GwenCon - Redemption - NC-17
Title: Redemption
Fandom: omg_maou
Pairing: GwenCon
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Request
Air is cool. The man tied to the wall closed his eyes behind the blindfold and focused on the sensation of chilled air against his skin. The cuffs around his wrist are padded and comfortable but he already knows he can't break them or dislodge them.
He deserves this.
He tries not to flinch as the door creaks open. His lips are dry and he licks them, head bowed.
Gwen takes a little too long to close the door and turn to face the brunet tied to the wall. Automatically, he looks his partner over, noting the bluish bruises fading slowly, the sleek lines and shapely contours.
He reaches for one of the silk scarves and ties it across Conrad's eyes before the younger man can look up. The half-breed sucks in a panicky breath, whimpering softly as Gwen knots the silk behind his head.
"...please..." the soft whimper makes Gwen's fists curl and the anger that surges up makes his voice harsher than he means it to be.
"No talking!"
Conrad freezes and Gwen barely bites back a curse. He should have know better, but he still hoped that Conrad wouldn't know his voice, wouldn't realise it was him. He strips off his gloves as he paces up and down in front of the bound brunet.
He starts touching almost as soon as the gloves come off, fingertips trailing across the smooth plane of Conrad's chest, pinching a nipple to hear the other gasp and trailing down to cup hardening flesh. He rubs the vein along the side absently, while he eyes the various 'toys' left scattered around.
Conrad is whining - a thready, needy sound that spills from his lips as his cheeks darken and the faint gloss of sweat starts to dot his upper lip. Gwen presses a little harder, only to pull away as Conrad's hips twitch.
"Naughty, naughty." He chides, tapping Conrad's nose. "You don't want to spoil the party already, do you kitty-cat?"
Conrad moaned, stifling the words of complaint as Gwen moves over to a side table. He sorts through the glittering metal and selects a handful of clamps before sauntering back over to his captive audience.
He rubs at the nearest nipple, the rough pad of his thumb encouraging the small bud of flesh to harden. Conrad groans throatily, sagging as his knees buckle and Gwen runs an expert eye along the chains and cuffs, satisfying himself that Conrad isn't in danger of permanent injury. He cups the smaller brunet's cheek, tipping Conrad's head up easily.
The brunet is boneless with need and want.
Perfect.
He snaps the first clamp on with no warning and Conrad reacts as if he'd been electrocuted, snapping up with a howl. Gwen steps back as his brother flails wildly, breath gasping from his lungs.
Interesting reaction. This shouldn't take too long.
Gwen steps back in, shoving Conrad’s legs apart to keep him off balance while the second clamp is attached. Conrad HOWLS, thrashing wildly against his bonds as tears start to soak through the silk. Gwen steps back, running one hand down Conrad’s abdomen to curl around the softening erection.
His fingers curl and coax it back to life even as Conrad shudders and quakes, whimpering and begging softly.
“..off, take them off off off please Shinou, heika~a, gods, please take them offffffff!!”
Gwen keeps going, spilling a little oil into his hand and curling his fingers into a slick tunnel that pulls and tugs on Conrad’s arousal. The half-breed’s lips part and a babble of need, pain, want, lust. His cheeks are flushed and his hair dark with sweat as he gasps. Gwen coaxes him to the edge of climax and holds him there for long endless minutes until Conrad is begging and screaming with need.
Then, and only then, Gwen allows his fingers to slide off the heated length, ignoring Conrad’s strangled protest. He leans in, close enough to feel the fire burning under his brother’s skin and hisses softly into his ear.
“It was not your fault.”
Conrad’s head tilts towards him, just as he flicks the nearest clamp. The brunet screams and Gwen pushes him back against the wall, still whispering against his brother’s ear.
“You were a prisoner. You had no choice. You had no way to fight back.” His voice is even but forceful and he punctuates each statement with a flick of one of the clamps. Conrad is babbling again, apologies, pleas and frantic prayers to the Shinou. Unfortunately, Gwen has it on excellent authority that the Shinou will not be taking a hand and continues. “You were alone. You were as deep into enemy territory as you could get. Your main duty was to survive. You did that. You did nothing dishonourable.”
Conrad’s desperate litany changes slowly, apologies fading away and acceptance starts to sneak in. Gwen’s free hand slips lower, urging him towards climax as he continues to chat “It was not your fault.” in Conrad’s ear.
The brunet is weeping, hips rocking mindlessly as he hangs from the chains and tears flow ceaselessly down his cheeks as he nods and pants and gasps in time with Gwen’s clever fingers. “Not…not…m’fault. Not….not!”
“Gooood boy.” Gwen coos, fingers curling a little tighter around his brother as he deftly plucks away the clamps.
Conrad’s climax explodes from him and his scream of release leaves Gwen’s ears ringing. The dark-haired demon waits until the shudders and aftershocks of pleasure run their course, leaving Conrad beached in his arms. He strokes his brother’s hair, crooning mindless platitudes as he unfastens the cuffs and Conrad topples into his arms, boneless and emotionally drained.
He wraps a blanket around shaking shoulders and carries the brunet out into the bright-lit sitting room where Yozak has been waiting on tenterhooks for the last hour. The redhead takes his trembling captain and looks at Gwen, eyes silently demanding an answer.
Gwen sighs, feeling old and grubby. “It’s done. He’ll be fine now.”
Fandom: omg_maou
Pairing: GwenCon
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Request
Air is cool. The man tied to the wall closed his eyes behind the blindfold and focused on the sensation of chilled air against his skin. The cuffs around his wrist are padded and comfortable but he already knows he can't break them or dislodge them.
He deserves this.
He tries not to flinch as the door creaks open. His lips are dry and he licks them, head bowed.
Gwen takes a little too long to close the door and turn to face the brunet tied to the wall. Automatically, he looks his partner over, noting the bluish bruises fading slowly, the sleek lines and shapely contours.
He reaches for one of the silk scarves and ties it across Conrad's eyes before the younger man can look up. The half-breed sucks in a panicky breath, whimpering softly as Gwen knots the silk behind his head.
"...please..." the soft whimper makes Gwen's fists curl and the anger that surges up makes his voice harsher than he means it to be.
"No talking!"
Conrad freezes and Gwen barely bites back a curse. He should have know better, but he still hoped that Conrad wouldn't know his voice, wouldn't realise it was him. He strips off his gloves as he paces up and down in front of the bound brunet.
He starts touching almost as soon as the gloves come off, fingertips trailing across the smooth plane of Conrad's chest, pinching a nipple to hear the other gasp and trailing down to cup hardening flesh. He rubs the vein along the side absently, while he eyes the various 'toys' left scattered around.
Conrad is whining - a thready, needy sound that spills from his lips as his cheeks darken and the faint gloss of sweat starts to dot his upper lip. Gwen presses a little harder, only to pull away as Conrad's hips twitch.
"Naughty, naughty." He chides, tapping Conrad's nose. "You don't want to spoil the party already, do you kitty-cat?"
Conrad moaned, stifling the words of complaint as Gwen moves over to a side table. He sorts through the glittering metal and selects a handful of clamps before sauntering back over to his captive audience.
He rubs at the nearest nipple, the rough pad of his thumb encouraging the small bud of flesh to harden. Conrad groans throatily, sagging as his knees buckle and Gwen runs an expert eye along the chains and cuffs, satisfying himself that Conrad isn't in danger of permanent injury. He cups the smaller brunet's cheek, tipping Conrad's head up easily.
The brunet is boneless with need and want.
Perfect.
He snaps the first clamp on with no warning and Conrad reacts as if he'd been electrocuted, snapping up with a howl. Gwen steps back as his brother flails wildly, breath gasping from his lungs.
Interesting reaction. This shouldn't take too long.
Gwen steps back in, shoving Conrad’s legs apart to keep him off balance while the second clamp is attached. Conrad HOWLS, thrashing wildly against his bonds as tears start to soak through the silk. Gwen steps back, running one hand down Conrad’s abdomen to curl around the softening erection.
His fingers curl and coax it back to life even as Conrad shudders and quakes, whimpering and begging softly.
“..off, take them off off off please Shinou, heika~a, gods, please take them offffffff!!”
Gwen keeps going, spilling a little oil into his hand and curling his fingers into a slick tunnel that pulls and tugs on Conrad’s arousal. The half-breed’s lips part and a babble of need, pain, want, lust. His cheeks are flushed and his hair dark with sweat as he gasps. Gwen coaxes him to the edge of climax and holds him there for long endless minutes until Conrad is begging and screaming with need.
Then, and only then, Gwen allows his fingers to slide off the heated length, ignoring Conrad’s strangled protest. He leans in, close enough to feel the fire burning under his brother’s skin and hisses softly into his ear.
“It was not your fault.”
Conrad’s head tilts towards him, just as he flicks the nearest clamp. The brunet screams and Gwen pushes him back against the wall, still whispering against his brother’s ear.
“You were a prisoner. You had no choice. You had no way to fight back.” His voice is even but forceful and he punctuates each statement with a flick of one of the clamps. Conrad is babbling again, apologies, pleas and frantic prayers to the Shinou. Unfortunately, Gwen has it on excellent authority that the Shinou will not be taking a hand and continues. “You were alone. You were as deep into enemy territory as you could get. Your main duty was to survive. You did that. You did nothing dishonourable.”
Conrad’s desperate litany changes slowly, apologies fading away and acceptance starts to sneak in. Gwen’s free hand slips lower, urging him towards climax as he continues to chat “It was not your fault.” in Conrad’s ear.
The brunet is weeping, hips rocking mindlessly as he hangs from the chains and tears flow ceaselessly down his cheeks as he nods and pants and gasps in time with Gwen’s clever fingers. “Not…not…m’fault. Not….not!”
“Gooood boy.” Gwen coos, fingers curling a little tighter around his brother as he deftly plucks away the clamps.
Conrad’s climax explodes from him and his scream of release leaves Gwen’s ears ringing. The dark-haired demon waits until the shudders and aftershocks of pleasure run their course, leaving Conrad beached in his arms. He strokes his brother’s hair, crooning mindless platitudes as he unfastens the cuffs and Conrad topples into his arms, boneless and emotionally drained.
He wraps a blanket around shaking shoulders and carries the brunet out into the bright-lit sitting room where Yozak has been waiting on tenterhooks for the last hour. The redhead takes his trembling captain and looks at Gwen, eyes silently demanding an answer.
Gwen sighs, feeling old and grubby. “It’s done. He’ll be fine now.”