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.

This is a lemon. A bondage/SM lemon. Please leave now if you don’t feel comfortable with it. Please take me seriously. Pan dear, you know that you should read this! The inspiration came from Sandy Youko-san’s marvelous lemon fanarts. I really had to write something like this after an intense and exciting session of visiting her lemon gallery. A homage to you, Sandy-Youko-san!! I only hope that you like it though….

The Hentai Moondance

*******************************************************************************************"Where are we?" A voice asked nervously in the dark room. Though the speaker could not ‘see’ the darkness because of the blindfold, he could ‘feel’ it. Oppressive, heavy silence enveloped his senses, making him more tense than he should be. More distressingly, he realized that his ki was cut off from him. Umm..SOS?Help?

"You don’t need to know." The other voice was deep, and smooth as thick velvet. He made his way unerringly to the first speaker, and tugged on his handcuffs to be sure that his wrists were securely restrained behind his back. "You are here to serve, not to question."

Oh oh, this is for real, the blindfolded one thought. Vainly, he sought a way out. "Please, let me go. I promise that I will think of some other way to make up for my debt."

Crack! Something struck the bounded redhead on the buttocks. He let out a muffled yelp, not because of the pain, but of the shock.

"Seems that you don’t understand the situation." Coolly, the short one remarked, and delivered another lash almost idly. The smack of leather against flesh resounded loudly in the chamber. Kurama restrained the instinct to hop away. ‘Hop’ because his ankles were firmly bounded together. Hiei, he reasoned, will be harsher if he tries to evade his ‘attentions’, so it might be better just to grin and bear it, not that he is in a condition to grin. "You lost, fox, and this is how you pay up your due."

Resigned, and promising himself never again get into another card game with Hiei, Kurama replied sighing," Whatever."

"You are not very well disciplined, fox. I would have to train you from the basics." So saying, Hiei pressed a button on the wall. A whirling noise accompanied by clinking of metals could be heard clearly. For the first time, Kurama began to feel fear in his heart. "Now, I am going to let go of your bounds, and you are going to hold on to that bar above you." Hiei moved behind to massage Kurama’s buttocks. Kurama let out a seductive moan. "Don’t" In a quiet voice, Hiei continued," let go of it. Else, I’ll be very very angry with you." Standing on his tiptoes, Hiei kissed the nape of Kurama’s neck, and ran his hand through the silky tresses. "Do you understand?" Mutely, Kurama nodded. He could tell that Hiei was serious, and he definitely did not want Hiei to be 'very very angry with him.'

Pleased with the sign of obedience from his normally willful fox, Hiei opened the handcuffs and cut through the rope around Kurama's ankles. Docilely, Kurama reached up and fumbled in the darkness for the bar. When sure that Kurama had gotten a good grip on the bar, Hiei stepped over to the buttons and pressed down another one. The whirling started again, and Kurama discovered that he was being pulled up by the bar. The rising stopped only when Kurama was standing on his tiptoes. Flipping on a light switch, Hiei admired his fox under the spotlight.

Kurama’s sinuous body was stretched taunt with a slight curve, and every muscle rippled sensually. The sudden flash of light hit his body like a jolt of lightning, Hiei could tell from his slight trembling. The ivory body was bathed in a halo of golden light, with the wealth of flame-colored hair reflecting sparks like tiny stars. Fearful expectancy and excitement filled the beautiful face, and a quiver to the sweet red lips added their allure. It was an image of an angel in torment, and his tormentor was not feeling very merciful today. Hiei allowed Kurama hang there for a minute or two in silence, letting anticipation to arouse Kurama’s member until it was in an adequate state of hardness. Finally, when Kurama began to whimper a little in frustration and impatience, Hiei walked over to the circle of light, and grasped Kurama’s member in a firm grip.

"Spread your legs. Don’t come." Hiei commanded, then started to rub the hard desire slowly and teasingly until Kurama was snapping his hips wildly, wanting nothing more than release. To Hiei, the fun had just begun. With a last hard stroke, he let go of Kurama’s organ and feasted himself on the sight of Kurama’s agitation. Suddenly, he lusted to look into the glorious green eyes, so he ripped off the blindfold on Kurama’s face. The light caused Kurama to blink owlishly for a few seconds, then he saw Hiei.

"Please, Hiei?" To the piteous plea, Hiei’s answer was a sharp thrash on Kurama’s buttocks by his belt.

"Lesson one, fox, no begging." Three quick lashes emphasized Hiei’s point. "Lesson two, no questions." Red welts appeared on Kurama's soft skin, stark clear against the alabaster background. Hiei reached down, and pinched the welts gently. The sensitive youko shied away from the touch, which brought him another lick on the thighs. "Lesson three, no hiding."

After what seemed like hours, but actually no more than 15 minutes, the normally calm fox had lost his composure, though he tried his best not to give in to the humiliation of breaking down completely. All the while, Hiei was working him over industrially. From the lush bottom he moved down to the round thighs and slender calves. A few strokes aiming the ankles cause Kurama to dance a little on his tiptoes, a sight so enchanting in Hiei's eyes that he kept him at it for a few minutes. The lashes so strong that Kurama felt that he was being thrown into the air every time it hit him, so he was forced to arch his back in order to hold on to the bar above him. This pushed his hips out further, and attracted Hiei's attention. New welts covered old ones, igniting new flames over the old cinders. By now, Kurama was moaning and groaning constantly in supplication, but even he himself could not tell if he was begging Hiei to stop or to go on. The lashes warmed his body, made his skin more sensitive than ever, and whenever Hiei's hands caressed the welts, a new plain of pleasure was opening up before him. Therefore, when Hiei finally stopped, a small disappointed welled up with the general relieve.

Dazed from the mixed sensation of desire and pain, Kurama lowered his head and panted heavily. Instantly, Hiei's hand was on his chin. "Chin high, my fox. Always be graceful for me." Kurama's head snapped back as if someone pulled him by hair. Gently, Hiei wiped his cheeks, murmuring," Such lovely tears." It was only then that Kurama discovered that he was crying.

"Tell me, was it painful? Answer me in 'Yes, Hiei.' or 'No, Hiei."

"Yes, Hiei." Another tear slid down the smooth cheeks.

"Did you like it?"

"Yes, Hiei." The tiny answer sent a blush on Kurama's cheeks.

"Do you want some more?" Actually, Hiei decided to go ahead anyway, but he wanted to know what Kurama thought.

After a long silence, Kurama finally answered shyly. "Yes, Hiei." It took all his remaining control not to lower his head but keep his chin high as Hiei instructed.

A seductive smile appeared on the Koorime's lips. Grasping long locks of hair, Hiei pulled down his lover's head for a rewarding kiss. Hungrily, Kurama pushed forward his hips, wanting to rub his manhood against Hiei. It was really unfair, he thought, me naked and he dressed! However, Hiei let go of Kurama as soon as Kurama came into contact with his body, and spanked the vagrant member with his palm several times, hard. Instead of feeling chastised, Kurama's lust grew harder.

"You don't come until I say you can." Growling, Hiei slapped the offending organ a few more times till Kurama sobbed contritely. "Let go of that bar and hold your hands behind your neck." Glad of a chance to rest his sore legs and arms, Kurama lost no time in obeying.

Now, Hiei was faced with a problem. He did not want to humiliate Kurama too much, for he did not want to break the fox's spirit. He just wanted to bend it a little. So what should he do?

: How about the Bridle Path?:

Right, just the thing. Bridle Path. As soon as Hiei's mind was made, a green door appeared in the formerly blank wall. Kurama hissed in surprise. "Walk to the door, fox. "