>>126 It is absolutely because of the lack of porn in L&O. If it ever becomes fully justifiable, though, it is gonna be so sweet... Anyway, my chocolate just gave me permission to sleep late tomorrow, so as a counterpoint to that last bit, I present Sniper tied up and whimpering. (and a surprise bit of another requested kink) ~~~Captive~~~ The Sniper wasn't sure how he'd wound up tied to his own bed, wearing nothing but his underthings, with a funny taste in his mouth, but the fact that he was on his own bed was some comfort, and the smell of cigarettes and cologne, both very French, gave him enough of an explanation. How is overrated-- now he knew why. The restraints themselves certainly seemed the Spy's style. Rope, yes, but not just any rope. Not the kind of thing you'd find around either base. It was black and silky-- actually silk, he didn't doubt-- and the knots were solid, the loops around his wrists and ankles neither too tight nor too loose for comfort. Well, if being tied down could be called comfortable under any circumstances, it was comfortable. He would have to ask how the Spy rigged it-- he didn't have bedposts for easy securing, the ropes must have been passed under his mattress and carefully arranged. He'd ask after the Spy was finished... whatever the next step in their escalating game was, it looked sure to be worth paying all his attention to. "Wondering why you are here?" The Spy asked, stepping into view. He wasn't quite stooped in the cramped space of the camper, the low ceiling merely forced him to hold his head at an angle, and the angle he chose merely accented his every current advantage. "Wondering why you're here." The Sniper grinned up at him. "Oh, mon ami, I am here because you were so very cruel to me... when I was at your tender mercies. And now I will play with you. For as long as I please." The Spy's voice was a low promising tone that sent an early shiver running through the Sniper, and the pleased chuckle that followed sent chills up his spine. He waited for a touch-- any touch-- fully expecting it to be as light and teasing and drawn out as his own had been, back in the RED base. Nothing came. "You look so handsome spread out for me, cheri." Spy sat on the edge of the bed, eyes raking over the Sniper's body. "You would be even handsomer without all this in the way, though, don't you agree?" "Oh, absolutely." The Spy flipped his balisong open, twirling it, slicing through the Sniper's shorts and undershirt without nicking him-- without so much as an accidental brush of his hand. With those disposed of, he merely stood back to admire his naked prisoner. "Definitely a better view without." He smirked, arms folded, knife disappearing. "Now... what will I do with you?" "Got a few ideas." The Sniper offered. The Spy laughed. "I am sure you have. I have a few ideas of my own. Oh, I could touch you... could run my hands all over that hard, lean body... feel your muscles respond to my touch. Feel your cock, hard in the palm of my hand. But! I believe-- what was it you said that time? I believe I can do you one better than a lousy handjob." "Please do." The Sniper squirmed just a little, feeling his cock twitch with interest. "Then I could lave over you, taste the sweat on your skin, swirl my tongue through all that rough hair, down your chest, down your belly... suck you into my mouth. That might be fun. You are starting to look like a proper mouthful, after all, and I know how to do everything right..." "Uh huh..." The Sniper shifted his hips slightly, the sheets cool where he hadn't been resting on them for who-even-knew how long. "That sounds real good." "For you, perhaps, but... what about something fun for both of us, hm? Have you ever been fucked by a man, cheri?" The Sniper groaned in spite of himself. He hadn't been. He hadn't meant to be interested in doing that, either. He wasn't sure he was interested, but the way the Spy's voice dropped, throaty and painted with lust, was enough to make a man agree to a lot of things. "You would love it, it is fantastic. I could spend hours, fingering you open, making you slick and ready. Watching your tight little asshole swallow my fingers..." "Nn-- I've never-- Guess you could--" "Making you come, just from that touch... It is one of the benefits, you know. You can come over and over again, while I stretch you out. And I would so love watching you come all over yourself, without so much as a finger laid against that pretty cock..." The Sniper's face heated, he found his hips bucking up off the bed as if he could fuck the Spy's words. The Spy laughed. "Oh, yes... I would enjoy that. And I would take my time once I was inside you, too. I am in no hurry to be done with that ass. But... maybe that is a little too exciting, for a virgin." Another dirty chuckle, and the Sniper opened his mouth to protest the moniker. "Ah!" The Spy laid a finger against his lips, and the Sniper opened his mouth to suck it in. "Oh... hoping to speed up the proceedings?" The Spy added a second finger, moving them in and out of the Sniper's mouth. He touched him nowhere else, merely pushed in and out, until the first two fingers of his glove were slick with saliva, and the Sniper was moaning around them, writhing on the bed. "Maybe," The Spy withdrew his fingers, massaging his own nipple through his shirt, leaving a dark translucent spot. "Maybe I will fuck myself on you instead. Ride you up and down, hard... I could put on quite a show from on top of you. I bet you would like that..." "Please," The Sniper lifted his head. "Oh, cheri..." The Spy leaned forward, kissing him, careful not to let their bodies touch. "I could untie you... turn you over... tie you back down and smack you until your ass is hot and bright red, and maybe that would teach you not to torment me. I would feel bad, of course, but sometimes a little discipline is necessary... Still, after, I might kiss it all better... No. No, if I let you on your stomach, you, naughty thing you, will just rub off against the mattress before I have any fun with you." "Least I touched you," The Sniper moaned. "True. I am being mean." Another kiss, and this time the Spy lowered himself, their chests touching, one hand dragging along the Sniper's side. He pulled back, nuzzling the Sniper's temple and whispering in his ear. "And who knows what twisted revenge you will take, if I do not have mercy now..." The Sniper bucked up from the bed as best he could, brushing against the Spy, coming as he did. The Spy sat, sighing. "Really?" "What?" The Sniper crossed his arms and turned away, his face red. "You got come on my suit." "If that's not what was supposed to happen, then maybe you should've played that one a little differently." "It was supposed to go a little longer..." "I like dirty talk, okay?" Another sigh, and the Spy lit a cigarette, placing it between the Sniper's lips before untying him. "Fine. I will see you next time." "Hey-- hey, you don't have to go... I mean... I can still blow you, if you want." He sat up, resting on his elbows. The Spy smiled, returning to the bed. "I'll try not to take too much more of your time." "Shut up. C'mere and get your pants off." "Avec plaisir..." He crawled up to kneel at the head of the bed, one hand stroking the Sniper's hair. "Maybe I can stay a little while after, too..." The Sniper kissed the Spy's hip. "That'd be nice." "Just for once." "Just to say we'd done it." He grinned, before moving to close his lips around the head of the Spy's cock. The Spy stayed an extra hour in his bed after, just cuddling.