Disrespect

Title: Disrespect 2 of 3

Author: Enide Dear

Pairing: RudexReno, Remnantcest, implied RufusxTseng

Rating: Nc-17 for bdsm, explicit sex, kink. DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU LIKE! PLEASE HEED WARNING!

Summary: A Turk mission goes astray and Rude has secrets. Can Reno handle them? Does he have a choice?

Author’s note: Padawan want….padawan gets!







Silence fell once more when the first figure stepped up on the scene. He was small and lithe, silver hair covering half his face, but even from this distance Reno could sense the power that seemed to flow out of him. The leather he was wearing seemed to have been sown directly on him; they accentuated every muscle, every supple motion he made. Eyes like emerald stared unblinking out on the crowd. *He’s just a kid,* Reno thought, surprised that they even let someone that young in to this place. But when the youngster turned around, he smiled. Not a young smile. Not a pleasant one. One that commanded the entire room. And he obviously knew more about this place than Reno did.



“He’s called Kadaj,” Rude mumbled in Reno’s ear. “And he’s not as young as he looks.”



With a lazy wink, Kadaj called up the two other pale shades that had been standing back, letting him take control of the room. Reno squirmed on Rude’s lap when he saw them; one leg on each side of Rude’s thigh as if to ride it.



They walked up in unison, movements matching one another’s perfectly, pale skin and silver hair glowing in the harsh light. But there all similarities ended; one of them was big and strong, built with even wider shoulders than Rude had. He was dressed in what appeared to be clinging rubber, torn over his thighs and knees with artistic flare to show of heavy muscles and sitting so tight over narrow hips and groin there were no way of hiding the bulge. Some kind of leather attrapment around his neck and shoulders had his hands caught behind his head in chains. His torso was bare, apart from a glittering chain connecting his nipples, and like Reno he had a collar around his neck although this one was of silver. No leach was attached to it; apparently Kadaj didn’t need one.



“Loz,” Rude explained. “And the other one’s called Yazoo.”



Yazoo wasn’t dressed in leather; in fact he was barely wearing anything at all. Reno shivered as he saw the row of rings along the curved spine. Black silk ribbons criss-crossed the slender torso and back, weaving in and out of the rings like a corset of its own. Another silk band held his wrists together over deliciously curved buttocks already sporting four stripes, and the red thong did absolutely nothing to cover him. The silver collar fit snuggly around the long neck.

High-heeled boots, chained together by the ankles, completed the outfit.



Absentmindedly, Reno rubbed against the strong thigh between his legs.



Kadaj seemed to consider his choices, or maybe he was just giving his audience a chance to look their fill at his beautiful subs. Finally he crooked a finger at Yazoo, who took a hobbled step forward. The audience mumbled in appreciation.



Leading Yazoo to the poles, Kadaj left him there to turn to his other sub, apparently not forgotten. With a simple gesture he made Loz kneel and then without any hurry he snapped off the handcuffs holding Loz’s hand behind his neck. Instead he pulled out another kind of cuffs, these with four holds. Two went around Loz’s bare ankles, the others around his wrists, tying him back. A strange thing, part leather, part metal, was pushed between Loz’s teeth like a horses bite. Even this far away, Reno could see the sweat pouring down the bigger man’s brow, but Kadaj wiped it away, mumbling something in his ear that made him relax a fraction, caressed the painful bulge between the now spread legs.



“You see?” Rude whispered in Reno’s ear. “You see how well he treats a good, obedient sub, even if Loz isn’t the one who he will use tonight.” A hot, hot tongue along Reno’s ear and a whispered promise. “I could do that for you. If you behave.”



Sweat broke all over Reno’s body; he couldn’t acknowledge the words, couldn’t even believe he’d heard them. Couldn’t believe the fierce reaction they caused in him. His very blood was on fire.



Satisfied that one of his subs was taken care of, Kadaj turned back to Yazoo who had been waiting patiently. The overly big black bow that had been holding his ankles back was removed, and the slender hands caught in the chains hanging from the poles, spreading Yazoo’s arms as far apart as they could go.

Releasing one end of the black ribbon corset, Kadaj pulled slowly, letting the silky touch play over equally smooth skin like a caress. Then he leaned up and wrapped the black silk over Yazoo’s eyes, blindfolding him whiles letting the long ends dangle down in front of him.



Then Kadaj took up a whip. It wasn’t one from the rack, but obviously his own. He let the coiled leather snake up and down Yazoo’s chest, in between his legs, over his thighs. Yazoo bit his lips, trembling and the audience trembled as well. Reno wondered what it would be like, to be the center of all that attention, not just the audience but that fierce, harsh, demanding presence that radiated from Kadaj. To be the utter, helpless center in the world of someone so powerful…



He didn’t notice when Rude started caressing his cock, enthralled with the show that stole all his attention.



Kadaj stepped back, letting the whip uncoil on the floor. Next to him, Loz was breathing so heavily his wide chest pounding, the muscles of his belly rippling. Green eyes stared with avid fascination at Yazoo.



The whip flew, straight and true, lashing over Yazoo’s back like a lick of fire. Yazoo cried out, not really in pain, and the audience gasped in unison. A red lick appeared on the pale skin.

The whip flew again, cracking the air, never missing.



“Why…” Reno’s voice was all hoarse, his hips moving. “What did he do wrong?”



“Wrong? Yazoo didn’t do anything wrong, Reno. This isn’t a punishment.”



“But…it must hurt!” His world was still careening, head over heels, everything he thought he knew being proven wrong. His mind didn’t feel like it belonged to him anymore; he was scared.



“Yes, a little. But look at it; Kadaj never breaks his skin. Never draws blood. He’d be a very poor dom if he did, and he isn’t. As long as Yazoo doesn’t move too much – as long as he *trusts* his dom – he’s perfectly safe. And enjoying himself.”



“I don’t fucking get it!”



“This isn’t about pain, it’s about power. Having it. Giving it up.”



Loz was salivating around the gag now; with a tender hand Kadaj got a cloth and wiped it away; the burlier brother was obviously painfully aroused, leaning his head against Kadaj’s thigh when his dom took a few seconds of rest from the whipping to pet his hair. Yazoo was just as aroused, his breath ragged and his body trembling. Here and there in the more secluded nooks of the lounge, Reno could spot other subs on their knees, on their backs, up against the walls, pleasing their doms.

Reno himself was sweating all over now, rubbing harshly against Rude, desperate for some sort of relief.



“Wait, what the God-damned fucking Hell?!” He shouted straight out as he realized his thong was drawn down, Rude’s gloved hand around him. Reno wasn’t shy or coy or anything, but he didn’t want to be made into a fucking show in front of all these perverts!



Rude’s grip and the handcuffs made it impossible to fight back, but his tantrum drew attention away from the stage.



“Gods damn it, Reno, you are practically begging me to punish you!” Rude grunted as curious stares where once more directed at them – amongst them one pair of jade green eyes that swept the lithe, trashing red-head’s body from underneath silver hair, whip snaking lazily around his feet.



From somewhere Rude got out a gag; a red ball of rubber that he stuffed between Reno’s teeth, held in place with strings behind his head. Swearing muffled and drooling, Reno stared in to those annoyed brown eyes, the warning clear; *don’t you dare punish me again, don’t you dare even lay your hands on me, don’t you dare, and let me the Hell loose!*



The look that met it was hard as steel.



His thong was drawn back in place, not that it provided much decency and he was flipped over Rude’s lap.



Thrashing and kicking availed him nothing at all; the gloved hand came down on his ass again and again, making the tender skin blush. All of Reno’s attention seemed to be forced to that one part of his body, now glowing red, and he was cursing and swearing behind the damned gag and he was still so Gods-damned fucking horny and *oh Gods, Rude, just fuck me already!*



The spanking didn’t stop until he stopped thrashing. He was pulled up again, into strong arms, breathe as labored as if he’d been fighting, ass on fire, fear and bewilderment coursing through him, feeding his arousal, not dampening it.



“It’s ok, Reno, it’s ok.” Rude held him as he trembled and pushed his face against his partner’s chest. “But you keep bringing this upon yourself, you know.” Rude lifted his face up to meet the defiant eyes, now underlain with fearful bewilderment. “I might start thinking you like it.”



Reno tore his face away, refusing to look at Rude, afraid of the answer. He was utterly relieved to see that no one was watching them anymore; something had happened on stage that was far more interesting and that had drawn all gazes back there. But whatever it was, it was over now; Yazoo was lying in Kadaj’s arms much like Reno did in Rude’s, the long silver hair spilling out. He looked exhausted but utterly satisfied and Kadaj was beaming down on him, proudly. Loz was also free, as was kissing along Yazoo’s thigh. There was no denying the appreciating, proud sense of completion that surrounded the three.



The crowd started moving again as it became clear the show was over, going back to their own haunts and pleasures.



Reno had slipped down from Rude’s lap because right now he’d rather be on his knees on the floor than even touching Rude; he couldn’t believe his partner had done this to him, couldn’t believe this new side of Rude, and he could not believe how it was turning him on! Rude had let him go, appreciating his need to collect himself and Reno sat still, trying to get enough oxygen down to his laboring lounges through his nose. His heart was hammering. His blood seemed too hot for his body; he was slick with sweat. And he wanted nothing more right now than to bend over, present his ass, and beg to be fucked.



But he couldn’t do it, damn it all to Hell! He wasn’t some Gods-damned weak willed fuck toy for Rude to use at his pleasure! Screw all of Rude’s explanations; he didn’t buy them. Rude wanted to humiliate him and degrade him, and Reno wasn’t going to play along with that. Ever. No matter how much he wanted to.



“You almost destroyed the show, you know.” A strange, purring voice said, making Reno look up sharply. Right into jade green, amused cat eyes. “If I hadn’t saved it, Yazoo would have never forgiven me.”



“My apologize.” Rude didn’t get up to meet the newcomer. Behind Kadaj, Reno saw his two subs, now with leaches of black silk going to Kadaj’s hand. The other hand still held the coiled whip. Both subs looked relaxed now, some sort of tension having been drained from them. Loz was fussing with Yazoo’s hair, Yazoo simply smiled and let him. But both cast hooded glanced at Reno and Rude.



“That’s all you are going to say?” Kadaj frowned.



“If you can’t keep an audience attention, it’s not my fault.”



“And if *you* are going to put on a show, wait for your turn on the podium.”



Rude shrugged.



“Like I said, I apologize. “



“Hm.” Kadaj smiled. “Your sub looked like he needed some discipline, that’s true.” He reached out and the leather whip caressed up Reno’s neck and shoulders, drawing goose bumps along with it. “I could help you, you know.”



Reno panicked. He was tied, gagged, helpless and he had just pissed off Rude, who was his only somewhat stable and familiar presence here, his world was torn upside down and he was horny enough that he’d needed a fuck five minutes ago. If Rude handed him over to this…punishing angel, there would be nothing left of him, he knew it. He’d be completely undone. The cold little smile on Kadaj’s lips showed he knew that as well, and that he was looking forward to it.



“No.” Rude said, putting a heavy gloved hand on Reno’s trembling shoulder. “He’s mine.”



“Are you sure?” Kadaj didn’t look away from Reno, like a snake having caught a rabbit in its glaze. “You can have one of mine in exchange. They’re…very well behaving.”



“Which one?” Rude asked and Reno found himself pressing against Rude’s leg, shaking his head fiercely, *nonono, I don’t want this…*but nothing he’d wanted had seemed to matter at all since they got in here.



Kadaj threw a quick glance over his shoulder and both his subs nodded minutely.



“Anyone of them. Both of them, if you want. Just don’t break any skin or do anything permanent to them.”



“Tempting, but no.” Rude shook his head.



Kadaj didn’t look pleased. Anger at being rejected flared in his eyes and once more Reno became acutely aware of the power simmering around the young man, simmering and flaring out like bursts of volatile energy. It was a power that could easily command an entire room, and now it was all aimed at Rude.



Who stood up. Quiet, stoic, strong as a rock, answering to the violent power with his own. True it was a more silent power, not that of a born leader, but it was unyielding, stable. It held out. It didn’t give in.



“I said, no.” The voice was so low it was barely words, but it made Kadaj flinch.



With a snort and an unnecessarily hard tug on the subs leaches he turned and walked away. Both Loz and Yazoo threw an angry glance behind them, but moved along obediently.



Reno sagged with relief. He couldn’t help but lean into the gentle touch ruffling his hair.



“You didn’t really think I’d let him have you, did you?” Rude chided gently. “I told you, what you want is as important as what I want here. Maybe even more. And it was obvious you didn’t want Kadaj.”



“Umf.” Reno sighed. For the first time, he started to believe that Rude was actually telling the truth. After all, he’d been told repeatedly to behave or he would be punished. It wasn’t as if Rude had just hit him. He’d behaved like he wanted to be punished, and Rude had obliged according to those rules. Some of the fear deep in his belly started to unwind, disappear. He wasn’t helpless, or at least, he was just at the mercy of Rude. Whom he trusted.



“And anyway, we still have a mission to accomplish.”



Mission? Reno had forgotten all about that and right now he couldn’t care less. All he wanted was for Rude to drag him off to some corner and fuck him senseless.



He tried to pout behind the gag when Rude helped him to his feet, but it was of course pointless.



“You know, I once saw Tseng and Rufus on a stage like that.” Rude smiled at him as they started to walk through the crowd again, and Reno’s eyebrows shot up. Who was where, he wanted to ask, grinning at the mental images. “They weren’t quite as good as Kadaj’s gang, but still…”