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“What is one plus one?”
“Forty-two.”
The slap of a satin-covered palm against his ass. Happy Chaos hissed, nerves flaring, jerking away on instinct. Except he couldn't, restrained by tenderly-laid coils. Cotton-rope, well-knotted. Unbreakable as long as both of them pretended it was. And, oh, he was so utterly willing to act out this fantasy.
But not without some improv.
“Take it seriously, teacher,” chided Asuka from behind him, deft hands continuing to attach the vibrator after his brief correction. Already he had inserted the lubricated anal plug within Chaos, where it settled heavily, keeping him stretched and prepared for later. “I need to check that you are fully mentally present before we start in earnest.”
“You’ve got your answer right there! Did you really expect me to bother with something so simple? You should be more worried if I had.”
Fingers whipped against his inner thigh, stinging soft skin. Inconsequential; it would have gone completely unnoticed in their spars. But right now, Chaos' eyes fluttered at his helplessness. An angel resolved into form, Asuka standing in front of him in an ivory Haori, high black gloves and stockings enveloping his legs and arms, glimpses of his naked enjoyment with every stray movement. Its flushed skin was the only real colour upon him, beyond the red-feathered rosette hiding his injured eye. “That is true,” Asuka acknowledged, running the tip of his index down the jugular of Chaos' neck, past his collarbone. Teasing his nipples, which perked up at Asuka's kind touch. A small recompense.
Asuka stepped away then, for a final check of his handiwork, which was comprehensive as always. Dangling forth from a sturdy frame they curled across the mass of Chaos' defined pectorals, tightly looped around his waist, corset-like, before ringing around his hips and pelvis. His arms bound behind his back, legs twined at an angle; straining just so. Happy Chaos was now a bare, blueish-grey figure of lean muscles suspended above a cold blank floor. Strategically placed mirrors around him captured all key angles, stitched together and reflected by the largest one before him. Ensuring he could see every inch of his predicament even as he felt it.
Great stuff! But why not a little extra pizazz?
“Let's have a bet,” Chaos called out. “We'll have a teensy discussion on a facet of existence that’s been bouncing around in here. A troublesome head-hare. If I manage to explain myself by the end, I win.”
“…You want to make it that much harder for yourself?” said Asuka. He had completed his inspection and was resting with limbs primly folded upon a high-backed chair, to the front and slightly to the side of the main mirror. A velveteen cloth bag lay almost discarded by its carved foot. Behind him Chaos could see the beginnings of a bed, the only other furniture in the pale-lit hall they had claimed. “I intended today to be fairly relaxing.”
“It's just more fun this way.”
“If you wish. What is the wager?”
“That you're the one getting tied up next time. But! If I lose, I'll wear that outfit you keep pretending to be uninterested in. Y'know, that spotlit mannequin at the shop, with the leotard and the rabbit ears? And you can fuck me in it.”
A shudder rippled through Asuka, as his hands made to touch himself, before he stopped. “Very well. I agree. Now, please start with your explanation.”
“First, you’re gonna have to imagine a white room again.”
Yelping, Chaos jolted, as with a gesture Asuka activated the toy, immediately jumping its speed up by a couple notches. Apparently, he didn’t appreciate that. Excellent.
“Touchy—ahhh—subject?”
“Not entirely, master. Merely that once was enough of that analogy.”
“Hey, it’s versatile! But ugh, so we’ve got all that, and in there we now have a thought.”
“A thought? As in, a person? Or some other creature?”
“You’re reading too much into this. When I said a thought, I really meant just that. A thought. The quantifiable lump that man would call thinking.”
That earned a frown from Asuka, but he stayed his hand. Not that he needed to bother, however. Upon captured scenes playing out on the mirrors Chaos could see his cock was leaking, droplets trailing down to splatter on the once immaculate floor. He had reached that point faster than normal; a result of this new position? Curious….
“Now,” he continued, idly, uselessly twisting in his bonds. “My question is, would you count that thing of pure mind, to be a form of being?”
“‘Cogito, ergo sum’ the summation goes,” Asuka responded. “I imagine it applies in this situation as well. René Descartes ‘Discourse on the Method’ was covered in one of our first philosophical discussions back then, actually. When you showed me that—”
“You remembered? How touching. But let's say, now, if you were this singular consciousness, what would you be perceiving?”
A lull ensued, as Asuka considered the question he had been asked, gaze noticeably trailing up Chaos’ chiselled form as he rocked back and forth amongst the ropes. Who was smiling, languid and untouched between his legs. He was starting to ache, as he should.
“If that is the case, I don’t think I would be aware of anything other than myself,” Asuka finally concluded.
“Close, but not quite! You'll be a spark of message, the rudimental electricity of the universe. You’d have nothing to define yourself by, without any senses.”
“So, you want to argue that sensations determine our existence?”
“If the appearance of doubting is I, then the appearance of I cannot be doubted. The proof is in how we try to capture them, without actually doing so. I know you don’t go to Earth yourself nowadays, but surely you remember the sunrise?”
“Of course I do. I am a bit alarmed you would ever think otherwise.”
“Had to check, O heavenly one. You experience a very different sight on the moon. It can be so easy to forget even the basics of humanity here…,”
Asuka got up. With dainty steps, dark silk against the bright floor, he conveyed himself to stand behind Chaos. How thrilling! A punishment was in order. What would it be? Three firm blows. Landing them precisely upon the curve of his ass, near his hole. Palm flat, force carried through, agitated further by the plug. The first made Chaos shudder, the second caused him to groan and twist, and the last had him crying and shaking, only to be pulled back in place. Locked into humiliation. Between his legs, his cock drooled, rock hard and throbbing.
“Do not say that, master.”
When he recovered, Chaos hummed. Not an outright refusal, nor agreement. A poor answer regardless. That earned him another hard smack, his toes curling with a sigh. Asuka was actually using his physical strength, what a plot twist!
As Asuka paused by his side, on his way back to the chair, Chaos stuck his tongue out to lick at his lips. Coquettishly demanding more of that treatment. He received a stern look in response.
“No. Please, behave yourself,” Asuka said, rubbing his hand. Oh, right. His ass was still worse off though; the blueish skin stinging, reddened and angry. A perfectly agreeable exchange. But, fine. Such was life.
“Yeah…I hear you.”
A reward for his cooperation; Asuka mussing his hair in the manner of a favoured pet. Chaos leaned into it. It promised additional delights, even if they were different from what he had in mind. And he could never say no to that.
“Good,” said Asuka, when he had retaken his seat. “So, continuing on, what does that have to do with your argument?”
“Well, with your real estate, you’ve got a prime view of the glorious sun; everything else at its beck and call. On Earth? Grounded as everyone is there, their senses tell them it is they who are in the centre of the galaxy, that the sun ascends and descends around them. Sunrise, sunset.”
A pause for effect. Grinning at Asuka’s sceptical expression, fingers twisting unseen in their binds from an instinctively done dramatic gesture.
“But the thing is, we've known this for some time. Heliocentrism; proposed by Pythagoreans, developed by Aristarchus, invaded into the public mind by the Copernican Revolution. Proven over and over again. A fact of life, like gravity, like carbon.”
“Agreed. Still, I am uncertain of your intentions. You are describing the crux of your argument poorly.”
“I was getting there, just be more patient. Take the scenic road once in a while,” said Chaos. Asuka tsked, clicking the vibrator to the highest setting. Electrifying nerves from the tip of his cock down to his balls, sparking across his spine. He was definitely on a time limit now.
“Ahhh…be that way. Simply put, our language reflects the reality that we experience. We can all claim to be logical creatures. But we choose what best describes our surroundings.”
Frustrated, Asuka had stood up again and was pacing around, an elegant crowned-crane amongst unmoving waters. He was doing a very good impression of only being interested in the discussion, even if his dick betrayed him, now aroused as Chaos’ own. A dominating will, hidden under a veneer of timidity. He thought it might have impressed the man he had been; his current broken-self certainly loved it.
Really quite different from himself, who had been unsuccessfully trying to rut in an attempt to gain some relief for the past few moments, from the ache of his bindings and his cock. Passion that ruled all pretences.
“But wouldn't it be fair to say, our words were made to convey our thoughts?” said Asuka in the end.
“Not quite! It is for our senses, as they appear to us. Which we can’t transfer directly. That was more obvious at their creation. These words have always been our only, inadequate, middlemen. And thus, we can choose to suppress them. Just like how, behind all that calm, you’re currently thinking of fucking—”
Chaos yelped, not from pain but at the sudden absence of anything, as Asuka dialled the setting of the toy way back down. It was a weak buzz now, barely doing its job of keeping him ready. Clever.
“Two words: Not yet. Unless you are giving in?” Asuka said, as he retrieved the cloth bag from the chair. A gift, mentioned in passing before they started, with much unenthusiasm on Asuka’s part that meant the opposite. It did not look very heavy, whatever it was.
“My answer surpasses yours by one! Not fucking yet,” Chaos laughed. “I'm not that broken. Maybe you'll like to try harder?”
“I am going to. But for now, please illustrate your answer with an example. I’m afraid linguistics is not a speciality of mine. Or yours, to be frank.”
“Really? I would say I’m rather cunning with that subject. But, without getting into the multitudes of English and its other robberies, let's take the first letter of the Latin alphabet, A. It came from the Etruscans’ who derived it from Greek alpha. And that descended from other languages in a propagating web.”
Asuka was next to him now. A conjurer of tricks; withdrawing a sturdy leather collar from his bag, pressing its unclasped length around Chaos’ neck. The inner lining was lightly padded, felted fabric tickling his throat as he swallowed. He was a kind owner, a practical one as well—the three metal rings spaced around the collar were weightier than mere decorations. Especially when one was already connected to a leash.
“Oh! Is this for me?” Chaos grinned.
“Yes. Now hold still.”
It wasn't like he could move much anyways. But he was sure to freeze, a statue caught in rigging. Asuka looped the length of material around him, tightening it with a brief tug, checking it was secure. Now with lead in one hand, he walked behind Chaos, who sighed, pleased.
“How prescient! You've yoked me like an ox. And indeed, that was the origins of our A. Two little horns, plus a triangle face. What's not to love?”
“I imagine there must have been something that did not quite work, given all the changes.”
“Of course. But that's because we are never satisfied with such things. If it's possible, we will simplify it. And, when we have gotten bored, we will complicate it right back.”
A hand caressing his tender ass, trailing down to grasp the end of the plug. Chaos watched in the mirror as it was pulled out nearly all the way then pushed back in, spreading him across its girth. A repetitive motion, pressure and newfound attention mixing into a heady cocktail, growing stronger with every moment. A moan escaped from him.
“But you should know that across cultures there have always been these building blocks. Important unified memories. Which these symbols stood for. Be it a sun or a river. But as they progressed—”
Slowing down, thoughts getting fuzzy; drunk on everything. Asuka angled the toy, and now with every thrust it came close to brushing against his prostate. Only for him to be denied by its retreat. Never quite enough. His legs trembled.
“Changing forms; turning sideways, and upside down—”
Man, that really was nice, the stretch and clench of his muscles…. Chaos exhaled heavily. A pity the vibrator had remained on such a stubbornly low setting. His neglected cock continuing to weep even so, a venerable pool of his precome below him, but with absolutely nothing he could do about it.
“It went from a tangible thing—”
Despite that, he was also getting close to solving this. Could Asuka not tell? It would be such a shame if he lost, Chaos did very much want to wear that suit. Perhaps he should do that anyways? But that would defeat the plot. How annoying….
“To abstract code in a computer we made. And— ”
Oh
Oh.
Oh!
Overwhelming sensations. A smack against the solid flesh of his ass, a last-minute recovery. It hurt! Chaos keened, knees buckling in their bonds. The leash wound around his wrist, Asuka then wrapped his free hand around Chaos’ cock, continuing to pump the plug in and out of him throughout. Soft silk becoming soaked through, gloved fingers stroking from base to head. Down to his balls, swirling, lubricated by Chaos’ own fluids. The vibrator was now back to maximum, buzzing incessantly. He was so messy right now.
What were the words? What were words? Language was a vain attempt at expressing the sublimity he felt. Of existence. He let the heat wash over him, burning and consuming.
“Master…are you not going to finish?”
It was Asuka saying those noises. Chaos only had a mindless smile for him, head hanging loose, even as his body grew taut.
“ Fuck. I dunno. The cow jumped over. The moon. That is all. In conclusion. Just — Ah! ”
“That sentence is incoherent. You have failed.”
Prior actions abandoned, Asuka gave him a generous pinch upon his birthmark, squeezing his ass. Plus a tug on his leash, collar yanked against his throat, dragging him back to reality. For a wondrous half-moment, he choked.
“You were close though,” Asuka continued, straight-faced. An ordinary man with their disobedient dog. “I'll give you another chance to explain it. Starting from the top, in full.”
“ Hah. There's no need. I know that—”
In a swift, calculated motion, Asuka rested part of his weight on Chaos’ suspended form. If either of them moved, with sufficient motion, there would be the heated friction of their cocks rubbing against each other. The tortuous illusion of choice; Asuka stayed motionless, and the rigidly stretched rope did not have enough give for Chaos.
“—How it ends.”
“Are you conceding?”
Chaos moaned.
“What do you think?”
“Part of your tirade was on the inability of humans to convey their senses, their feelings directly—” Asuka leaned in further, adding extra force upon him. Just letting Chaos feel him, skin to skin. Without moving.
“—Unless you use your words.”
Grey hair aflutter, as Chaos shook his head. “Yes!” he cried out, in defeat.
Pulling out the plug, Asuka sheathed himself with Chaos, a long-awaited ecstasy. An arm wrapped around his torso, deftly avoiding the rope, while the sodden glove of his other hand marked Chaos with his own essence, digging into skin through the material. A few thrusts into his all too willing hole, flush in full against concentrated nerves, and Chaos was screaming noiselessly as he came. Body desperately seeking ways to express his relief, hindered by the binds and its own failings. The reflection of his powerlessness only intensified the electrifying rawness.
Frame creaking, ropes swaying, Asuka riding him. He was getting fucked. Could feel it, could see it, could hear it, could— Overstimulated, he was forced into another orgasm, panting as his cock spat more droplets of come.
“Within?” Asuka asked distantly. Chaos sobbed a laugh.
“Of course!”
Dear devoted Asuka did as he asked. With a soft groan, warm sticky wetness filling him, Asuka’s sweaty form settling upon Chaos inhumanly inert one. God, that was nice. That was his role after all, a slab of meat, left to hang. He could stay here for a very long time.
But of course Asuka was more responsible than that once he recovered. A weight off the fulcrum of Chaos’ burning shoulders even as he whimpered at Asuka’s withdrawal. The ropes disappeared, vibrator shutting off, Chaos falling…right into the plush sheets of the bed, instead of the hard floor beneath. The joys of teleportation magic. Enveloped in a cotton cloud, bare hands—Asuka’s, his gloves discarded—soothed sensations back into his stiff limbs, until Chaos could curl and manoeuvre them about freely. Any other damage he’d heal when he felt like it. Propping himself up, legs sprawled across the sheets, the angry lines striped across his body the only sign of his torment. Except for the collar, which rested around his throat. Chaos’ fingers reached up to brush against its comfortable weight, intertwining with his leash. Higher up, against his wet cheek. How odd, had they really gone that far? He did not think he still had the ability to cry.
“Here, let me—” said Asuka, now sitting beside him. With a gesture, two glasses—one filled with a cloudy liquid, the other completely clear—appeared, balanced on a freshly conjured side table. As well as a pre-portioned bar of chocolate. Asuka proffered the first drink to him, and Chaos could smell its sweetness.
Ah, Milipico! He downed it in a single smooth motion. Earning himself exasperatedly amused looks from Asuka for his greed, as he took much more controlled sips of his own refreshment. Indeed, Chaos was nearly done with his snack by the time Asuka set his cup down. And only ‘nearly’ because, while pouting back at him, he had taken smaller bites.
Both of them knew Asuka had been going extra slowly, for Chaos’ sake anyways. An unnecessary break that he would never ask for, but would be granted regardless.
But now came the real fun; the performance review. Golden eye, petalled eye, evaluating him. Asuka’s pale hands folded across his slender chest, revealed by his open mantle, black stockinged legs kicking by the side of the bed. Waiting for Chaos to initiate their conversation. Between them lay the leash, purposefully untouched.
Happy Chaos finished his chocolate first before speaking.
“So, what do you think?” A flamboyant spread of his palm punctuated his opening.
“Three things. I overestimated myself and will require a flogger. Second, you will now have to uphold your end of the bet. I am looking forward to you as a pin-up bunny. Third, I could count that delay as an infraction, depending on your argument.”
Chaos laughed.
“Hah! Aren’t you glad you’re not the one getting tied up? You’re missing out, y’know. As for that little threat, go ahead. Add it to your list, right above an entry for me telling you that ‘you are wrong and misunderstood my question’.”
A sigh, as he was pulled towards Asuka. Chaos went willingly, nuzzling against him like a dog with their owner.
“It is only because I doubt your safety record, or lack thereof rather,” Asuka dangled his index in front of Chaos’ lips, the latter lapping at it. There was still a faint taste of himself present, his submission.
“Besides, I know where your true preferences lie. You’ve always enjoyed seeing my hard work,” Asuka continued, pulling his hand away, glistening with saliva, accompanied by a needy whine from Chaos. A tug of his collar and he settled peacefully. “But I’ll be generous and allow you to explain what you meant.”
“Hah…save it for your answer. Was my rigorous rhetoric to your liking? No need to bring up the last part, we all know you didn’t need that punchline to decide.”
Hair falling about Asuka, a soft pale curtain, as he brushed his forehead against Chaos’ horns, briefly sucking upon one of the two, teasingly light. It tickled. Lower down, a full kiss on his lips, connected by a thread—Asuka’s hand wound around his leash. An odd, gentle feeling settled upon Happy Chaos as he reciprocated the gesture without urging; almost silence, without absence.
Now those were definitely tears his eyes were shedding.
“It made sense,” Asuka murmured, brushing them away with caresses. “Well done, my master.”