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Who: Sen, Mutou
When: After Sen is sent to 'solitary'
Where: Mutou's House
What: Mutou gets the truth outta Sen
Rating: NC-17 - total kink - bondage, whips and vibrating butt plugs

Shortly after lockdown, several guards come to pick Sen up. They don't say anything but "Solitary, Owari" before snatching him from his bed.

He is sure to put up a fight, struggling and kicking. But the guards are ordered not to hurt him, so little force has to be used. Not that much was needed in the first place. He is brought to the solitary and left there for a couple hours for show. Sure everyone is asleep, a single guard comes to quietly let Sen out of the room and leads him to another area the inmate hasn't ever seen before.

It's the faculty area where they come and go from the prison. Mutou is waiting by the elevator, holding it open and smiling as he sees Sen approach. "Are you ready?" The warden holds out a hand to his new lover.

Sen nods at Mutou, glancing around the area for a long moment, before taking a few steps towards Mutou, reaching to take a hold of that hand. He offers Mutou a gentle smile. "I'm ready. Are you sure you want to take me into your home? After all, I am a criminal."

Mutou pulls Sen against himself as he tugs him inside, allowing the doors to shut. He presses the only up button with his free hand before sliding it around Sen's waist. "You're my criminal now." Mutou grins, leaning forward to kiss the other man.

Sen allows himself to be pulled into the embrace, meeting Mutou's lips with his own, barely ghosting his lips across the other man's. He offers another smile, moving to rest his head on Mutou's shoulder, letting out a contented sigh.

Mutou holds Sen close a while, saying nothing while the ride continues. After some time, when they're near the top, he pulls out a length of black silk and moves to tie it around Sen's eyes. "I have a surprise for you."

Sen blinks, pulling away from Mutou a little, not quite sure he likes the idea of being blindfolded and helpless. "What kind of surprise?" He asks, holding his hand around Mutou's wrist.

Mutou pets down Sen's cheek with his pinky, lowering his hands just a little. "A nice one. I promise you'll like it. And I went through a lot of trouble to get it for you. Please. Trust me."


He moves his hand away, letting it fall back to his side, nodding once. "Okay. I trust you." He says, clsoing his eyes so Mutou can tie that blindfold on him.

Mutou grins victoriously as he ties the material around Sen's eyes. "Don't worry, my love," he whispers. "It'll be alright."
The elevator stops and Sen is lead through a few hallways and out a back door.

Sen uses Mutou to guide him, practically clinging to the man. He hates being completely at Mutou's mercy this way, but he has no choice but to trust the man.

Mutou helps Sen into a car, pulling the other man close to himself as he presses his lips to his temple. "Sleep if you want. It's a bit of a ride."

Sen instantly curls into Mutou's side, reaching out a hand, blindly feeling for his cheek, stroking softly. "What about my surprise?" He asks, voice soft.

"When we get there." They ride for some time before comming to a stop. Mutou helps Sen from the car and through a gate. They travel up the walk a bit before there is a jingle of keys to let them in. Standing in the foyer, Mutou stands behind Sen to release the blindfold.

Sen blinks as the blindfold is removed, letting his eyes adjust to the new level of light. He glances around, mouth slightly agape. He turns to Mutou, eyes wide. "Woah... this is your house?" He asks, shocked by the sheer size of the place if nothing else.

Mutou chuckles as he wraps his arms around Sen's waist, looking around as he leans his chin on Sen's shoulder. "Our house." He tilts his head, nibbling on Sen's ear. "I've arranged it to look as if you've been transferred."

Sen feels a sudden surge of panic course through him, although he doesn't let it show. That hadn't been the idea at all, he'd simply planned to keep the man sweet, dig up what dirt he could and report back to Blue, and in turn return to Sword. "Transferred? So... I'm here on a long term basis, I take it?" He asks, resting a hand back against Mutou's side.

"Surprise..." Mutou chuckles softly, hugging Sen close to him. "It made me very happy when you said you'd be mine. It only took a few phone calls and pulled strings to arrange it all."

Of course Mutou isn't stupid. There's no phone, and a wall all around his property in the country. Mostly it's for privacy, though.

He feels like his heart has dropped into his shoes as he leans into Mutou's embrace. It wasn't meant to be this way dammit! He was supposed to be laid in bed with Sword talking about their future house with a picket fence and a dog, and children running around. He forces a smile, resting his hands over Mutou's. "Now I really am your secret lover."

Mutou gives Sen's hands a squeeze. "Only for a little while." He takes those hands, giving Sen an informal tour of the place... at least the rooms leading to the kitchen. "As soon as the paperwork is done, we can go back to Japan. You'll have to lie low here for a while, but it'll be worth it, don't you think?"

Sen frowns, curling his fingers around Mutou's. "I have intentions of returning to Japan. That's where my old life is, I do not want my new life to be there."

Mutou ties the scarf around Sen's neck before going to the fridge for beverages. "That's fine. There's a whole world we can go to." He holds out a beer and a soda for Sen to pick one. "Doesn't matter, right?"

Sen reaches for the beer, curling his hand around the cool can. "Can you really leave all this behind? This house. UGH. Everything. For me?" He shakes his head, sighing soft. "I'm not worth that."

Mutou laughs, opening a beer for himself. "What are material possessions? What is a job? What is the point of having everything you want, if the thing you want most is not sharing it with you?"

Sen opens his beer, taking a sip. "I guess. But... it must have taken forever to pay for this place. Is being a warden really that well paid?" He asks, moving in to nuzzle against Mutou, snaking his way into the man's arms.

Mutou takes a long pull from his can. "It means nothing." He pulls Sen close, petting in his hair. "Only you are everything."

Sen tilts his head to look at Mutou. "Why me? You could have had anyone you wanted, why pick me?"

Mutou chuckles, tapping Sen's nose with the pinky of the hand holding his beer. "You know I love you."

Sen smiles softly, leaning in to kiss Mutou on the lips. "Yes, but why do you love me?"

"Should we count the ways while I bring you upstairs?"

Sen nods, taking Mutou's hand. "Lets." He draws it to his mouth, kissing each knuckle in turn. "Time to show me the four poster bed already?"

Mutou laughs. "Eagerness is one. Though I thought I'd show you the bathroom first. Unless you like those clothes of course."

Sen's face lights up at that magic word. "Bathroom? A bath with running water?" He lets out a content sigh. "Can I use it? Now? Please?"

Mutou pushes open the bathroom door, letting Sen peer into the large room with it's garden tub and twin sinks and linen closet and toilet and standup shower. "Of course. This is your house too, you know."

Sen smiles, kissing Mutou's cheek, before walking into the room to have a look around, peeking in the closet, having a good nosy round. He walks to the tub, turning the water on, before stripping in the middle of the room.

Mutou smiles as he leans against the doorframe, watching Sen. "Have I mentioned how glad I am you came here to live with me?"

Sen nods, sitting on the edge of the tub, dangling his feet into the water as it fills. "Once or twice." He stares at the water for a long moment, losing himself in his thoughts.

Mutou tilts his head, studying Sen's form. "Are you happy you did?"

He nods his head again, turning the water off and sliding into the tub, instantly bringing his knees up to his chest, drawing lazy circles in the water with his hands. "Of course I am."

Mutou licks his lips as that water licks at Sen's chest. "Are you sure?"

He nods again, staring at the water. "Yeah, I'm sure. Why wouldn't I be?"

Mutou tugs at his tie as he walks over to the tub. "Do you want company?"

Sen shifts over a little, nodding once again. "If you like."

Mutou strips of his clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Nude, he steps into the tub, pulling Sen close to him. "I've waited a long time for this."

Sen rests his head against Mutou's shoulder. "I guess... good things come to those who wait huh?"

Mutou smiles, pressing his lips to Sen's temple. "I'm glad I did."

Sen smiles soft, but remains quiet, continuing to draw lazy circles through the water with his fingertips.

Mutou watches those fingers a minute before lifting Sen's chin. "What's the matter?"

Sen frowns a little. "Nothing, I'm fine. Just... enjoying the water, it feels nice."

Mutou pets a thumb over that frown. "What's this for, then?"

Sen kisses that thumb softly, drawing it into his mouth to suckle on soft. "No reason." He smiles soft. "I just wish I'd had a chance to take care of a few loose ends back at UGH."

Mutou smiles as his thumb is sucked on. "Like what things? Maybe I can pass some letters for you?"

"There were things I needed to sort out between Norman and I, and things left unsaid between Sword and I. Beside, all my belongings are there."

"I can arrange phone calls if you want. And getting your things wouldn't be a problem."

"If I could speak with Kain, he would be able to pass the messages on. He's been counseling me for some time, he's helped me through some difficult emotional trouble."

Mutou presses his lips to Sen's, kissing him softly. "We can call him after the bath if you want. I have his home number."

Sen kisses back, wrapping his arms around Mutou's neck. He really wasn't sure how he would get out of this situation, without making things worse for himself. It just seemed he was getting into a deeper and deeper hole. He shifted so he was sat on Mutou's lap.

Mutou slides his hands up Sen's thighs as they straddle his lap. Sinking into the tub with soft moan, he returns that kiss. "I like it when you're agressive."

Sen chuckles soft, pressing his lips to Mutou's harder. "Is that so?"

"Uhm-hmm." He slides his hands around to the small of Sen's back, holding the kiss a bit more. "Will you say it? Just once so I know?"

Sen blinks, tilting his head to the side. "Say what?" He asks, placing a soft kiss on Mutou's nose.

Mutou looks up at Sen with a little smile. "Tell me you love me."

He swallows hard, glancing away for a moment, before returning the smile, placing a soft kiss against Mutou's lips. "You know I do."

Mutou closes his eyes, pressing his forehead to Sen's after returning that kiss. "Please... say it just once."

He frowns a little, resting his hands on Mutou's arms, pausing for a long moment. "I... love you, Travis."

Mutou opens his eyes during the hesitation, pulling back just a little to watch Sen's face. Pressing his lips to a thin line, he gently lifts Sen off of his lap and stands. "You're a bad liar, Sen." He steps out and grabs a towel to wrap around himself.

Sen leans against the edge of the tub, watching Mutou. "Who said I was lying?"

"The look on your face." Mutou keeps his back to Sen and steps out of the tub. "The way your body tensed. The way you hesitated. The way I had to ask." He shakes his head. "Nevermind, Sen. I'll go make dinner."

Sen watches the man walk away, dunking his head under the water for a long moment, before resurfacing, wiping the water from his face. He steps out of the tub, wrapping a towel around himself. He takes a few minutes to tidy the bathroom and sort through his thoughts, before making his way to the kitchen.

Mutou is wrapped in a white, terrycloth robe, standing in front of the stove and stirring something in a wok. He doesn't turn when he hears Sen come into the kitchen. "There's another robe in the bedroom. Or you can wear whatever you want of mine that's in there." He pours some soy into the pan and stirs a bit more.

Sen walks over, wrapping his arms around Mutou's waist, resting his head on the man's shoulder. "What are you making?" He asks.

Mutou pauses the spoon to watch the food. "Stir fried vegetables, rice and shrimp tempura."

"Smells good." Sen says, kissing Mutou's neck lightly, keeping his arms around the man's waist.

Mutou turns the fire off and moves the wok to a back burner, leaving the spoon in it to remove Sen's arms from his person. "You should dress. It's almost ready." He goes to the cupboard and gets some plates.

Sen frowns, letting go of Mutou's waist, before nodding. "Okay... I'll be right back." He makes his way to the bedroom, taking a few moments to look around, before gathering the robe up in his arms and removing his towel, sitting on the bed naked to towel off his hair.

Mutou plates up the food and brings it out on the patio by the pool where the bucket of wine, glasses and candles already wait. He looks up at the moon then to the bedroom window that still has it's light on.

Sen stands, slipping the robe around his waist, even though it's a little too big, before mving across to the window, glancing out at the moon, resting his head on the window frame. It'd been so long since he'd seen the moon. He lets out a sigh, resting a hand on the glass panel.

Mutou watches Sen a minute before going inside, silently slipping into the bedroom and behind Sen. He brushes his fingers to the ones not on the glass. "It's getting cold," he mutters, staring at the base of Sen's neck.

Sen jumps a little as Mutou takes hold of him. "Sorry... I didn't hear you come in... I'm coming, I was just looking at the moon." He smiles soft, slipping his hand into Mutou's.

Mutou laces his fingers with Sen's with a little smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Come on, then. We're eating outside." He leads him downstairs and out to the patio.

Sen follows, keeping a hold of Mutou's hand. "This house really is beautiful." He says, taking a seat, smiling softly at Mutou.

Mutou releases Sen's hand to light the candles and pour the wine. "Thank you. It's a lot to keep up with, but worth it, I think."

"Don't you get lonely in this big house by yourself?" He asks, taking one of the glasses, taking a slow sip.

Mutou picks a bit of tempura from the shrimp to nibble on it. "I don't love you just for sex, Sen."

Sen frowns, staring into his wine glass, swirling it a little. "I never said you did, did I?"

"I thought I'd say 'yes, it is lonely' while letting you know it's not just your sex I want."

He nibbled on his food a little, glancing at Mutou. "Travis, tell me... why do you hate Sword?"

"He had what I wanted."

"And what was that?"

Mutou looks up at Sen with a little smile. "You, of course."

Sen takes another bite of food. "You make it sound like I'm a toy you can simply snatch away and claim as your own." He takes a sip of wine, before resting his elbows on the table, looking into Mutou's eyes. "Am I a mere toy?"

Mutou puts his fork down without clinking the plate. "Don't you get it? I do love you. You are not a toy. Sword had you. Not just your body, but your love and respect and attention too. I wanted that." He frowns. "If you didn't want to give that up, you shouldn't have come to me in the first place."

Sen rests his chin on his hands, continuing to look into Mutou's eyes. "I had to do what I had to do, to prevent you from breaking Sword further. Maybe you can't see it, or maybe you simply hate him enough not to care, but he's broken and he has nothing left to fight with." He let out a soft sigh. "Tell me one thing. The truth. Did you order the guards to rape him in Solitary?"

Mutou's frown deepens. "No. I didn't even know about that." He stands, leaving his plate uneaten. "This was a mistake. Enjoy the food and the moon." Turning, he goes back inside and upstairs to his bedroom.

Sen lets out a sigh, folding his arms on the table, dropping his head onto them. Everything he did just seemed to go wrong, and this was no exception.

Mutou walks over to the window, leaving the light off so he can watch Sen.

Sen stands, moving to the edge of the pool, before sitting on the edge, dangling his feet into the water. He lets out a heavy sigh, matching the heaviness he feels in his heart.

Mutou reaches into his robe, toying long fingers between his thighs as, in his mind, Sen strips naked and slips into the pool, doing a couple laps before leaning against the concrete edge and smiling. The warden appears, still in his mind, at the other end, grinning at the open arms waiting just for him in the pool.

In reality, Sen kicks the water, before pulling his feet out, standing, heading back inside. However, once inside, he's not really sure where to go, he doesn't want to just walk into any guestroom, and he isn't sure Mutou wants to see him. In the end, he walks up to Mutou's room, glancing over at the man. "Need a hand?"

Mutou had closed his eyes, lost in the daydream and the hand on himself. He pauses with a lick of his lips, a little shocked from being walked in on. "Only if you want to."

Sen unfastens his robe, letting it slip from his body as he walks across the room. He wraps his arms around Mutou's waist, slipping a hand beneath his robe, resting it over Mutou's own hand.

Mutou moves his hand so Sen's makes contact with his skin. "You don't have to," he breathes out, pulling the tie on his robe so it slips from his shoulders.

Sen presses a kiss to Mutou's neck, ignoring his words. He wraps his hand around that length, giving a gentle squeeze. "You were watching me?"

Mutou swallows, shuddering from Sen's touch. "Yes. I always watch you." Heh. How stalkerish.

He nips at the man's neck, leaving a light mark. "My tears do this to you?" He asks, referring to the hardened length between the man's legs, brushing his thumb over the head for emphasis.

Mutou places his hand over Sen's to stop the motion. "Why were you crying?"

"Because whatever I do always goes wrong." He whispers, trailing his kisses along Mutou's shoulder.

Mutou looks over his shoulder at Sen, watching those kisses. "Why are you doing this now?"

Sen didn't pause his kisses. "Because your body desires it. Already your length weeps at my touch."

Mutou's breath hitches when that truth thrusts gently in Sen's hand. "But why? I'm not the man you want."

"Sometimes... we have to lose in order to gain." He brushes his thumb over that head once more, stroking the man's length, his other hand resting on Mutou's hip.

Mutou lowers his chin. "Is that what I am? A loss?"

Sen kisses his ear, nipping at it lightly. "That isn't what I said." He lets go of Mutou's dripping length, licking his fingers. He makes his way to that four poster bed, hips swaying a little as he walks, before lying out on the sheets, gazing over at Mutou.

Mutou turns to watch that perfect body. "Then what, Sen. What are you losing? What are you gaining?"

He smiles soft, trailing his fingertips down his chest, keeping his eyes on Mutou. "When I find the answer, I'll let you know."

Mutou's eyes follow those fingertips as he approaches the bed. Kneeling over Sen, he crushes their lips together. "I'm not going to be nice to you right now."

Sen wraps his arms around Mutou's neck, kissing back just as harsh. "Mmm plan on showing me just how useful this bed can be, huh?"

Mutou growls with lust, "Quite." He pulls himself away from Sen and goes to the closet. He returns with a box of various things that is set on the nightstand. "On your belly."

Sen flips over. "If you insist, Master." He said, purring the last word, almost sarcastically.

Mutou narrows his eyes, noting the sarcasm. "You are to remain silent until I say." He pulls a pair of leather straps from the box and tethers Sen's wrists to the posts.

He tenses a little as his wrists are bound, but makes no attempt to struggle. He rests his head on the pillows, closing his eyes.

Mutou slides a hand down Sen's spine before reaching into the box again. He pulls out a bar with leather binds on either end. They are attached to Sen's ankles, keeping his knees spread apart.

Sen lets out a sigh. "Wondered how long it would be before your kinky side came into play."

Mutou smacks a hand across Sen's rear, making the sound echo.

Sen lets out a yelp, biting down on a pillow to muffle the sounds.

"Do you know what that was for?" He pours a glob of lube onto Sen's puckered entrance. "You may speak to answer my questions."

He jumps a little at the cold lube, giving a tug at the restraints.

"I said..." He shoves a three tiered plug deep inside. "Do you know what that was for?"

Sen gives a cry, once more burying his face in the pillows. "Ah~ for... for speaking without permission!"

Mutou smirks, pulling out a short whip with many leather tassels. He slides the tassles over Sen's back while sliding a ring around his length. "Have you learned your lesson?"

Sen shivers a little, biting down on his lip, nodding in answer to the question.

"Goood." Mutou purrs as he slides his hand over Sen's balls to push a button on the plug's end, making it vibrate.

"Ngh...." Sen bites down on his lip harder, closing his eyes tight, squirming under the attack.

Mutou smiles, pleased with Sen's ability to obey. He gives the plug a little jiggle before draping the tassles over Sen's thighs. "Do you think you can keep quiet if I use this?"

Sen hides his face more, shaking his head.

"Let's find out, shall we?" He lifts the whip, crossing his arm over his chest, then brings it down with a crack over Sen's rear.

Sen gives a loud yelp, tugging at those restraints in an attempt to move away. His ass stung as that whip cracked against the skin.

Mutou tsks at Sen with a shake of his head, lightly brushing his hand over the red mark. "What did we say about noise?" He cracks the whip again, this time over Sen's thighs and a bit harder.

He bites down on his lip in a desperate attempt not to cry out at the pain. He splits the skin, blood flowing into his mouth. He whimpers soft, hiding his face.

Mutou frowns and moves over to his box. "You disappoint me, Sen." He pulls a leather bit from the box and lifts Sen's chin to kiss the blood away. "Open, love."

Sen frowns, keeping his mouth firmly shut, shaking his head. His fingers tense and flex nervously.

Mutou cracks the whip with a jerk of his elbow over Sen's back. "Open," he demands a bit more firmly.

Sen lets out a cry of pain, finally letting his jaw relax, opening his mouth slowly. Tears well in his eyes threatening to fall at any moment.

Mutou gently slides the bit into Sen's mouth. "Good boy," Mutou purrs, moving back behind Sen. He takes in the red flesh a moment before bringing the whip down two more times, one on each cheek.

Sen winces, biting down hard on the bit, those tears finally spilling down his cheeks. He curls his hands onto fists, body tensing up.

Mutou puts the whip back in the box and exchanges it for a bottle of lotion. "Did you like that, Sen?" He reaches between Sen's thighs to stroke his muscle there.

A wet pool lays where his length has been leaking precum onto those silk sheets. He buries his head into the pillows, sobbing silently.

"Oh. So now your kink comes out, dear Sen." He squeezes some lotion into a hand then sets the bottle down so he can lift Sen's chin. "Ssshhh. I'll make it even better." Rubbing his hands together, he kisses those tears away then kisses Sen's lips.

Sen yanks his head back a little, turning his gaze away, once more tugging at those restraints.

Mutou moves over behind Sen and smoothes his hands over his back, letting the lotion soothe and cool the welts. He pulls his hands back towards Sen's rear, going over it and down his thighs as he leans forward to nibble on that spot between his balls and hole.

Sen can't help but moan out around that bit, rubbing himself against the sheets. "Ngghh..." He bit down hard to the restraint in his mouth, closing his eyes tight.

Mutou pushes Sen up on his knees as he dips his head further, rolling each ball around his tongue before reaching up to remove the bit. "You are free to speak now." Lowering his head once again, he takes the entire sac into his mouth.

"Ah.... Travis...." He grits his teeth, trying not to moan out loud. His length weeping precum. He tugs at the wrist restraints.

Mutou slips a finger over Sen's head, rubbing the liquid over it as he toys with the slit. "Yes, Sen?"

He pants heavy, moaning out loud. "Please... want you...." He closes his eyes, letting his head drop forward, hiding his shame.

Mutou sits up and pushes the plug's button again, making it vibrate harder. "What was that?"

Sen squrims and writhes, pushing back against that plug. "Nn... want... you in me!"

Mutou pushes the button again, putting it on the highest setting before standing to just watch Sen's body react.

He lowers his hips towards the bed, rubbing against those satin sheets, moaning loud. "Please.... Travis... need more...."

Mutou slowly removes Sen's restraints, tracing his fingers along his skin the whole way. He shuts the plug off and slowly pulls it out. "Show me." He backs from the bed, letting Sen position himself. "Show me how you want it and where."

Sen rubs at his wrists, catching his breath a little, before reaching his hands back, spreading his butt cheeks. "Just like this, right here..." He moans soft

Mutou traces a finger lightly around the hole. "Here?"

Sen nods, letting out a soft whimper, pushing back against that finger. "... Yes... right there."

Mutou pulls his finger back to keep it from entering. "I don't know if you're ready just yet." He leans forward to lick a circle around the entrance.

Sen shivers at the sensations. Regardless of how he may feel about Mutou, his body is still as responsive as any hot blooded male. "Please..."

Mutou grins darkly as he thrusts two fingers inside, twisting them to press against Sen's prostate while his other hand strokes the ring wearing muscle. "Does this ache?"

Sen swallows hard, pressing back against those fingers. "Nn.... yes.." he whimpers out, reaching to grab a hold of Mutou's wrist, keeping the man's hand against his length.

Mutou pulls his fingers out to take a hold of the hand holding his wrist. "Put them on the headboard, Sen," he demands firmly.

Sen does as he's told, without argument, curling his fingers around the headboard tightly.

Mutou kneels behind Sen and gently slides himself between those cheeks, never entering. He rocks back and forth, alternating between sliding up towards Sen's back and down towards his ache.

Sen rocks back against Mutou, trying to encourage him to enter him. His toes flex and curl in pleasure, his fingers grip the headboard tighter. "Mmm God... please Travis..." He whimpers, panting softly.

Without warning, he enters, fast and hard and all the way in. Mutou clutches painfully at Sen's hips to keep them from moving as he repeats the motion, going all the way out and in again.

Sen lets out a pained cry, instantly moving his hands from the headboard to grip at Mutou's wrists, trying to pry them from his hips.

Mutou thrusts in hard, holding it while pulling a hand back to smack it hard against Sen's already welted ass. "I said on the headboard!"

Another pained cry escapes Sen's lips, but instead of obeying, he grips at Mutou's hair, tugging it hard.

Mutou growls from the pain, gripping Sen's hips even tighter. "You asked for this. I told you I wasn't going to be nice and you accepted."

Sen sits up on his knees further, resting his hands on top of Mutou's. "Then... what are you waiting for?" He hisses through gritted teeth.

Mutou throbs inside Sen, aroused from the pain and wanting release. He drives into Sen again, sliding one hand over his chest and the other between his thighs. Quickening his pace, he kisses Sen in desperation, stroking him a bit then removing the ring.

Sen moves with Mutou, matching the frantic pace. He kisses back, biting at Mutou's bottom lip. The moment that ring is removed, he wraps his hand around Mutou's, guiding it up and down his length in time with the man's thrusts.

Mutou groans, sliding his thumb over Sen's head with each stroke. He pinches each nipple in turn, breaking the kiss to groan into Sen's ear. "Come for me."

He bites down on his own lip, muffling the sound of his moans, moving with Mutou's every move. It's not long before he reaches his limit, crying out as his body tenses, and spills his heated seed into Mutou's hand and ontot he sheets below.

Mutou cries out Sen's name as he releases from the added pressure of his lover's muscles. "God, you feel so good." Panting heavily, he lays them both down, careful of Sen's wounds.

Sen stays quiet, apart from his heavy panting as he tries to gain control of his breathing. He brushes his thumb lightly over Mutou's slightly swollen lip.

Mutou presses his forehead to Sen's, keeping his eyes closed as he inhales the stink of their sex. "Are you okay?"

"A little sore, but nothing I can't handle." He says, brushing his lips against Mutou's lightly, relaxing into the man's arms.

Mutou gently pets against Sen's arm. "I'm taking you back tomorrow," he mutters quietly.

Sen tucks his head under Mutou's chin, closing his eyes. "What will happen to me?"

Mutou lifts his eyes, staring at the wall. "You'll go into solitary for the rest of the day before being brought back to general public." He swallows, lowering his eyes again to close them.

He strokes Mutou's hair softly. "I'm sorry you know?"

"No. I don't." He gently edges away from Sen to stand. "Enjoy the bed."

Sen reaches for Mutou's wrist, pulling him back down. "Lay with me awhile?"

"Why Sen?" He blinks down at the other man. "You think the restraints were torture? The whip? You want me to stay... why?" He pulls his wrist away and stands again. "To torture me too?"

Sen sighs soft. "No... I just... please, just lay with me awhile?"

Mutou stares at Sen with a frown for a minute before sitting down again. "Why? I'm not the man you want."

"He's not here... and even when I go back to UGH... it'll be no different... People will always be trying to keep us apart no matter what we do."

Mutou slips under the blankets onto his back to stare at the ceiling. "I see."

"We can't even embrace in each other's bed, because of your stupid rules." Sen shifts closer, stroking Mutou's hair softly.

"Finally, you answered my question." He moves away, again, and stands from the bed. "Don't toy with me, Sen. I'm done." He leaves the room, going down to the livingroom to flop on the sofa.

Sen frowns. He gets out of the bed, sweat, semen and the scent of sex clinging to his skin. He retrieves the robe he'd been wearing earlier and made his way downstairs, standing at the living room door. "What question?"

Mutou has his arm draped over his eyes, laying on his back in the nude. "I asked why you wanted the cuddling." He moves his arm to look at Sen. "You want back with Swordfish."

"Your reasoning makes no sense. Cuddles are not going to get me Sword back. I just didn't want to be alone in a strange bed, in a strange house, when there is someone I know well just meters away from me."

Mutou sits up, growling. "Go back to bed, Sen. You'll have your fucking way. I'll change you back to Swordfish's cell and you can live happily ever fucking after. Stop stabbing me in the heart, Sen. Just go."

Sen sighs soft. "I'm sorry... I never meant to hurt you." He contemplates walking over to Mutou and attempting to comfort him, but instead, just rests his head against the doorframe, wtaching the other man.

Mutou stands from the sofa with a snort and walks over to the wet bar. A glass is poured and emptied, only to be refilled again. "Don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying, I guess... I never really realised how serious you felt about me."

"That's right, Sen. I begged you to flee with me daily for nothing. I did everything I could to drive you and that man apart simply because I am just a bored asshole." He throws back that drink and pours another.

Sen walks across the room, laying his palm across the top of that glass. "I'm sorry."

Mutou backs away from Sen, spilling a little of the drink as he yanks it with him. "Don't. Just go. I'll arrange for someone to bring you back in the morning before I pass out."

"Please don't do this to yourself... I don't want to see you destroy yourself over someone like me."

"What the fuck do you care if I die or not? You got what you want. You're going back to your lover. Leave me alone."

"Of course I care! I don't want to see you like this. I'm not worth this! I'm murdering scum that belongs behind bars, not to be loved by a man like you."

Mutou downs the drink before slamming it against the bar. "Don't you get it, Sen? For whatever reason, I. Love. You. Can't help it. Can't stop it. Let me get over you my own way."

He moves over to Mutou, kissing the back of the man's neck softly. "I don't deserve love, all I ever do is hurt people." He pulls away, starting to walk towards the door. "There's room in the bed, if you change your mind about that cuddle."

Mutou traces his finger over the empty glass, contemplating filling it again. Deciding not to, he goes back to the bedroom and slips in behind Sen. "I don't want you working in my office anymore," he mutters.

Sen frowns a little, hooking an arm under the pillow. "I understand..."

Mutou closes his eyes as he presses his forehead to the back of Sen's head. "I don't want to see you or him in my office anymore."

He pulls Mutou's arm around his waist, resting his hand over the other's. "I'll try and keep him out of trouble."

Mutou snuggles against Sen, petting his thumb over Sen's belly. "Thank you."

Sen smiles soft, letting out a soft purr. "This is nice." He says, referring to the cuddling, being completely honest, eyes closed, head resting on the pillow.

Mutou closes his eyes, ignoring the tightening in his chest. "Yeah."

Sen can feel himself drifting to sleep. His body aches, the welts on his ass stinging a little, the slight marks from tugging at the restraints decorate his wrists, he reeks of sex and sweat, but even so, he feels safe, and he feels tired. He nuzzles back against Mutou's body more, enjoying the warmth.