Red Yellow Green

A.N. You all know the warnings...All Characters are Mine and Eumeilas so do not use. We like them the way they are. I have the next TWO chapters and they have already been corrected by a Beta so if you want more of this story... review...and I'll get the hint and you all will get the next chapter. Sound Fair?

Chapter 1
Roll the Die…


It was his birthday tomorrow.

The NightMare King, Roh, couldn’t have been more excited. Earlier in the week, he’d gotten his Lover, Rebel to agree to whatever he wanted for his birthday.

The young man couldn’t have set himself up for deeper trouble.

Roh was already prepared, an entire room dedicated to the beginning of his little ‘trap’ and the entire house for the rest. He’d even gotten Kas, their daughter, to leave with Stravos and Kazimierez; rather gladly mind you, once Roh showed her the list of things he and Rebel would be doing.

He stood proudly before the door to his ‘red chamber’ and a large, sharp-toothed smile crossed his face.

Now, he had to wait until tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Oh, screw it, he wanted to open his present early.

“Rebel?!” He bellowed throughout the house, “Would you come here for a minute?! I’ve got my birthday present to open and you need to be here for it!”

He already held the cuffs behind his back, leaning inconspicuously against the door as he waited for Rebel and the chance to pounce.

Rebel had the sinking feeling in his stomach when he heard that Kas would be going to Gaberials for the night and Roh calling to him that he was in more trouble then he bargained for.

Rebel wiped his hands on a dish towel and exited the kitchen. Roh cooked and Rebel did the dishes. He walked down the hallway, his swagger and arrogance still apparent despite his rather calmed persona. He was Rebellion afterall.

Well Peace too but hell he just loved Rebelling.

He saw Roh and grinned at him, his red hair sticking up at random ends and stopped in front of him. His hazel eyes snapping green then settling on blue, all changing right in front of Roh, tomorrow was his Lover’s birthday and Rebel wondered what they were going to be doing together. Motorcycle? Or something boring like ballet? “What’d ya get for your birthday Hot Stuff? A pony?”

An’ He had no idea…

Like the snake he was, Roh struck fast and gracefully, spinning Rebel around and pinning him to the door, hooking the redhead’s hands behind him so that Roh could secure metal handcuffs to his wrists and purr into his ear: “I’ve received a lot of new toys to play with for my birthday, Rebel… and I really want you to play along too.”

He reached for the door handle and twisted it, opening the door with a push and leading the cuffed Rebel inside. The room was decked for all sorts of kinky sex games and Roh couldn’t help but purr happily at the sight of some of them: “By the way, oh Rebellious one, do you have your iPod on you? I’d like to put some tunes on later for us to ‘dance’ to.”

He was far to seductive for his own good, like Sex had been molded into a giant, lickable lollypop and Roh was all too willing to spend his time seeing how many licks it took to get to the center.

“I have our day, our night and the next day, all planned out, Rebel. So you’d best be ready to beg.”

He knew Rebel didn’t beg… but during one of their acts, Roh was POSITIVE he’d get the redhead to cry out for release.

As soon as Rebel felt his hands being put behind his back he leaned his head back to snap at Roh’s neck, his leg shooting backwards to meet empty air. His Lover was too fast. He warily allowed himself to be allowed into Roh’s ‘room…’

“Fuck no.” He stated, looking at all the toys, most of which he didn’t know what they were –for- much less where they went. He did relax at the mention of his iPod, that meant that he wouldn’t have to be subjected to the acts. “Yeah, its in my back pocket.” He said, suddenly wishing that it wasn’t in that particular area.

Then he realized…

/Ah Fuck Me…/

/Literally/

He had promised that he’d do anything for Roh’s birthday and he was a man of his word. “I am NOT wearing a dress!” He yelled, squirming a bit as they neared the toys. “You’re serious about this? This is what you want for your birthday? Not a ballet thing or something aristocratic like that?”

Though he realized something, the more he pressed backwards against Roh, the harder he felt his Lover’s erection pressed against him, which always made his throat go dry.

/Damn/

He’d do anything for the NightMare, he just didn’t want to give the man that knowledge…

Anything being Kinky Sex Acts…

/Fuck/

The first thing he did was to take out Rebel’s treasured iPod, and set it aside on a table near the door, so that it wouldn’t break during their passionate acts. After he’d grabbed the music device, Roh took a good clean look at Rebel’s backside and ran a hand along his firm rear, shifting it along his thigh and then taking it away before he reached the front of his jeans.

“Don’t worry. I took your past into deep and careful consideration when I planned this, and I’ll assure you: there is no crossdressing, there is nothing in this room that is whip-like, there will be no humiliation and whatever we do is kept on my private grounds, if somebody were to see you they’d be killed on spot for trespassing.” Roh replied honestly, one of his hands holding the chain between cuffs and using it to steer the redhead with.

“… have you never heard Kaito’s aristocrat joke, Rebel?” He added, utterly serious about such a thing as that. It was really a good joke, and long running too. A recount of sexual acts, very devious—and Kaito was running champion.

“Now, I’m just going to iterate extremely important things. You are safe. I will not to anything to harm you. There are three words you MUST remember. Red, yellow and green.” Roh began, turning Rebel around and locking eyes with him in another serious moment: “Repeat those for me, please? ‘Green’ means everything's fine, keep going, ‘yellow’ means slow down, you don't want the play to stop but what I’m doing is getting more intense than you can endure. You use this if you’re in any type of discomfort, from leg cramp to losing feeling in your fingers to pains caused by an item. Lastly is ‘red’, which is my signal to drop everything and STOP, because I’m hurting you.”

He was simply going through the verbal commands first, for he wasn’t ready to get into nonverbals just yet. Roh was still serious when he asked Rebel once again: “What are the safewords and what do each mean?”

Rebel had tried to arch forward when he felt Roh’s hand ghost the front of him and gritted his teeth when his hand was taken away. Roh always at –least- touched him before they started anything. Yet he heard the beginnings about crossdressing and humiliation and his proud face shadowed at the memory before he shoved it away. It was Roh’s birthday.

Safewords. The words he’s say if he got too uncomfortable with what Roh was trying out on him. “Green means its all good.” He muttered, eyeing the toys and shifting his hands in the handcuffs.

“Yellow means that you have to go slower…” He whispered, just in case Rebel thought that he was going to have a flashback or something like that…or if the items were hurting him, or Roh was accidentally hurting him.

“Red means that you have to stop…” Just in case the man did have a flashback, and in that case, Roh would have to stop and calm his Lover down…Rebel doubted that that would happen.

Rebel looked up and into Roh’s eyes and nodded with his cocky arrogant grin in place. “Guess its Green then huh?”


“Green. Good.” Roh shut the door behind him and locked it, wrapping his long, tongue around the key and swallowing it. He’d spit it back up or take out a spare when he was done. He led Rebel towards the middle of the room, a dais with a cushiony, furry surface (in black of course) sat there and Roh purred: “The first rule of my room is… no clothes. For both of us.”

He unclipped Rebel’s wrists and set the handcuffs aside on one of his tables, beckoning to Rebel with a finger as he sauntered backwards; sliding his hands down his chest and to the very last button on his shirt and sensually undid it, following suit as he sat back on the dais and bared his neck, slowly bringing his well-defined torso into view, before he slid his dress shirt off one shoulder, then the other and soon tossed it aside.

With a coy, dark smile he ran a hand across his stomach, and arched his back as he reached for the button of his pants, his hand smoothing across his thigh before creeping up to his zipper and tugging it down; then flicked open the button. Roh slid his pants down, over his hips and let them pool around his ankles, before he pulled one leg out and kicked them into Rebel’s face.

The NightMare King wore no underwear, he’d never found use for the stuff, and had bared his pale, masculine body as a faint scent rose into the air; the smell of lust and a bitch in heat (for when it became his birthday, Roh would hit heat; this was just the precursor to that). He tempted Rebel, crawling backwards onto the other side of the dais where he settled in such a pose, laying on his back with his hair pooling around his face, one hand absently above his head and the other resting on his lower stomach, where he was slowly growing hard under Rebel’s eyes.

“… Well, come on…” He half-purred and half-moaned for the redhead, eager to see Rebel’s body again and for the games to begin. His hand slipped off the edge and reached for something that clacked together in his grip, sounding like plastic hitting plastic. His hand went right back to his stomach, and he waited for Rebel to cast aside the shell that was clothing.

Rebel tried to appear disinterested, but it was apparent that he loved the strip tease that Roh had done for him, and at this point, he was going to gladly return the favor. He reached down to the hem of his white shirt and pulled it over his head, baring a bit of his tanned stomach before the white muscle shirt started. He then removed that annoy bit of material, baring a scarred chest to his Lover’s gaze proudly. He was scarred, and he was not ashamed to show Roh what he had survived, even the nastier looking ones.

He turned his back on Roh then, the tattoo that Roh gave him healed and snaking across his skin, marking him as Roh’s and Roh’s alone. He undid the zipper to his pants, but still refused to turn around as he moaned quietly; giving his Lover the assumption that he was stroking himself.

Which he wasn’t

Not yet.

He shimmied out of his tight pants, bending over as he did so, giving Roh the best view of Rebel bent over. He stood up and turned around then, palms up and at his sides. The classic gesture of take it or leave it, and Roh would take it and him he knew. He walked slowly over to Roh, eying the handcuffs before he crawled into the Dais and moved next to Roh to lean over him and kiss him. “Is that what you wanted Roh?” He whispered huskily, this wasn’t so bad, and God did Roh seem good.

“Badly.” Was his reply, as he closed his fist over the items on his stomach and laid them in the center of the dais. A pair of deep red dice, but without numbers or dots: one had an order (kiss, suck, fondle, lick, touch, ?) and the other had a body part (lips, above waist, neck, below waist ,?). Roh grinned perversely and purred at his Lover: “Care for a game, oh. Rebellious. One?” He murred wantonly.

“You roll the dice and do as they say, it’s as easy as that. The question mark is a wild card… Meaning you choose what you want.” He took them up in one hand and lounged on his side, tossing them out to the center of the dais again. “Let me show you…”

Roh’s roll came up: ‘Lick- Below Waist’. He sat up on his elbows and crawled forwards to Rebel, extending his tongue slowly and dragging it up the inside of the redhead’s thigh, just his tongue, because nothing else could be done, unless the dice roll had proclaimed it.

As he drew back, he settled back into another sexy pose and smiled charismatically: “Your turn, Re~bel…” He nearly moaned, memories of Rebel’s creative mind and sneaky tactics writhing about his head.

Rebel’s eyes snapped fire as he saw the dice and what Roh had rolled, yet he suppressed a moan when he felt his tongue on the inside of his thigh and almost grabbed him to put him where he wanted him.

But that would be cheating.

He picked up the die and rolled them, using Roh’s chest as a board and had to grin up at Roh when the dice landed.

Suck/Wild Card

Never put Rebel in a position where he could tease. He didn’t go near any body part that one would normally head for; instead he swung a leg up and straddled his Lover, leaning down to where one would thing that he was going to go after his nipple, or even move up to his lips, but instead.

Rebel moved farther north and took Roh’s earlobe between his lips and gently sucked on them, not moving from his perch as he placed his hands on Roh’s chest and after a very long moment he pulled back and sat up, grinning. “Interesting game, not sure why we need Safe Words Hot Stuff.” He teased, always egging Roh on in some way or another.

‘Wild Card- Above Waist’.

He chuckled lowly, he’d rolled free reign over anything above Rebel’s waist… the King took the time to think carefully about where he’d go next and then struck.

He bit.

Hard.

Into Rebel’s neck.

The King’s teeth sunk deep below the redhead’s skin, in the spot he’d bitten months and months before, the one spot that would send sparks of pleasure shooting through his body with every movement of his body. Roh pulled back too, after gnawing a bit, fangs elongated and a drip of fluid that wasn’t blood beaded and dripped off his tooth and fell to his tongue as he rested open-mouthed, a smear of blood painting his lips crimson.

It matched his eyes.

“This isn’t the entire game, Rebellious one. This is only scratching the surface.”

/Just you wait until later./

Rebel hissed and unintentionally dug his nails into Roh’s shoulder, but then again, Roh had to know that that was going to happen the minute he sunk fangs into the soft flesh that was Rebel’s neck, and his lower half ground down hard into the body that was below him.

When he regained enough of his sanity, the devilish gleam was back in his eyes, the one that promised that Rebel was going to get him back in the best way possible.

He rolled the die again.

He smirked, “These dice fixed Hot Stuff?” He asked a bit breathlessly as he slid farther down on his Lover.

Wild Card/Wild Card

“Two Wild Cards? It must be my lucky day…” He murred as he kept moving lower and lower. “Now there was something that drove you wild not that long ago…” He said thoughtfully, as if he couldn’t remember what he had done that had driven Roh up the wall. “Oh Yes…” He purred as he reached Roh’s erection and deep throated him.

Rebel had the gift that he had no gag reflex which was amazing considering how –large- Roh was and Rebel was able to accommodate all of him. He was going to give his Lover the best Blow Job he ever had and leave him just before…

He hit the top, and he would leave him there.

He would take all of Roh into his mouth and then down his throat and then pull his head back up, his jaws relaxed as he rested the head of Roh’s penis on his tongue, pressing the back of his tongue against the tip before he would move down again. Vary his pace, not allowing Roh to get used to a set tempo.

He was such a bastard.

Roh arched off the cushions, eyes shooting wide and then closing tightly as he fought to control the syrupy feeling pooling in his lower abdomen as Rebel drove him mad with the desire to use a damn safe word himself!

Not willing to let Rebel get away with his… magnificent skill at deep-throating. Roh reached for the dice, clenching his fist on them as another powerful wave of pleasure shot up his body and made him bite his lower lip to keep from making a noise.

His birthday was shaping up to be a fine, fine time.

He threw the dice and threw Rebel soon after, pinning him underneath his powerful form: “My turn, Rebel.”

‘Wild- Wild’ read the dice, and the gleam in his red eyes revealed that Roh was just about to show the redhead beneath him how ‘wild’ things got.

The King reached across the room with his tongue, grabbing a wax candle from a stand nearby, and a pack of matches after the candle was safely in one hand. He looked down at Rebel with eyes alight and set the candle on his chest, struck a match and lit the wick. As the candle burned, Roh picked it up…

And let hot wax drip over Rebel’s body, moving up and down his torso and legs, and even close by his erection.

Step two of his plan was already underway.

There was the briefest moment where Rebel had panic in his green eyes before he felt the first sting of hot wax as it landed on his stomach, making him hiss quietly and jerk away, causing the next drop to fall right on one unsuspecting nipple.

Soon though, he was craving the feel of the burning wax on his body and he wasn’t quite sure why and then through his haze he remembered that he was a masochist and loved it when pain and sex came close together.

There was no –way- Rebel was going to allow himself an orgasm, he wasn’t sure if that would considered winning or losing, a little of both. He grabbed the dice as he arched off the bed silently keening for just a little bit more, fighting to keep himself under control.

He rolled the dice, hoping to get something that would turn the tides.

‘Kiss/Lips’

“WHAT?” Rebel yelled at the dice, falling back with a groan, that was –not- what he wanted, not in the least bit. “God Damn…” He leaned up, grabbed ahold of the back of Roh’s head and pulled him in for what had to have been the most passionate kiss Rebel had ever given the man.

He was going to lose this game, he knew it. All it would take was a fleeting touch to his erection or a bite on his neck, or hell, if that wax came near his nipple again…

He’d lose it.

He rolled.

He laughed.

He picked the dice up and showed Rebel, eyes hotly staring into the other man’s as he revealed his winning roll.

‘Touch- Below Waist’.

Dark hair spilled over his shoulders as he blew out the candle with a single small puff and set it aside (for later use, of course…), brandishing a single finger to Rebel. His index finger. He licked said finger and lowered it down, down, down. Slowly pressing it against Rebel’s entrance. With a sharp, confident smile, Roh pushed his finger inside of his Lover and reached deep for his pleasure button.

“Can you… hold out, Rebel?” He doubted it, but the way he whispered it huskily was enough to make anybody orgasm on spot. Smoky and masculine, and that SCENT! The heady, lusty ‘red pheromone’ that was slowly thickening in the air, wrapping around senses and tickling libidos.

Rebel groaned, there was no way in hell that he’d be able to hold out, there was no way. He watched as Roh rolled the dice then showed them to him and his eyes widened. Tempted to call Roh a cheater, but Roh wouldn’t cheat, not when Rebel played fair.

He felt Roh’s finger invading and he pressed down, riding that one finger and once his pleasure spot had been hit and Roh asked if he could hold out, Rebel could only manage to shake his head…

Arch off the bed…

And hit his first orgasm of the night, his body twisting before he collapsed back on the bed and panted loudly. His eyes alight once he caught his breath enough to speak.

“Green?”

“We rest first, but thank you for using the safewords.” Roh purred, lounging back against the cushions, his erection hot and heavy and aching for release. “Maybe I should have explained the rules for winning first. It was basically when one of us went nuts and did something not in their roll. We did good for the first time around. Do you want to roll one more time and finish me off?”

The King rolled onto his back and stretched languidly, his length standing stiff from his body and it was obvious by the way he looked at Rebel and asked that it was causing the NightMare more than a little discomfort.

“Or do you just want to make up your roll and go with it?”

His eyes were searching around the room for the next toys he’d be using on Rebel, and Roh spotted the set easily. Perfect for a masochist like the redhead, but safe enough where he wouldn’t hurt from them. Maybe only be in the yellow.

He just had to wait for his own orgasm before trying anything else, wanting to be fresh for Rebel's boundless youth and stamina.

God, did he adore that man's stamina.

Well there was something that Rebel wanted to do that he hadn’t done yet…

Other than being on top

He’d never tasted Roh, not fully anyway.

“I’m just going to make it up.” He purred, rolling over to face his Lover, catching his lips and kissing him deeply before he kissed a trail downwards again, not kissing or licking anything other then down the center of Roh’s chest, just until his mouth was over Roh again and he licked the tip. “Now Lover…I am going to taste you at least once tonight…” He whispered, his breath hot over the sensitive skin.

“And if it is once, then let it be now.” He finished, his mouth back in place as he moved over and down on Roh, setting a pace that was quite literally mind blowing. He dug his nails into his Lover’s hips as he did so, silently giving him permission to move, he could take it, and how Rebel wished that he would.

He snarled and –hissed- in sheer pleasure, spine bowing upwards as he bucked his hips into Rebel’s mouth, eager for more of the tight, wet heat surrounding him, dragging him back towards the edge forcibly. His teeth gleamed as he bared them, fingers tangling in spiky red hair, purring as he came hard and thrust one last time to the back of Rebel’s throat.

He lay back afterwards, panting and drawing Rebel up to taste himself on the man’s lips, tongue fighting his for a combined taste of Rebel and Roh.

But, Roh couldn’t help but smirk as he and his Lover relaxed in his dark room of pleasure. For there was still so much planned for the rest of this day and tomorrow.

His birthday. (If he wasn't as cultured as he was, he'd have let loose a giddy laugh.)

Damn if he wasn’t excited and thrilled to have such an amazing partner.

For a man that had never been with another guy (and even before then he had only been with Tina and that was once, but shhhh…) Rebel caught on quick and pulled his head back just a bit so that he would have an easier time swallowing and allowed himself to be pulled up and kissed by Roh.

He was in a fighting for dominance mood, not that he’d ever actually be able to top Roh unless Roh was feeling uncharacteristically generous.

/Yeah Right/

At least the Rebellious one would be able to cross one thing off of his list.

It was a start.

He finally pulled back from the kiss and laid his head on Roh’s chest, giving himself some breathing time, smirking like the cat that had gotten the canary…or snake…either or.

“Mmm.” He purred again, “Hold on a second, I need to go check dinner.” He’d been making dinner too, in all honesty, for Roh was, for better or for worse, best working in the home. He was very accommodating but could be vicious and was always incredibly strong, which was why he made so much as a bouncer and as a host club employee before he’d met Rebel.

Even then, the first thing he’d done was fight the man to assert his dominance and prove his inhuman strength.

But now, with emotions and a heart and a home with his Lover and their pretty daughter (he was happy she accepted him and even more happy when she’d called him ‘Dad’, unlike how he felt for Piran and Sloane—though things were changing—who where his legitimate children), Roh felt good working in the home. Cooking and caring for his large manor estate, located far back in the woods, and fortified better than Fort Knox. (He’d picked up the phone book and spotted some guy named ‘Charlie’ who did security systems. Pretty damn well, too!)

So, Roh slipped off and let Rebel relax for a minute, sauntering out naked into his home to languidly check the roast and the rest of his dinner for two before he slipped back to the room and silently took the items he’d decided on earlier with him.

“… I’m back, oh Rebellious one.” He purred into Rebel’s ear, before lapping at the spot he’d bitten into and nipping at it again.

Yet, before Rebel could bite back or move, Roh was snapping bands around his thighs and securing bands around his wrists, tugging them tight so that Rebel’s hands were trapped flush against his sides, hands at his hips. “Next part…” He crooned and turned the redhead to face him, holding up a set of pseudo-diagonal shaped clips attached to each other by chain.

“These, Rebel are Japanese clover clamps…” He murred as he fixed them to Rebel’s nipples: “Know what they do?”

He tugged lightly on the chain and heard the resounding ‘click’ as the clamps tightened softly on the redhead’s sensitive buds.

“The rules of this game are: I ask you a question and The questions will start off easy and get progressively harder. This is like twenty-questions, alright? Everytime you guess wrong, I tighten the clamps. But first, what are the safe words?”

TBC...

A.N. {Hint for next Chapter Twenty Questions with a bit of...pressure.}