Title: Bondage 1/1
Author: Lady Charena
Rating: R, b/d, d/s
Codes: m/m, [K/S]
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Summary: Reality or strange dream? Or maybe just hidden fantasies? Who knows…
Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom owns Star Trek. I borrowed a small part from it, to write this. The story is mine and only fanfiction - no moneymaking or offence of copyrights intended.
If you are under age, please stay away. If you have a problem with m/m-relations and -sex - sorry, you've picked the wrong story for your entertainment. Please be patient with any errors - English is not my native language.
by Lady Charena
Strong fingers closed around his wrist in a steelclamp-like grip (not that he really did anything to free himself) as *he* hauled him to his feet. The hand freed him and a curt gesture showed him to the bed. Not a single word had been spoken between the two of them since his arrival. He could hear his own heartbeat, a dull rap in his chest, as he crossed the room. His mouth was dry in the heated air and his throat felt raw.
He felt the *other’s* eyes burning into his back and his bare skin crawled in anticipation. As he arrived at the bed, for a moment he hesitated. It seemed somehow... intimidating in the low lights of the room. Big - with nearly room for four people. Round - somehow like a dark, bottomless pool. He reached out and touched the dull shining sheets - cool and smooth...
He felt the presence of the *other* behind him - but without actually touching *him*. The knot in his chest swelled a little more, made breathing difficult. He didn't know why... did he feel fear or anticipation?
Two strong hands came onto his shoulders and pushed him down - until he knelt on the bed, his back to the *other*. One of the hands freed his shoulder and slid into his short hair, pulling his head back. Lips came down on his, opened his mouth to make room for a demanding tongue. But after a too short time the curt kiss ended and he was pushed back onto the bed, to lay breathless down on his side. *He* came next to him on *his* knees. One hand on his shoulder, he was turned onto his back.
For a moment, he closed his eyes, fighting down a hot rush of sudden panic... and arousal - and against the instinctive drive to get up and run away as long as it was still possible. The look on his face must have given him away, because his arms were pushed back over his head, a hand covering both his wrists, holding him immobile. He opened his eyes to see the *other* taking a broad leatherstrip from the pocket of *his* robe. His hands were securely bound and fastened above his head in less then a minute's time.
The soft leather laid snug across his wrists, but without actually cutting into the tender flesh. His eyes seemed to be glued to the *other*. The same hands, which bounded him only a minute before so expertly, slid now to the belt of the robe, tearing it loose, tearing it off. The dark material felt away, sliding slowly across the thin shoulders and down. With an impatient shrug the *other* shed *his* robe totally and let it fall onto the floor - *his* arousal now clearly showing. *His* eyes travelled down the length of the bound figure on the bed.
Then *his* hands came down on the others chest, *his* fingers squeezing deep in the yielding flesh, *his* mouth swallowing the soft moan, coming over his lips.
Sharp teeth closed around his upper lip and he screamed, tasting his own blood.
The *other* didn't care.
Bites - nearly cutting through the tender skin - seared a burning path down his throat, leaving deep red marks behind.
*His* mouth closed around a erect nipple, biting hart down, creating a hot rush of pain in his chest - but the hand on his belly held him steady as he squirmed. His rasping breath was the only sound breaking through the complete silence of the room.
*He* straddled him, pressing *his* thighs hard into his shoulders. Looking down onto him.
So defenseless now... in the hands of another... in *his* hands. Vulnerable. Powerless. Shameless... It scared him. It aroused him more, as he had believed it possibly would arouse him. Fingers closed around his chin. And needing no more hints, he opened his mouth to take *him* in. His lips closed for a moment around the head of
the erect cock, sliding quickly down the smooth shaft. With every lap of his tongue on *his* flesh, he felt himself becoming increasingly aroused. But the *other* didn't care, didn't touch him. Two hands around his face - holding his head immobile, as the *other* started to thrust in earnest into his mouth, nearly gagging him...
It didn't take long.
The *other* held him hard and he had to swallow, as the slightly bitter gush filled his mouth.
Then *he* left him, laying there, trembling, helpless. "Please..." It was the first word between the two of them, cutting like a knife through the silence. "Please." Now he was demanding his relief - and it was granted. Hot
fingers closed around his screaming erection and he started to come...
* * * * *
Swallowing the scream, he woke.
He tried and could move his arms, touching his wrist in silent wonder. The skin wasn't either tender or raw, like he had actually expected. But it had felt real enough... The sheet beneath him was damp with sweat, but not
sticky with semen like in his dream - on the contrary, he *was* painful hard. For some long moments Jim Kirk starred at the ceiling, slowing down his heartbeat and the trembling. His throat was dry and raw - as if the screaming part had been real. He swallowed - it was unusual hot in his quarters.
Sliding off the last shreds of the dream, he looked around the strange room. Then he remembered. Of course! It was Spock's quarters - he had been too exhausted after their lovemaking to return to his own. Now he felt the
nearness of the Vulcan and settled to study the sleeping figure of his lover.
Spock was laying on his side, his back
turned to the human, wrapped all over with blankets. And not being really
helpful in Jim's present state...
Without hesitation he slipped back under the covers, to spoon his body neatly to his Vulcans. His mouth drawing an imaginary line across from one shoulder to the other.
Spock stirred, lifting his head to look at
him. His eyes were almost black and a little sleepy.
"Do you mind my waking you?"
The Vulcan shook his head, snuggling back to him.
The cool tip of a tongue dipped into the depths of his ear and Jim earned a soft moan.
"Spock?" he whispered in one pointed ear. "I had a really crazy dream. Do you think there are any leather strips aboard this ship...?"