[Yaoi, Bondage]

"Hibiki, My Dear. Wouldn't you join my troupe? That beautiful look of yours would do well on the stage, especially when coupled with your acrobatic abilities..."

"No. How many times do I need to tell you?"

Hibiki Kohaku. Personal aide to Colonel Kagura Mitsuki, and a young man that recently found himself bothered by a traveler that had been trying to get at him for an extended period of time. Ever since they crossed paths one day, that man had decided that he would be great for his troupe. Even more so once Hibiki was forced into combat, with their clashes perhaps stoking the man's interest a bit too much.

The man that was trying to court his favor was Amane Nishiki. An overtly feminine yet at the same time exceedingly masculine man who didn't take no for an answer. The moment that he began to 'dance' with the young Hibiki, he couldn't help but find him so interesting. He wanted to see Hibiki join him at his side... Which was why they met like this. Every day, right around noon. He truly did not take no for an answer, and he always had a way of figuring out just where to find the youth...

"Ufufu. You've not told me nearly enough times. And I know that you've started to grow curious." Amane said as he covered up his devious smile using his long pink sleeve. "So why don't you just accept my invitation, My Dear? There's so much that I can teach one like yourself. Especially with those arts that you've been trained in. Those arts that you would rather not show your Colonel..."

Just like that, he found a blade facing his throat. Not that it would reach, as part of his own outfit stretched out and clashed against that blade. He could feel the killing intent radiating from Hibiki's body, and that just made him all the more attractive.

"I may have underestimated you." Hibiki said, his eyes glaring into Amane's. "The fact you've been able to uncover the nature of my techniques through our sparse bouts... Who exactly are you meant to be, Amane Nishiki?" For the very first time, the two were mutually interested in one another. Even if it was for completely different reasons.

Amane lowered his sleeve as winked. "Just a passing-through performer, who wants nothing more than to dance and add boys like you to his troupe. Is that so wrong?" He explained, before turning away from the young man and leaving his back open. "If you really must know more, we can return to my troupe. And don't worry. The boys won't be back until tomorrow. So if it's attention you're trying to avoid, then you wouldn't find it there."

It was a trap. It was an obvious trap. And yet at this point, Hibiki couldn't afford to let this man go freely with that knowledge. If he was able to discern the true nature of his combat style from nothing more than a few clashes, it was clear that he had more information waiting to be pulled out of his sleeve. So as much as Hibiki loathed it, he had to give in. Just this once.

Especially since he couldn't bring himself to cut him down right then and there. It was like... He couldn't properly explain it. It was one thing to attack Kagura for being a lech, a louse and a general nuisance that brought him nothing but headache. But when he watched Amane's back, and how his hips seemed to jut out in an emphasized way while he took every deliberate step, it was like he just couldn't... do anything... It was the other reason why he had to follow him. To understand why he couldn't pull his eyes off him.

"Fine." Hibiki muttered as he put away his weapons, following behind the effeminate man. Still on his guard, because he did not trust him even for a second. If he started to trust him, then he would find a way to ruin him. That much, he was sure of. He wasn't going to let him get the better of him. No way...

Amane looked over his shoulder with a soft smile. "My my. That's quite the look in those eyes of yours..." He mused to himself. The last time he saw somebody ogling him like this... Ahhh... It had been quite some time, hadn't it? Very well. Then not only was it his duty to try and court him into his troupe...

But also awaken that which had rooted within the boy. Partly to try and persuade him to stay at his side, and partly to give him peace of mind...

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"Make yourself at home, My Dear. It's not much, but I hope you can be comfortable here. Perhaps so comfortable that you'll want to stay here more permanently."

"Don't get your hopes up."

Hibiki was still as razor sharp and hostile as before. And yet as they entered Amane's personal carriage, he was immediately assaulted by scents that were foreign to him. It wasn't a surprise to be struck by something like this, given Amane's vagrant nature... But it certainly didn't make him feel any more comfortable around him, no matter how sweet the scent was.

"If you're trying to poison me, you'll find that they won't have the desired effect." His hostilities were raised due to the smell around him, as he reached for his weapons...

Only for Hibiki's arms to be caught by Amane's ribbons, while the effeminate man took a seat on a small pile of pillows that was perfect for cradling his form and giving him maximum comfort. "Goodness, no. I would never poison a boy as beautiful as you. Much less stoop to such a level in the first place." Amane said, as he carefully motioned, which prompted the ribbons to pull the boy along. "And I do apologize for forcibly binding you. But if you keep showing such hostility, I have to resort to measures that will keep my head on my shoulders. I trust you understand."

The only response he got for binding Hibiki's hands was a deadly glare, which merely prompted Amane to chuckle and hide his smile again. Which then prompted the glare to grow so pointed that Amane almost felt like he was being stabbed. Good grief, this boy was a real piece of work. But that was why he had grown so interested in him. Such pure viciousness... He needed to tame him. And more importantly, give him a little taste of this life that he wanted to pull him into.

"Hibiki Kohaku, My Dear. I ask once more. Join my troupe. I will care for you. Much more than your Colonel. You've seen my boys and how much they adore my care, so you can trust that I would keep to my word." Amane said, bowing his head respectfully. "And I will make sure to bring out every little inch of your beauty."

"No." Hibiki shot back again, as he merely sat on a single pillow. Compared to the pile that was cradling Amane, this was how he preferred to be. Alone. He worked in the shadows for the sake of what he believed in. And this was why he had agreed to come along. So he could retreat into the shadows once he had acquired the full scope of what Amane had been able to gleam from their bouts. "What is your end goal in doing all of this, Amane?" He asked a question that seemed so simple, yet knowing that man...

"I thought you had understood at this point. I want you, My Dear." Amane said, chuckling. Only to then smile as he let his arm rest against the pile of pillows. "But beyond that, I want to help you understand. And since you refuse to join, I would love to give you a taste instead. A taste of my most intimate and special dance. Would you mind being part of that, My Dear?"

Hibiki could say no once again. But Amane wasn't going to listen. Of course he wasn't going to listen. "...Is this another way of saying you want to fight?" He snarked again. He had gotten the hang of understanding what a dance meant to Amane. Considering how many times he had referred to their clashes as dances.

"Ufufu. You battlemaniac..." Amane mused, before shaking his head. "No. This is meant to be something that you should do with somebody that you find attractive. Somebody you want to spend your entire life with. If this ends up convincing you, then I would be beyond happy. But even if it doesn't, you'll understand what I wanted from you. And perhaps one day, you'll seek me out on your own. Either way, I want nothing more than this one dance. Now, will you allow me to have this?"

Hibiki remained silent for a few seconds, before shaking his head and sighing. There was no point in trying to stop him. Because there was no way that he could properly turn him away. He was just going to keep on trying to dig at him. Trying to make him see things his way. So if he just gave up and accepted it...

"Fine." The youth said, his voice lacking the same level of hostility. In fact, it had returned to the emoteless level it had started at. Despite how hostile he was towards the idea of being with Amane for longer than necessary, he never truly let the associated emotion leak through in his voice. Not unless a particular button had been pressed, like the nature of his fighting style...

Amane smiled from ear to ear, as he snapped his fingers. And in an instant, the ribbons that had restrained Hibiki started to unravel themselves further from the effeminate man... Only to then wrap around Hibiki, this time making sure that he couldn't really move. Wrapping his arms together behind his back, as well as keeping his knees and legs wrapped in such a way that he couldn't stop himself from sitting in a bow-legged manner...

The hostility that had faded immediately returned, prompting another chuckle from Amane. "I told you, My Dear. This dance is meant for those that you want to live your life with. So I have to keep you from making too many unnecessary movements. Otherwise, you might just spoil this moment that much more...

"How am I supposed to 'dance' if I'm bound?" Hibiki's question was beyond sarcastic at this point, as he tried to struggle against his bindings. But all that he earned was exhaustion. He was bound so tightly that he couldn't move, and yet in a way that wasn't actually discomforting. Just one that left him really... vulnerable...

Slowly but surely his eyes widened before they sharpened into a glare that could cut through steel, sending shivers down Amane's spine in the process. "Don't you dare." Hibiki said. Unfortunately, he was well aware of what could happen now. And it was all because of the material he had confiscated from under Kagura's bed...

"My my. Despite how virginal you look, you seem to be well aware of what might happen." Amane said, as he shifted. Instead of sitting against this pile of pillows, he crept closer to the young man. All while his fingers seemed to gravitate towards his crotch. Those tender fingers, magnetized towards an intimate area that Hibiki didn't want defiled. "What would you do if I were to touch you here, My Dear? I can only imagine the kind of thoughts that resonate through that mind of yours..."

Right now, the only thing that ran through Hibiki's mind would need to be censored due to the brutal contents. He did not feel shame from this, nor did he feel embarrassed. He had been raised to be as chaste as possible, which was why his immediate reaction to this performer trying to get a rise out of him... It was pure killing intent.

But that killing intent did not last. As soon as Amane's fingers made contact with Hibiki's crotch, a shock of pleasure rushed through him. And a crack in his mostly emotionless facade started to form thanks to the moan that slipped from his lips. What was this sensation? More importantly, why did it feel this powerful? Hibiki had accidently brushed his hands down there before, but... W-What was so different about Amane doing it?

"That's the look I like to see." Amane said with a smile, as he slowly let his fingers dance along the shaft hidden within those pants.  That painfully tight garment trying to compress the treasure hidden within. "Come now. Cry out. Let it all out. Vocalizing your feelings is important for somebody your age."

Hibiki didn't want to cry out or moan. And yet thanks to how inexperienced he was, how little he had tried to train his body to resist a sexual advance like this... He just couldn't stop moaning. "S-Stop..." He muttered, as his cheeks started to slowly flush bright red. He didn't want this. He didn't want any of this.

And yet Amane did not stop. He just let his hands continue to glide along the outline in his pants. As it slowly but surely grew thicker. Slowly but surely grew bigger... And slowly but surely started to make his pants strain to keep it pinned down. No matter how tight they were, they were completely ineffective against an erection as powerful as this.

"Adorable." Amane muttered, as he brought himself closer. All while pressing the palm of his hand down on that crotch. All while pressing Hibiki's face up against his chest, letting him hear his heart beating while he continued to caress that sensitive area below.

Hibiki was forcibly pressed against the effeminate male... And yet despite what he might've expected, it was not disgust that served as the main emotion running through him. No, it was... It was that same pleasure that had started to spike. Why? Why!? Why did he feel this way!? He didn't understand. He couldn't understand. And yet the truth was right there in front of him. Amane's body, and the way that he played with him, had brought him some of the greatest pleasure he had ever experienced.

The sound of Hibiki's moans grew louder as Amane caressed both the head below and the head above. Stroking away with his fingers, while at the same time making sure that he was comfortable against his chest. "That's it. Just let it happen. You'll understand before long." He whispered into his ear, before slowly nibbling on it as well. Just so he could get a taste of the boy...

So many sensations were rushing through the formerly emotionless boy. Whether it was due to the pleasure of having his cock teased, or the pleasure of being pressed up against the man that had restrained him like this, or having him actively tease him more by playing with his ear... It was all so intense. So much so that his pants couldn't keep his crotch pressed down any further...

Amane smiled very tenderly as he felt the shape of Hibiki's cock pressing against his palm. As well as the texture of his pants wrapping around his erection. The boy had given into his baser urges very quickly... Which only happened to those that still had questions about what they were truly aroused by.

"I can feel it, My Dear. You're enjoying this." Amane whispered into Hibiki's ear, as he slowly let his fingers dance their way up and down that throbbing rod trapped within those pants. All while chuckling in such a soft manner. Truly making it difficult for him to fight back against his teasing, especially when combined with all the restraints.

"N-No... I... I... I'm..." Hibiki gasped as his face had practically turned completely red at this point. He wanted this to stop. He didn't know what would happen if it kept going, he just knew that he was on the verge of breaking. And if he kept pushing him like this, he was going to shatter and leak all over. The evidence of his inability to keep it in was already visible too...

The wet sensation on Amane's palm told him that Hibiki was dangerously close. And as a treat, he would push him right over. With the hand currently pressing the boy against his chest moving up against his head, Amane gripped his head and tilted him up so they were looking into each other's eyes...

Right as he kissed him on those virgin lips, at the same time as he tightened his grip on the youth's shaft. Increasing the pressure that he put on him... And at the same time, placing him in a pincer attack. Pleasure from two sides, melding together with the feelings that were emerging from Hibiki's heart.

Hibiki's eyes widened as he was kissed on the lips, and he lost every sense of control at that moment. A moan rang out, and all that Hibiki could do was tremble in shame. He could feel something leaving his penis, and the overwhelming heat that came with a climax like this. It was... It was...

He didn't get much time to truly dwell on what the feeling inside him told him. Not while Amane was still there. Especially not as Amane lifted his hand up and let the cum slowly drool down into his mouth, letting that salty substance drip onto his tongue. Such an erotic display, the performer toying with his 'food' serving to make even more shame and arousal build throughout Hibiki's body...

"Mmmm... Delectable." Amane said, as he slowly savored the taste. Cum was an acquired taste, especially if one were to keep consuming it like Amane did. And Hibiki's cum... It was as virginal as him. It lacked the finer details of a truly sexually active man. But that was good. It meant that he had room to grow. So much room...

"S-Stop... Stop drinking it..." Hibiki was beyond frustrated. Beyond embarrassed. His emotions, which he usually kept bottled up inside, were now completely visible. And it painted a completely different picture of the composed young man. Which just happened to make him even more adorable, especially as the subtle traces of tears, or sweat born of frustration, ran down his face and made his skin glisten...

Amane's smile widened as Hibiki pleaded for him to stop. But why should he stop? The boy had only managed to climax once. There was still so much more pleasure that he could help him experience. And his ribbons were going to be very effective in that regard, as they started to tighten a bit more.

Before letting Hibiki taste a different part of his body to make sure that the boy understood what the feelings inside of him were, Amane lapped up the last bits of cum on his palm, before kissing him once again. This time, making sure to let their tongues brush against one another, so Hibiki could get to taste his own cum...

Hibiki wanted to break away as he was kissed, but the bindings stopped him from getting away. And it only grew worse as he felt the taste of his own cum on his tongue. It was... Salty. He had never tasted cum before, so he had no expectations. But this salty texture... It was... Addicting. If he got to taste more of it, he was worried that he might grow addicted...

But thankfully, it seemed as if Amane was going to spare him the experience of drinking more cum. Once he broke free from their kiss and let the tiny trail of saliva that connected them split apart, the effeminate male was more than happy to turn away from him again, his hands now resting on his hips to bring more emphasis to them.

Just like before, Hibiki couldn't look away. But now he more accurately understood why he couldn't. Somehow, he felt attracted to Amane. Had he done something to him? More importantly, how could he make it stop? He didn't want to be attracted to somebody like him. He was... He was..!

A sharp cry echoed from Hibiki's lips as he was suddenly forced to thrust up against Amane's clothed rear, with the performer chuckling as he made sure to manipulate his ribbons in such a way that Hibiki was made to grasp his hips. "My my. You're getting awfully bold, My Dear. I thought you didn't want this?"

"I-I don't!" Hibiki cried out, but all he could do was simply moan as his hips moved on their own. His body was not under his control, forcibly manipulated by the ribbons. And yet he couldn't help but admit, at least inside of his own mind... It did feel good to thrust up against Amane's ass. It was plush in just the right way, while remaining firm and tough so it didn't fight against him.

Amane's cheeks flushed a little red as well. Was he making him thrust too roughly? Or was it just right? It was difficult to tell for sure, due to the nature of the arousal currently going through him. What he did know was that he was enjoying it. A lot. So hopefully the boy did as well.

The moans certainly seemed to indicate that Hibiki was enjoying himself. And he seemed to be thrusting even faster. Faster than the ribbons were allowing him to thrust. All thanks to the need inside Hibiki's heart.

Hibiki had never before felt a need this strong. And with his hands seemingly pinned to Amane's hips... He thrust. He thrust, he pistoned, he fucked as hard as he could. Right now, he needed to satisfy his needs. And with this plush seat in front of him, begging to be used... He didn't see anything else he could do besides just thrust and thrust.

Of course, he didn't realize that the ribbons that held him had long since been unraveled. When? Probably around the time Amane started to push up against him and force him to thrust. The haze of arousal kept him going. He was now fucking Amane entirely voluntarily, even if he didn't realize that he could just let go and leave...

It didn't last longer than it needed to, however. Before long, both Amane and Hibiki let out a tender pair of shouts that let their orgasmic feelings echo out. And while Amane's cum was forced to splatter onto the ground below as it easily forced its way out, Hibiki's cum reached some form of destination, as it shot out through his pants and onto Amane's back, glazing the feminine man and marking him at the same time...

"Haaah... Haaaaah..." Hibiki panted, as he slowly removed his hands. "...Haaah..?" He gasped in quiet shock as he realized that he was free, with his eyes then gravitating towards the man that had bound him. "You..."

Amane grinned as he looked over his shoulder. "How's it feel... To embrace those feelings..? My Dear..." Now, more than ever, that affectionate nickname was charged with love. Love and lust, towards the boy he had 'helped'.

Hibiki's face grew redder than it already had, as he quickly got back up and backed away from the man that had trapped him. "T-Tell... Tell no one!" It was adorable to hear him cry out and try to keep somebody silent. Especially since he hadn't even tried to use his weapon despite having ample opportunity to...

And just like that... Hibiki disappeared. He realized he could leave, and he left. Just as Amane expected him to. Boys like him, when confronted with the possible truth that they could be bisexual or gay after a 'passionate dance' like the one they just partook in... They were so adorable when they dropped everything to try and run and hide.

He'd be back. Amane knew he would. And if he ever wanted to keep exploring his newfound feelings, he would be more than happy to dance with him again...