Rivers of Red (Blade/Leek)
“Stop. Don’t turn around just raise your hands slowly.”
Blade froze in his steps as he felt a gun being pressed against the back of his head and very slowly did as he was told. The voice was unmistakable just like the disdain tainting it - Leek. Blade cursed inwardly; Leek would definitely not hesitate to shoot immediately if he chose to disobey, the screams from other parts of the ARC were proof to what the man was capable of to get his way so Blade was careful not to move too quickly.
“What do you want?” he asked, trying to keep the venom out of his voice.
“You never were the brightest, were you?” Leeks sneered and pressed the gun harder into Blade’s scull. “Move.”
There was nothing to be done. Blade walked to the end of the corridor and then following Leek’s barked command turned to the right. He was hoping they would come across fighting groups where he could distract his captor enough to overpower him but Leek apparently knew how to avoid those corridors where the chaos was worst. Blade tried not to show his apprehension as he realized where they were heading and was concentrating with all his might on the armada of knives against his body. He was not alone.
Blade had only been in this part of the ARC once since it had been closed down some months before. Not trusting the official sources that declared it unsafe due to sloppy construction work during the extension just weeks prior he snuck down here to see for himself. He was caught by Leek before he could find out anything and ever since that day he seemed to be constantly watched by the man, which just fuelled his suspicion.
Now that he saw in close proximity what Leek had done with this place he had to suppress a shiver. The harmless offices had been transformed into cells and interrogation rooms with code-protected doors that made escaping virtually impossible. This was the perfect prison as far as Blade could tell and that was certainly no comforting notion.
“Turn around,” Leek spat after he’d pushed him into a barren cell. Blade managed to keep his expression perfectly neutral as he looked into Leek’s malicious grey eyes and he could see how that angered the man even more.
“Strip,” Leek sneered, looking for any reaction behind indifferent greens but couldn’t see anything that would give away fear or anger.
Blade slowly unbuttoned his shirt, feeling oddly exposed as Leek’s hungry eyes travelled over the countless sheathed knives that almost seemed to be part of his body just as much as his arms or legs. Throwing them and the ones in his boots in front of Leek on the ground felt like ripping out his own limbs and Leek seemed fully aware of that. Grey eyes were practically devouring him as he stood there in nothing but his trousers, feet already cold on the clinically clean tiles.
Then suddenly Leek turned slightly and Blade willed himself to stay calm as the code of the door was being set. This was his last chance. Using Leek’s momentary distraction he bent down for the knife fastened against his calf and before the other man could react he lounged at him, pressing him hard up against the wall. But he was too late, the door closed with a loud bang, trapping them both inside the cell.
“So what now?” Leek smirked, oddly confident even in his current position. “The ARC has fallen and you can’t get out of here without the code only I know. Killing me will get you nothing.”
“Satisfaction,” Blade said in a low, dangerous voice and pressed his knife just a bit harder against Leek’s neck, so hard it broke the skin. A single drop of blood slid down Leek’s Adam’s apple and Blade couldn’t help but follow its path until it disappeared under the shirt collar and so he missed the way Leek’s eyes fluttered close in bliss for a second. What he couldn’t miss, though, was the unmistakable bulge in the man’s trousers against his thigh. Leek smirked as he saw recognition flash in Blade’s eyes.
“Play your cards well and you might just live to see your friends die.”
Blade tightened his grip on Leek but he knew full well that violence wouldn’t get him or anyone else out of their impossible situation.
“What do you want?” he asked between gritted teeth but all Leek did was shift ever so slightly, rubbing his erection against Blade through their trousers. It was more than an invitation, Blade knew a command when he got one. He weighed his options: he could kill Leek and rot away in this cell alone, he could refuse, let Leek go and suffer the consequences, or he could try coaxing some favours out of him in return for sex. However he looked at it, the last option was still the only one that involved at least a small ray of hope.
Blade set his jaw and curled his resistance into a tiny ball in the pit of his stomach as he let the knife trail down Leek’s neck until it reached his shirt collar. The sharp intake of breath calmed him considerably, reminding him that as long as he had his knife he was still in charge to a certain extent at least. He loosened his grip enough so that Leek could take off his suit but when slightly shaking fingers flew to the shirt buttons he grabbed Leek’s wrist hard. There was no protest as each button was carefully cut off with torturous slowness before Blade finally opened the shirt with the tip of the knife, drawing intricate designs on Leek’s bare chest. The sound of loud gasps filled the cell as the sharp blade left a faint trail of blood in places until it reached the edge of Leek’s trousers.
Blade steeled himself and sank to his knees, kissing and licking away the blood he’d drawn to take his mind off what was to come as he quickly pushed down Leek’s trousers and underwear to free his cock from its confines. There was a moment’s pause before Blade tentatively wrapped his lips around the hard member, making Leek moan loudly as he circled his tongue around the head experimentally. But as shaking fingers found their way to the back of his head Blade pulled back, bringing his knife instead to Leek’s cock. He pulled it along the length to the head, for a moment almost enjoying the mixed sounds of pleasure and pain before he remembered who he was with and why he was doing this in the first place. He led his knife back to the root on the underside and then let it dip lower, over the soft skin of Leek’s balls, forcing loud cries from the other man.
Blade’s other hand almost instinctively cupped his own erection - only the adrenalin, honest - but a second later he forced himself to let go again, refusing himself relief like this. But Leek had seen the involuntary movement and his grey eyes held a new command Blade couldn’t refuse. He stood up and didn’t resist as he was pulled flush against Leek’s body. He tried to swallow a moan as Leek’s hands slid into his trousers and cupped his arse cheeks, all the while rubbing his hard cock against Blade’s own erection through the annoying confines, but the needy sound was out before he could stop it.
“You want this,” Leek breathed into his ear and Blade knew a denial would have to be paid for dearly so he answered with a deliberate moan and the rhythmic movements of his hips. Leek threw his head back, gasping and moaning in ecstasy, quickly forgetting the circumstances. Blade saw his chance and leaned in closer.
“Oliver,” Leek breathed a wanton oh god hearing his given name on Blade’s lips, “give me the code!”
Leek’s movements stilled for just a moment and he looked right into Blade’s eyes.
“Don’t be stupid, Niall,” he said in a honey-sweet voice before resuming their desperate writhing, chasing release with gasps and moans. Blade resigned for now to his fate and let himself forget everything as he plunged headfirst into pleasure until suddenly the world seemed to shift and fade as they both came together.
“This is not exactly what I had in mind when I purchased this device.” Helen’s voice floated into the fantasy, disrupting the carefully built dream-world. Leek gave her an annoyed glare as he took off the headpiece and switched off the monitor but she just rolled her eyes.
“Stop playing around with that boy,” she smirked. “Or at least be man enough to do it in person.”
Leek looked away and didn’t say anything, trying not to get lost once again in the image of Blade tied up in his cell. Helen shook her head in annoyance.
“Come on, we have work to do.”