Tormenting Trowa

It was dark when Trowa came to and that confused him. He remembered Heero inviting him round for a meal…they’d drunk wine, talked a little. That was the last thing he recalled. He had turned up at Heero’s shortly after dinnertime though, so why should it be dark now? Why had he fallen asleep?

“So, you’re awake.”

Trowa opened his eyes upon hearing that familiar voice, but was startled when he realised that it wasn’t dark at all. He’d been blindfolded. He couldn’t tell for sure what he was blindfolded with…He tried to blink and his eyelashes fluttered against the material, but eventually he resigned himself to the fact that it wasn’t going to come off anytime soon so he closed his eyes once more and sighed.

He was feeling drowsy and disorientated so it took him a little while longer to register the fact that he was also completely naked. A little bit of shifting on his part had led to the discovery that he had been tied down as well. His arms were raised and fastened to the headboard of the bed, his ankles were tied up too so movement was extremely limited.

“Heero?”

Trowa’s voice was soft and uncertain. How had he gotten here? Where was Heero?

“I’m here,” came the other boy’s reply and Trowa sighed in relief. He didn’t say anything more, just listened to try and find out what Heero was up to. Being denied of sight only made his other senses work harder and he strained his ears, trying to pick up any further clues.

He was rewarded when he felt the bed dip with Heero’s weight and he was surprised when he felt the tip of one finger press against his cheek.

“Are you afraid, Trowa?” Heero asked, lightly stroking the taller boy’s skin. Trowa shook his head. No, he wasn’t afraid…if anything he was curious, but he wasn’t going to say that. Heero was silent for a moment before speaking again. “Do you like being tied down like this?”

Trowa thought about that and then shrugged as best he could. “I’m not sure yet,” he said cautiously, his brow furrowing slightly when he heard the soft sound of Heero’s laughter.

“I thought we might play a little game,” Heero announced, lazily drawing his fingers down the side of Trowa’s face, tracing small patterns over his throat. Trowa gasped and his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

“What kind of game?” he asked, biting down gently on his lower lip when Heero’s fingers moved lower, lightly teasing one of his nipples.

“You’ll have to wait and find out for yourself,” Heero told him, his free hand moving up to Trowa’s mouth, working his lower lip free and running the tip of one forefinger over it. Trowa tentatively nudged it with the tip of his tongue, enjoying the taste of Heero’s skin. He heard the smaller boy’s gasp and he smiled, gently nipping at Heero’s finger.

He was surprised when Hero drew away, but the next thing he felt was Heero’s lips pressed against his. It was a simple kiss and Trowa was soon eager for more, trying to invade Heero’s mouth with his tongue, but the other boy pulled away, leaving him disappointed.

His breathing hitched when he felt hot kisses pressed to his cheeks, his forehead, and his chin…every place but where he wanted to be kissed the most. He made a small sound of disapproval, every time Heero’s mouth came close enough to his, he’d arch his neck, trying to capture a kiss only to be denied by Heero. It took another couple of failed attempts to latch onto Heero’s mouth with his own before Trowa realised what Heero was doing. He wanted Trowa to ask for it. He frowned slightly, but right now pleasure was more important than pride.

“Heero…” he murmured, shifting slightly on the bed. “Kiss me?”

He had barely spoken the words before Heero’s mouth swiftly came down on his, forcing his lips apart with his tongue. Trowa moaned in appreciation, his own tongue moving to fight against Heero’s for dominance. Eventually he gave in, allowing Heero to take control.

The small sounds that Heero was making went straight to Trowa’s cock and he arched his hips, searching for the smaller boy’s body. It was then that Heero broke the kiss and Trowa whimpered in protest, letting his head fall back onto the pillow.

Heero didn’t move again for a few seconds and Trowa knew that he had to be studying him. He felt vulnerable not knowing what Heero was doing, not being able to see his face so that he could read his expressions.

It took him a moment to realise that Heero had just spoken.

“What?” he asked breathlessly, tilting his head on the pillow, trying to work out where Heero was by following his voice.

“I asked you if you were ticklish,” Heero repeated and Trowa went completely still.

“No, I’m not,” he said cautiously and he didn’t need the benefit of sight to know that Heero was smiling. It was a lie and Heero knew it. That made Trowa feel nervous and he wondered why the smaller boy had asked. “Heero? Heero, what–”

He broke off when he felt something light and airy draw over his chin, making him squirm as it moved down his throat. ‘He has a feather,’ was all Trowa could think as he shifted, trying to avoid the offending object. ‘He has a God damned feather…’

He bit his lip hard, almost drawing blood when he felt the tip of the feather trace the underside of his arm. He lost it when Heero brushed the feather over the side of his ribs though and a shriek escaped him suddenly as he desperately tried to move away.

“Well, that was interesting.” Heero’s voice sounded faintly amused and he moved the feather over Trowa’s stomach. Trowa couldn’t hold back his mirth as Heero tickled his stomach, his ribcage, under his arms, gasping and sobbing with laughter.

Finally, Heero let up on his torture, much to Trowa’s relief. For the moment, he was content to tease the feather over Trowa’s thighs, which weren’t as ticklish as the rest of him.

“Did you enjoy that, Trowa?” Heero asked casually and Trowa snorted in response. “Would you like me to do it again?”

“No!” Trowa blurted out, shaking his head frantically, still trying to catch his breath. “Please, no more…”

“Oh? You don’t want me to do this then?”

Trowa moaned when he felt Heero very lightly draw the feather up the underside of his penis, teasing the tip before dragging it back down again. He bucked his hips, seeking more of the sensation, but Heero moved away, leaving Trowa thrusting into empty air, mewling in disappointment.

“Ssh, don’t get upset,” Heero whispered reassuringly, gently touching his lips to Trowa’s then pulling away before the taller boy could attempt to deepen the kiss. “We have all day, you know.”

“Heero, please…” Trowa murmured, arching his back. He wanted Heero to touch him, to kiss him…Hell, anything would be nice right now. He wanted to feel the other boy’s weight on top of him, his body heavy and excited, pressing him down into the mattress. “Heero…”

“Ssh,” Heero repeated, pressing a finger to Trowa’s lips. “Wait here. I’ll be back.”

Trowa felt him rise from the bed and he whimpered softly. “Nooo,” he moaned, twisting his body in an attempt to free himself. He was frustrated to find out that Heero had tied his knots well and no amount of squirming or arching was going to get him free. Resigned to the fact that he wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon, Trowa laid still and waited for Heero to return.

He didn’t have to wait long however as he heard the sound of the door closing and Heero’s soft footfalls as he made his way over to the bed. Trowa stayed silent, waiting as patiently as he could for Heero to come back to him.

His wait was rewarded when he felt Heero sit down on the edge of the bed and he shifted his head on the pillow in the other boy’s direction.

“You must be feeling thirsty, Trowa,” Heero said idly and the taller boy nodded. It was true; his throat had gone dry from all the laughing he had done earlier. “Would you like a drink?”

Trowa nodded once more and Heero laughed quietly. “What’s the magic word?” he asked teasingly and Trowa sighed.

“Please,” he murmured, knowing that he was going to be saying that word a lot if Heero was going to have his way.

Thankfully, Heero was pleased with his obedience and he lifted Trowa’s head and brought a glass to his lips, helping him drink. Trowa gulped down as much of the water as Heero would allow him before taking the glass away from him. Trowa heard the clink of the glass as Heero set it down on the bedside table.

He almost jumped out of his skin when he felt something cold slide over his lips and his mouth opened on a sharp gasp. The next thing he knew, Heero was pushing it into his mouth and Trowa almost choked. It was an ice cube and it was cold and he tried to spit it out. Heero’s hand clamped over his mouth though and Trowa made a muffled sound of protest before he quickly bit down on the cube, swallowing the little slivers of ice.

Heero’s lips descended upon his own and Trowa pushed his tongue into the other boy’s mouth, searching for warmth and moaning in relief when Heero’s own tongue rubbed over his own, teasing him, taking away the chill from the ice.

Trowa tore his mouth away from Heero’s suddenly and yelped in surprise when he felt the touch of another ice cube against his neck and he twisted his head, trying to avoid the sensation. Heero ignored him and slowly dragged the cube down Trowa’s throat, leaving behind a trail of liquid, which he then began to lap up with his tongue. Trowa did his best to lie still under such treatment, whimpering whenever he felt the touch of ice on his hot flesh and moaning when he felt Heero’s mouth follow the path of melted ice.

Trowa heard the clink of the glass again, but this time he knew what was going to happen. He braced himself, waiting for Heero to further torment him, but he was still shocked when he felt Heero teasingly slide the ice cube over his chest. His nipples puckered into hardened little peaks and he drew his breath in sharply when Heero firmly pressed the cube to one nipple.

Heero kept it there for a few seconds, ignoring Trowa’s squirms of protest and after a while, Trowa’s nipple began to feel numb. After a while, the ice had just about melted away and Heero lowered his head and gently lapped at Trowa’ s nipple, sucking it into his mouth. Trowa groaned at the feel of Heero’s hot mouth suckling at him and not for the first time, he wished that his hands were free so that he could touch the smaller boy and direct him to needier areas of his body.

“Heero…” he murmured, trying to catch the other boy’s attention. He heard a grunt in response, but Heero didn’t let up on his suckling. “Untie me? Please?”

“Mmm…I don’t think so,” Heero said and Trowa knew instinctively that the other boy was smiling smugly. “I like you like this, Trowa. Everything’s so easily accessible…” He ran his fingers over Trowa’s other nipple, laughing when the taller boy arched into his touch. “What’s wrong, Trowa? Are you getting tired of the game already?”

Trowa nodded eagerly, hoping that Heero would stop teasing him now.

“Oh, so you don’t want to play any more?” Heero asked, removing his fingers from Trowa’s body so that he wasn’t touching the other boy at all now. Trowa grunted in disappointment, his head twisting on the pillow.

“No, Heero…I want…I want…”

“What do you want?” Heero queried, reaching up to brush Trowa’s hair away from his sweaty forehead. He adjusted the blindfold slightly and ran a finger over Trowa’s lower lip.

“I want you,” Trowa whispered, his tongue snaking out to lap at Heero’s skin. “I want you to kiss me…I want you to touch me…”

“Touch you here you mean?” Heero asked lazily, tracing the curve of Trowa’s eyebrows. “Or do you want me to touch you here?” he added, running his fingers down the side of Trowa’s cheek, his digging his nails into the other boy’s skin.

Trowa shook his head and whimpered, not sure how much more of Heero’s torment he could take. “Lower,” he murmured, tugging futilely at his bonds, the movements chafing his wrists slightly.

“Here?” Heero slowly ran one finger down over the soft skin of Trowa’s stomach, making the other boy wriggle.

“No,” Trowa said quickly, biting down on his lower lip to prevent the laughter from escaping his throat. He snorted when Heero playfully tickled his belly and tasted blood when he bit down on his lip just a little too hard. “Lower, Heero,” he managed to get out between gasps, hoping that he would take the hint and touch him where he needed it most.

“Lower?” Heero echoed. He ceased his tickling and Trowa nodded eagerly. “You want me to touch you here?” He lightly stroked the underside of Trowa’s erection in a barely-there touch.

“Yes!” cried Trowa, thrusting his hips up in a desperate attempt to meet Heero’s hand. “Oh, God yes!”

Heero indulged him for another few seconds before taking his hand away. Trowa growled in response, cursing under his breath.

“Temper, temper,” Heero said scoldingly. “You need to learn patience, Trowa.”

“Fuck patience!” Trowa snapped, his hips still thrusting into nothingness. His head thrashed on the pillow and he moaned.

“Would you rather I fucked you?” Heero asked mildly, sounding amused.

“Yes…” Trowa whispered. “Yes…yes…”

Heero leaned up a little so that he could reach Trowa’s ear. He nibbled gently at the lobe before murmuring, “Only when you ask me to…when you beg me for it…”

“Please, Heero,” Trowa murmured, turning his head and searching blindly for the other boy’s lips. Heero indulged him in a kiss and Trowa moaned, surrendering to the smaller boy’s passion, allowing him to plunder his mouth.

When they broke apart, he was panting, his chest heaving and glistening with sweat.

He almost vaulted off the bed when he felt Heero’s tongue dart out over the head of his cock and he gave a strangled-sounding moan. “Oh, God, Heero!” He groaned loudly when he felt Heero’s lips gently suckling the tip of his penis and he thrust upwards, trying to find his mouth. “More…oh, please, more,” he said.

His pleas didn’t go unheard by Heero and Trowa was rewarded when he felt Heero’s mouth slowly taking in as much of Trowa’s swollen flesh as he could. The taller boy was moaning almost continuously now, frustrated when Heero pinned his arm over his hips to stop him from thrusting up into that welcoming warmth. He began sucking hard and Trowa called out his name, straining against Heero’s hands, trying to get more of the sensation.

Heero shifted slightly, letting Trowa’s erection slip out of his mouth momentarily, smirking at the taller boy’s sound of displeasure. He began kissing his way down Trowa’s cock, his tongue lapping at the heated flesh, his hands still firmly pinning Trowa’s hips so that they wouldn’t distract him.

He ran his lips lightly back up Trowa’s cock and kissed the head of his shaft, his tongue teasing the slit. Trowa was gasping and writhing beneath him, nonsense sounds streaming from his throat. Heero smiled and moved a hand down, gently cupping Trowa’s sac and squeezing it slightly, massaging him as his mouth engulfed the other’s erection once more.

A small keening sound emerged from Trowa and his moans were coming louder as he bucked desperately into Heero’s mouth. Heero knew he was close, as it was getting more difficult to control him and keep him still. He very gently grazed his teeth along Trowa’s cock on the upstroke and the taller boy thrashed beneath him, almost knocking him off the bed.

Instead of allowing him release however, Heero simply gave one last, lingering suck to the tip of Trowa’s cock before drawing his mouth away completely and releasing his hold on the other boy. Trowa wailed in anguish, cursing Heero when he felt the other boy grasp the base of his erection between his thumb and forefinger and squeeze hard for a moment, taking the edge off his lust. Trowa’s hips slowly stilled, but he was still breathing hard, the sheets beneath him clinging damply to his back with sweat.

“Did you enjoy that, Trowa?” Heero asked his voice tinged with amusement. Trowa growled and shook his head, muttering something that suspiciously sounded like, “bastard…”

“What did you say?” Heero asked, a grin tugging at his lips. “I thought I heard you call me something.” He danced his fingers lightly over Trowa’s quivering cock. Trowa’s lips moved, but no sound came out. Heero trailed his free hand up to Trowa’s nipples and began pinching and twisting them as he listened to the sound of the other boy’s desperate sobs. Half-formed words escaped his lips, but Heero couldn’t make out what he was trying to say.

“Heero…I want…I want it…” Trowa managed to get out between pants and Heero gently closed his hand around his erection, pumping encouragingly.

“What do you want?” he asked softly, slowing his caresses, but not stopping them completely. “Tell me, Trowa.”

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of Trowa’s gasps and grunts as he struggled to make his voice work in the way that he wanted it to. “I want to come!” he ground out suddenly, the sound low and throaty due to all the noise that he’d been making. “Please… let me…” His head thrashed from side to side on the pillow and his voice grew louder. “God, Heero…fuck me…please…”

“I don’t suppose I can refuse a request like that,” Heero said with a chuckle and his hand left Trowa, causing him to whimper in frustration. God, he didn’t know how much more of this he could take, he was going to go crazy if Heero didn’t do something…

Trowa’a breath caught in his throat when he felt slick fingers teasing his entrance, carefully working their way inside him, stretching and preparing him. Trowa growled in impatience; he didn’t want this. He didn’t want Heero to be gentle with him. “Heero, just do it,” he said through clenched teeth, wantonly thrusting back on Heero’s fingers.

Heero only growled in response and withdrew his fingers. Trowa could hear him shuffling about on the bed and he barely even noticed when Heero untied the bonds at his ankles. He was vaguely aware of Heero hooking his legs over his shoulders and he cried out when he felt the tip of Heero’s cock nudging against him. “Heero, please!” he begged, not caring about how he must sound. He just wanted release and Heero was the only one who could give it to him. “Take me now!”

His long wail of pleasure drowned out Heero’s softer grunts as the smaller boy plunged inside his hot depths, giving him a few seconds to adjust before pulling back, sinking deeper and deeper into Trowa with every thrust.

Trowa voiced his appreciation, praising Heero’s efforts and moaning his encouragement. God, it was always so good. Heero always filled him and then pushed for more. He just couldn’t get enough and he eagerly matched the other boy’s rhythm, urging him on to go faster, deeper. He’d had all the foreplay he could take; now he just wanted to come.

Their little game must have had more of an effect on Heero than he’d thought, as he seemed as anxious to find release as Trowa was. He was pounding into the other boy mercilessly, low groans tearing from his throat with every thrust as he slammed Trowa into the mattress beneath him.

Trowa almost screamed when he felt Heero’s calloused hand close round his erection and begin pumping him in time with their thrusts. His world had narrowed down to Heero on top of him, inside him, the head of his cock brushing against his pleasure spot with every thrust and it wasn’t long before Trowa felt the familiar tightening in his body.

Heero seemed to sense this and he redoubled his efforts, the rhythm he had going soon left behind as he moved jerkily on top of the taller boy, his hips snapping back and forth as he shoved into Trowa hard and fast.

Trowa tensed suddenly and arched his back, his whole body stiffening as he climaxed. He felt the hot gush of his seed spilling over his stomach and Heero’s hand, heard the sound of someone screaming and from the slight pain in his vocal chords registered that it was him.

He almost blacked out for a moment, but he could still feel Heero slamming into him, his body straining as desperate sounding little noises streamed out of his mouth. He was growling in the way he did whenever he was close to release and Trowa tightened around him. He gasped when he felt Heero bite down on the skin of his shoulder and he gave a few more deep thrusts before he clamped his teeth down harder, muffling his cries as he spilled his juices inside Trowa.

For a while, the only noise that could be heard in the room was the sound of both boys panting heavily. Trowa felt dizzy and disorientated as he tried to catch his breath, still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. His legs slipped from Heero’s shoulders and the other boy slumped over him weakly, his chest heaving against Trowa’s.

Trowa shifted a little so that he could nuzzle at Heero’s head, feeling the tickle of soft hair against his cheek. He was surprised when he felt the other boy lean up and unfasten the blindfold and Trowa blinked, his eyes trying to adjust to the light of the room. He focused on the sight of Heero gazing up at him and he gave him a tired smile.

“I’m guessing we managed to kill a few hours,” he said softly, his smile widening at the sated expression on Heero’s face. The smaller boy nodded and heaved himself up with a groan, finally pulling out of Trowa’s body with a small whimper.

He sat up enough so that he could fumble with the ties that bound Trowa’s wrists to the headboard. He undid the bonds and frowned when he saw the marks from all the struggling he’d been doing. He lowered his head and pressed a kiss to each wrist, massaging lightly in order to restore the feeling in them.

Trowa sighed, his eyes slipping shut in exhaustion, enjoying the gentle touches Heero was bestowing him with. “Next time I get to tie you up,” he announced huskily, opening his eyes to see Heero staring at him with a slight smirk. “I’d like to see how you handle torture of that kind, Yuy.”

“I’ll handle it like I always do, Barton,” Heero replied with a sly smile.

“Just lie back and think of L1.”

Trowa’s shoulders shook with silent laughter and he shook his head. “Be afraid, Heero,” he said. “I have plans for you.”

“I’ll worry about that when the time comes,” Heero said casually.

“A soldier should always come prepared,” Trowa told him teasingly, tugging at Heero’s arm to make him lie down with him.

“I do,” Heero responded, lowering himself so that he could stretch out next to Trowa. “Why do you think I always carry lube around with me?”

Trowa laughed again, the corners of his eyes crinkling with mirth. “It’s hard to argue with you,” he commented with a smile.

“Hard to resist as well, I’ll bet,” Heero said, making Trowa snort in amusement.

“Someone certainly has a high opinion of himself,” he said, earning himself a small smile from his lover.

“Can you blame me? The way you were screaming back there is more than enough to stroke anyone’s ego,” Heero told him, thoroughly enjoying the blush that spread over Trowa’s features. “Bet you couldn’t make me scream like that though.”

Trowa only raised an eyebrow at him in response. “You know I never turn down a challenge,” he said solemnly. He tilted his head slightly and pressed a small kiss to Heero’s cheek, smiling when he felt the other boy shudder. “I accept your mission, Heero. And I don’t intend to fail.”