Discipline (Yuuri)

1530 words of fluff and lewdness for my good friend Ender. The first portion is mainly platonic fluff and the second half is well...other stuff. Written again with help from Maisie and my other friend from tumblr @-A-Gay-Bloodmage. Enjoy? (I also apologize in advance for this if it's terrible I'm AroAce I don't know what the heck I'm doing)

Dom/Sub Kit and Yuuri (and a little bit of platonic Yuuri and Valan) for Ender

“Yuuri! Time to wake up!” My mother yells from the kitchen. With a disgruntled groan I open my eyes and sit up. Valan sleeps curled up in a ball on the carpet and seems rather content. I'd hate to disturb him. Kit, on the other hand, I cannot seem to find. Discarded clothing from the night before sits in a corner and the door is slightly open. Closing the door I dismiss the thought, he's probably gone to eat breakfast. Taking my clothes I get dressed quickly and head down the hall, I’ll come back and wake up Valan later.

The kitchen is surprisingly empty, my father must have gone to work early today. I sneak up behind Kit and kiss the top of his head softly “Good morning, Kitten.” He gives me a mischievous grin. “Sleep well?” He nods and gestures for me to sit. The two of us eat, chatting a bit as we do. My mother interrupts every so often clarifying a point or providing a translation, as while my English is good, I'm not fully awake enough to process all of it. “So what are you going to do today?” I ask pushing my breakfast around on the plate. I get an unclear mumble in return and look up. “It's not polite to talk with your mouth full, you know.” Kit swallows and shrugs “Sorry. I don't know what I'm going to do, I have a job from Delvin to finish, that's about it.” I still find it strange that Kit works for the Skyrim thieves guild despite living in Morrowind, I've brought it up before, but never gotten a clear answer. Valan walks into the room then silently takes his breakfast and leaves to go upstairs, where his room actually is, as he had fallen asleep in my room the night before out of exhaustion. “I don't think he feels all that well.” My mother whispers to me as I watch him leave. I nod slowly at the information though my eyes are still fixated on him. Kit waves a hand in front of my eyes distracting me from my thoughts and I trap his wrist. “Stop.” He frowns slightly before going back to his usual expression. “I'm going to get going. See you later.” He places a kiss on my cheek and gets up, puts the dishes away, and leaves.

Having finished my breakfast I quietly head upstairs to check on Valan. My uncle points me to the room he's in and I find him face down on the bed gripping a pillow. Sitting next to him he notices me and I give him a kind smile. “What's wrong?” He puts his face back into the pillow “pain.” I notice his untouched breakfast then “Would eating something help?” He shrugs. Getting the small bowl of cereal I bring it over to him and he sits up but does nothing “Can you not keep it down or don't have the energy to actually feed yourself” he looks at me with an expression that signals, “both”. I take a spoonful and hold it up “Fine, but you have to have at least one bite. I'll help you.” Hesitantly he eats it and while it obviously takes effort, manages to keep it down. We repeat the process over and over until the bowl is more or less empty. After putting the bowl down on the side table I open the window shades to let some sunlight in, it's not good for him to be stuck in here in the dark all day, and sit on the bed again. Valan winces in pain and out of habit I hold my arms out and he falls into them gripping his side. I run a hand along his back in an attempt to comfort him and otherwise remain still, letting him shift as he wishes to in futile attempts to calm the near constant pain. “...did you take your medicine?” He shakes his head. “Okay, I'm going to go get that. I'll be right back.” Reluctantly he releases me and I practically run down the hall, coming back momentarily with the pill box and a glass of water. Quickly Valan takes the different pills and somehow manages not to choke before falling against me again. I check the time and remember I have to finish writing a document but his grip becomes an iron vice and he pulls me down “No.” Valan says resting his head on my chest “Stay.” I sigh “Okay, but only for a little bit.”

(That afternoon)

Having managed to somehow get out of Valans grip I go downstairs to finish the paper I've had to work on. As I finish the last sentences I hear a rattling sound, almost like a clicking. It's a lockpick in a lock. Quickly I get up and open the door to find Kit kneeling in front of me trying to pick the lock. I sigh and shake my head before grabbing his shirt and dragging him inside, locking the door once more. Kit smirks at me and sits on the cupboard. “What are you up to?” The smirk grows wider though he says nothing. I walk over to him and pull his hair so he looks at me as I grip his jaw “Well? What's the answer?” I release him to allow him to speak and get a series of lewd requests in response. I can feel myself blushing and chuckle slightly, picking him up and carrying him towards my room. “You need discipline, Kit. But I'm happy to oblige.”

Kicking the door closed I set Kit down and lock the door, don't want any unexpected interruptions. He stands in the middle of the room looking around and is taken off guard as I shove him against a wall, kissing him hard. He gasps as we come up for air and clings to me “Tell me what you want.” I whisper in his ear, softly nipping at his neck and he whimpers. “Anything you want, just don't stop.” I kiss him once more and release him. “Clothes. Off. Now.” He nods and begins to undress, I take off my tie, putting it in my back pocket for later, and throw him on the bed. I kiss him again to distract him and put his hands above his head, taking the tie out of my pocket and tying him to the headboard. He goes to move but finds himself unable to and opens his eyes, “Just to ensure you're not going anywhere.” I lightly wrap a hand around his neck “And you have to stay quiet this time...or else I’ll stop.” He laughs “You wouldn't.” I grin “True. But I could.  after all, I can do what I want because you want me to.”

(A short while later)

“Let's get you untied” I quickly undo the knot binding Kit’s hands and kiss each of his wrists and along his neck and shoulders, a futile attempt to make up for what would surely be livid bruises by tomorrow, not that he cares. Rolling over and grabbing a blanket I pull him on top of me, softly stroking his hair. He mews quietly and pushes against me, closing his eyes in a half asleep daze. “That was good. That was really good.” I pat his head and shush him. “Sorry if I'm not good at following rules, I try.” At that a stir of worry arises and I sit up with Kit on my lap “It’s okay. Rules are annoying to follow. You just need some help with discipline, it's practice, that's all. And I love you anyways.” Kit looks up at me and I smile kissing him softly, which makes him in turn smile. “We should probably get dressed, or at least half dressed.” He says abruptly. “Fair point.” I reply grabbing my pants though deciding to not to put on a shirt I wait until Kits dressed, unlock the door before I forget, and tackle him onto the bed once more.

The two of us lay there for a while, talking quietly every so often until the door opens and Takayama and Valan stand in the doorway. “Dinner’s ready.” Takayama says and I grin; “Thank you for the notice, though I think Kit has already had his cream. Isn't that right, Kitten?” At the statement Valan leaves with a disgruntled “By the tribunal” and though it takes Kit a few moments, he lightly hits me as a repercussion. “I just wanna sleep.” He mumbles against my skin, I look over at my uncle who appears to be trying not to laugh. “He's not hungry I guess. Would rather sleep.” I gently shift him off of my and climb out of bed grabbing a shirt and turning off the light “Goodnight Kit.” He grumbles a wordless reply as I close the door. Takayama stares at me blankly for a moment before he grins and high fives me. “Nice comment by the way.” He laughs as we walk toward the dining room. “If anything, it's you who needs discipline.”