Night Games
By Immicolia
immicolia@h...
http://www.digitalcandy.net/~neb


Rating: the edge of NC-17, mild S&M-ness (nothing very
graphic)

Pairing: Andrew/Warren

Summary: Some people can surprise you. Utter PWP.

Spoilers: general season 6 thus far

Disclaimer: All characters within belong to LGJ (Lord
God Joss) and Co, I simply enjoy playing with them.
And play with them I do.

Feedback: It is that by which I live, or at least my
Ego does.

Random whim. That's all I have to say in my defense.
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"On your knees."

He hits the floor with a grunt. Breathing quickening
with the deceptively gentle touch on his head. The
soft growl in that voice. Oh, it would be good
tonight.

"Anything to say for yourself?"

Rhetorical question. He knows any answer will simply
net him a sterner punishment. And although it's
tempting he stays silent. Gaining a slap across the
face. Shivering at the sting.

"So it comes this again. It always comes to this.
Strip."

Head still lowered, he complies. Pealing off his
shirt. Studying the sneakers in front of him.
Sneakers that just make this all seem surreal. Big
kinky, leather, thigh-high boots, that would seem
normal in this situation, but sneakers....

"Hurry up!" Wet towel, coiled into a rat-tail, licks
across his bare back and he yelps. Finishes sliding
his jeans from his hips. Slight tremble working along
his body. Still studying the sneakers.

"I should leave you like that." Voice a low purr as
the cool, damp, makeshift lash touches the stinging
welt on his back. "Leave you wanting."

And they both know that would be true hell.
Something neither of them wants. A small, inadvertent
whimper forming in his throat at the thought. Getting
him another strike across the back and he hisses.
Arches upward. Arms reflexively coiling around the
denim clad legs. Quietly begging for what they both
need.

A grunt escapes his lips as he's kicked away.
Gently, but still kicked. Landing on his back,
staring upward adoringly. Up into that beautiful,
cold, indifferent face. The indifference is a lie.
He knows that, they both do. Need all but crackling
between them.

"Up." Blunt command and slowly he gets back to his
knees. Not looking away now, unable to look away.
Expectant tremble working down his spine as the towel
drapes around his neck, draws him closer. "You know
what I want. Do it good."

A blissful sigh as his cheek touches the other's fly.
Nuzzling briefly before working the zipper down.
Stroking the hard flesh beneath. Breathing. Tasting.
Utterly aware of the fingers coiling through his
hair. Guiding, occasionally giving little tugs that
make him whimper. Free hand stealing between his own
legs. Urgently touching, seeking release, until a
firm yank at his hair stops him.

"Don't. You know you don't until I say you can."
Voice harsh and thick with need and he barely gets a
chance to nod before that engorged flesh is forced
between his lips again. Sucking at it hungrily.
Desperately. Do a good job and maybe he'll get to
come too.

Harsh cry splits the silence and he swallows, not
letting a drop escape. Not daring to. Sliding away,
head down, as he finishes. Wanting to beg for
release, knowing it would do no good. Simply waiting.

"All right. Let me see."

Body uncoiling. Hand already grasping at himself
eagerly and it doesn't take long for him to loose
control. Head bowed as he tries to catch his breath.
Barely aware of gentle fingers threading through his
hair. Head tilted upwards with a small tug as a soft
pair of lips press against his forehead.

"Nice. You know what I like, don't you?"

"Yea."

"Same time tomorrow night." Statement, not a
question.

"Okay."

"And, Warren?"

"Yea?"

"Maybe next time we can use something a little
more... interesting than a wet towel." Andrew
shooting a teasing wink that causes a tremor to work
its way up Warren's spine again.

"Um... okay."


~fin~