Disclaimers. I did not create the characters I used in the fiction. They belong to their original creator, as in my other fanfics. Some ideas came from the fabulous writer Anne Rice.

The Hentai Moondance

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Trying hard to ignore the kinks in his legs, Kurama made a good effort in walking as lithely as he usually did. Behind him, Hiei watched in appreciation how Kurama's body swayed with each step he took. The welts contrasted sharply with the normally fair skin, but did not disfigure the body. Instead, Kurama looked even more luscious, if that was possible at all. In no time, they reached the door. Hiei commanded Kurama to pull back the door handle with his teeth, and they stepped outside to a green field.

Kurama stared. As soon as Hiei stepped through the door, it disappeared, leaving them two standing in the middle of a gravel path. Hiei said nothing about the disappearance and looked around calmly, but Kurama felt very exposed and very naked out there. He wanted to ask Hiei again where he was, and swallowed his question when remembering lesson one: no questions. As Hiei waited around with an air of expectancy, Kurama observed his surroundings. The gravel path they were standing on stretched endlessly across the meadow, fading into where heaven joined with the earth. The sky was like an overturned robin blue bowl over him, and feathery golden light caressed him even though he could not see the sun. Winds were gentle and warm, grass was green and fresh. One could describe this as a corner of paradise, which made its silence even eerier.

A sudden crunch of gravel drew Kurama and Hiei's attention. From nowhere appeared a young woman holding a bundle in her arms. She was petite, and her black hair flowed down her back, showing off the brilliance of her white dress to advantage. With a gentle smile she approached the pair, and stopped in front of Hiei.

"Lord Hiei, here is your equipment. Would you like me to braid Kurama's hair for you?"

"Yes. Thank you."

Kurama was stunned. He had never heard anything so gracious from Hiei before! However, more shocking things were to come.

Setting down her bundle, the young woman stepped behind Kurama, and with deft strokes, she started to braid Kurama's long hair into two plaits, one on each side. Kurama hated that. It made him look so girlish!!! Yet Hiei said nothing in protest, even looked on with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. When the plaits were done, the young woman fixed a pair of bells on their ends, so they tinkled musically whenever Kurama moved his head. A wave of panic began to build up in him. Next, the young woman knelt down in front of Kurama, and laid a pair of long boots. Mutely, partially due to the shock, Kurama stepped into them, and she zipped them up, then smoothed the leather in business-like strokes. To dally was to invite Hiei's wrath. The boots were high but not binding, fitting snuggly till beneath Kurama's knees. "Stamp around in them a bit, so they would fit better." She instructed. There was such a power in her voice that Kurama did not think to disobey. The boots were very comfortable, but clearly designed for long walks. Or runs. Gradually, Kurama began to have a glimmer about what was going on, and this dim foresight did nothing to appease his anxiety.

"I assume that you would like to put these on him personally, Lord Hiei?" The young woman asked mischievously. With a nod of thanks, which cause Kurama to goggle, Hiei took the objects from her open palm. Kurama stole a look at them. They were fur-linked clips, with similar bells attached to them. Before he could figure out what was their use, however, Hiei was already kissing and biting his nipples in mock savageness. It felt sooooooo good that Kurama ignored the young woman completely, and threw himself entirely into the sensual world Hiei's mouth was creating. The pressure in his body increased, threatening an immediate spill. Fortunately, Hiei pulled back at the last moment, but the sensation on Kurama's nipples remained. Wondering, Kurama glanced down at himself, and his jaws dropped. The two bells were neatly clipped on to his stiff nipples, a slight pull that shook him down to his marrow whenever he took a breath. The worse thing was that these bells were twinkling in rhythm as well. Kurama never felt so humiliated in his 600 years of life, but he also felt incredibly aroused. If the young woman were not there, he would have dragged Hiei on to the soft grass before long.

Ignoring the murderous glance on her back, she offered the last adornment to Hiei. As far as Kurama was concerned, this really was the last straw. It was a collar. Hiei wanted to put a collar on him!!! Kurama wanted to struggle, to protest, and moreover, to choke the life out of that woman with the collar, but all of a sudden, he lost his powers of mobility. Therefore, he could only watch in mute indignation when Hiei clasped the collar around his neck. Needless to say, there was another bell. If looks could kill, the woman would have been nailed to the ground by thousands of long rose thorns. But she only smirked in return.

"Be grateful that I did not bring anything for this magnificent piece of equipment." Obviously, she was indicating to Kurama's furiously bobbing manhood. At the thought of 'something' for 'that', Kurama paled. Hiei, on the other hand, looked thoughtful.

"Your paddle, Lord Hiei." The young woman handed over a long spoon shaped leather paddle. Experimentally, Hiei swung it a few times. The leather was tough, but flexible enough that the paddle bounced with each stroke, meaning the pain would be subtly enhanced by the little tremors. Intricate patterns in silver wires were worked into the leather, and golden threads bound the hide. This paddle worth a lot, the thief in Kurama remarked silently, momentarily forgetting that it was for him. Noticing Kurama's interest, Hiei held the paddle closer for his observation.

"Lovely, isn't it?" Kurama nodded mutely.

"Only the best for you, Lord Hiei. And Kurama, of course." The young woman's bow was at once mocking and polite, to which Hiei returned in a tiniest gesture. "I suppose Kurama is ready. Now, would you prefer a horse or poles, Lord Hiei?"

Horse?? Poles?? Kurama's overworked mind plus centuries of experience immediately provided him with the most pervert image possible. He broke out in an involuntary shudder. Hiei ignored him. No matter what Kurama was imagining, what he was going to get would definitely be something entirely new.

"Poles, maybe. I can move much faster than a horse."

"As you wish, Lord Hiei." A slender hand waved. Suddenly, the winding path was flanked at two sides by a-meter-and-half tall black poles, with five-by-five cm2 surfaces. Kurama could not guess what their purposes were for the life of him, but he was sure that the poles would not come anywhere near him. On this, he was correct. "My colleagues and I would be up there to monitor your progress, and to help if needed." As the young woman was speaking, four throne-shaped clouds drifted down from the sky, and three young women were sitting on them. They waved amiably at the trio, to which the white-dressed girl waved back happily. "These are my colleagues, Sandy Youko, Elanor, and Tz-chan." Upon hearing their names, Hiei and Kurama jumped as if being shot. Hiei looked as if he was ready to bolt, and Kurama would have bolted if he were not so tightly bounded. The three young women walked down from their seats, and paced over with intent looks in their eyes. Panic started to show in Kurama's eyes, but Hiei stood his ground bravely. At least, it would have been bravely if he did not look so much like a hypnotized prey.

"Nice work, Moondance-san." Sandy Youko congratulated the first-arrived girl. Kurama finally realized that he was standing in a circle of the most notorious lemon writers.

"No!! I won't do this!! No!! Mmm...." Kurama's protest was stifled by a flurry of bandages around his mouth. Bound and gagged, the look of helplessness in his eyes was at once pitiful yet exhilarating to watch.

"Sandy Youko-san, you are so strict." Tz-chan praised with an admiring smile.

"One does one's best." Sandy Youko replied modestly.

"It's such a shame to gag that sweet mouth, though." Elanor commented regretfully. She reached out for one of Kurama's braids, and pulled it towards her. "Kurama, if you promise to be a good boy, I will ask Sandy Youko-san nicely to release you." After a thoughtful pause, she added. "Besides, I want to hear you scream."

Even Hiei approved of Elanor's wish. He pushed his way through the throng of fanfic mistresses to stand in front of Kurama. "Will you be a good boy for me?" Hiei whispered, brushing his lips against Kurama's sensitive earlobe. A crystal tear made its trembling way down the ivory smooth cheek, but Kurama nodded his assent. "Be brave." Hiei chided gently, wiping away the tearstain. "You can cry or scream if you want to, but you must be courageous and graceful at all times. Understand?" Again Kurama nodded, then tried to stand straighter, lovelier, arching his beautiful swan-like neck with even more grace.

"You are indeed a lucky man, Lord Hiei." Moondance watched on enviously.

"I know."

"Let's begin, Moondance-san." Sandy Youko hurried them impatiently. "I can't wait a second longer. The live audience won't wish to wait either."

Hiei stared. "What live audience?"

"You don't think that we would create something this elaborate for ourselves only, do you?" Tz-chan laughed. "At this moment, countless people are watching us through WWW live camera. Afterwards, this will be made into a video tape to be distributed."

"Yes, and the name is 'Discipline'." Elanor cut in eagerly. "Moondance-san is the producer and director, and we are her co-directors."

"Perform well, Kurama." Sandy Youko chuckled in an evil voice as she unwound the bandages. The cherry-colored lips were visibly trembling. "Don't disappoint us."

Majestically, the four fanfic mistresses walked back to their cloud-puffed thrones. They rose up high in the sky.

In a great and terrible voice, Moondance cried. "Now let the show begin!"