hammer, using the clawed end to tug the large nail loose. Wordlessly, he placed the hammer down again and withdrew a soft cotton sheet, spreading it over the clover and shoving Tachi down.
Kuno's nerves thrummed on the edge of ecstasy, his body aching, screaming for release as Mendo began by pressing his lips gently to Tachi's, delving between those soft lips before he moved down to kiss his jaw and then his nipples, rapidly, in a hurry as he dipped his tongue into Tachi's navel before he wandered down lower. Mendo eyed the organ curiously for a moment before taking it into his mouth, suckling it tightly, hand jerking upwards and keeping rhythm with the soft hot strokes that he made. He could feel Tachi tremble violently beneath him, feel Tachi's cuffed hands wrapping in the strands of his hair, and then it was there -- salty liquid filling his mouth and spewing down his throat as Tachi arched and moaned loudly, his entire body taut as a drawn bow.
It was quiet in the glade as Mendo pulled himself up tiredly to rest against Tachi's chest, feeling Tachi's arms wrap slowly around him, almost unwillingly. He yawned tiredly and gave a little smile -- Tachi was so funny about sexuality, not understanding that enjoying men was as simple as enjoying women. Still, they had been having these "contests" since junior high and they had become steadily more meaningful, more skillfully controlled. It wasn't a bad idea to brush up on your swordwork....either kind.
Dusk came soon, and Mendo began to feel threads of fear creeping up inside of him. He rose silently, glancing down at the completely relaxed Kuno, and drew his t-shirt back over his head, tucking it in with precision. He gathered up Kuno's clothes and his own things, packing the bookbag and folding Tachi's clothes beside him before he woke him with a gentle nudge against his shoulder.
Kuno murmured softly, "Rannmmma..." before coming truly awake, beautiful lashes fluttering against his cheeks before he saw that it was Mendo. Self-consciously, he raised himself to press his mouth against Mendo's, leaning back again on his elbows. Mendo slipped his sheathed sword back onto it's belt and buckled it carefully, slinging the bookbag over his shoulders, as well. With a wistful smile, he turned and strode until he was almost out of the glade before turning and saying softly, "One day, you'll have to tell me about this Ranma of yours, Tachi," and then he was gone, leaving Kuno to blink confusedly and dress alone.
[1] No, really, I adore Ataru!! He's my favorite.. well... except for maybe Ryouga.. perhaps Mousse.. and then, of course, there's... ^_~