i blame this on whoever wrote "devil in your hands". Glorious. - Scout groaned with frustration, wrenched harder at the cuffs that held his wrists and ankles to the wall. "PLEASE," he gasped through grinding teeth. "You know right well what I'm after. Give me what I want and you're free." "FREAK." Sniper drew close to the shivering body, leaned in to smell the tang of fresh sweat. Scout snarled, but his face softened almost instantly. He was too desperate to focus his energy on mere rage. His guts burned and he wriggled, frantic, as long fingers stroked up and down his sides gently. "You'll feel so much better, love," Sniper murmured, "It can all be over in a minute." "NO." "You can't last forever." He leaned in to kiss his lover's jugular, to suck along the sharp collarbone. One hand wrapped around the back of Scout's neck and held him still. With his free hand, Sniper unbuckled Scout's belt and slipped underneath it to fondle the soft cock. "PERVERT," Scout cried. His voice cracked horribly; he was close to his breaking point. Sniper's heart drilled through his veins and, unconsciously, he began to grind his erection against his teammate's lean thigh. "Come on now," the filthy words shivered in the air, "Just let it go... Come on, love. It can all be over in a minute." He kissed the fluttering temple, and then - "There you go... Yes, there's a good boy. Let it all go." Tears finally broke from Scout's eyes and he cried quietly. He trembled in little convulsions, miniature explosions as his body shuddered in Sniper's arms. Hot shame flooded him and at last he was empty.