This Is Gospel (ShimaxYukio)

41. Chains

A/N: Took me several hours to write the next three chapters (it was too long to be just one) so I hope y'all enjoy them. Smut. Dom/Sub relationships. Shit ton of kinks. I'm disgusted with myself but not really.

Mugen's eyes fluttered open, vision disoriented as he tried to regain some balance in his spinning world. He fell forward, shaken out of his sleep by the snatching of chains around his wrists. He slowly pulled himself upright, joints and muscles aching beyond comprehension. Had he been drugged?

He looked down, noting the rubber mat beneath his knees. His clothes had been removed and suddenly, his memories rushed him.

He wasn't drugged. He was drunk.

And he had just agreed to something that he probably wouldn't have if he was sober.

"You're awake."

He looked up to see Shima enter the dark colored room. The blackout curtains were pulled shut and the walls were a dark, navy blue. He could make out a few toys and trinkets lining the shelves on the wall and a bed near the corner. His eyes traveled back to the mob boss as he sat in the chair in front of him. Through somewhere in his alcohol muddled mind, he was amused.

"Quite the party ya got goin' on, Pinky."

Shima smiled sweetly at him, but there's a malicious look in his eyes. "Hn. Maybe I should have put a muzzle on you after all." he said, laying his cane across his lap. Mugen's amusement rises as the younger man pulls a red piece of satin cloth from his pocket. He doesn't look away, curious as to what's in store for him.

"You will not speak unless addressed. You do not so much as breathe without my say so. Follow the rules like a good boy and you'll be rewarded by the end of it all. Do you understand?"

Mugen nodded. This isn't a new scene for him. For either of them. Mugen knows how to play this game, and the thought of it sends tingles up his spine. His length twitches between his thighs and he's suddenly aware of his excitement.

Shima smiled, this time a bit less venomously.

"Come here, my love."

Mugen is confused for a moment. For one, he couldn't move to come forward even if he wanted to. Secondly, Shima had never addressed them this way---not even in their scenes. During the momentary silence, however, he hears shuffling from the corner.

Beryl eyes unframed.

Pale skin draped by only the sheer cloth of a short, black robe that dipped down into a 'V' at the chest, showing off that delicious collarbone and a few moles peppering nearly perfect skin.

Smooth, long, clean shaven legs gracefully moving towards him.

Mugen's eyes widened when Yukio rose from the bed and padded over to Shima as he was told, skin flushed and cheeks rosy. He had a gleaming look in his eye, pink lips parted as his breathing labored a bit. He kneels next to his husband and Shima begins to card his fingers through his disheveled brown locks.

"What do you think of the pet that I brought you, love? Does he suit your needs?"

Yukio shifts his gaze to Mugen, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"He's a bit of a yappy mutt..." he began, voice timid and quiet. "But he'll do splendidly. Thank you, Daddy." Shima pet him, earning a purr from his lover. "I'm glad. Now..." He said, running his fingers beneath Yukio's chin to tilt his head up at him.

"Are you ready to play, my sweet boy?"

Yukio whined, but nodded nonetheless. It was taking him a great bit of patience to keep himself still but if it pleased lover, he would do as he was told. He was confident in his movement, yes, but the truth was that he held no more power than Mugen did at the moment, bound by the word of his dominant.