Corpse in the Cupboard

***** CHAPTER 26 *****

FINAL CHAPTER

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIROS!!!!!


Kiros opened his eyes to find himself in Laguna’s bedroom, on his knees with his arms over his head. He glanced up to see his wrists were tied together by a rope that ran up and over an exposed roof beam. He was about to start panicking when Laguna entered through the doorway in front of him and smiled.

“Laguna? What the hell is going on?” he asked roughly. He wasn’t in the mood for childish pranks right now. All he wanted to do was go home, open a bottle of whiskey and drink himself into oblivion. Instead, he was tied up, on his knees, like some kind of fool. He’d really thought his birthday couldn’t get anymore depressing. Then again, he hadn’t imagined humiliation was going to be included in the schedule this year.

Laguna walked over and kneeled down in front of him, lifting his hand to tuck a stray braid behind his ear before resting his hand on his cheek. Kiros’ forehead wrinkled up into a frown. Why was Laguna looking at him like that? He opened his mouth to speak but Laguna stopped him by leaning forward and kissing him gently. Kiros froze in shock and Laguna pulled back slightly to smile at him once more.

“Happy birthday Kiros,” he whispered. The President leant in again, kissing him passionately. He felt the buttons of his shirt being undone and gentle fingertips running over his flat stomach. One hand snaked around to caress his back while the other moved further up his chest to taunt one nipple into hardness. Kiros’ breathing had already become ragged, his hips pushing forward, looking for friction that Laguna was more than happy to supply. As the two grinded together, the President moved his kisses across his assistants jaw, working his way down to his neck where he stopped and began sucking. Kiros leant his head back as Laguna slid one hand down and under the waistband of his pants to gently squeeze his shaft.

“Laguna, please. You have to stop this now,” Kiros begged, his hips thrusting into Laguna’s hand and making a mockery of his words. Kiros couldn’t believe Laguna would do this to Vincent, but no matter how much his conscious screamed at him, his body betrayed him with every touch. Laguna pulled back to watch Kiros squirm as his hand jerked him off slowly.

“Looks like you need more convincing,” Laguna purred. Both of the President’s hands moved to undo his zipper and Kiros closed his eyes, feeling cold air on his cock as his pants were pulled down and tugged off over his feet. He whimpered in defeat as he felt the warmth of Laguna’s mouth surround his throbbing need. The sudden press of another body against his back made his eyes fly open in surprise. Jet black hair flowed over his shoulder as another warm tongue slowly licked his neck moving upwards to be replaced by a gently pull of teeth on his ear. His whole body shivered in response.

“Happy birthday Kiros,” Vincent’s deep voice growled in his ear as the gunman straddled his legs and pressed his own erection against Kiros’ arse. Laguna began sucking hard and Kiros looked down to see Vincent’s clawed hand reach around him to grasp Laguna’s head, guiding it back and forth on his cock. A moan escaped his lips in spite of his attempts to stay quiet. He vaguely heard Vincent’s low chuckle behind him, as the gunman slid one lubed finger between his cheeks to slowly circle his sphincter. Kiros couldn’t stop his body tensing in response. Nobody had ever touched him there before and the sensation was alarming despite the fact that he didn’t want Vincent to stop. He wanted to feel the gunman inside of him, so he ignored his fear, pushing back and impaling himself slowly on the teasing finger.

Kiros grasped the rope above him, using it to hold his weight as he thrust forward into Laguna’s mouth and then back onto Vincent’s finger, setting a slow pace that was pure torture. When another finger slipped inside him easily, brushing over a particular spot that sent bolts of pleasure up his spine, his thrusts automatically increased. Laguna moaned around his cock and the resulting vibration combined with Vincent adding a third finger was too much for Kiros to bear. He threw his head back, his whole body jerking with ecstasy as he closed his eyes and came down the President’s throat.

Kiros slowly opened his eyes to see Laguna in front of him, licking his lips and smiling. Vincent’s clawed hand was holding him around the waist gently and he whimpered in surprise when he realized that the gunman was still slowly fucking him with his fingers. Laguna stood up, slowly removing his clothes before kneeling back down and kissing Kiros passionately. Vincent growled hungrily behind him and Laguna pulled away to lean around him and kiss Vincent into silence. Vincent’s fingers began to increase in speed and Kiros moaned between the two men as his recently spent member began to swell with need once more. The gunman’s fingers were amazingly accurate and despite the fact he was devouring Laguna’s mouth, he managed to hit Kiros’ pleasure spot with every push.

Laguna finally broke the kiss to shuffle back on his knees, facing both men. Kiros noticed he had a tube of lube in his hand and the President squeezed some out, coating both his hands and spreading his legs as his hand reached back to begin preparing himself. Laguna arched his back and moaned as he began fucking himself with his fingers, his other hand stroking his cock in time.

Vincent and Kiros both moaned in unison at the sight before them. The President closed his eyes and continued his performance, thrusting back and forth as he became lost in pleasure. Kiros began pushing back on Vincent’s fingers erratically, his neglected cock twitching painfully as he whimpered with need and pulled on his restraints.

“Laguna,” Vincent’s voice whispered and surprisingly, the President heard and opened his eyes. “Come over here,” the gunman ordered, his voice hungry with desire. Laguna turned his back towards Kiros as he bent forward on his hands and knees and backed towards him. Vincent pulled his fingers out of Kiros and grasped his cock, lining it up as Laguna pushed back and the tip of Kiros’ cock entered him. The President paused, panting with need and glancing over his shoulder at Vincent.

“Now Vincent,” Laguna begged. The gunman slowly began to push forward into Kiros and his whole body began to tremble as Vincent’s movement filled him, while driving his own cock forward to fill Laguna. Kiros felt his eyes roll back into his head as his brain overloaded with sensation. He hung weakly from the rope above his head as his arms lost all feeling but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Laguna was thrusting backwards in time to Vincent’s thrusts forward and both were quickly increasing in speed. Kiros had never felt so completely helpless and out of control and he loved it.

He bit his lip, trying desperately to hold back his orgasm. Laguna was moaning loudly now, with one hand wrapped around his own cock, pumping it firmly as he thrust erotically back onto Kiros. Suddenly Laguna clenched, moaning as he came. Kiros began to follow him over the edge when Vincent grabbed the base of his penis and denied him his release. Kiros groaned in frustration and pain, as Laguna slipped slowly off him and collapsed on the floor. Kiros muttered curses at the gunman behind him, closing his eyes and praying for release while he was held still.

He heard Laguna moving and looked up to see the President pulling himself up onto the nearby bed, looking at him sympathetically. Vincent was kissing and biting his neck again, still buried to the hilt inside of him.

“Gods Vincent, please!” Kiros begged weakly. The gunman growled deeply, removing his hand from the base of Kiros’ weeping dick. He pulled back and thrust forward, pulling back again and stopping.

“I want you to come, just from the feeling of me inside of you,” Vincent whispered in his ear. Kiros shivered in response and thrust back onto the gunman’s cock. Vincent moaned in surprise before grabbing onto his hips and changing the angle. On his second thrust, he found what he was looking for and Kiros began to arch his back, muttering incoherently, as the gunman began to fuck him, hard and fast. Every thrust hit Kiros’ pleasure spot and after a few minutes of divine torture he came hard, his whole body shaking with release. Vincent followed instantly, the clenching of Kiros’ arse milking the gunman dry.

Kiros hung limply from the rope with his eyes closed. He felt Vincent pull out gently and lift him up to cradle him in his arms. He opened his eyes to see Laguna cutting the rope away quickly, finally releasing him. He winched as the blood began to return to his arms and shoulders, painfully throbbing back along his abused muscles. Vincent carried him over and laid him on the bed, lying down beside him and pulling up the blankets before gently massaging his limbs. Laguna appeared on the other side of the bed with a potion in his hand and an embarrassed grin on his face. Kiros took the potion in his shaking hand and drank it, sighing and closing his eyes as its healing power flowed through his body. He felt Laguna sit down on the bed beside him.

“Kiros. Are you ok?” Laguna asked quietly, fear creeping into his voice. Kiros opened his eyes to see both men looking at him intently. A smile spread across his face and he couldn’t hold back the chuckle that escaped his lips. Vincent smiled at him, while Laguna began to pout.

“You bastard! I was worried we’d hurt you!” Laguna scolded him, crossing his arms over his chest. The President tried to glare at Kiros but failed as he began to grin. Vincent threw an arm around Kiros, turning him to face Laguna and snuggling in to his back to sleep.

“Happy birthday Kiros,” the gunman muttered, closing his eyes. Laguna crawled under the blankets, leaning over Kiros to kiss his lover, before lying down and tracing a finger along his best friend’ cheek.

“So, did you like your present?” Laguna asked.

“Yes. Thankyou both,” Kiros said genuinely. Vincent squeezed him in response and the President smiled brightly.

“I told you birthdays weren’t so bad,” Laguna added, turning to snuggle his back against Kiros, who put an arm over him and pulled him close.

“You certainly know how to prove a point,” Kiros said, closing his eyes. “Hey Laguna, can I have the same present next year?”


***** THE END*****