23-Aug-2000
revised: 11-Jul-2005
Title:
Author: Draco
Random note: I like to thank my cat Kerby, who endured endless hours
of rubbing everytime I hit a writer's block...
Notes: What Angel Ikari wants, Angel Ikari gets... heh ... Anyhow, I
tried for a plot. After staring at it for a while and deciding they
were OOC anyway, I decided, oh screw it, I might as well see what it
takes to write a PWP. Angel wanted lemony kinky with 6x1, so here it
is.
Warning: Lemon, PWP, hot sweaty really kinky <I think> sex...this
gets ummmm... I dunno, interesting...
Heero stared at the gate of the so-called hotel, and briefly considered running away.
"The inside is even better," Zechs whispered. His warm breath gently caressed Heero's ear.
With a slight push, Zechs led Heero into the compound.
Zechs was right, the inside of Pompeii Fantasies was even more frightening than the outside. The entire building was made out of ancient limestone. Some kind of green mush covered the walls. What the mush was, Heero didn't want to think about.
Heero eyed Zechs questioningly. When Zechs told Heero that they were going to a hotel to celebrate their five years anniversary together, Heero didn't expect this.
Zechs smiled slightly, amused by Heero's discomfort, "Wait until you see our room."
Heero swallowed. hard. Zechs voice sounded distinctively predatory.
It definitely did not help that the other residents of the "hotel" were all looking at Heero as if he was a piece of meat as well. Furthermore, there were screams emanating from the walls of the candle lit hallway. Zechs looked most pleased with himself as he took Heero's hand into his own and walked him to their room.
The moldy wooden door opened to a dark cell. The only source of light was two candles on the wall. But even the flickering candles could not hide the shackles on the wall.
Somehow the entire room radiated the presence of sex, and if sex had an essence Heero was sure that this was it.
*Bang*
Heero turned quickly to find that Zechs had shut the door, closing him in.
"Zechs." Heero began, but was immediately silenced by Zechs' tongue.
Heero accepted the kiss, but he did not feel any more relieved.
Zechs noted the tension in his lover, and slowly pulled back.
Before Heero could question Zechs, the older man's hand flew to Heero's mouth.
"Shhhh, let me explain," Zechs' voice was soft, and punctuated by the loud moans from the cell next to theirs.
"This hotel is a replica of a brothel in Pompeii," Zechs said as he slowly began to unbutton Heero's shirt. Heero's mind tried to process the information. What exactly were they doing in the re-creation of a whorehouse?
As Heero's shirt came loose, Zechs gently pushed it off Heero's shoulders. "In Roman times, men as well as women were serviced in these places."
Heero wasn't sure how to react. The implication was quite clear.
"Just for tonight," Zechs' hand brushed up against one of Heero's nipples, "My slave."
Zechs' words were like so many feathers brushing against Heero's ears.
Heero was certain there was something wrong with this. His mind was doing something akin to screaming in horror at the how twisted this was, but another part of his body was responding eagerly to Zechs' touch. He felt the blood rushing from his head into a lower region as Zechs begin to kiss his shoulder blades, eliciting a moan.
Zechs smiled, "I think you liked that."
Somewhere nearby a woman cried as she came.
"They can hear us too?" Heero muttered while Zechs slowly kissed down Heero's chest.
"Yes," Zechs breathed, "Prostitutes have no privacy."
Zechs sunk his teeth into Heero's flesh making him cry out slightly.
"The walls are specially designed to resonate all sounds," Zechs enlightened Heero, "So everyone will hear you as you come."
The thought of all these people hearing him made Heero impossibly hard. Being here made him both a voyeur and an exhibitionist.
Perhaps it was the clamor of ecstasy; perhaps it was the feel of sex, but something in the place drowned out all of Heero's inhibitions, and wrapped his mind full of blinding sensations. Heero closed his eyes, and tried to absorb all the flavor of the moment. He could feel Zechs silk shirt floating against him like fleeting dream.
Almost involuntarily, Heero grinded his hips into Zechs.
"No no, not yet," Zechs chided as he moved away slightly. Brusquely, he took possession of Heero's hands and pressed him against the walls.
Heero welcomed the feel of rough cold stone behind him as his own temperature was beginning to rise above comfort... that was until Zechs snapped the shackles on to his wrist.
Heero made a small noise of protest, but it was done half-heartedly. For now, control didn't seem very important to the perfect soldier.
"*My* slave," Zechs repeated hoarsely.
Heero nodded slightly while Zechs resumed kissing his chest. Zechs' fingers danced across Heero's nipples teasingly while Zechs legs brushed against Heero ever so lightly. Even so, Heero felt the rock-like bulge in Zechs' pants.
As if sensing Heero's growing need, Zechs plunged back to devouring Heero's mouth. His tongue carefully caressed every recess of Heero's mouth as his hot breath bathed Heero's face. Heero tried to gather his arms around Zechs and pull him closer, but the shackles jerked him back and the metal chain clinked loudly against the wall.
"The slave doesn't get to pick," Zechs talked into Heero's mouth, his voice vibrating into Heero's throat. At the same time, he slowly pulled Heero's pants off taking care not to touch Heero's erection.
Heero panted loudly, his breathing almost labored.
Zechs smiled at him, as if amused by his predicament. Then he bent down to removed Heero's black boxers with his teeth. His talented mouth nibbling against the side of Heero's legs during the operation.
Heero could feel a streak of wetness down his leg, hitting every sensitive spot but the most sensitive one.
In the cell next door, a man cried out his lover's name.
Zechs studied the perfect soldier, "What are you going to do now, slave?"
Unable to move his hands, Heero wrapped his legs around the blonde man, and forced him closer.
"I'm going to take you," Heero's voice sounded deeper even in his own ears.
"I think not, slave," Zechs pushed his arousal against Heero, and a loud whimper broke through Heero´s mouth, but then abruptly, Zechs ripped himself away from Heero's grasp.
"This is a battle you cannot win, slave," Zechs told him as he walked over to the bed, "When the Romans won a victory against their enemies, they enslaved all the men. The most beautiful ones are sold for one purpose and one purpose only."
"But I didn't lose a battle to you," Heero argued.
"Ah, but you did," Zechs returned to his side, with a bottle of oil in one hand and a ridiculously large dildo in the other, "Otherwise you wouldn't be here with me."
Before Heero could protest, Zechs silenced him by biting into his underarm. The protest died in Heero's mouth.
"You won the battle in space," Zechs dipped his fingers into the massage oil, "But I won the battle of seduction." Zechs' arms reached around Heero and his fingers pressed into him.
Heero cried out unwillingly from the assault. The oil richly coated him until Zechs' fingers glided in and out of him without difficulty.
"Do you think you can handle this, slave?" Zechs slided the dildos down Heero's chest, daring the soldier to accept it.
Heero nodded, his face already glistening from a light layer of sweat.
"Good." One of Zechs's hand stroked against Heero's slightly raised arm, while the other hand slowly pushed the dildo into Heero.
Heero chocked back the sounds that he wanted to make as the ring of muscles struggle to adjust to the huge dildo.
Heero was panting loudly now with every breath. And Zechs was still pushing the dildo inside of him as he kept his eyes steadily on Heero´s face.
The dildo was just deep enough in to brush against his sweet spot, the angle was wrong and it wasn´t enough to sustain the blast of pleasure.
Heero wriggled and squirmed trying to push the dildo deeper, to impale himself with it, but Zechs held it in place. The pure pain of seeing pleasure and not being able to touch it was slowly driving Heero wild. His erection was so swollen he was certain that it would burst any moment now.
Watching Heero, Zechs smiled slowly, and unbuttoned his own pants, allowing his own arousal to expand.
Ever so lightly, Zechs grazed Heero's erection with his own, only to pull away again.
Heero whimpered loudly in protest, now completely oblivious to his surroundings. His desperate need echoing in the chambers far past their own bedroom.
"Do you surrender this battle, slave?" Zechs' face was dangerously close to Heero. Heero wanted to swallow it whole. The chains on the shackles rattled wildly, as Heero struggled to get to Zechs.
"Do you surrender?" Zechs asked again.
"YES!" Heero yelled. He needed release. He needed Zechs. The pure pleasure and torture left him on the verge of sanity.
Zechs smiled, as he pulled the dildo slowly from Heero.
Carefully, Zechs lifted Heero's legs from the wall until they rested over his shoulders, exposing Heero's opening to him.
Casually, he touched Heero there to make sure there was still enough lubrication. Then with one swift plunge, he dived all the way into Heero.
The chains on the wall rattled as Zechs pushed in and out of Heero bit by bit. Heero's own arms were straining against the wall, but he did not care. All he could focus on was the gratification coming from his lower body. He was in euphoria. Yet he wanted more.
Zechs ignored whatever noise Heero made, and maintained his slow pace and Heero tried to thrust against Zechs so hard that his arms were bruising.
"You are so beautiful when you are like this," Zechs panted, "All the people outside wanted you. But you are mine."
Heero could not find his voice. The only thing he could do was moan his response.
Finally, passion drove out control, and Zechs began to push faster and harder into Heero. His hands dug into Heero's buttocks.
"You feel so good," Zechs moaned. Soon conversation became too much for him too. The two of them just thrust against each other, completely enraptured by the pleasure of the simple movement. Even the noises from the other rooms were drowned out by the single motion.
With one final stroke, the two men came together. Their own screams intermingled with the screams of others.
For a moment, Zechs just held Heero there, bathing in the after glow of sex.
Eventually it became too uncomfortable, and Zechs released Heero. And Heero was the first to speak. "I hope you have the keys to these shackles," Heero said dangerously.
Zechs laughed as he walked over to the bed to retrieve them.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" Zechs asked as he released one of the shackles.
"Next time, I get to be the master," Heero said.
"But, Heero, in Roman times, the older man always gets to be on top," Zechs explained patiently while freeing Heero from the other shackle.
"Screw them." Heero stopped himself, noting his particular choice of words, "On second thought... screw you."
Somewhere in the next room, a woman started hearing screams again.
"Damn, someone recovers fast," She muttered regretfully as she looked at her own sleeping partner.
"Please Heero. I can't... Heero... yes!"
~owari
(:./draco/surrender)
