Unleashed
Title: Unleashed, chapter 1
Fandom: Sky High
Rating: NC-17 for hardcore M/M sex
Pairing: Warren/Will
Summary: Warren asks Will to play a little game...
Authors Notes: I am a very disturbed individual, because this story wouldn't leave my head until I wrote it down. This story contains massive amounts of violence, you've been warned. This was inspired partially by Closet Skeleton's stories Deviant and Stars on AFF.net.
I would absolutely adore any reviews to let me know what you liked, didn't like, or what I could do better.
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“You want to do what?” Will asked, uncertainly.
“A little game. Roleplaying. Role-reversal,” Warren elaborated. It had been a couple of years since the two had finally acknowledged their feelings for each other, and even now Will sometimes wondered at the very strange path that had led him to become Warren Peace’s lover. Despite the bond the two shared, sometimes it was really hard to read Warren, particularly because right now Will had his back to him, leaning up against him as they watched a fire burn in the fireplace. Warren wasn’t very demonstrative in public, but in private he was extremely attentive, if still opaque.
“Role-reversal? I… don’t think I would look too good in black leather,” Will said, laughing a little uneasily. The two had been looking forward to spending a quiet evening at home, but Warren had brought up this rather odd point just a couple of minutes ago. Not that Will objected to turning a quiet evening into a little messing around time, but he wasn’t quite sure what Warren was getting at.
“Not like that Stronghold. It’s just… a fantasy I have. All the time I’ve known you, even with your powers, you don’t like to take command,” he murmured in Will’s ear. His breath was nearly burning Will’s skin, and Will leaned back into Warren’s warm body with a sigh of contentment.
“See? That’s what’s so sexy about you, you could take me anytime you want to, but all I have to do is whisper in your ear and you’re completely and totally mine,” Warren whispered huskily, one hand sliding across Will’s stomach. Will nodded slowly, his eyes closed in appreciation.
“So why? Why don’t you ever want to be the one in control?” Warren asked in a more normal tone, withdrawing his hand, ignoring Will’s protests.
“Um… Well, you know what you’re doing. I… never really did anything like this until you and I got together,” Will said after a second.
“What, you’re telling me in the two years we’ve been together you haven’t picked up any tips or techniques?” Warren asked in mock incredulity.
“Er, well, I…” Will protested. “I… I’m a Stronghold, you know? I’m supposed to be in control all the time. I’m the team leader, I’m Guardian, and I’m the strongest guy on the planet. It’s… really nice to have someone else be willing to take charge sometime. I love you, I trust you, and… I love what you do to me.”
“That’s hot.” Warren’s voice dropped a pitch and he resumed his caresses across Will’s stomach. That was one of his weaknesses, and Warren could reduce Will to a pliant puddle just by focusing his attentions there. It never failed, and within a few minutes Will was sagging in Warren’s grasp. That gave Warren the leeway to shift around so he was facing Will, pinning him to the sofa with just his dark eyes.
“Don’t get me wrong, I like being in control of you,” he said, as Will watched him expectantly. “The power that gives me to have you cum screaming my name… it’s fucking sexy. I like being in control as much as you like being controlled.”
Will nodded, waiting, his eyes bright.
“I just have a fantasy, something I need your help to do. A game,” he explained. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Uh…” Will stalled, flushing.
“Can I be desperately shallow and strange for a second?” Warren asked, and Will nodded, dazed. Warren leaned over Will, putting his mouth by Will’s ear, and one warm hand over the front of Will’s jeans.
“I fucking love your cock and I want to feel it in my ass. I want you to fuck me, with all your strength,” he whispered. Will turned to look at him, equal parts of astonishment and lust in his gaze. And a touch of fear.
“But I could hurt you,” he said.
“I’m indestructible Stronghold, I heal up everything right away, you know that.”
“But it would still hurt,” Will pointed out.
“I wouldn’t mind. Actually, I’m expecting it to.” Warren paused. “I want it to.”
Under Warren’s hand, he could feel Will’s interesting growing. Actually, Will was strongly erect, and Warren was fairly sure he heard a few stitches popping.
“You want me to… hurt you?” Will asked, trying to make sure he had heard that right. “Seriously?”
“Yes,” Warren said, a crooked smile on his face.
“You… like that?” Will asked, incredulously.
“Every now and then. It’s a fantasy Stronghold, a game. This one time, you get to be the strong, mean guy. And I’ll be the bottom,” Warren explained.
“You’re really weird,” Will said finally.
“You don’t seem to be objecting,” Warren whispered, rubbing the bulge in Will’s pants.
“I… guess… not…” Will said slowly, trying to fit coherent speech around Warren’s caresses. Warren took pity on him and stopped, and Will glared at him with equal parts of gratitude and irritation.
“Feeling mean enough yet?” Warren said with an evil smile. Will just glared some more.
“Maybe,” he said finally, crossing his arms. He looked at the ceiling for a second, and finally nodded. “Ok, I’ll do it.”
“Thanks,” Warren said, and leaned in for a quick kiss. “I know you wouldn’t do this for just anyone.” Will blushed furiously and Warren leaned back.
“I have a few rules,” Warren added in a more business-like tone.
“Rules?” Will asked, shaking his head a bit to clear it.
“I’ve been at this longer than you have. There’s rules for this kind of game,” Warren explained. Will blushed again and looked at his feet. Warren had had many partners before Will and was rather experienced in several sexual arenas. Will’s first experience had been with Warren, and the two had been exclusive since then. While Will couldn’t fault Warren for anything in his past (certainly he had picked up a lot of techniques that had made things pretty good for the both of them) he still got a little embarrassed when Warren pulled out his rather encyclopedic knowledge of things like this.
“Ok, what rules?” Will asked finally.
“I don’t want to be strangled or smothered. You can take me by the throat if you like, but don’t squeeze, I hate that,” Warren explained. He also mentioned a few other things that he wasn’t into, all of which had left Will with the question of, “Who even likes that anyway?” It took all types, he supposed, but he wouldn’t have even considered some of that stuff, let alone be aroused by it.
“Sure… no problem…” Will had said finally, looking rather dazed after Warren had rattled those things off.
“Other than that, anything you want, goes. If you want to hit me, or make me beg for something…” Warren trailed off suggestively, and Will wondered if it was a Very Bad Thing that the thought of Warren begging was seriously turning him on.
“And the safe word is ‘red,’” Warren added finally.
“Safe word?” Will asked.
“I say ‘red,’ you stop immediately,” Warren said seriously. “That means things are too intense, or something’s wrong, ok?” Will nodded slowly. “The fun part is, while we’re playing this game, ‘no,’ ‘stop,’ and ‘don’t’ don’t mean what they usually do.”
“You mean ‘no’ means yes and ‘stop’ means more?” Will asked a little uncertainly, and Warren nodded, smiling a bit.
“Yeah. Are you ready?’ Warren asked. Will froze.
“I… still don’t know exactly what you want me to do. I mean… I’ve never done this before,” he said finally.
“I want you to fuck me. Be aggressive, and make me work for it,” Warren suggested. “Be strong.”
“Strong…” Will muttered, thinking. Warren rolled his eyes and leaned in for a kiss. Will melted into it like he usually did, and Warren realized he was going to have to play teacher to get what he wanted. Slowly he softened his kisses, becoming more and more passive, until he was teasing Will with the lightest touches imaginable. Will started to lean in, trying to get more and more contact back, and Warren let himself fall backwards on the couch, out of Will’s reach.
Will looked annoyed, and from the state of his pants, Warren was guessing he wasn’t in a patient mood. That was probably just as well, because Warren knew Will was going to have to be pretty frustrated to play this game. He was just too nice a guy to have a natural flair for this kind of stuff, but Warren was patient.
Will finally leaned down over Warren for a firm and satisfying kiss. Warren hadn’t been lying, normally he was the one that wanted to be in control, and Will could be so very sweet and pliant in his arms. But every now and then… Well, he had thoughts, dreams, fantasies. And how often was it that you could have those kinds of things brought to life?
The kiss was soft, and Warren kept it that way, not hardening it like he usually did, and he could feel Will’s confusion.
“Harder,” he whispered, giving Will the hint he needed. The kiss got more aggressive as Will’s mouth got hard, his tongue pushing into his mouth, and Warren let himself go totally passive, letting Will do whatever he wanted. Will pulled back after a second to check to see how Warren was doing, and Warren gave him a brief, encouraging smile.
“I want everything you got, as hard as you can,” he murmured. “I won’t fight back. You can do anything to me.” Since Will was lying across him, he could actually feel Will’s arousal surge at his words, and Warren felt himself answering in kind.
Will dived down for another kiss, and this time it was anything but sweet. He’s been holding back on me… Warren thought idly as Will’s mouth crashed down on him with bruising strength, not battling Warren for dominance, but simply taking it as if it belonged to him.
Oh yeah… Warren thought, his eyes fluttering as he let Will have his way with him. He tried to move his hands once, but Will grabbed them and pinned his wrists with one hand above his head. When he let go, Warren kept his hands there, giving Will the freedom to do what he wanted. One hand began to thread through his hair, then suddenly pulled, wrenching Warren’s head back.
Warren’s eyes opened in surprise to find Will hovering a few inches from his face.
“Take off your clothes,” Will said firmly, letting him go. Warren slowly sat up, bringing his arms down.
“I don’t want to,” Warren said in a convincingly pathetic tone of voice. Will looked at him as if he had lost his mind, and Warren flashed him a quick wink before going back into his “scared” routine.
“Do it!” Will snapped, starting to fall into the game.
“No… please don’t…” Warren whimpered, his eyes dancing with mischief as he saw Will begin to flush with frustration. Then Will slapped him. And it wasn’t some little wimpy smack or a contemptuous bitch-slap. It was a full-armed, open-handed strike that would have taken the head off of a lesser being. Warren’s head snapped to the side, and he actually heard bones in his head and neck crunch briefly before healing up, and his mouth filled with blood. His whole head rung for a moment and pain was singing along his nerves for a few heartbeats.
“Oh my God…” he heard Will gasp in disbelief and horror. Warren was thinking the same words, but in a whole different context. All that power, everything he has, and he lets me hold him down and fuck him senseless every day. I… am… a GOD! It was a humbling experience to be on the full, receiving end of all of Will’s strength, and the realization of exactly what his normally pliant and docile lover was aroused him more than he thought possible.
Will probably didn’t quite understand that. How the brief, intense pain he was feeling now was going to make every subsequent experience he had at Will’s hands be twice as intense, sexually. But right now he better let Will know that this was a good thing before he frightened himself off.
“Warren? Warren? Are you ok?” Will whispered frantically, breaking the scene in his guilt. He brushed Warren’s hair aside gently so he could look him in the face.
“Fuck yes… don’t stop,” Warren hissed quickly. Will still looked frightened, so Warren grabbed his hand and planted it on the front of his jeans. Will looked startled when he felt the extent of Warren’s arousal.
“Don’t stop,” Warren repeated, and then fell back into his role. “Are you going to hurt me if I don’t take off my clothes?” It took Will a few more moments to recover, but he finally was able to speak again.
“I’ll do more than that. You want this,” he said. Will’s voice was still a little shaky, but Warren wasn’t going to fault him; he was still new at this. Warren began to comply and unzipped his pants slowly. When the extent of the bulge in his boxers became clear, Will lost what little patience he had. He grabbed Warren hard by the wrist, and paused for a half-second, looking into his eyes. Warren gave him a brief nod, and Will tossed him across the room.
Warren was pretty sure there was going to be a dent in the plaster.
Will flew across to pin his arms above his head before Warren could even bounce to the floor, fastening his mouth on Warren’s even as the last of the intense pain faded. Will easily held Warren off the floor with a single hand, hovering slightly to make up for the height difference as he practically devoured Warren’s mouth. His other hand groped for Warren’s clothes, ripping them off as if they were tissue paper.
Warren had to forcibly remind himself to stay passive, because the power Will was showing him was turning him on so much he wanted to pounce on him right then and there. Not that he could pounce anywhere in his present position. He was dangling and helpless, and when Will’s strong hand encircled his cock and began to stroke, he was reduced to incoherent babbling.
“Will, yes, please, more, harder…” he moaned. Will’s grip was as strong as everything else, and Warren’s head was thrown back with the sensation. Then it stopped abruptly, just before he was going to cum, and he almost growled with frustration. Opening his eyes again to glare at his lover, Will was giving him the most evil smile he had ever seen. That almost was enough to trigger his orgasm right there, but then Will unceremoniously dropped him face-down on the floor.
Before he could even protest the indignity, Will grabbed one arm and shoved it up behind Warren’s back. Bone cracked briefly and there was a sickening sensation from a momentarily dislocated shoulder, and Warren gave a cry of pain that belied the sudden surge of heat through his body.
“You want this,” Will growled. There was a sound of a zipper, and suddenly Warren felt Will’s magnificent cock pressing into his ass.
“Please,” he whimpered, pressing back into him. Will whipped him around by the wrist (there was another brief crack that had Warren seeing stars for an instant) and shoved his face into Warren’s.
“Beg for it, bitch,” he snarled. What the hell have I unleashed? Warren thought, his eyes going wide with surprise. Angry, pissy, dominant Will was quite a switch from nice, kind, pliant Will. And this time Will actually smirked at him, and Warren felt more heat flash along his body along with his pleasure.
“Please, I want it,” Warren told him, arcing his body up against Will’s. Will still had all his clothes on, other than the unzipped pants, so he couldn’t be getting as much out of this as Warren was.
“You want what?” Will growled, actually slamming Warren’s pinned hands into the floor. There were several more painful cracks, along with the swift, radiating pain of a healed bruise, and Warren gasped for a second at the sensation. Oh holy fuck…
“I want you to fuck me in the ass,” Warren said quickly, his chest heaving.
“Do you? Don’t you know how much that’ll hurt?” Will asked him, his mouth lunging in and going for Warren’s neck. His strong tongue and lips sucked at Warren’s neck, nearly drawing blood.
“Don’t… care,” Warren gasped. “Want it. Do anything.”
“Anything?” Will murmured, letting go of him. Will stood up, unbuttoning the top button of his jeans, giving Warren free access to his cock.
“On your knees. Suck me,” he snapped, leaning down and dragging Warren up by the hair. Before letting go, he whispered briefly in Warren’s ear in a more normal tone of voice, “Have to take the edge off, or I’m going to cum the second I get inside you.” Warren didn’t laugh; he knew the first time he had played top he had made a fool of himself. Will luckily had a good teacher. Warren panted for a second, getting his equilibrium back before diving into Will’s pants.
The reason he wanted Will to do this in the first place was that he loved Will’s cock. Warren wasn’t undersized by any means, but Will was fucking gifted. He had gone down on Will plenty of times to show his appreciation for his lover’s body, and wasn’t at all loathe to do so now. But this time Will wasn’t letting him pick the pace or anything. He had barely gotten his lips around Will’s cock when Will had grabbed him by the head, forcing him to deep-throat him. Will then used him, used him for his own pleasure, forcing him deep for several strokes before erupting into his mouth without warning.
Warren nearly gagged, but swallowed as much as he could before Will actually tossed him off of him. He lay there; recovering, giving Will a small encouraging nod as his lover looked at him with concern. Then Will slowly stripped off his own clothes, given Warren an excellent view of his defined body from all possible angles. Will probably wouldn’t win any Mr. Universe competitions, but you could practically cut glass on the definition of his muscles.
Warren’s own arousal, and the heat in his dark eyes, was quickly bringing Will back to full length. Will gave him an evil smile as he stalked over to Warren’s prone body. Will flipped him over on the rug, actually holding him down with one finger as he tormented whatever parts of Warren’s body he could reach.
Warren was whimpering and mewling, writhing on the carpet as Will’s strong hand pinched and stroked him unmercifully.
“Stop twitching, I can’t hit a moving target,” Will growled suddenly, pressing up behind Warren’s ass again. Warren frozen compliantly.
“Please… please,” he breathed, his hands opening and closing fitfully. Then Will suddenly rammed into him, no preparation, no lube, and fuck it hurt, but he wanted it, and welcomed it. He screamed in pleasure and pain as Will stretched him, skewering him on that fantastic cock, piercing him the way no one had ever done before.
“Scream my name, tell me what you want,” Will breathed in his ear. Fuck damn, this is hot…
“Will! Please, fuck me, fuck me Will, please!” Warren cried, as Will’s hands clenched on his hips. Will pulled out nearly all the way and rammed back in to renewed screams from Warren. Will was wonderful, his length and hardness reaching entirely new places inside Warren’s body. Warren was nearly out of control, unable to get himself braced properly, moaning and crying out in incoherent phrases.
Then he realized the reason he couldn’t brace himself was because he was floating in mid-air. He certainly didn’t have any control over this situation, because Will was using Warren to fuck him, bouncing him in his grasp like a rag doll. Warren was totally at Will’s mercy, and his cries degenerated into a vague, “Yes, yes, yes!” with each thrust. Bone cracked under Will’s hands as he made a final hard lunge into Warren’s body, and pain and pleasure crashed together as Will erupted. Warren could feel the entire length of Will’s cock pulsing inside him, and his own orgasm exploded violently.
Several long moments passed before Will could let go, a few sickening sounds coming from Warren’s hips as his body abruptly healed the hand marks Will had left on his pelvis. The last of the pain faded, leaving only the wash of pleasure as Will slowly grounded them both and gently withdrew. Warren simply had to stand, Will bracing him as he took several shuddering breaths.
“Are we done?” Will asked in a small voice, and Warren nodded. Then he turned around and caught Will up in a hard hug, kissing him fiercely. Will smiled and relaxed, letting Warren take charge again.
“God damn lover, where were you hiding that dark side?” Warren demanded, pulling back a bit. Will gave him a shaky shrug.
“No idea… that was kind of disturbing…” he said slowly.
“And really hot,” Warren added.
“Don’t tell me you want to do that again real soon, because I don’t think I could handle it,” Will protested. Warren shook his head, sitting back down on the couch again and folding Will firmly in his arms.
“Shh… It’s ok. It’s just a game, that’s all it was. I don’t get these kinds of… kinks very often,” Warren told him. He could see Will’s neck starting to turn a really dark shade of red before he talked again.
“Just… lemme know when you do. Always happy to help you scratch an itch,” Will said. “Bitch,” he added playfully.
“Oh, you are going to pay for that,” Warren mock-growled, and turned to tickle him unmercifully.
Fandom: Sky High
Rating: NC-17 for hardcore M/M sex
Pairing: Warren/Will
Summary: Warren asks Will to play a little game...
Authors Notes: I am a very disturbed individual, because this story wouldn't leave my head until I wrote it down. This story contains massive amounts of violence, you've been warned. This was inspired partially by Closet Skeleton's stories Deviant and Stars on AFF.net.
I would absolutely adore any reviews to let me know what you liked, didn't like, or what I could do better.
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“You want to do what?” Will asked, uncertainly.
“A little game. Roleplaying. Role-reversal,” Warren elaborated. It had been a couple of years since the two had finally acknowledged their feelings for each other, and even now Will sometimes wondered at the very strange path that had led him to become Warren Peace’s lover. Despite the bond the two shared, sometimes it was really hard to read Warren, particularly because right now Will had his back to him, leaning up against him as they watched a fire burn in the fireplace. Warren wasn’t very demonstrative in public, but in private he was extremely attentive, if still opaque.
“Role-reversal? I… don’t think I would look too good in black leather,” Will said, laughing a little uneasily. The two had been looking forward to spending a quiet evening at home, but Warren had brought up this rather odd point just a couple of minutes ago. Not that Will objected to turning a quiet evening into a little messing around time, but he wasn’t quite sure what Warren was getting at.
“Not like that Stronghold. It’s just… a fantasy I have. All the time I’ve known you, even with your powers, you don’t like to take command,” he murmured in Will’s ear. His breath was nearly burning Will’s skin, and Will leaned back into Warren’s warm body with a sigh of contentment.
“See? That’s what’s so sexy about you, you could take me anytime you want to, but all I have to do is whisper in your ear and you’re completely and totally mine,” Warren whispered huskily, one hand sliding across Will’s stomach. Will nodded slowly, his eyes closed in appreciation.
“So why? Why don’t you ever want to be the one in control?” Warren asked in a more normal tone, withdrawing his hand, ignoring Will’s protests.
“Um… Well, you know what you’re doing. I… never really did anything like this until you and I got together,” Will said after a second.
“What, you’re telling me in the two years we’ve been together you haven’t picked up any tips or techniques?” Warren asked in mock incredulity.
“Er, well, I…” Will protested. “I… I’m a Stronghold, you know? I’m supposed to be in control all the time. I’m the team leader, I’m Guardian, and I’m the strongest guy on the planet. It’s… really nice to have someone else be willing to take charge sometime. I love you, I trust you, and… I love what you do to me.”
“That’s hot.” Warren’s voice dropped a pitch and he resumed his caresses across Will’s stomach. That was one of his weaknesses, and Warren could reduce Will to a pliant puddle just by focusing his attentions there. It never failed, and within a few minutes Will was sagging in Warren’s grasp. That gave Warren the leeway to shift around so he was facing Will, pinning him to the sofa with just his dark eyes.
“Don’t get me wrong, I like being in control of you,” he said, as Will watched him expectantly. “The power that gives me to have you cum screaming my name… it’s fucking sexy. I like being in control as much as you like being controlled.”
Will nodded, waiting, his eyes bright.
“I just have a fantasy, something I need your help to do. A game,” he explained. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Uh…” Will stalled, flushing.
“Can I be desperately shallow and strange for a second?” Warren asked, and Will nodded, dazed. Warren leaned over Will, putting his mouth by Will’s ear, and one warm hand over the front of Will’s jeans.
“I fucking love your cock and I want to feel it in my ass. I want you to fuck me, with all your strength,” he whispered. Will turned to look at him, equal parts of astonishment and lust in his gaze. And a touch of fear.
“But I could hurt you,” he said.
“I’m indestructible Stronghold, I heal up everything right away, you know that.”
“But it would still hurt,” Will pointed out.
“I wouldn’t mind. Actually, I’m expecting it to.” Warren paused. “I want it to.”
Under Warren’s hand, he could feel Will’s interesting growing. Actually, Will was strongly erect, and Warren was fairly sure he heard a few stitches popping.
“You want me to… hurt you?” Will asked, trying to make sure he had heard that right. “Seriously?”
“Yes,” Warren said, a crooked smile on his face.
“You… like that?” Will asked, incredulously.
“Every now and then. It’s a fantasy Stronghold, a game. This one time, you get to be the strong, mean guy. And I’ll be the bottom,” Warren explained.
“You’re really weird,” Will said finally.
“You don’t seem to be objecting,” Warren whispered, rubbing the bulge in Will’s pants.
“I… guess… not…” Will said slowly, trying to fit coherent speech around Warren’s caresses. Warren took pity on him and stopped, and Will glared at him with equal parts of gratitude and irritation.
“Feeling mean enough yet?” Warren said with an evil smile. Will just glared some more.
“Maybe,” he said finally, crossing his arms. He looked at the ceiling for a second, and finally nodded. “Ok, I’ll do it.”
“Thanks,” Warren said, and leaned in for a quick kiss. “I know you wouldn’t do this for just anyone.” Will blushed furiously and Warren leaned back.
“I have a few rules,” Warren added in a more business-like tone.
“Rules?” Will asked, shaking his head a bit to clear it.
“I’ve been at this longer than you have. There’s rules for this kind of game,” Warren explained. Will blushed again and looked at his feet. Warren had had many partners before Will and was rather experienced in several sexual arenas. Will’s first experience had been with Warren, and the two had been exclusive since then. While Will couldn’t fault Warren for anything in his past (certainly he had picked up a lot of techniques that had made things pretty good for the both of them) he still got a little embarrassed when Warren pulled out his rather encyclopedic knowledge of things like this.
“Ok, what rules?” Will asked finally.
“I don’t want to be strangled or smothered. You can take me by the throat if you like, but don’t squeeze, I hate that,” Warren explained. He also mentioned a few other things that he wasn’t into, all of which had left Will with the question of, “Who even likes that anyway?” It took all types, he supposed, but he wouldn’t have even considered some of that stuff, let alone be aroused by it.
“Sure… no problem…” Will had said finally, looking rather dazed after Warren had rattled those things off.
“Other than that, anything you want, goes. If you want to hit me, or make me beg for something…” Warren trailed off suggestively, and Will wondered if it was a Very Bad Thing that the thought of Warren begging was seriously turning him on.
“And the safe word is ‘red,’” Warren added finally.
“Safe word?” Will asked.
“I say ‘red,’ you stop immediately,” Warren said seriously. “That means things are too intense, or something’s wrong, ok?” Will nodded slowly. “The fun part is, while we’re playing this game, ‘no,’ ‘stop,’ and ‘don’t’ don’t mean what they usually do.”
“You mean ‘no’ means yes and ‘stop’ means more?” Will asked a little uncertainly, and Warren nodded, smiling a bit.
“Yeah. Are you ready?’ Warren asked. Will froze.
“I… still don’t know exactly what you want me to do. I mean… I’ve never done this before,” he said finally.
“I want you to fuck me. Be aggressive, and make me work for it,” Warren suggested. “Be strong.”
“Strong…” Will muttered, thinking. Warren rolled his eyes and leaned in for a kiss. Will melted into it like he usually did, and Warren realized he was going to have to play teacher to get what he wanted. Slowly he softened his kisses, becoming more and more passive, until he was teasing Will with the lightest touches imaginable. Will started to lean in, trying to get more and more contact back, and Warren let himself fall backwards on the couch, out of Will’s reach.
Will looked annoyed, and from the state of his pants, Warren was guessing he wasn’t in a patient mood. That was probably just as well, because Warren knew Will was going to have to be pretty frustrated to play this game. He was just too nice a guy to have a natural flair for this kind of stuff, but Warren was patient.
Will finally leaned down over Warren for a firm and satisfying kiss. Warren hadn’t been lying, normally he was the one that wanted to be in control, and Will could be so very sweet and pliant in his arms. But every now and then… Well, he had thoughts, dreams, fantasies. And how often was it that you could have those kinds of things brought to life?
The kiss was soft, and Warren kept it that way, not hardening it like he usually did, and he could feel Will’s confusion.
“Harder,” he whispered, giving Will the hint he needed. The kiss got more aggressive as Will’s mouth got hard, his tongue pushing into his mouth, and Warren let himself go totally passive, letting Will do whatever he wanted. Will pulled back after a second to check to see how Warren was doing, and Warren gave him a brief, encouraging smile.
“I want everything you got, as hard as you can,” he murmured. “I won’t fight back. You can do anything to me.” Since Will was lying across him, he could actually feel Will’s arousal surge at his words, and Warren felt himself answering in kind.
Will dived down for another kiss, and this time it was anything but sweet. He’s been holding back on me… Warren thought idly as Will’s mouth crashed down on him with bruising strength, not battling Warren for dominance, but simply taking it as if it belonged to him.
Oh yeah… Warren thought, his eyes fluttering as he let Will have his way with him. He tried to move his hands once, but Will grabbed them and pinned his wrists with one hand above his head. When he let go, Warren kept his hands there, giving Will the freedom to do what he wanted. One hand began to thread through his hair, then suddenly pulled, wrenching Warren’s head back.
Warren’s eyes opened in surprise to find Will hovering a few inches from his face.
“Take off your clothes,” Will said firmly, letting him go. Warren slowly sat up, bringing his arms down.
“I don’t want to,” Warren said in a convincingly pathetic tone of voice. Will looked at him as if he had lost his mind, and Warren flashed him a quick wink before going back into his “scared” routine.
“Do it!” Will snapped, starting to fall into the game.
“No… please don’t…” Warren whimpered, his eyes dancing with mischief as he saw Will begin to flush with frustration. Then Will slapped him. And it wasn’t some little wimpy smack or a contemptuous bitch-slap. It was a full-armed, open-handed strike that would have taken the head off of a lesser being. Warren’s head snapped to the side, and he actually heard bones in his head and neck crunch briefly before healing up, and his mouth filled with blood. His whole head rung for a moment and pain was singing along his nerves for a few heartbeats.
“Oh my God…” he heard Will gasp in disbelief and horror. Warren was thinking the same words, but in a whole different context. All that power, everything he has, and he lets me hold him down and fuck him senseless every day. I… am… a GOD! It was a humbling experience to be on the full, receiving end of all of Will’s strength, and the realization of exactly what his normally pliant and docile lover was aroused him more than he thought possible.
Will probably didn’t quite understand that. How the brief, intense pain he was feeling now was going to make every subsequent experience he had at Will’s hands be twice as intense, sexually. But right now he better let Will know that this was a good thing before he frightened himself off.
“Warren? Warren? Are you ok?” Will whispered frantically, breaking the scene in his guilt. He brushed Warren’s hair aside gently so he could look him in the face.
“Fuck yes… don’t stop,” Warren hissed quickly. Will still looked frightened, so Warren grabbed his hand and planted it on the front of his jeans. Will looked startled when he felt the extent of Warren’s arousal.
“Don’t stop,” Warren repeated, and then fell back into his role. “Are you going to hurt me if I don’t take off my clothes?” It took Will a few more moments to recover, but he finally was able to speak again.
“I’ll do more than that. You want this,” he said. Will’s voice was still a little shaky, but Warren wasn’t going to fault him; he was still new at this. Warren began to comply and unzipped his pants slowly. When the extent of the bulge in his boxers became clear, Will lost what little patience he had. He grabbed Warren hard by the wrist, and paused for a half-second, looking into his eyes. Warren gave him a brief nod, and Will tossed him across the room.
Warren was pretty sure there was going to be a dent in the plaster.
Will flew across to pin his arms above his head before Warren could even bounce to the floor, fastening his mouth on Warren’s even as the last of the intense pain faded. Will easily held Warren off the floor with a single hand, hovering slightly to make up for the height difference as he practically devoured Warren’s mouth. His other hand groped for Warren’s clothes, ripping them off as if they were tissue paper.
Warren had to forcibly remind himself to stay passive, because the power Will was showing him was turning him on so much he wanted to pounce on him right then and there. Not that he could pounce anywhere in his present position. He was dangling and helpless, and when Will’s strong hand encircled his cock and began to stroke, he was reduced to incoherent babbling.
“Will, yes, please, more, harder…” he moaned. Will’s grip was as strong as everything else, and Warren’s head was thrown back with the sensation. Then it stopped abruptly, just before he was going to cum, and he almost growled with frustration. Opening his eyes again to glare at his lover, Will was giving him the most evil smile he had ever seen. That almost was enough to trigger his orgasm right there, but then Will unceremoniously dropped him face-down on the floor.
Before he could even protest the indignity, Will grabbed one arm and shoved it up behind Warren’s back. Bone cracked briefly and there was a sickening sensation from a momentarily dislocated shoulder, and Warren gave a cry of pain that belied the sudden surge of heat through his body.
“You want this,” Will growled. There was a sound of a zipper, and suddenly Warren felt Will’s magnificent cock pressing into his ass.
“Please,” he whimpered, pressing back into him. Will whipped him around by the wrist (there was another brief crack that had Warren seeing stars for an instant) and shoved his face into Warren’s.
“Beg for it, bitch,” he snarled. What the hell have I unleashed? Warren thought, his eyes going wide with surprise. Angry, pissy, dominant Will was quite a switch from nice, kind, pliant Will. And this time Will actually smirked at him, and Warren felt more heat flash along his body along with his pleasure.
“Please, I want it,” Warren told him, arcing his body up against Will’s. Will still had all his clothes on, other than the unzipped pants, so he couldn’t be getting as much out of this as Warren was.
“You want what?” Will growled, actually slamming Warren’s pinned hands into the floor. There were several more painful cracks, along with the swift, radiating pain of a healed bruise, and Warren gasped for a second at the sensation. Oh holy fuck…
“I want you to fuck me in the ass,” Warren said quickly, his chest heaving.
“Do you? Don’t you know how much that’ll hurt?” Will asked him, his mouth lunging in and going for Warren’s neck. His strong tongue and lips sucked at Warren’s neck, nearly drawing blood.
“Don’t… care,” Warren gasped. “Want it. Do anything.”
“Anything?” Will murmured, letting go of him. Will stood up, unbuttoning the top button of his jeans, giving Warren free access to his cock.
“On your knees. Suck me,” he snapped, leaning down and dragging Warren up by the hair. Before letting go, he whispered briefly in Warren’s ear in a more normal tone of voice, “Have to take the edge off, or I’m going to cum the second I get inside you.” Warren didn’t laugh; he knew the first time he had played top he had made a fool of himself. Will luckily had a good teacher. Warren panted for a second, getting his equilibrium back before diving into Will’s pants.
The reason he wanted Will to do this in the first place was that he loved Will’s cock. Warren wasn’t undersized by any means, but Will was fucking gifted. He had gone down on Will plenty of times to show his appreciation for his lover’s body, and wasn’t at all loathe to do so now. But this time Will wasn’t letting him pick the pace or anything. He had barely gotten his lips around Will’s cock when Will had grabbed him by the head, forcing him to deep-throat him. Will then used him, used him for his own pleasure, forcing him deep for several strokes before erupting into his mouth without warning.
Warren nearly gagged, but swallowed as much as he could before Will actually tossed him off of him. He lay there; recovering, giving Will a small encouraging nod as his lover looked at him with concern. Then Will slowly stripped off his own clothes, given Warren an excellent view of his defined body from all possible angles. Will probably wouldn’t win any Mr. Universe competitions, but you could practically cut glass on the definition of his muscles.
Warren’s own arousal, and the heat in his dark eyes, was quickly bringing Will back to full length. Will gave him an evil smile as he stalked over to Warren’s prone body. Will flipped him over on the rug, actually holding him down with one finger as he tormented whatever parts of Warren’s body he could reach.
Warren was whimpering and mewling, writhing on the carpet as Will’s strong hand pinched and stroked him unmercifully.
“Stop twitching, I can’t hit a moving target,” Will growled suddenly, pressing up behind Warren’s ass again. Warren frozen compliantly.
“Please… please,” he breathed, his hands opening and closing fitfully. Then Will suddenly rammed into him, no preparation, no lube, and fuck it hurt, but he wanted it, and welcomed it. He screamed in pleasure and pain as Will stretched him, skewering him on that fantastic cock, piercing him the way no one had ever done before.
“Scream my name, tell me what you want,” Will breathed in his ear. Fuck damn, this is hot…
“Will! Please, fuck me, fuck me Will, please!” Warren cried, as Will’s hands clenched on his hips. Will pulled out nearly all the way and rammed back in to renewed screams from Warren. Will was wonderful, his length and hardness reaching entirely new places inside Warren’s body. Warren was nearly out of control, unable to get himself braced properly, moaning and crying out in incoherent phrases.
Then he realized the reason he couldn’t brace himself was because he was floating in mid-air. He certainly didn’t have any control over this situation, because Will was using Warren to fuck him, bouncing him in his grasp like a rag doll. Warren was totally at Will’s mercy, and his cries degenerated into a vague, “Yes, yes, yes!” with each thrust. Bone cracked under Will’s hands as he made a final hard lunge into Warren’s body, and pain and pleasure crashed together as Will erupted. Warren could feel the entire length of Will’s cock pulsing inside him, and his own orgasm exploded violently.
Several long moments passed before Will could let go, a few sickening sounds coming from Warren’s hips as his body abruptly healed the hand marks Will had left on his pelvis. The last of the pain faded, leaving only the wash of pleasure as Will slowly grounded them both and gently withdrew. Warren simply had to stand, Will bracing him as he took several shuddering breaths.
“Are we done?” Will asked in a small voice, and Warren nodded. Then he turned around and caught Will up in a hard hug, kissing him fiercely. Will smiled and relaxed, letting Warren take charge again.
“God damn lover, where were you hiding that dark side?” Warren demanded, pulling back a bit. Will gave him a shaky shrug.
“No idea… that was kind of disturbing…” he said slowly.
“And really hot,” Warren added.
“Don’t tell me you want to do that again real soon, because I don’t think I could handle it,” Will protested. Warren shook his head, sitting back down on the couch again and folding Will firmly in his arms.
“Shh… It’s ok. It’s just a game, that’s all it was. I don’t get these kinds of… kinks very often,” Warren told him. He could see Will’s neck starting to turn a really dark shade of red before he talked again.
“Just… lemme know when you do. Always happy to help you scratch an itch,” Will said. “Bitch,” he added playfully.
“Oh, you are going to pay for that,” Warren mock-growled, and turned to tickle him unmercifully.