17-Oct-2000
Title: The 'Perfect Fan' Files: BDSM Is A Lovely Game
Author: Kimmie [note from Jenny: It's sex'n'kink, and I helped! Well, I did!] (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Archive: GW Addiction
Category: yaoi, lemon, BDSM
Pairings: 1x2
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no
money... Stuff like that. Yeah.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none.
Spoilers: none.
*...*=emphasis
"..."=dialogue
The room was filled with dancing officials and their dates. A lone man stood at the edge of the crowd, his eyes searching endlessly between the notches of important people. A tap on his shoulder sent him whirling. "Who's there?" He saw the figure and blinked his eyes once, twice, letting his mind adjust to the image. A boy he knew well stood before him wearing an electric blue tuxedo with rhinestone lapels. "Duo? It is really you? You've come back to me?"
The glittering man smiled reassuringly. "Yes, it's me. And I'm back. I'm never leaving you again, Heero. That is... if you'll have me back. Oh, please say you'll have me. I'll do anything!"
Heero's eyes glimmered faintly in the dim lights. "Anything?"
Duo noticed the glimmer and interpreted it as Heero had intended. "Anything... Master."
Clamping his hand lightly on Duo's shoulder, Heero proceeded to lead him out of the room. "Just go where I lead you, Slave."
Nodding softly, Duo proceeded, never speaking until Heero had him shoved against a door. "Ah, damn, Heero. Can't you at least give me the key and let me open it instead of using me as a battering ram?"
Heero grasped Duo's long braid in one hand and gave it a jerk. "Slave... you are only to speak when spoken to. And, no complaining. You remember what I do to complainers, right?"
Duo nodded briefly and let Heero reach around him to open the door, a firm grasp remaining on his hair. The door swung on its hinges and Duo swung by Heero's grasp, landing, somehow, on the bed just inside the door.
Heero gave Duo a pointed look, one which commanded him to stay where he was, and walked over to where a suitcase sat on top of a desk. He opened it quickly, almost silently, and pulled out most of the clothing, setting it to the side. With a slight chuckle, he reached in once more, pulling out a leather outfit. "Well, Duo, let's see how much you remember. Get undressed."
Heero smiled, his clothing beginning its descent to the ground, and laughed gently as he looked over at Duo carefully removing his own clothes. "You'll like this. We'll pick up just where we left off. Just when you said you thought it was unhealthy to carry on like this... running off to Hilde like that...
Duo looked as though he were about to protest, but sank back meekly as he met Heero's gaze. Smiling at how quickly he was remembering, Heero began to work himself into the leather outfit, which he had purchased on a whim at a sex shop he'd happened upon.
Biting his lip, Duo watched silently as Heero somehow slithered into the zippered mass of shining, black, patent leather... all of the zippers just above Heero's favored erogynous zones. The evening would be sweet torture.
"Slave?" Heero called softly, seemingly floating across the room to Duo's side. The boy watched with apprehension, not sure of whether or not this was a trap. Instead of answering with words, he simply nodded, keeping a careful track on Heero's eyes and body language.
Heero nodded curtly at Duo's hesitant gesture. "Don't be afraid, love. Act on your emotions. You know you love this. Give into it."
Letting a half smile grace his features, Duo stretched his lanky form out on the bed, giving Heero a 'come hither' stare.
Staring at Duo openly, Heero took a few steps toward him, opening several gleaming-bright zippers as he went, revealing scant traces of heated flesh that begged for touch. "Are you going to me a good little slave? Should I spank you first, just to make sure?" Sliding onto the bed, Heero pulled Duo onto his lap, turning him onto his stomach and rubbing his behind gently. "Making your tight ass nice and pink. Then I can call you Relena. You'd love that, wouldn't you?" He let a resounding slap fill the room as his hand collided with Duo.
Duo whimpered at the initial contact, then resolved to keep silent for the rest of his preliminary punishment. Heero watched as the boy squirmed under his hand, which was rapidly increasing the force and speech of the smacks. If Duo was determined to keep silent, Heero was just as determined to draw a scream from him.
"Enjoying yourself, koi?" The pilot laughed, not letting his voice break the rhythm of his strokes. "I can make this even more fun, you know. Remember where I keep my toys? The brush...the belt...the crop...the cane..."
Duo's eyes widened a little further with each painful implement that Heero brought to his mind. He honestly didn't think his backside could take that; not after being away from Heero for such an extended time.
Whimpering softly, Duo turned to look at Heero, his eyes still wide. Heero stopped his hand, choosing to softly caress Duo's bottom instead, easing the heat that radiated from his flesh. "Now, if you're a good boy and scream for me like a good little slave until I tell you not to speak... then you won't have to worry at all."
Nodding, Duo let out a plaintive cry, which quickly escalated into a scream for mercy, as Heero's hand picked up where it had left off, crashing down on him time and time again. Heero grinned sadistically at the response, letting Duo's pleas for mercy fall on deaf ears. This wasn't over until he dictated, and he hadn't seen fit to do so yet.
Duo gasped as he thrust his hips forward at one particularly harsh blow and felt his member rub against one of Heero's zippered thighs. The sensation was... odd... yet immensely pleasureable. "Oh, Heero..."
Now, it was time. Stopping abruptly, Heero pushed the braided boy from his lap, and Duo tumbled to the floor in a tangle of limbs. "Hai?"
Groaning with disappointment, Duo let his gaze drop, while trying to sort himself out. "I..."
Heero nudged Duo with one toe. "What? I haven't forbidden you from speaking yet."
"But..."
"Okay. You had your change. No talking until you come. No coming until I come."
Whimpering plaintively, Duo pouted. Heero let a smile briefly touch on his features, before once again wrapping his hand around the boy's braid and jerking him to a kneeling position. "Silly boy. Instead of complaining about it, why don't you do something?"
Wincing slightly at the pain radiating from the nape of his neck, Duo slid his hands lightly up Heero's legs, reaching for one particular zipper. Heero grasped Duo's hands in his own, grinning down at the naked, trembling boy. "No hands, either."
As Heero released him, Duo complacently brought his hands to rest behind him in the small of his back, moving his mouth to hover over the zipper, before taking it between his teeth and beginning the arduous process of giving Heero what he wanted, without doing something inappropriate instead.
Wincing as the zipper slipped past his teeth, Duo grasped it once again, this time securing it with the tip of his tongue, and pulled it down to its maximum, nuzzling the newly-opened notch and revealing Heero's swollen manhood. Duo's lips quivered slightly, but he let his tongue fall past the opening of his mouth to catch the drop of pleasure welling at Heero's tip nonetheless.
Shifting impatiently, Heero looked down on Duo with some disdain. "Come now, slave, you don't expect me to wait all day?" he chastised slightly.
Duo blushed, and instead of answering with words, he simply brought his mouth quickly over Heero's shaft, causing the other boy to give a noise that indicated he was pleased.
Continuing, Duo lavished Heero's member with his flickering tongue and warm breath, nursing on him luxuriantly. Heero ran a single hand through Duo's hair, grabbing hold and thrusting his hips. "Oh, what a good little slave. Have you been practicing?"
Gagging slightly as Heero drove into the back of his throat, involuntary tears sprang to Duo's eyes, and he made a small mew of acknowledgement. "Really?" Heero's eyes positively sparkled. "On whom?"
Duo's eyes glittered in momentary fear, but he felt Heero's strong hands pull him up so that he met Heero's eyes. Looking down for a moment, he swallowed, then met Heero's eyes again. "Treize Kushrenada."
Heero laughed brokenly for a moment. "Oh, Duo, that is *rich*. You... sucking off the general of OZ. How *did* he taste? Is he really as powerful as he's supposed to be? Did Lady Une ever walk in? Oh, you were his good little slut, too. Weren't you? And, now, he's dead. That's why you came running back, isn't it? Too cock-hungry for your own good."
"It's not like that," Duo snapped suddenly, forgetting himself. He was, however, jolted back into his place moments later when Heero's hand slapped him harshly, sending him sprawling.
"Finish what you started." Heero's gaze was even colder than normal. Duo's arms became dotted with gooseflesh under Heero's stare, those cold eyes watching as he came back to his place and took Heero, again, into his mouth.
As Duo's quick tongue worked over his hot flesh, Heero's impatience again began to act up, as he grabbed the braided boy's head, threatening further action. Not wanting this in the slightest, Duo sped up, doing all he could to pleasure his master.
Heero threw down Duo's braid and pulled Duo up to his feet by his waist with one quick motion. "As lovely as the head you give is, I want to fuck you now. There's lube in my suitcase. Do yourself up."
Whimpering, Duo obliged, finding the lube, and letting his fingers do the job that Heero had before always done for him. Watching with a bored look on his face, Heero crossed his arms and waited until Duo was finished, before crossing to the boy and forcing his arms above his head. "Don't move," he commanded, before going to his suitcase and removing a gleaming pair of handcuffs.
Duo's breath caught in his throat for a moment at the sight of the cuffs, but remained still. All of his lovers had liked these little games. It was something he was drawn to. And, as much as he tried to run away from it, figuring it would eventually kill him, he always found himself running right back and Heero always seemed to be the one he ran back to.
Heero slid the cuffs around the bedpost, shackling Duo tightly on either end. He then reached down to the floor, searching for a moment, and finally coming up with a black piece of cloth. "I thought we would try this, tonight, koi. I know you don't like blindfolds, but right now, this isn't about what you like."
Duo nodded softly and made no move as Heero folded the cloth and bound it firmly around Duo's head, effectively blocking his vision. "Enjoy the feelings, slave. Your master is about to be very, very good to you."
Biting his lip, Duo sensed the dip in the bed when Heero clambered onto it, and let himself become pliable, in order that Heero might lift his legs to his shoulders. His suspicion that there may not be any type of preparation was confirmed, as he felt Heero ready himself at his entrance.
Yet, for a moment, the room lacked any movement that Duo could sense. He turned his head slightly, then came to terms with the fact that he could see nothing. However, he could hear Heero's heavy breathing and could feel that cool leather against his flesh.
Closing his eyes beneath the blindfold, Duo concentrated on the space around him, searching for tangible signs that time hadn't stopped with the soundtrack still playing. That's when he felt the shift of Heero's body over his own, then hot breath, and a warm mouth covering the pert uprise of his chest's darkest flesh, then a caressing tongue. Soon, callused fingers ghosted their way up his side, tracing his ribs, feeling for the twin of the warm mouth's companion, teasing it gently and twisting it lightly.
All the while, Duo help his breath, occasionally exchanging the exhausted air for an oxygenated mix. He could swear that he was just breathing pheremones. He was turned on more than he had ever been... all because he wasn't being taken right away? And, there was Heero's pulsing member just nudging at his entrance, but refusing to enter.
Every nerve in his body was absolutely tingling; his ears picked up the slightest noise; he could smell the sex, the sweat, and the tension hanging in the air. It was torture. Absolute torture. Perfect, exquisite, and the type of thing only Heero would know to do for him.
Heero's fingers continued their tracing of Duo's body, causing Duo to bite his bottom lip harshly to keep from moaning at the wonderful sensations. Heero was still in place, and, suddenly, his hips were rolling, the head of his member gently massaging Duo's entrance. Duo, though remembering not to speak and not to come, yet, raised his hips slightly and allowed Heero entrance, whether that was his purpose or not.
Heero paused, as if contemplating, causing Duo to tremble from sheer anticipation. He sighed in bliss as his koi finally began to move forward again, slight pangs of pain radiating through his body.
Continuing to push slightly, Heero made his way, fully, into Duo, then leaned across his back, ignoring everything below his waist and concentrating on beginning to traced complicated patterns on every inch of Duo's reachable skin. "How's it feel, koibito?"
Duo whimpered. "I... I don't know. It's incredible, it's awful, it's..." he broke off midsentence and hissed, as Heero scraped a particularly harsh fingernail across his flesh. "...whatever you want it to be."
Heero laughed and bit into Duo's shoulder, drawing a long gasp from the boy beneath him. "Pleasure, pain, whatever you can gain. Just feel it, Duo."
"Just... please?" Duo mewed, trying desperately to keep his urges at bay, and not to thrust against Heero with every bit of that pleasure and pain he was gaining.
Heero shook his head and gave Duo ear a tiny lick around the edge. "As you wish... just this once." He pulled back his hips and thrust back in with one word. "Scream."
Duo obeyed, letting loose with a plaintive cry that started deep in his chest and ended in a wail that rocked even Heero to the core. The submission drove the boy to pound more quickly into his koi, fueled by the short cries and screams continuing to pour from the bruised lips.
Biting down on Duo's shoulder again, Heero got a maniacal grin on his face. "Okay, Duo. Now, shh."
Duo gasped and rode out Heero's heavy thrusts, biting into his bottom lip with renewed fury. He was about to go crazy from the overwhelming amount of sensation that was present, combined with the everpresent pleasure and pain that fought for control of his being for the moment.
If he could have seen, he would have seen the feral look in Heero's eyes, and the lust-ridden gaze that was being fixated on him at that moment. Gasping and arching his back, Duo struggled to keep himself at bay, not wanting to relieve himself without Heero's explicit permission, but knowing there was not much more that he could take.
If he could have seen, he would have seen the feral look in Heero's eyes, and the lust-ridden gaze that was being fixated on him at that moment. Gasping and arching his back, Duo struggled to keep himself at bay, not wanting to relieve himself without Heero's explicit permission, but knowing there was not much more that he could take.
Wincing slightly at what he knew would happen in just a moment, Duo took a deep breath and broke the rules. "Heero... let me come!"
Heero grunted, pausing in his thrusts. "If I let you..." he began, his tone ominous, "you have to accept whatever punishment I dole out."
Duo nodded and braced himself for whatever Heero had in mind. "Anything, Heero."
Hands came up under Duo's knees, pushing them back, arching his body so that all of his weight rested on the width of his shoulders and all of Heero's weight was pushing down upon him, yet Duo still held Heero's throbbing length within, hopeful of a glorious moment soon to come.
"Then yes, koi, you may come," Heero told him, softly, watching as the braided boy absolutely shuddered with relief. "But, remember, you can't come until I do. So, you have to make me come first, and you have to do all the work from right where you are."
Duo let out a wail, and if he'd been able to see his eyes, Heero was sure they'd be pouty and tear-filled. "I..."
"Shh." Heero commanded, absently running a finger over his thigh. "Don't break too many rules, koi."
Sobbing beneath his breath, Duo pushed back against Heero needily, clenching his teeth and his muscles, desperate for release. His body moved as fluidly as he could force it, passion and tension overwhelming him into a machine intent only on final gratifacation.
Heero groaned, so close to release that the pleasure was absolutely agonizing, relishing in the feelings of Duo trying desperately to please him in any way possible.
Duo rocked his body harder, concentrating more on Heero's orgasm than his own, knowing that his body was in tune with Heero's enough that it, at least, would obey.
Finally, just when Duo felt he could hold back no longer, he felt Heero come within him, the warmth flooding through him, and the weight of Heero's body as the boy collapsed onto him heavily.
Yet, try as he might, his body didn't understand and would not cooperate. It was still under Heero's rule. With quiet desperation, Duo whispered into the air, "Heero... tell me..."
"Tell you what?" Heero had obviously heard.
"Tell me I can come now. Please!"
"You can, or you may?" Heero laughed, running a finger down Duo's abdomen with a sadistic sense of pleasure.
"Master..." he whimpered, in a final plea of desperation.
"Hai, Duo, you may come."
With a stifled gasp, Duo felt all control leave his body, his muscles tensing so that he lay, a moment later, in gentle silence upon the bed. It was almost as though he had found peace, and in the oddest of places. "Heero..."
"Slave..."
"Master... may I let you take me again?" Duo was still blindfolded and handcuffed to the bed.
Heero looked over at Duo again, then down at his rapidly rising member. "Yes, slave. You may."
Duo turned his head to once side and smiled. "Yay."
Owari. ^__~
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