Title: Pleasure and Pain
Author:
dustandroses
Beta:
ozsaur, my hero and shit.
Pairing: Alvarez/Keller
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: through Season 4, episode 7: Secret Identities
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em.
Warnings: Violence, Light Bondage, Dom/sub, Intense Sexual Situations
Summary: It's getting so that Alvarez is having trouble telling pain from Pleasure. And it seems that's exactly what Keller wants.
Word Count: 3495 words
Extra thanks goes to
ozsaur again,
for her usual incredible Beta. Even with a nasty eye infection,
she came through and early enough that I could post hours and hours
before Smut Day is even over. I am so impressed, since I didn't
get it to her until early this morning!
(Note: For archive purposes, this post has been pre-dated - the original story was posted on May 4, 2005.)
You can find Part One here:
First Move
You can find Part Two here:
Alvarez Watches
You can find Part Three here:
Marked Man
You can find Part Four here:
Power Play
You can find Part Five here:
The Workout
You can find Part Six here:
Playing With Fire
You can find Part Seven here:
Thrill Pleasure and Pain
"Strip," Keller said as he crossed to the copy machine in the middle of the room and casually leaned against it.
Alvarez looked at him in surprise. He’d never been in the
Library’s storage room, and had been looking around, his curiosity
overcoming his nervousness at the new setting for their meeting.
He’d been surprised when Keller came to him with the suggestion (no,
demand was a better word) to meet him here at this time of the
day. But he’d done it, and Keller had let him in just as he’d
said. But there were two doors into this room, and Keller wanted
him to just strip down in the middle of the room where anyone could
just come walking in?
His hesitation did not sit well with Keller, who crossed back to
him. "Did you hear me?" He looked angry; Alvarez felt
the rush of fear that always hardened his cock, no matter how
inappropriate the setting, and he rushed to comply, pulling his t-shirt
off immediately, and fumbling with his belt and zipper as he
spoke.
"I’m sorry."
"No talking. All I want to hear from you are your moans."
Keller circled around behind Alvarez as he dropped his pants and trying
to step out of them, realized he was still wearing his shoes. He
bent over to untie them as Keller walked up behind him and ran his
finger along the seam of his boxers, tracing the cleft between his
cheeks. "I like to hear you moan."
Alvarez almost moaned then and there, as Keller’s hand ran further
down, and caressed his balls, squeezing lightly. His breath
caught. Alvarez almost cursed out-loud as his clumsy fingers
tried to untangle the knot he was sure he had caused with his own
fumbling. Finally, he just jerked the shoe off still tied,
mumbling in Spanish low enough that he didn’t think Keller could hear
him.
The loud and painful slap to his right ass cheek showed him Keller’s
hearing was sharper than he thought. He straightened up quickly,
caught himself before he could turn or apologize, and reached for his
underwear, his cock throbbing already. He pulled his boxer’s off
and dropped them on the pile of his clothes and shoes, then stood
there, afraid to turn around, but wanting very badly to see Keller’s
face. Keller had seen already what it did to Alvarez to get hit -
how the pain excited him. He wanted to see Keller’s reaction - if
he liked hitting, as much as Alvarez liked getting it.
"Hands on your knees." Keller’s voice was low, and the warmth of
his breath on Alvarez’ ear sent a shiver up his spine. The warm
hand pressed to the spot between his shoulder blades pushed slightly,
but allowed Alvarez to bend on his own, grasping his knees, feeling
self-conscious and exposed. The hand slipped lightly down his
spine, leaving a warm trail behind it - he imagined he could feel
electricity sparking between Keller’s hand and his skin. When
Keller’s hand stopped on the spot it had landed when he’d hit him
earlier and fit itself into the same shape, this time cupping his ass
instead of striking it; he moaned softly, pushing back into Keller’s
hand.
Keller squeezed that spot briefly, then slapped it again, just as hard
as the first time. "I didn’t say you could move." Alvarez
froze, trying to control the bucking of his hips brought on by the
stinging pleasure of that slap. It felt good. With his ass
sticking out like this he felt like a child again; vulnerable and
exposed. His breath was coming faster - it was difficult not to
cry out, "Please! More." But then he didn’t really need
to. Keller could tell. He rubbed his hand over the spot
again. "You like that, don’t you?" There was a pause.
"You can answer my question."
Alvarez’ answer came quickly, and with a touch of surprise; it seemed
that he learned something new about himself every time he met with
Keller. "Yes."
"Would you like me to do it again?"
"Yes." The answer was just as fast, and just as certain.
Even though expected, the next hard slap was still a shock. "I’ll
bet you would." And then the caress, the warmth of Keller’s hand
blending with the warmth from the slap. The blows fell some what
regularly after that, but not regularly enough that Alvarez could
predict when or where the next one would hit. Each one sent him
further, made him harder, made him ache to take his dick in his hands
and jerk off as the blows fell. The burning, stinging pain was
spreading. As the slaps over-lapped each other and
multiplied the sensations, he let his head hang down, moaning and
trying hard not to rock back into the blows. He had no idea how
many slaps landed, how long it lasted, but he knew it was over when
Keller stepped away from him to admire his work.
Alvarez’s arms and legs were shaking slightly, his breathing fast and
shallow, his eyes squeezed shut and he couldn‘t remember when he‘d shut
them. He felt dizzy with his eyes closed, so he opened them,
staring at the tile on the floor hoping that might steady him.
His ass was hot; the stinging heat spread over both cheeks felt like
fire - a fire that pushed right through him to his dick with every
blow. He couldn’t believe how hard it made him.
Keller stepped back in and rubbed his hand over the inflamed skin and
Alvarez couldn’t contain his loud moan as Keller laughed. He
wanted Keller’s hand wrapped around his cock; he wanted Keller’s
fingers in his ass; he wanted Keller’s dick inside him; he really
didn’t know exactly what he wanted, he just wanted to come.
"You look so good like this, Alvarez, your ass is all red, your skin is
hot to the touch. God, that’s so sexy. Do you want me to
fuck you, Alvarez? Would you like me to stick my dick up your
ass?"
"Yes." No hesitation there either. He’d thought about
that a lot since the last time they’d been together and he’d decided he
didn’t care what that meant to others. As long as Keller kept
driving him crazy like this, he didn’t care. He wanted
this. He wanted it badly.
"Well, maybe I will. Later."
Alvarez’ moan was low but unmistakable - and Keller laughed.
"Don’t worry, I'm sure we’ll get around to that eventually; when I’m
good and ready. Come here."
Alvarez stood up slowly, a little bit afraid he’d get dizzy again, then
crossed over to where Keller was sitting on a stack of boxes, leaning
back against a shelf. He stood directly in front of him and when
Keller glanced down at the floor significantly, he fell to his knees
immediately, his gaze lowered to the front of the boxes between
Keller’s widespread knees. "Good boy." He felt a
twinge of the irritation he’d felt earlier for that phrase, but found
he couldn’t hold it for long as Keller pulled his face forward, his
breath puffing against Alvarez’ skin as he leaned in almost touching,
but not quite.
Keller’s fingers ran through his hair before gripping hard and pulling
his head back. He opened his mouth to gasp against the sudden
pain, and Keller’s mouth was on his, tongue pushing roughly into
Alvarez’ mouth. Alvarez responded without thinking, sucking hard
on the tongue and moaning into Keller’s mouth. He wondered
briefly if he were going to get into trouble for responding without
permission, but Keller’s only response was to kiss him harder, crushing
their lips together with the force of his mouth on Alvarez’.
When Keller finally pulled back from the kiss, his voice was deep and
gravelly, pulling even more response out of Alvarez’ dick. "God -
you look so hot like this - your lips all swollen, your face flushed,
your cock so hard." He pulled Alvarez’ head back more, and
attacked his neck with his lips and teeth.
Alvarez pushed his head back into Keller’s hand and smiled as he felt
teeth along his collarbone, a tongue dipping into the hollow in
between. He realized what Keller was doing when he started
sucking on the bite mark he’d left there. He was being
tested. He’d failed this test last time, when he’d tried to stop
Keller from marking him where his shirts wouldn’t cover the spot.
His body tensed for a second, contemplating his resolve and then
relaxed into Keller’s hands, sighing heavily, tilting his head to give
Keller better access.
Alvarez started to raise his hands to hold Keller to him more firmly,
make sure he knew that he wouldn’t fight him this time, but dropped
them again when he realized what he was doing. He was still torn
as to how he felt about the belt around his wrists the last time they
were together, and he wasn’t ready to face that again today. He
felt Keller’s smile against his skin, and perhaps he murmured "Good
boy" against his neck, but he couldn’t be sure and he wasn‘t about to
ask.
As Keller leaned back, Alvarez felt him pulling his body around, until
his back was to Keller. "Hands on your knees." He went back
into the pose readily, despite how silly he felt with his ass stuck in
the air, he wasn’t about to disobey Keller now. Keller put one
hand on his hip, the other rubbed across his still stinging ass.
He moaned, and he heard Keller laugh. "So sexy...mmm, your ass is
still hot, Alvarez. I can feel the heat in my palm. Spread
your legs for me. That’s right. Even more. Good,
that’s good."
He was so close to Keller he could feel the edges of the boxes against
his calves and thighs, his legs spread so wide it was awkward to keep
himself balanced, with Keller’s legs between his. Suddenly, he
felt something wet on his ass cheek; he almost jumped, then realized it
had to be Keller’s tongue. Keller licked his way from bottom to
top of Alvarez’ right cheek, and Alvarez couldn’t contain his loud
groan as he felt Keller’s breath blow on the strip of wet skin. A
shiver hit him, racing up his spine. Another stripe with his
tongue, this time on the other cheek, and more air blown across it and
Alvarez found it very difficult to not say anything, to not beg for
more.
Then Keller licked right up the middle, between his cheeks, and his
wordless, loud cry frightened Alvarez - he’d had no idea where that one
had come from, and he held very still, afraid that Keller would stop,
and he did not want that. But Keller just spoke up against his
ass, up near the top of his crack - "Shhhh...remember, there are people
outside that door. I may have been able to talk that hack into
not coming in here for a while, but if other people hear any noise,
he’ll have to investigate. Understood?"
Alvarez nodded, not trusting his voice to speak. It must have
been enough for Keller, because the tongue came back. This time
swiping top to bottom, and ended up rubbing on that little strip
of smooth skin between his balls and asshole. It was all Alvarez
could do to keep his moan low and soft, and not push his ass back into
Keller’s face. That felt so good, he wanted more. Then
Keller grabbed both cheeks in his hands, pulling them apart as far as
he could, and began running his tongue in circles around his
asshole.
Alvarez’s hands were white where he gripped his knees so tightly, his
legs shaking as a deep moan forced it’s way out, louder than he thought
Keller wanted. But Keller just laughed, and Alvarez felt it buzz
against his skin as he put his tongue against his hole and licked
across it, up and down. He felt like his knees were about to give
out, and he braced them as best he could with his legs shaking.
Keller’s tongue stiffened, and he pushed it into Alvarez. He
gasped and started to cry out, catching it, strangling the words in his
throat.
Mi Dios! It was hard - very hard - to maintain control, but
he tried, his breath coming out in little gasps and grunts as Keller
shoved his tongue in and out of Alvarez’ asshole, fucking him with his
tongue. He didn’t think his dick could get any harder, it was
dark red at the tip and as he watched, droplets of precome that had
gathered there splattered down, onto the tile floor. He sobbed
loudly as Keller withdrew his tongue, and he fell to his knees on the
floor as he was released.
He would have expected some punishment from Keller for that, for moving
without permission, if he could have concentrated on it, but he was far
beyond that, now. Just keeping himself from falling flat on his
face was an accomplishment, and it seemed that Keller could see
that. He felt Keller’s voice as the hot air blew across his
ear: "What do you want, Alvarez? Tell me. Tell me
what you want me to do."
Alvarez cried out, gasping for air and working hard to keep his voice
calm enough that he could be understood, "Fuck me. Please!
Fuck me, now!"
"Well..." Keller drawled, making the word last a long time, drawing
this out as long as he could. "Since you asked so nicely."
He put his hand on Alvarez’s back again, pushing him forward until he
had to use his hands to stop his fall. Alvarez heard a noise
behind him, but couldn’t tell what it was, then a cool finger was
pressed against his asshole. He shuddered as it entered him,
followed quickly by another finger.
Keller moved rapidly, scissoring his fingers apart, opening Alvarez as
fast as possible, obviously realizing how close he was now, and how
little more stimulation it would take to send him over the edge.
He spoke softly as he worked, a string of words that rolled over
Alvarez, as he tried to concentrate, "God, you’re so sexy,
Alvarez. I love touching you, licking you. Pushing my
tongue inside your body just turned me on so much, you taste so
good. I can’t wait to put my cock up your ass. I’m gonna
fuck you so hard you’ll feel me inside you for days."
Keller stood up and moved around near to Alvarez’ head, where Alvarez
knelt, swaying on his hands and knees: "Get up on your
knees." Alvarez pushed himself up onto his knees, breathing
rapidly, then Keller turned him around and pushed him forward onto the
boxes, laying his upper body across them with his knees still on the
floor. "Spread your legs. Mmmm...that‘s good." Then
he knelt behind Alvarez, who could hear his zipper going down, and
cloth moving as he pushed his pants and underwear
down.
Alvarez moaned as he felt Keller’s hard cock pressed up against his
asshole, and breathed a sigh of relief when Keller said, "I want you to
move with me. Alright? You’re allowed to move, now."
He nodded his head, pushing back at Keller immediately, and Keller
laughed and pushed in quickly, with one stroke, putting his hand over
Alvarez’ mouth as he did, and muffling his loud, instinctive
cry. It hurt, at first, and that burst of pain - the thrill
of it - almost made him come right then.
Then Keller was inside him, fucking him hard and fast, holding on to
his hips, obviously trusting Alvarez not to cry out again.
Alvarez wasn’t so certain of that, but he did his best, trying to keep
his voice contained as he pushed back at Keller, meeting his
thrusts. Pushing himself up on his elbows, he got a better grip
on the boxes he was sprawled across, and rubbed his cock against the
smooth cardboard. He could feel the burn in his ass, and he knew
he would be feeling this for a while, but he couldn’t regret that, this
felt so good.
Keller was biting at the back of his neck, and he was suddenly reminded
of a wildlife documentary he’d seen where two lions were mating, and
the one had grabbed the other in that same spot to keep her still while
they fucked. He laughed to himself, thinking that wasn’t going to
work on him, he couldn’t have stopped moving at this point if he’d
tried.
Keller was grunting harshly in his ear by now, pounding into him, and
he wrapped one arm around Alvarez’ chest and pulled him upright,
changing the angle of his thrusts. Alvarez bit back a loud cry as
Keller’s dick started hitting that sweet spot head on, sending him
spiraling out of control. Keller must have seen him loosing
himself, for he wrapped one hand around Alvarez’ mouth, and grabbed a
nipple with the other, twisting it roughly in his fingers.
He bit Keller’s fingers, trying not to cry out as he came, but in the
end it was only Keller’s hand that stopped his cries from echoing in
the storage room as his body jerked wildly, spasming on Keller‘s cock
buried deep inside him, making Keller gasp in his ear. He
collapsed on the boxes, and Keller continued to pound into him as he
recovered his breath and what remained of his wits. He tried to
squeeze those muscles in his ass again, feeling success when he was
rewarded by Keller’s soft cry as he came, pushing himself in one final
time and holding there as he went through his own contractions,
collapsing onto Alvarez‘ back.
Finally, Keller pulled off him, and Alvarez heard the rustle of
clothing and the zipper going up. He tried to push back off the
boxes, not thinking of anything except that he was laying in his own
come, but Keller pushed him back down as he stood up and crossed to the
trash can by the door, to drop in the used condom. "Don’t forget
to clean up your mess." He turned and watched as
Alvarez licked up every drop of come from the boxes, then crossed to
him as Alvarez knelt up. Keller crouched next to him, running two
fingers through the come Alvarez had managed to rub into the sparse
hair on his chest when he collapsed onto the boxes.
He brought them up to Alvarez’ lips, and he opened his mouth before
Keller could even tell him to, sticking out his tongue to lick at his
fingers before Keller thrust them into his mouth. He sucked at
them, running his tongue over them, cleaning them thoroughly before
Keller pulled them out. Keller pulled him forward, kissing him
roughly, thrusting his tongue into Alvarez’ mouth. He realized
with a shock, that he could taste himself on Keller’s tongue, sharp,
slightly bitter, and musty. He shivered then, as Keller let him
go.
"Put your clothes on. You’ll have to leave before me, this
time." He handed Alvarez his clothes, and shoved him behind a
shelving unit before crossing to the Library side door and opening it,
murmuring softly to whoever was on the other side of the door.
Alvarez knew it must be a hack, and he wondered what it had cost Keller
to secure this amount of time in the room alone and undisturbed.
As he finished pulling on his t-shirt, Keller reached down and pulled
the doorstop out from under the other door, shoving it in his pocket.
Alvarez walked to the door, but before Keller let him go, he reached up
and touched the spot on Alvarez’ neck, right above the collar.
"You’ll have to think of something to say about that." He said
with a grin, rubbing his finger over the spot. He opened the door
and Alvarez slipped out, pulling up the neck of his t-shirt, as he
tried to think rationally about that, wondering what the hell he could
say that would stop the gossip.
Later, he stared into the mirror in his pod - his dark eyes searching
his own face for a clue, something different in him that would explain
the way he felt, explain the things he was doing and what he was
willing to do for the pleasure he received. He couldn’t explain
it, and his face looked no different to him than it had a month ago
before this whole thing had started. He could see no differences
in himself, besides that damned hickey, but he knew that he was a
different man today than he had been those few weeks ago. And he
knew that wherever that took him, he would go gladly. For once,
he would take what he wanted, and make it his own. His mind set,
he turned away from the mirror.
Part Nine is here:
Something To Remember