Issues

Disclaimer: I don’t own or make money off Beyblade or its characters… I’m simply borrowing them in an attempt to amuse myself…

Warnings: Swearing, yaoi (boyxboy love), PWP, bondage…

Author's Note/s: It was a dare, brought on by people who know I hate bondage... *glares at friend*

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Issues

Spencer threw his keys on to the kitchen table and ran a hand through his hair as he clicked on the kettle. He glanced up at the clock. Bryan would be home soon, and he hoped that the pale man would be in a far better mood than he had been that morning. Not that Spencer could really blame him, he'd be angry at Bryan too had he refused sex so blantantly.

Spencer made himself a coffee. He could tell that it would be a trying night. Bryan would, more than probably, try to get him to 'try new things' again. He sighed, feeling a head ache start to swell and throb just above each of his ears. Spencer rubbed at them gently, hoping to ease off the pain before it got any worse, though it did nothing as the thought of those 'new things' stuck inside his mind and wouldn't go away.

Bryan had gone shopping with Tala earlier that week and they'd returned with a variety of bags that were mostly filled with clothes, though the last and brightest bag Spencer had looked through made him raise an eyebrow in question. Bryan's excuse for buying the offending steel 'toy' had been that the red head had been bragging about his 'sexual exploits' and as a result he had managed to make Bryan very curious.

Bryan had tried to reason with him the night before, "We've never tried bondage and you're always pushing me to try new things." He'd argued from across the room as Spencer stalked away from him for the umpteenth time that night. Of course, Spencer had argued that he'd meant food, resulting in Bryan's angry retort that it was beside the point.

Spencer could see that annoying hot pink bag in the bin from where he sat at the table. It was just one of its corners poking out of the top, almost as if it were mocking him. He scowled at it. He damned Tala for giving Bryan this stupid idea.

How was being tied up a turn on? He'd asked Bryan and in return Bryan had turned pink, obviously not having expected him to be so against the idea of bondage. He explained that he didn't know, but he wanted to find out, because Tala had made him curious.

But Spencer hadn't wanted to 'find out' anything and still didn't want to. Maybe it was the Abbey coming back to haunt him? Maybe it was just the way he was? He didn't know. But what Spencer did know was that the thought of tieing someone to anything and having his way with them didn't seem too appealing to him.

He sipped at his coffee, sighing slightly after he'd swallowed. Bryan had tried everything: asking politely, nibbling on his chin, kissing him until they were both breathless and Spencer had to admire his determination. It had earned squat though, Spencer wouldn't budge from his desicion. They'd ended up not speaking for the remaining fifteen minutes they had remained awake.

Spencer glanced up at the clock again: half an hour and Bryan would be home. He didn't expect him to be any happier than that morning or the night before but he crossed his fingers and hoped for a miracle.

He also hoped that Bryan's stubborn streak would fail him for once. Bryan wasn't the completely submissive type and Spencer couldn't see his Falcon taking to being tied up too well once he was. He liked his freedom and his ability to grab and scratch Spencer whenever he was being a bastard, Bryan couldn't do that with a belt or handcuffs tying his hands behind his back or to the head board of their bed.

Again, Spencer sighed, gulping down the last of his coffee. Only Bryan could make him think so hard about something without being in the same room.

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Bryan had returned home a few minutes after Spencer had put away his mug. Bryan was acting suspiciously and had been from the time he'd arrived home. Not only was he talking to him, but he was being far too... Happy. Spencer knew what Bryan's snickering and smirks usually led to (the most prominant memory saw Ian as a foot stool): He was plotting something and his plan was going very well.

Spencer watched Bryan, his look even and calculative. No doubt he was still sore about the night before (Bryan was too stubborn to forget about a grudge after one day), and no doubt his lover's devious mind had set itself upon acheiving a way to get what he wanted. At the moment, Bryan was folding clothes and underwear and he was humming something quietly to himself.

Spencer raised an eyebrow and leant down on the counter, his chin rested on his up-turned palm. Something was definately going on.

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Spencer sat up in bed reading. Bryan hadn't pulled anything and Spencer was feeling a lot better, finally feeling that he was able to relax without the threat of being attacked. They both had work the following day, and Spencer doubted that Bryan would risk sleeping in and being late. He worked for Kai afterall, and would no doubt cop several innuendoes from him as the day went by if he did. For now, until the following afternoon, Spencer had declared that it was safe to relax.

He placed his book on the bed and stretched, cracking his neck and shoulders, yawning slightly as he did so. He was just about to relax against the headboard again when he heard the clicks. Then he heard the snickering. Hell, he could practically hear Bryan's smirk!

"Bryan that had better not have been what I think it was." But it was, Spencer could feel the cool metal again his wrists, as tight as they were. Spencer tried to reach and see if he could perhaps jingle the handcuffs off, only to find the chain was far too short, his hands barely reached the middle on his chest. His hands remained by his sides as he glared at Bryan. "Bryan..." He started quietly.

"I told you, I always get what I want," Bryan said with a smirk, "Though I hope you'll return the favour later. Now, lay down." His eyes seemed to glow as he narrowed them seductively. Usually Spencer would have been kissing him breathless by now with the pale man pinned to the bed, wall or whatever else there was, but Spencer didn't feel like kissing Bryan. Not now.

"Get these off." He muttered darkly, shaking his hands, making the handcuffs and the chain attached to them jingle coldy, "I can always up turn the bed, it isn't that heavy." He was feeling too defenseless, usually he could protect himself easily. Now he could barely reach to touch his own nose.

Spencer didn't have time to say anything else as he felt the handcuffs digging into his wrists, forcing his arms back, making him stretch in ways he shouldn't, couldn't bend. He was quick to lay down, lest he dislocate his shoulders. Spencer glared up at the roof, red tinging his cheeks. How humiliating; he was stuck with his hands bound above his head.

Bryan snickered and waved a remote in the air. "Kai had these made expecially for him and Tala. Tal let me borrow them." Again, he snickered and threw the remote to the floor moving to straddle Spencer's hips. Spencer quickly decided that kicking him wasn't going to work to his advantage, no matter how much better it would make him feel.

He watched as Bryan licked his lips, moving to unbutton his shirt. He kissed him soundly, but Spencer was too busy sulking to kiss back. Bryan pulled back abruptly, "You might as well enjoy this. I'm not going to let you go whether you like it or not." Bryan glared.

He kissed Spencer again, and Spencer, realising that Bryan was that stubborn, kissed him back, his tongue brushing against Bryan's bottom lip before they parted and allowed him in. Spencer would just have to have his revenge later, for now though, Bryan's tongue was feeling amazing.

Spencer watched with half lidded eyes as Bryan hurried to unbutton his shirt, pushing it back to reveal his broad chest. He felt utterly useless as Bryan ran a tongue across a pink nipple, roughly biting it before gently sucking it into his mouth. Spencer struggled with his restraints, wanting to touch Bryan, pull him closer and run his fingers through his hair. He couldn't though and he hated it.

Bryan had moved to the other nipple, one hand toying with the opposite one. He released them both and sat up, drawing his t-shirt up and over his head, before he threw it to the floor.

Bryan sent Spencer a devilish smirk and leant down to kiss him again, his tongue slipping between his lips and into Spencer mouth. He took a moment to whisper, "You look nice, absolutely edible." Before he kissed him again.

Spencer moaned quietly as Bryan pulled away with a gasp. Spencer had bucked his hips, a smirk of his own making its way to his lips as he saw Bryan's dazed look. Spencer thrust his hips up again, rubbing his groin against Bryan's backside. Bryan had to shake his head clear before he rose from the bed to toss the blankets and sheets covering Spencer aside.

"Not nice Spencer." He murmured, his emerald eyes almost glowing in the light of the lamp beside the bed. Bryan's hands moved to play with the band of Spencer's pants, snapping them against the blonde's waist.

Spencer couldn't help but huff at Bryan's comment, "Of course, I'm the one that has his boyfriend handcuffed to the bed against his will." His last word was moaned out, his chest now rising a lot quicker than it had been before.

Bryan had stripped him of his pants and under garments, and was now eyeing him almost innocently. Spencer groaned and arched his hips up as Bryan settled between his legs, rubbing the tip of his finger against the head of Spencer's cock. Bryan was leaning against Spencer's raised knee, "You know," He said almost conversationally, "I haven't ever had you in this position." He slid his hand around Spencer's cock, stroking firmly, "Sitting down, yeah, with you laying back, never. I wonder why that is, Spence."

Spencer couldn't gather enough of his brain together to form a response. Both of Bryan's hands were working him now, and as he felt his breath hitch as Bryan leant down to take him in his mouth. Bryan sucked on the tip gently before his tongue rolled over the head of Spencer's cock as his lips slid down its length. Spencer bucked his hips as Bryan's fingers started tickling his balls.

Spencer couldn't help the gasps and groans that made their way from his throat and he fought violently to touch Bryan. He needed to touch Bryan! "Take these stupid things off!" He thrust his hips up, but Bryan only drew away from him, a smirk on his face.

"No." Spencer watched as Bryan stripped himself off, then moved to straddle Spencer's waist again, "Now, keep sti-!" Bryan gasped and drew in a shaky breath.

No. Spencer wouldn't keep still and as it to prove the point he bucked his hips again, causing Bryan to moan and grind himself onto Spencer, their erections sliding against each other. "S-Stop that, you're the one who's handcuffed." Bryan gasped, his eyes shut tight. It took Bryan a moment, but he managed to tear himself away from Spencer.

Spencer watched with barely concealed curiousity (and amusement) as Bryan licked and sucked two of his fingers, thrusting them in and out of his mouth. He reached behind himself. Bryan let out a moan from deep in his throat as he began to pump them in and out of himself.

Spencer couldn't make himself think and he couldn't take his eyes off Bryan. Not when the pale man's face was morphed into the expression of pleasure it was in. Bryan's lips were open, as breath raced from his mouth in small, hurried gasps as his skin quickly flushed pink. His eyes were clenched shut and his eyebrows that were knotted together relaxed into their normal positions as Bryan slowly withdrew his fingers.

He glanced at Spencer's face, smiling slightly as he slid over Spencer so he was straddling his hips again. This time Spencer kept still, his fingers curling and uncurling themselves as he focused on not moving; he did not want to hurt Bryan. He held his breath as he felt Bryan's entrance at the very tip of his cock.

Bryan slid down his length, taking him in fully and quickly, pausing only when he was practically sitting on Spencer's lap. Bryan had called out, though Spencer couldn't translate what he'd said through the pleasure buzzing through him. He could feel Bryan forcing himself to relax, before the muscles in his bottom clenched again around Spencer, making the blonde squeeze his eyes shut, the pleasure was so blinding.

A few moments later Bryan's hands came to rest on Spencer's chest, his breath coming out in pants as he raised his eyes to Spencer's, "You alright?" Spencer asked breathlessly, trying to withhold the shudders Bryan's moving were making in him, and desperately reminding himself to keep still.

Bryan nodded, shifting himself, causing them both to gasp and moan and slowly moving their hips towards away from the other's before they were hurriedly brought back together again. Spencer sighed, grunting quietly with every thrust he made.

It was uncomfortable. Usually Spencer would use his arms as leverage, to speed up or slow down the pace, but he couldn't do that with them above his head. "Take these horrible things off." He panted, a second before Bryan's lips closed over his own. Bryan shook his head as he pulled back, gasping as he thrust back down, rolling his hips against Spencer's.

"N-No." He shuddered, leaning down to nibble and nip at Spencer's chin.

Spencer swore, again pulling at the handcuffs. Bryan had started stroking himself, if possible, the sight sent the little blood Spencer felt he had left to his cock. Bryan's breath started to hitch with every re-entry Spencer made.

Spencer could feel his orgasm coming, he was so close. He bucked up ruthlessly, thrusting inside of Bryan with renewed vigor as the man above him cried out from the movement. Bryan suddenly stiffened, his head tossed back as his back arched and he came over Spencer's stomach and chest. Spencer followed seconds later, thrusting brutally into Bryan's still moving body, the sight of Bryan and the almost painful clenching around his cock driving him into a state of white.

Spencer couldn't remember when he'd closed his eyes. But when he opened them it was to the sight of Bryan panting with his head resting against his chest. Bryan seemed to notice his staring and tipped his head back, resting his chin on Spencer's collar bone as he began to nibble on Spencer's chin. "Please, take these off." Spencer asked while panting.

Bryan took a moment before he smirked and nodded, "Wait a bit," He kissed Spencer's chest, wrapping his arms around him, "Let me catch my breath." Spencer resisted the urge to groan, he could barely feel his hands!

Thankfully, a moment or two later Bryan sat up, pulling himself off Spencer's now soft cock slowly so he could slip off the bed. Bryan found his shirt and slipped it on as he realised it was much cooler in the room than he'd first thought.

Spencer watched him quietly, tilting his head back to get a good look at the handcuffs digging into his wrists, now that Bryan wasn't around to distract him. They were new looking and the chain that held the two loops together were small. Spencer was sure he could break them if he really tried. Spencer didn't think of it though; his hands were turning purple from the lack of blood getting to them. Spencer grabbed the top of the headboard, pulling himself up, now fully aware of the pins and needles in his hands.

He didn't like bondage he decided quietly, managing to turn himself around so he was facing the head board, all it did was cause discomfort. But then, perhaps it would have grown on him if Bryan had been the one cuffed to the head board. His eyes narrowed as Spencer glared at the handcuffs and started to rub the feeling back into his hands. No, he figured... Probably not.

Spencer entertained himself with the thought for a few more moments, before he realised that Bryan wasn't back from where ever he'd gone and that it was taking him a long time to retrieve the key. "Bryan! You alright?" He yelled, hoping Bryan hadn't fallen and hurt himself.

He was surprised when he heard a timid voice reply, "Spencer... I think I've lost the key."

"What?!"

"I didn't lose it on purpose!"

"Well..." Spencer sighed calming himself; getting angry didn't help, "Where did you have it? You fell on your way in didn't you? Check under the mat!"

Spencer glanced back down at the handcuffs. Oh, he'd get Bryan back alright.

"It's not there!"

Especially with the episode forming now.

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DF: There... My first and most probably only bondage fic, though my friend's already poking at me for another chapter... Bryan's turn most likely... Annoying, stubborn git that he is...

Anyway, reveiw please...

By the way... Thank you to TornBloddyFaith and Studio! I wait for the stories impatiently... *bouncing in her chair* Don't worry Studio, I find it hard to keep on task too... ^^;

*** Just editted it a bit because I was bored... ***