CATEGORY: AU (well, sort-of...just read it [g]), PWP, *Mild*
Bondage
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WARNING: m/m sex ahead. You got a problem with that?! Then ya
better stop reading now.
DISCLAIMER: I didn't have a choice, George! The bunny put a gun
to my head and made me write it. Sue him! Sue him!
SUMMARY: Two men play a 'dangerous' game
NOTES: For Suze, whom I promised something without angst a long
time ago and am finally delivering. Here you go, honey! And she
even beta'd it for me, what a doll! Thanks also to Ji-Konn and
Iaga for the additional beta.
The man knelt in the center of a darkened room. The length of
his gold threaded lavish robes, adorned with jeweled beads,
gathered about his knees. Each multi-faceted gem reflected and
shimmered from the lone light that illuminated him from above.
The edge of the room hid in shadowed darkness. The man shifted,
flexing his shoulders, uncomfortable at having his hands tied
behind his back and un-eased by the constant circling of his
captor. He couldn't always see the other man as he walked just
outside the circle of light, but his narrowed gaze caught the
occasional glimpse of black clad legs and arms and a blaster
strapped to a muscular thigh. The abductor circled and circled
again, staring holes into the captive's body from unseen eyes.
He was mocking him - mocking him with his silence, with his
freedom of movement, taunting him with his dominance of the
situation.
"Well, Ambassador Jinn," the captor's voice finally broke the
silence. "Even with all your guards, all your security, each
finely tuned precaution, none of it mattered." He stepped into
the circle of light, pausing before his prize. The young man,
dressed fully in tight black leather, rested his fists on hips
as a devious grin darkened his handsome features. Red-gold
filaments caught the light, drawing the auburn color into his
spiky hair. "Your capture was just *too* easy."
Shifting again, the Ambassador jerked against the binds
constricting him. A lock of silvered brown hair tumbled from
his temple, slipped loose from the tight braid at his nape.
"Who paid you to do this?" The older man snapped, his voice
venomous. Laughter answered the question - a boisterous and
cocky sound, melodramatic in its enthusiasm. The young man's
wide slow gait returned, circling his prey again, only much
closer this time. The whisper of soft leather undulating with
his motions offered a haunting background to his speech.
"Oh no, Ambassador," he began, "there were very specific
instructions regarding the disclosure of your enemy. Quite
clearly stated in the contract, in fact. I believe it said, not
until you've breathed your last breath, not until the numbness
of death slowly crawls up your body." The hunter stopped at
Jinn's side, bending over and leaned into his ear, the words a
soft rumble against the sensitive flesh, "Not until the only
sense that remains is 'hearing'. Only then, as your lungs
constrict for the final time, will I lean in close, just like
this," his voice fading to hot breath and murmured words, "and
whisper the name you wish. The name of who brought You. Your.
Death."
A shudder eased down the Ambassador's spin, ending at the kink
in his back from his arched position. For a moment, fear showed
clear in the older man and the captor grinned at the victory,
straightening and throwing back his shoulders. Soon, though, a
scowl crossed the young man's face as the moment passed and the
façade of calm collection returned to his captive. The
captor ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, bumping
against the small tail at the back of his head. He tugged at
the narrow braid that had been drawn in with the longer hair of
the tail.
The Ambassador lifted his chin to stare directly back at his
abductor.
"Well, at least tell me your name."
The young man shifted, resting his weight on one hip,
considering the request. He tapped his booted foot, a muffled
thud against the carpeted floor. Folding his arms across his
chest, his face split with a bold grin.
"Ben," the young man nodded, his pale bare hands clasping his
leather-clad elbows. His stance relaxed and in control.
"Ben?!" the older man coughed out with a laugh. His eyes
glistened in his amusement, squinting with poorly repressed
humor.
"Yes! Ben!" the young man snapped, his hands dropping to grip
his hips, white digits curling over the smooth darkness. His
brow crinkled, annoyance twisting his handsome features. Jinn
shrugged as best he could in his pose, turning his gaze out
into the dark nothingness of the edge of the room.
"I guess I just expected something a bit more foreboding and
mysterious for a Bounty Hunter. Ben is so... plain." He ended
with another choked laugh.
Ben's hand slid to his blaster, fingers teasing the trigger. He
narrowed his glare.
"Are you quite finished?"
Jinn yanked his gaze back to his captor, features mimicking the
face before him - eyes mere slits, jaws clenched tightly. Both
men's glowers locked, a power struggle of implied dominance
commenced. Victim challenged victor. One man denying to be
taken, the other vowing to take. A dead lock of wills in which
neither surrendered. Before either realized, the room echoed
with their panting, fire erupting between them. Ben's lips
curled, a wicked grin again darkening his features.
"Well," he began, "since a slow painful death is in order, I
suppose I should get started." Crouching down, Ben drew a
shining blade from his boot.
Jinn jerked in his chin, his shocked reaction causing the skin
between his brow to fold with a deep crease.
"Just like that?" the older man demanded. "Don't I get a final
request? A last wish?"
Ben paused, turning the hilt of the blade in his grip. Rotating
it once. Twice. His face betrayed nothing.
"It's not in the contract," he finally said, a cold
business-like response that sent chills along Jinn's arms.
Moving to kneel on one knee before the Ambassador, Ben grabbed
the older man's jaw. Giving a squeeze, he tilted his head with
a shove, exposing a thumping vein in his neck that pushed up
against the pale skin. Ben's fingers rolled with Jinn's hard
swallow, bumped by his Adam's apple. The vibrating of the
Ambassador's vocal folds buzzed against his palm as the other
man spoke.
"What if my final request is for a kiss?"
Ben eased the squeeze on Jinn's neck, pausing and scrutinizing
the other man with skeptical eyes.
"Are you trying to seduce me?"
"Yes," Jinn responded quickly, his body twisting against the
increasingly awkward position.
Ben shook his head, pushing Jinn's chin up a bit more, the
older man's beard tickling his palm.
"You'll have to do a better job than that." Ben raised the
knife to Jinn's neck, the blade glinting in the dim
illumination, sending a sharp light into the corner of the
Ambassador's eye.
Squinting against it, Jinn leaned away, spreading his knees to
keep from toppling over.
"Wait!" he shouted. Ben paused again, still gripping hard on
his captive's neck. "Maybe it's some hostage syndrome, but your
mouth has been driving me mad since you brought me here."
Ben didn't respond, didn't move. The moment dragging longer and
longer. Out of the preceding silence, the click of Ben's tongue
thundered in the quiet room.
"Yes, that was definitely more effective." Ben released the
older man's neck, shifting back on his haunches and then stood.
Knife still in grip, Ben laid it against his thigh, the silver
blade a stark contrast to the smooth black leather. "What
else?"
"Well," Jinn began, rolling his jaw to ease the pain from Ben's
grip. Looking up, Jinn's gaze met his captor's enflamed stare.
"Your eyes are quite distracting, a very changeable color.
Captivating." The final description intoned with a deeper
brogue. Ben quirked his brow, grinning. Crouching down, he
sheathed the knife back into his boot, then moved to kneel
before Jinn.
"Really? Anything else?" his voice making plain his intrigue
and humor.
Jinn grinned in return then let his gaze travel the length of
the younger man's body, his brow furrowed in concentration. He
raised his stare back to Ben's, the flames spiking in both
their eyes.
Ben shifted closer, the tip of his nose brushing the soft
bristles of the older man's beard. Drawing a deep breath, Ben
breathed in the air Jinn released with his sigh.
"Truly?" Ben inquired, his voice calm, yet enticed. His eyes
closed as he drew another deep breath.
"Yes," Jinn responded, eyes closing as well. His hands pulled
against the bonds, instinctively trying to reach out and touch
the man before him.
Tilting back his head, Ben mouthed his words against the
Ambassador's chin "And you want me to kiss you?" The rough
texture of the beard teasing his lips, an intoxicating
sensation that almost overshadowed the closeness of the other
man's body. Almost.
Jinn shuddered, "Yes" his voice raspy and without breath.
"I think I can grant that." Ben slowly replaced his lips with
the pad of this thumb and brought Jinn's head down to press a
chaste kiss to his lips, pulling back almost instantly.
Jinn groaned for the lack, leaning forward to follow the
retreating lips, yet he was held in place by Ben's insistent
thumb.
Ben leered, cocking his head to the side. A humored expression
crossed his face.
"More?"
Jinn opened his eyes, his aroused glare hooded, his chest
heaving. His tongue darted out to wet his parched lips, nodding
his response.
Ben's nostrils flared, drawing in Jinn's scent, a spicy odor
that made his mouth water. His eyes closed, whispering "Ask
me."
Jinn growled deep in his chest, "Please kiss me."
Ben pressed his thumb down again, drawing the rest of his
fingers up along the older man's jaw line. He slowly slid his
hand back along the edge of Jinn's face, slipping his hand
under the tight braid, then cupped the back of his neck.
Flexing his grip against the strong column of flesh, Ben pulled
Jinn down sharply for a hard, crushing kiss. Ben opened his
mouth, drawing Jinn's tongue between his lips. Like the war of
wills before, the power battle between tongues, teeth, and lips
was just as savage.
Ben thrust his tongue up into Jinn's mouth repeatedly, drudging
a fierce moan up deep from the other man's chest. Jinn
struggled against his binds, his elbows jerking out, trying to
gain release, instinct making him want to haul the younger man
into his arms. Jinn broke the kiss with a gasp as Ben's hand
settled between his thighs, teasing the growing bulge there.
Groaning at the touch, Jinn leaned down and recaptured the
younger man's lush and swollen mouth.
Ben released his grips to take Jinn's shoulders and move to
kneel on one knee. Using his leverage, he eased Jinn back
against the floor, never breaking the kiss. Jinn's back arched
over his bound hands and he groaned in pain from his position.
Breaking the kiss again, Jinn gasped out "Untie my hands."
Ben slid his lips across the bearded cheek to lave and then
bite the older man's ear lobe. Jinn yelped in more pain.
"No," Ben answered, his voice husky with arousal, his fingers
teasing into the folds of the other man's tunic.
Jinn shifted, trying to roll to his side, but Ben climbed over
and straddled him, pinning the Ambassador down. He then claimed
his mouth, his tongue swirling around, teasing his palate.
Starting with minute movements and increasing with intensity,
Ben ground his hips against Jinn. The other man thrust up,
pressing for more contact, his erection pushing hard against
his trousers. With a quick bite to Jinn's lip, Ben pulled back
and moved to kneel at the man's side. He directed him to roll
over and then pulled him back to his knees so that the
Ambassador's weight rested on his shoulders.
Ben shoved the ornate robe up to drape around his waist. Giving
a squeeze to Jinn's crotch, Ben unlaced the slacks and tugged
them back and down to gather at his knees. He then stroked the
older man's rampant erection, silky skin sliding over the hard
shaft. Jinn squirmed at the touch, straining against the bonds
and panting hard.
Ben leaned forward, his hot breath warming Jinn's ear to a
bright red.
"Do you want me to take you?"
Jinn's eyes fluttered shut, moaning
"Yes."
Ben gripped Jinn's erection again, tightening enough to hear
him whimper. Then, he whispered.
"Ask me."
"Please fuck me," Jinn growled without hesitation, thrusting
his hips back in anticipation. Ben shifted to his haunches and
stood, a broad grin wide across his face.
"Now, don't move," Ben teased, in a conversational tone, "I'll
be right back."
Walking a bit awkwardly from his own erection pressing hard
against his leather trousers, Ben slipped into the darkness and
promptly returned with a small bottle. He slowed his approach
as he un-strapped his blaster and set it on a shadowed table.
He then looked up and lost himself staring at the Ambassador.
The older man's hands were still bound and now tangled in the
robes across his back, his strong bare ass jutted out, his
thick erection curled up to his belly. Ben drew a sharp breath
at the sight, then laughed.
"What a view, I must tell you. So wanton, so strong, and
beautiful. *So* beautiful, especially like this,..."
"PLEASE!"
"...begging me," he added with a chuckle. Closing the distance,
Ben moved to kneel down at Jinn's backside, flipping the cap on
the bottle. He poured oil on his fingers, letting it run to
each digit, then poured a drizzle between the firm globes of
Jinn's ass. He flipped the lid closed and tossed the bottle
into the surrounding darkness.
Ben slipped one finger in between, rubbing the puckered skin.
Jinn gasped at the touch. Ben then carefully penetrated, the
finger gliding in on a wave of oil. The Ambassador's muscles
clenched, thrusting back on the digit.
"Patience." Ben's voice a coo, mocking in its calm. Jinn
groaned, rolling his head back and forth, the slow pace pure
torture to him.
Ben drew out his finger and joined it with a second. He pushed
deeper and scissored to stretch the skin. Picking up an easy
rhythm with one hand to loosen the passage, he reached down
with the other and liberated his own cock, eyes rolling back at
the action, the freedom. Jinn begged again through a mumble of
incoherent words. "Oh gods please fuck me now" being the most
distinct to be heard. Ben withdrew his fingers and ran them
over his cock, slicking it and then positioned himself behind
Jinn. He hissed as the head of his penis was swallowed by the
other man's body and he slowly eased himself in the rest of the
way. Folding himself over the man's back and hands, Ben kissed
just behind the Ambassador's ear and whispered.
"You *are* beautiful." Then as if to punctuate the statement,
he pulled out and slammed hard back into Jinn's body,
accompanied by an animalistic grunt. Again and again, his
thrusting took rhythm, his balls slapping against Jinn's
perineum. Ben wrapped his fingers around the older man's hips,
pulling him back as much as he pushed himself forward.
Thrusting, pounding, both men loudly proclaimed their pleasure.
Ben let one hand slip around to encase Jinn's erection with his
fingers. With each thrust of his hips, Ben's hand slid down to
the root of the other man's penis. The heat rose between them
as they growled and groaned and rode deeper into pure
sensation. Faster and harder, Jinn arched his back as he came
closer to the edge, the tension curling in his gut. When Ben's
fist squeezed suddenly, the tauntness in Jinn snapped and he
shuddered, calling out his completion. The convulsing of Jinn's
muscles drew the pinnacle of Ben's climax and yelling, he spent
himself into the other man's body.
Jinn slid forward on his shoulders until he lay flat on the
floor. Ben followed him down, easing out and lying on his back
alongside the other man. Panting echoed in the room, loud gasps
for lost air and equalizing of haggard breath. Both men
glistened with sweat and semen where their skin laid bared to
the circle of light. A swirl of energy collected over Jinn's
bound wrists and by their own violation, the ropes fell away.
Jinn rolled to his back and slid backwards out of the light to
lean against a couch just inside the darkness of the rest of
the room. He shrugged off the cloak and righted his trousers.
He then leaned forward and pulled the younger man up to him,
surrounding him with his arms and hugging him close to his
chest. Ben turned and laid on his side along the length of the
other man and wrapped his arms around his torso.
The pair stayed there, eyes closed, sated and comfortable in
the other's presence, shallowed breathing finally becoming deep
relaxed breaths. Jinn sighed and then chuckled, drawing his
hand up to caress the other man's damp spiky hair.
"I must say, I was initially quite skeptical when you suggested
Role-playing, Obi-Wan, but it's certainly adds a whole other
dimension to our sex life."
Obi-Wan pulled himself closer and in a possessive gesture,
threw his leg over Qui-Gon's. He started to sigh, but instead
his mouth gaped open in a yawn, his eyes squinting closed even
tighter. Through his yawn, he answered.
"I would never have guessed that you were apprehensive about
the idea from all the enthusiasm you take to your character."
Qui-Gon's face crumbled at the statement.
"You're one to talk." He then peered down at the slackened face
of his lover, a questioning look displayed on his features.
"Where did that speech about my death come from?"
"Oh that..." Obi-Wan chuckled "It's from a holovid Bant and I
watched last time we were both planetside."
Qui-Gon laughed, throwing his head back to rest on the cushion
of the couch. He then dropped his chin, shaking his head and
slipped into a sleepy silence with his mate.
Jerking his chin up from dozing off, Qui-Gon shook his head and
blinked his eyes before pushing Obi-Wan up, off him.
"We need to get cleaned up, out of these costumes and retire to
our bed," he explained while Obi-Wan rolled to his other side
instead of getting up. Qui-Gon stood and looked down at his
apprentice. Obi-Wan had curled into himself, knees drawn up to
his chest and head resting on his arms. He watched him for a
long moment, admiring him, loving him, before he reached down
and grabbed his arms, pulling the reluctant man up to a
standing position. Qui-Gon towed Obi-Wan by his arms deeper
into the darkness of the room, into their bedroom. Obi-Wan
groaned, wanting nothing more than to sleep, but stumbled after
his Master, his movement hampered by the leather slacks that
were still pushed down and collected around his thighs. Qui-Gon
laughed as he continued to lead Obi-Wan into the next room,
thinking about their new found game. As the solid darkness of
the unlit bedroom consumed them, Qui-Gon made a suggestion.
"I think we should play "Obi-Wan the Pleasure Slave" tomorrow
night."
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