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Leather and Pearls	By : CelticCreature Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3048 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

          Heero hadn't known such pain and pleasure in his life.

          Every sensitive spot, every quirk and every hidden fantasy he possessed was
being mercilessly exploited by his demonic lover. Each knowing caress, kiss and toy
was flawlessly planned and executed, leaving him in a state of helpless arousal. His
abused body trembled almost as much as his swollen sex ached. It was a juxtpostion of
debilitating agony and delectable frustration.

          Duo, for his part, was having the time of his life. His lover might not have caved
yet, but the sight of him all flushed and flustered was worth the effort in and of itself.
And, God, the man was making some of the sexiest sounds Duo had ever heard from
him. If Duo had known Heero could whimper so sweetly, he would have suggested
playing with the hot candle wax a LONG time ago.

          Duo looked down at his partner. They'd already played with the vibrating nipple
clamps, shaving, vacuum pump and a slim rod with an electronic tip. The "Wand,” as
the thing was called, had produced the most splendid results so far.

!@#$#@!

          Duo tested the tip of the Wand against his finger. There was a zap and a
shudder went through him at the mild, almost-static intensity shock. He could hardly
imagine how it would feel on more . . . aware parts of his body.

          But it wasn't for him. Heero was eyeing the thing with almost frightened attention
while he shifted uncomfortably on the bed, twisting his wrists against the smooth leather
of his bonds. Duo caught his eye and grinned wolfishly at him.

          "Just right" the words were accompanied by another little zap as Duo touched
the tip of the Wand to one of his own nipples. He wanted to make sure it would be safe
to use on his lover without causing him real pain, but his didn't want to be too obvious
about it and break the mood. The electric pulse against the already stiff bud sent a jolt
of pleasurable tightness surging through his body. He moaned dramatically for his
captive audience, causing a tremor to run through Heero's body.

          Duo waved the wand slowly through the air, like a conductor directing a
symphony of lust. The tip danced near and away from the shaking sweating body,
never touching, but coming withing a hair’s breath. Heero was kept on the edge, never
knowing when and where the Wand would make its first strike. The tip glided dreamily
over his chest, up his arms and back, down his torso to circle like a vulture over the
center of his need. Heero was stiff and swollen with the proof of his lover's attentions,
sticking straight out. A tempting target for his lover's evil machinations. The tip of the
device hung eye to eye with the tip of his bobbing shaft.

          Without warning, it struck. Heero cried out in exquisite agony as the electric
prongs came in contact with the sensitive crown of his sex. Duo worked his way down
and up his lover's shaft, drawing more sweet cries and whimpers from his prisoner. The
reaction was splendid. While Heero hadn't been exactly unresponsive during their play
so far, he had maintained a minimum of control over his reactions. All Heero's control
had now been burned away, leaving Heero squirming and sweetly arching his body
against the caress of Duo's toy. Heero moaned, a wordless entreaty for the torture to
stop and never end. Duo laid a trail from the tip of the crimson, quivering cock down his
shaft to his balls. Duo paid particular attention to his work here, knowing how grossly
sensitive they were. Heero let out a series of short, gasping cries at each tap of the
Wand. He turned liquid eyes to his tormentor, unable or unwilling to beg but oh so
needy all the same.

          Duo smiled fondly at his koibito and moved to toy up to give a few cursory
shocks to Heero's nipples, still pebbled and aching from the clamps. Heero tipped his
head back, eyes shutting as he arched into the touch, crooning at the delicious
sensation.

          Duo was pleased at the show of submission. Heero was starting to forget his
preoccupation with paranoia and reverting to his natural inclinations of submission and
sensuality. It was absolutely breathtaking.

!@#$#@!

          Duo switched off the Wand and laid it aside. If he used it too much, his pretty
slave would grow numb to its caress. No point in getting sloppy at this stage of the
game.

          Heero lay panting, tingling fiercely where the Wand had touched him. His
privates were burning particularly sweetly. Heero longed to break free and rub himself
there until the ache and tingling disappeared. But Duo wouldn't allow that just yet.

          He turned his head and was puzzled by the object held in Duo's hand. The
feather was about a foot and a half long and luxuriously fluffy, like the feathers he had
seen in the hats of pirate costumes that some kids wore on Halloween. What was Duo
going to do with that? His question was answered as Duo drug the thing lightly over his
chest.

          The shivering, tickling sensation was a thousand times worse than the aftermath
of the wand. Heero yanked hard on his chains, desperate to free himself to scratch and
rub away the awful feeling. Duo continued to trail the feather over his chest, avoiding
his stiff and straining nipples. The tiny buds of flesh hardened even more, very aware of
the brush of softness not inches away from them. Heero let loose a soft whining in the
back of his throat, breathing gone erratic as the feather slid down his chiseled stomach,
tracing each flinching muscle before continuing further.

          And bypassing his cock altogether. Heero gave a chocked cry that drew chuckles
from the puppeteer of his torment as he stroked the soft skin of inner thighs. With each
pass, the tendrils of the feather whispered closer and closer to Heero's throbbing need.
But the feather still maintained the prudish distance, refusing the contact. Heero
thought he would go mad soon, he was so desperate for a touch to soothe the raging
fire in his cock and balls. He strained toward the teasing feather, trying for any touch he
might get, but the feather flowed out of reach to tease the sensitive skin behind his
knees. Heero gave a sob of frustration and despair, eyes closing against unwanted
tears. He gasped shakily when he felt the feather's kiss against his cheek bone. He
opened his eyes to look pleadingly into hot amethyst eyes, willing to do anything for
some relief.

          "Tell me what you want, my sweet slave"

          "Please, I . . . I don't . . . ahh." Heero gave a soft cry as Duo stroked the feather
over a pert nipple, enjoying the picture his lover made, squirming beneath his mastery.

          "What was that, pet?" The other nipple was dutifully teased until Heero was
reduced to whimpers, unable to voice his needs. Heero thrust his hips up against air,
clearly conveying his need and desperation.

          Duo decided to grant his lover some leeway. He maneuvered the feather to just
brush the base of the jutting prick. Heero mewled tipping his head to the side and
nuzzling against the pillow, kittenish and defenseless against the forces of desire and
Duo. Duo slowly slid the feather up his love's shaft to gently tease the head of his sex,
swirling around it. Heero was moaning continuously now. The feather continued its
maddening dance, sweeping up and down the penis before caressing the velvety sack
beneath. Heero whimpered. Light fluffy tendrils slipped in and out between straining
thighs, teasing burning flesh. Then, the feather glided farther, down past heavy hung
balls to caress Heero's most private place. Heero cried out, yanking on his chains as he
was tenderly explored where no other person had been before. The wisps of the feather
on the soft skin of his crinkled opening left him breathless. He longed for more solid
contact, when before he would have killed any who tried to invade him there.

          The feather disappeared so fast, it was as if it had faded into thin air. Heero
watched as his lover put the thing away and turned back to him. He trembled, as much
from arousal as from dread at what fiendish ploy his love would spring on him next. Duo
caressed his cheek, smiling in satisfaction as Heero closed his eyes and leaned into the
comforting hand. So very sweet.

          "One more act, my love," the other hand came up with a ball gag, "and then we
will see." He placed the ball in Heero's mouth and fastened the straps around Heero's
head. Heero didn't fight his muting, wanting to aid the quickening.

          Duo moved down the bed until he was facing Heero's erection. He gave the
turgid flesh a soft, stroking caress. Heero arched into the touch and Duo replaced his
hand with his mouth, sucking the tip into his mouth and playing with it with his tongue.
Heero's gasping sobs were music to his ears, as he released the head, only to give a
slow steamy lick up the underside of the shaft. While he continued his torture, he
looked up at his lover's face. Heero had his head thrown back and his eyes shut tight
against the onslaught. So he didn't see Duo reach under the bed and pull out a series
of objects connected with slim black wires.

to be continued . . .

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