The Promise and the Threat

Co-written with Aya

A/N: We really enjoy knowing that everyone is having a good time reading about Ruka and Suke. As a reward for being such wonderful loyal readers this far in without any smut at all, this chapter Ruka gets his chance. Though just because Akira is home safe and Daisuike is recovering doesn't mean that things will continue to go smoothly. Fujimaru is still out there . . .


Ruka sighed as he headed towards Daisuike's room. Hayate was in surgery and Jiro had went to call his family. He’d stayed with Reiko until they had gotten her situated and he had been told to leave since they had to look her over. Not like he wanted to stay and watch them strip her anyways. Rolling his eyes he knocked gently on the door before entering. He hadn't seen Daisuike in a few hours and hoped he was still there.

What greeted him shocked him. And then he laughed. It was a horrible thing to be laughing at a person who nearly died the previous day and was restrained to a hospital bed but the oddity of it got to him as well as everything else.

Approaching the bed he couldn't stop smirking, "Sorry- Sorry, I can't help it. It's just. . . Why do they get to tie you to a bed and I don't? Can we take them home once you're released?"

Part of Daisuike was overjoyed to see Ruka the other part was horrified that Ruka was seeing him like this. He kept his face expressionless not even sure how to respond. He went back to staring at the ceiling.

"Is Akira safe?"

"Yes and they're cleaning him up right now. He didn't look too bad at all either." He smiled at Daisuike. Sure Akira was definitely roughed up but he was in damn good shape compared to Daisuike and Hayate at this point. Moving to sit next to him on the bed he reached over taking hold of his face and kissing him letting all his fears and anxieties melt away with the taste of his Ouji-sama.

"Now how are you going to make this up to me?" At Daisuike's confused look he smirked, "You were tied up to a bed by someone who wasn't me. I don't think that's quite fair. . ." There was a slight purr and promise on his voice and he wanted Suke to recover as quickly as possible so he could just cuddle with him.

Daisuike blinked up at Ruka for a moment before turning away. Akira was safe, that was all that mattered.

"Stupid . . . " He muttered. "Should have moved faster. Damn Jiro."

He'd asked every nurse who'd come in to take the restraints off and they had all just smiled sweetly and shook their heads. He looked back up at Ruka.

"Will you take them off please. They are starting to hurt"

"You promise not to try and run off?" Ruka sounded serious. He didn't want Daisuike doing something stupid and for some reason he had a feeling that he was going to do just that. Touching Daisuike's hair lightly Ruka looked down into those unreadable dark eyes.

"Swear to me you won't run off Daisuike. Don't ever leave me with the fear of not knowing if you are alive or not." Ruka had seen far too many things in the past two days and it scared him. He didn't want to lose this person. This person he loved so much that it hurt to be without him.

The look in Ruka's eyes tore at Daisuike's resolve. Akira was safe. He didn't really have any reason to leave other than his own stubborn pride. He sighed, finally letting go of the tension inside him. His smile was soft, barely there.

"I promise. Where would I go? You are here."

Ruka smiled kissing Daisuike slowly before pulling back and unstrapping his ankles and wrists. He'd let the orderlies know that Daisuike didn't need to be restrained any longer, but first he wanted to be with Suke for a while. Stroking Suke's face and hair he smiled softly happy that he was able to be with him again.

Taking a hold of his wrists he slowly started to massage them to help get the feeling back into them. "Looks like we won't be using restraints for a while. . . " He murmured softly almost pouting. Leaning down he gently kissed his hands smiling unable to stop the grin on his face.

"I'm just happy everything is okay now. . ." Though there were going to be a long haul for recovery for everyone.

Once he'd made sure that Hayate was stabilized Jiro went to see Daisuike. He wasn't sure what kind of reception he was going to get after this morning. He took a deep breath and after a short knock on the door slid it open.

Daisuike was sitting up in the bed, Ruka sitting on it with him. Daisuike stiffened immediately seeing Jiro the soft smile gone his face suddenly emotionless. His eyes narrowed getting impossibly darker.

"What do you want?"

Ruka stared at Daisuike shocked at his cold demeanor towards Jiro. Why was he being an ass towards him? Narrowing his eyes he frowned smacking Daisuike's hand.

"He's coming to check to see how you are! What else! He's your brother after all!"

Ruka really didn't understand why Daisuike was acting this way towards Jiro at all and it hurt him to see him do it.

Daisuike jerked, startled by the slap and turned to look at Ruka perplexed.

"It's fine Ruka. His pissed at me because I threatened him earlier when he was trying to leave. You were being very stupid Daisuike."

Daisuike turned his eyes murderous as he glared at Jiro, his cheeks flushed. Jiro felt bad, but it was the truth whether Daisuike wanted to hear it or not.

"I just wanted to let you know that we got Akira back just fine. Ruka was a tremendous help. Hayate did get hurt but he should make a full recovery. He'll be out before you actually. Your stupid stunt this morning cost you several days, maybe a week even."

"Daisuike!" Ruka stared at horror at him to learn this news. When had this happened? When he had left? How could he have done something like that? It hurt to know that he had injured himself even worse.

"How could you do something so stupid Daisuike? You could have seriously injured yourself more!" Ruka's voice was more worried and panicked than angry and he wasn't sure what to do with himself. Fidgeting unsure before he looked at Daisuike then took his hand hanging his head holding the hand to him.

"Don't worry me like this. . ."

Daisuike jerked his hand out of Ruka's grip his anger getting the better of him. "What did you expect me to do, just lay here while that . . . that freak hurt my brother? You don't . . . you don't have any idea what-"

Daisuike had to stop his voice breaking slightly. All he could see was Fujimaru's sneering face, hear that horrid laughter when he been unable to keep from screaming any longer. He clenched his fists, eyes squeezed tight shut as he forced himself to remain calm. It took him several moments, but he finally regained a tenuous hold on himself, but he felt like he might fly apart at any moment.

Ruka stared at Daisuike for a moment before looking away. Shifting so he was facing the door he looked at the wall for a minute trying not break apart. Licking his lips he finally spoke, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"No, I wouldn't know what it's like. I don't have a family. That's why I would expect you to listen to everyone around you and let them take care of things unless you planned to get yourself and your family member killed. It was a very selfish and stupid thing you did Daisuike."

Moving off the bed he stepped towards the door, pausing for a moment before looking back.

"You're just lucky enough to have a family and people around you love you enough to stop you from doing those stupid and selfish things." Turning away he kept his head down as he stepped around Jiro.

"I'm going to go check on Hime-chan. . ."

Daisuike stared after Ruka the sudden sharp ache in his chest almost too much to take. He slumped back against the pillows letting his chin drop to his chest. He didn't look up as Jiro spoke.

"I'll be back to check on you later."

Hearing the door slide shut, Daisuike pulled his knees up to his chest, almost welcoming the pain as the various wounds pulled. He waited a few moments before he let his control go, unable and unwilling to hold back the torrent of emotions any longer.


Jiro quietly slipped into Reiko's room seeing Ruka standing near the bed. Walking over to Ruka, Jiro touched his shoulder lightly.

"When you get a chance I'd like to talk to you."

Ruka turned his head looking at Jiro. He slowly nodded looking back at Reiko trying to smile.

"Ne, when all the tests are done do you want me to get you some real food?" When Reiko didn't respond to him he sighed. It had been like that the entire time. Trying one last he smiled more.

"Ne! What about I see if I can sneak you into Akira's room? Or sneak Akira in here?" Ruka grinned as he saw her body twitch slightly and then a single sharp nod. "Alright then, I'll go make plans. Be a good girl and do as they say."

Turning his head he nodded at Jiro, his smile and cheerfulness gone. "Let's go get some coffee." He turned and headed out of the room looking for a vending machine.

"Coffee sounds very good actually." Jiro was beginning to get a pounding headache and dealing with emotionally distraught teenagers was not helping. Once they each had a coffee, Jiro directed Ruka to a small waiting area that was a bit secluded.

"I'll make sure Akira is near Reiko. And Ruka . . . thank you. For everything. I am very sorry you got involved in this whole mess. Daisuike . . . he-his pride was hurt and his sense of honor is such that he felt he had to do something, no matter how badly he was hurt. I know he cares very much for you Ruka. He's never attached himself to anyone the way he has to you." Jiro paused sipping his coffee. He wasn't used to these types of conversations, but he felt the need to help Ruka understand Daisuike's view point, even if Jiro himself didn't agree with it.

Ruka slowly sipped the coffee letting Jiro's words fully sink in. He understood partially the need to protect those dear to ones self, but at the same time he didn't understand how he could try and risk his own life as well as Akira's. There were too many things that could've gone wrong. He was far too wounded and could barely stand. Now he was hurt worse and would be in the hospital longer.

"I. . . understand why he would feel he had to do something like that, but that doesn't mean I agree with it." He took another slow sip trying to gather his thoughts about it all. To risk it all for family? It was something Ruka didn't fully understand. The idea of family was still too far out of reach for him.

Jiro shook his head. "I didn't agree with it either, which is why I had him restrained. We'd already nearly lost him, I wasn't about to let him commit suicide by trying to go after Fujimaru in his condition. He is very close to Akira . . . we all look out for the little idiot, but he feels especially protective of him." Jiro took another sip of his rapidly cooling coffee. "Our mother . . . fucking woman is nuts, anyway I'll just say that by the time Akira came along our home life was a cold dismal hell. We all failed Akira and want to make it up to him any way we can. Daisuike especially so."

Ruka nodded listening. Daisuike had mentioned his mother once or twice but it was barely much. He never wanted to pry since he understood it was painful. Taking a long drink of his coffee he realized he wanted alcohol. Lots of alcohol. Sex would have been nice but Daisuike was definitely in no shape. Though first he probably should make up with him.

Sighing he looked at Jiro, "I understand. . . I too wanted him restrained after he started screaming about needing to save Akira. I knew he would try something, but. . . I didn't realize just how strong his will was to protect him."

Rubbing his temple he realized there was blood on his shirt. Probably from Reiko. Making a small dissatisfied noise he looked at Jiro again, "I should probably go check on Daisuike and talk with him. I shouldn't have scolded him so hard. Would you mind checking on Reiko again? I'm honestly a bit worried about her. Fucking insane girl. . ."

Jiro chuckled softly. "Not a bad idea. I'll make sure to bring Akira with me when I do. Call me if you need anything." He looked at Ruka, his eyes earnest. "I'm really glad Daisuike met you Ruka."

Ruka smiled as he stood, "You have no idea how much that makes me happy to hear." He downed the rest of his coffee before grabbing another one on the way out as he headed to Daisuike's room. He had an apology to admit. Plus he hoped the promise of rum and coke when he was out of the hospital helped too.

***

Reiko stared at the wall tugging at the wristband a bit as the nurses finally left her alone for the tenth time. Every time they came in they tried to get her to acknowledge them but guilt was eating her alive and she wondered just how much more she could fuck up and get them all hurt. Looking at her hand she shuddered still able to see Hayate's blood on it, panic rose up in her and she curled into a ball wanting to block it all out.

After getting Akira, who'd been cleared by the doctors, Jiro headed straight for Reiko's room. He knew she had to be completely freaked out having seen Hayate get stabbed. It was still freaking him out, that odd breathless feeling washing over him every so often. Hayate was a very good friend and it had just been too emotional the last couple of days. It was getting harder and harder to keep himself in check, but he would. He had to, everyone was counting on him. He slid the door open ushering Akira in hoping he could cheer her up.

Hearing the door slide open Reiko didn’t move, if she ignored them they usually went away. She glanced sidelong and turned surprised to see Akira and Jiro step inside the room. At first she wasn't sure what to do. After all she had caused would Jiro be angry with her? Would Akira hate her? She had nearly gotten them both killed along with Hayate and Daisuike.

Slowly she turned her face away towards the window hugging her legs to her chest tighter, her chin on her knees. She was probably a sight anyways, not like Akira would want to see that. Reiko had heard the nurses murmuring about the bruises and cuts, her appearance wasn't the best and she knew it.

Akira frowned as Reiko turned away from them. Walking over he sat on the bed and lightly touched her arm. He knew she was probably blaming herself for something she had no control over-again. He would still shake from time to time thinking about everything that had happened. He shoved it out of his mind. He couldn't think about it, or he'd fall apart. He looked down at the bandages on his arms trying not to think too much.

"I'm glad you are safe Reiko. You scared the shit out of me earlier."

***

Daisuike stood at the window staring outside. Dusk was slowly settling in, the lights of the city gradually coming on. Ruka's words echoed in his head. He hadn't thought he was being selfish wanting to go after Fujimaru, but now that he was more clearheaded he could see that it had been a very stupid idea. He didn't want to upset Ruka, but he'd done just that.

He placed a hand on the glass as a wave of dizziness assailed him. Stupid and selfish, that was what Ruka had called him. Those were two words he'd hoped, tried, struggled to never have said about him. He didn't want to be what his mother had tried to make him, but it seemed he was failing. To have Ruka, the one person outside of his family that he cared about more than anything, say that to him hurt more than anything Fujimaru had done to him. He reached up wiping at a stray tear, silently furious with himself for loosing control.

He would have to try harder, he just wasn't sure what to do or what he needed to change. He just knew he never wanted to see that look on Ruka's face again or hear him say those kinds of things. He didn't want to do anything to hurt Ruka and if it meant being more careful at work he'd be more careful. Although that hadn't worked out so well yesterday.

***

Reiko flinched slightly at Akira's words and touch. Great, now she felt like shit for worrying him and his sympathy wasn't helping. She was just a one giant fuck up wasn't she? Curling up tighter she pressed her cheek against her leg even if it hurt like a bitch. It was at least something to distract her idiocy.

"I'm sorry."

For some reason those words were the final straw and she couldn't keep it back anymore, "I'm sorry. . . It's my fault- I- . . . I'm so sorry. . ." Feeling tears starting to well up she clenched her nails into her leg trying to stop herself from crying. That was the last thing she needed.

Akira panicked not sure what to do as Reiko started crying. He looked up at Jiro who just shrugged, not knowing what to do either.

"Why are you sorry Reiko? You saved my life." Akira didn't know how to comfort her or what to say. "Jiro told me that you are the one who found out where I was. If you hadn't come then . . . they were going to do . . . something to show Jiro they were serious. You saved my life Reiko." Akira shuddered remembering the men trying to decide what they wanted to do. "Please don't be sorry Reiko."

"You wouldn't have been there in the first place if I hadn't fucked up!" She snapped at him her eyes burning as she glared at him. "It's my fault that Daisuike almost died, it's my fault you were kidnapped and it's my own damn fault Hayate was stabbed! It's all my fucking fault!"

Reiko was shaking trying to get a hold of her emotions but it was hard. There wasn't a time that she remembered that she had gone off on Akira like this and it hurt but him trying to reassure her that everything was okay wasn't helping. How was any of this okay? Daisuike was horribly injured. Hayate had been stabbed and Akira could have been killed. Hell, she’d come close to being killed herself. Why was he trying to comfort her?

Akira stared at her for a moment shocked. Then his eyes narrowed. "Did you hurt Suke? Are you the one who stabbed Hayate! No! You're not, so stop acting like the victim about this whole situation."

Reiko stared at Akira for a long moment before clenching her fists. The victim? How the hell was she playing the victim!? Digging her nails in harder she felt oddly calm her voice deceptively level, even in her own ears.

"I am the one who ordered the shipment blocked and taken and that was their objective so it was my fault." Turning her head away she looked towards the window.

"Get out."

***

Knocking softly, Ruka slipped into the dark room muttering a quiet ‘excuse me’ in case Daisuike was sleeping. Seeing the dark silhouette against the window he paused then looked at the empty bed. His heart seemed to jump up into his throat and the next thing he knew he had a hold of Daisuike.

"What are you doing out of bed! You need to be resting! You could seriously injure yourself again Ouji-sama!" Panic flooded Ruka and he carefully but forcefully dragged Daisuike back to the bed laying him down.

"What am I going to do with you? Do I have to strap you down?"

Daisuike didn't resist as Ruka made him lay back down. He was starting to hurt all over and realized he'd been standing at the window far longer than he'd intended. He really was stupid wasn't he. Trying to fight those guys yesterday, thinking he'd be able to help rescue Akira today, he was just so stupid. Stupid and selfish.

Once Ruka settled Daisuike in he smiled at him leaning close to brush his lips against the soft cheek, "I'm sorry about what I said." Ruka sat as close to his side as possible smiling sadly at him, "I just- . . . I don't understand what it's like to have a family and the burning desire to protect them even at the risk of my own life." He hung his head, playing with the blanket.

"I shouldn't have said what I did. You aren't selfish Daisuike. Granted what you did wasn't the smartest but it's very admirable."

Daisuike shook his head. There was no way he could help Ruka understand why he'd been so scared for Akira. Akira was tough but there was no way he’d have survived that kind of treatment.

"I'm sorry Ruka. I just . . . after what Fuji-" The name got stuck in his throat and he swallowed clutching the sheet closing his eyes against the images that wanted to replay in his mind. There was no way he could let Akira suffer like that. Akira had suffered enough already. His voice was hoarse when he could finally speak again. "I failed Akira when we were younger . . .I failed him so bad . . . so bad and he's suffered ever since."

Ruka smiled sadly at Daisuike stroking his cheek softly, "Shh, it's okay. I'm sure Akira doesn't blame you." He wasn't sure what to do to comfort Daisuike. He didn't have siblings and the only person like family to him was Sono.

Crawling closer he laid next to Daisuike holding him, "It'll be okay. Akira is safe now and if you really feel you failed him you can make it up to him once you're better. . ."

Daisuike turned slightly so that he could bury his face against Ruka. It would take too long to explain how he'd failed Akira and he didn't want to talk about it right now. He just wanted to enjoy being near Ruka. His last though the day before had been how he was going to die without seeing Ruka again and he still remembered the hollow empty feeling he'd had.

"Itai . . . why does everything have to hurt!" He whined trying to distract himself from thinking about Fujimaru.

***

"I'm not leaving Reiko. I'm not going to let you blame yourself for this. I heard them talking Reiko. Fujimaru has joined the Fudoka. He was supposed to kill Daisuike as part of his initiation. As far as the whole thing with the shipment, there wasn't much you could have done different was there?" Akira was not going to back down about this. There was no way he was letting her blame herself for this situation.

Reiko flinched slightly hearing the new information. It didn't stop the knowledge that she had helped cause all of this. If she hadn't taken that stupid shipment Akira would've been fine and Hayate would have never been stabbed. If she hadn't gone after Fujimaru Hayate would have never gone down there to help her and then he wouldn't have been so hurt.

She could still feel the blood on her hands, feeling that sticky warm substance on her hands and being completely helpless. The thought of being trapped under someone bleeding to death in ones arms didn't just go away overnight.

"Get out." When she heard him about to protest again she snapped again, "Fine!" Jerking around she ripped the I.V out without thinking ignoring the searing pain as she stood walking towards the door.

"I'll leave."

Jiro stepped forward blocking her path. He looked down at her his face impassive. "I didn't take you for the self pitying kind Reiko. We all have to live with the decisions we've made. I was the one who hired Fujimaru . . . how do you think that makes me feel? Do I wish I could go back and change that, of course I do, but I can't. You did what Daisuike asked you to do. If you want to blame yourself and wallow in your self pity go right ahead, but it really doesn't become you Reiko."

Reiko glared up at Jiro, her resolve wavering. She knew she couldn't change it. It's why it hurt so badly. Daisuike may have asked her to do it, but it didn't change the fact that she fucked up. Clenching her fists she glared at Jiro fighting back the tears.

"And being a complete asshole suits you just perfectly Jiro." Her voice was dark even if she was on the verge of crying. She wouldn't cry with him there though. No she'd keep it inside until it ate her alive. Then she'd let it out in rage.

"I'm sick and tired of you and everyone else telling me how I'm suppose be to be! I'm sick of it! Just get out!" Turning on her heels she walked back towards the bed having forgotten Akira was there for a split second, having let the tears flow freely. Staring in shock she stared at him trying to pull it all back in but she felt herself cracking slowly and completely.

Akira wiped the shocked expression from his face. Reiko was hurting and that was all that mattered. He just didn't know how to take away the pain or make anything better. He slid off the bed walking over to her.

"It's okay to cry Reiko. It's been a horrible couple of days and you have every right to be upset." His own resolve not to cry was weakening seeing her so upset. He hated it and would do anything he could think of to make her feel better.

Seeing Akira holding back his own sorrow and pain cracked whatever was left of Reiko's determination and she closed the distance letting it go. Gripping the front of his shirt she buried her face against him sobbing. Unable to hold herself up any longer she stumbled to her knees dragging Akira down with her just clinging to him and giving up any facade that it was okay to be brave, to be strong and to hold it together. All her fears and guilt seemed to pour out as she let go fully.

***

Ruka chuckled softly stroking Suke's hair enjoying the way he felt against him. Why did this beautiful man make him so crazy? Even laid up in the hospital as wounded as he was, he was still beautiful.

"Well, that's what happens when you nearly die. Though. . ." A smirk crossed his lips, "I have an idea on how to make you feel somewhat better." Sliding his fingers out of the soft hair he let them lightly run down Daisuike’s arm slipping under the covers. He slowly started to stroke Daisuike's hip through the thin fabric. He could clearly feel the contour of Daisuike’s hip, and shoved down the impulse that threatened. That would have to wait.

"Ne. . . Does this hurt?" He breathed huskily against Daisuike's ear, licking it softly wanting to bring him pleasure and not pain.

Daisuike pulled Ruka closer shaking his head slightly. It felt nice. Comforting even, though he wished he didn't hurt so much. Ruka's touches had a way of making him go a little crazy, but he knew if he moved too much the wounds would open again. Damn Fujimaru! He was going to strangle the bastard, though he figured Jiro already had. He just wanted the pain to go away.

Ruka grinned liking that he had a very meek Ouji-sama in his arms. Breathing softly into his ear again he smirked as he spoke, "Let's run a test, ne? Let's see how well you can hold still and not set the machines off."

With those soft words he slipped his hand inside the hospital yukata stroking the silken skin as gently as possible, making sure he didn't touch any spot that would cause Daisuike pain. He could feel the rough edge of a bandage and made sure not to move any farther up his stomach.

Ruka smiled as Daisuike pressed his head against his chest, the soft whine warming his skin. Ruka slid his hand along his hip bone feeling the muscles quiver under his hand, another sibilant whine coming from lush lips. A little sigh escaped him as his fingers found Daisuike already hardening, it was gratifying in a way. He wanted to make Daisuike feel good and this was the only way he knew how to help hide the pain. Hopefully Daisuike didn't move too much or else he'd end up hurting himself.

"Remember. . ." He smirked letting out a soft sigh into his ear as he took Daisuike into his hand starting to stroke him. "You gotta stay still. . ."

Dasiuike gasped, his fingers tightening on Ruka's shirt. He was not going to be able to hold still, but he had too. Part of him could scarcely believe Ruka was doing this while he was laying in the hospital looking like a human sized pin cushion.

"God Ruka! I can't-"

Slowly stopping his pumping, Ruka brought his lips against Suke's throat. "Are you sure you really want me to stop?" Then a wicked thought came to his mind, "Maybe I should use the restraints. . ." Licking his lips he pulled back grinning at Suke, "Think that'd keep you still?"

"Ruka!" Daisuike chided pulling back to look at him. The passion in Ruka's eyes made him blink and he felt himself blushing. Why could a simple look from this man render him so totally helpless? He laid his head back down not really wanting the restraints back on.

"If that is what you want to do."

"Mmm, I really want to make you scream and to take you hard back in my bedroom, but I think just making you come in the hospital will have to do, ne?" He grinned holding Suke against him as he pumped him slowly, almost a teasing pace.

Daisuike shivered, biting his lip to keep from moaning. Why did Ruka insist on torturing him like this? At least it was pleasure and not pain. He'd had enough pain to last him a long time after yesterday. He could heart the heart monitor speeding up, keeping pace with his pulse. Stupid machine. Why couldn't they let him go home to recover?

Ruka grinned moving to the heart monitor and turned it off, his other hand not stopping what it was doing, "I think the machine might rat us out if we keep it on." Smirking he leaned down to Suke's neck nipping and sucking at it as he switched hands so he could reach down and caress his balls lightly. Hearing Suke's whines Ruka moaned himself.

"God, you're making this very difficult for me. You have no idea how much I want to just bury myself in you. Or at least come with you. . ."

Daisuike was panting trying his best to not move but he needed to move. He settled for clenching and unclenching his fingers. That quickly wasn't enough to quell the desire to lift his hips and he let out a frustrated groan.

"S-stop talking like that Ruka . . . you're already torturing me enough."

Ruka sat back and quickly lowered the bed so that Daisuike was laying down. Swiftly getting on to the bed he straddled those narrow hips. "Mmm, I think the restraints will be necessary." With an evil gleam in his eyes, Ruka reached out taking the restrains attached to the bed taking hold of one of Suke's wrists and latching it. He quickly did the other one making sure he was gentle as possible.

"God. . . I am so doing this when we get home Ouji-sama. . ." He chuckled darkly as he shifted downwards settling between Suke's legs, pulling the blanket over him more. If someone walked in, he wanted Suke to have some privacy, even if they knew what was going on. Shoving the fabric out of his way he smiled to himself. Ruka slowly took Daisuike into his mouth sucking softly as he continued to play with his other hand.

Daisuike tried to bite back the startled yelp as he felt Ruka's mouth on him. He tensed against the restraints feeling the stitches on his arm and chest pull. It added a layer of pain to the pleasure Ruka was giving him making tingles race over his skin. Heat was building so rapidly he wasn't sure what he was going to do.

Ruka smirked staring upwards at his beautiful lover loving the sight of him tensing and arching backwards. He wanted to do so much but knew they'd have to wait. He needed to end this quickly even if the thought made him sad. Slowly sliding him out of his mouth he continued to stroke him licking him gently. With a smirk, he murmured against Daisuike's erection, "Mmm, Ouji-sama. Just think; someone could walk in on us at any moment. Wouldn't that be a sight to see?" Pulling back fully he moved to lay next to him again kissing his lips.

"Come for me Ouji-sama. . ."

Ruka's soft command sent Daisuike over the edge, his whole body jerking as he came. He moaned against Ruka's lips his eyes tight shut as he struggled to keep from moving too much as the sensation swept through him in waves.

Ruka groaned softly pushing him through gently squeezing every last pleasurable feeling he could out of him. Kissing his cheeks and jaw lightly he sighed. He was definitely turned on himself and he wanted nothing more than to get off, but it would be too risky.

Kissing him again he pulled away to clean up his hand and to get some tissues for Daisuike. Grinning he came back cleaning up his lover kissing him the entire time. Once done he moved and adjusted Daisuike's yukata back to normal before curling up with him.

"You're not hurt, are you?" He was honestly worried. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt him more. It had been fun to watch that gorgeous face as he came, but not if it hurt him.

Slowly opening his eyes, Daisuike shook his head a playful smile on his lips. "I don't heal that quickly even if you do have magic hands. But no, I'm not hurting."

"Mmm, some people believe sex cures colds, so why can't a handjob help heal your wounds?" He grinned nuzzling against Suke, "I'm glad you aren't hurting though. Ne, Ouji-sama? When they release you would you like to come and stay with me for a while? It would be easier on you. You're going to need a bed and I know you usually sleep on a futon."

Really Ruka just wanted Suke with him as long as possible. He didn't want to let him go now that he had him.

Smiling at the warmth that seemed to radiate around him Daisuike nodded sleepily. The thought of staying with Ruka for a while sent a slight shiver of anticipation through him. Any way he could get to spend more time with Ruka, he would take it. Nothing, no one had ever made him feel so content and happy. He closed his eyes laying his head against Ruka's shoulder. "Hai, I would like that very much."

Ruka smiled putting a hand on Suke's head, stroking his hair and pulling him just a bit closer. Kissing his hair he smiled unable to stop, "Just rest then okay? The sooner you get better the sooner we can go home and I can have my way with you."

He grinned wondering if he was going to get scolded.

Daisuike couldn't be bothered to make a retort to Ruka's comment. Right now he'd let Ruka do whatever he wanted. That thought was very tantalizing actually. Though it seemed that Ruka was used to doing whatever it was that he wanted. Which didn't really bother him, it just took a little getting used to. Suke was going to ask him to take off the restraints but was sleep before he could fully even think about it.