Reward - Part 3 of the Linksano/Linkara fanfic trilogy thing
Title: Reward
Rating: R for sexual content
Word Count: 1,117 (aprox.)
Characters, Pairings: Linkara/Linksano
Disclaimer: I own nothing, mean no disrespect, am making no money, etc.
Warnings: Orgasm denial, BDSM, collaring, frank discussion of consent, dub-con fears.
Summary: Linkara returns after filming.
Series: Obedience, Submission, Reward
A/N: People craved more. Being busy, this proved more difficult than it should have been. Navigating the consent issues involved was not something to be taken lightly. I really hope I did things justice. I know people just want the sexy times but I want to have the debates about whether this is fully consensual or not.
Linksano waits.
He can see Linkara’s alarm clock at the edge of his vision. An hour passes. He doesn’t feel the need for a bathroom break, he hadn’t eaten or drunk much today, worried he’d be sick with fear approaching Linkara, and then expecting to die anyways.
Two hours. Linksano feels his neck begin to itch. He ignores it. The temptation is terrible, he knows he could just reach up and scratch, quickly, and Linkara would never know …
… but then he’d have to lie. Linksano won’t lie to Linkara, not ever again.
So he ignores it, wills the itching away. It fades eventually.
Fifteen minutes later, he hears Linkara returning.
“Are you asleep?” Linkara asks, softly, from what sounds like the doorway.
“No …” Linksano says, gulping.
“No what?” Linkara leads, coming closer.
“No …” Linksano thinks. “No sir?”
“Good boy,” the bed dips, as Linkara eases onto the mattress. “Did you move at all while I was away?”
“No, sir.” Linksano says, proud of himself.
“Not at all?”
“Not at all, sir.”
“Well, you have been good, haven’t you?” Linkara rakes his fingers through Linksano’s hair, not quite ruffling and not quite petting. “I think you deserve a reward.”
Linksano’s eyes widen.
“Pull down your pants. And your underwear.”
Linksano’s hands are shaking slightly, but he does as ordered, blushing as his half-hard cock is revealed. He only turns redder as Linkara rakes his eyes over his body.
“You’ve been very patient, waiting for me. I took so long, filming my review. And you were so patient, so good, so strong,” he wraps his hand around Linksano’s cock, stroking slowly as he speaks. “I wish you could see how strong you are, Linksano. I wish you could see yourself, the way I see you.”
Linksano’s eyes are watering. He raises his hand to his mouth to stifle a moan, but Linkara carefully pulls it away.
“No. I want to hear you. Don’t hold back.”
Linksano nods, whimpering.
“You’ve been holding back for so long, hiding yourself away. You don’t have to do that anymore. Show me. Let me see …”
Linksano looks up, locking eyes with Linkara without goggles to shield him. The gaze is long, deep, and the temptation to look away is so strong that Linksano nearly breaks away several times.
“I … I’m going to … please …” Linksano squirms.
Linkara’s hand stops. “‘Please’ what?”
“Let me … let me … please …” Linksano moans, writhing, hands gripping the bedsheets white-knuckled.
Linkara tugs on the collar, dragging Linksano up. “Tell me what you want,” he hisses, breath hot on Linksano’s neck.
Linksano is shuddering, hands twitching. It would be so easy to reach down and do this himself, but that’s not what this is about, that’s not what Linkara wants from him, and it’s not what Linksano wants from this.
“Please … sir … please let me … let me come.” Linksano feels his face turn red.
Linkara tugs the collar again, pulling Linksano close, and with his free hand he reaches down, running a finger along the underside of Linksano’s cock.
It doesn’t take much, a few quick strokes, and Linksano moans, slumping against Linkara, clinging to his jacket with shaking hands.
Linkara tugs on the collar one final time and then holds Linksano tightly, strong arms wrapping around his torso.
“I’ve got you … I’ve got you … come back … easy now …”
Linksano’s mind is fuzzy. He blinks, limp and pliable as Linkara eases him down on his back, stretches him out on the bed. Linksano whimpers when Linkara tugs his underwear and pants back on, reaching weakly for Linkara’s crotch and resting on the other man’s thigh.
Linkara pauses, and gently removes Linksano’s hand. “No,” he says simply. “Not now.”
Linksano’s brow furrows. “But …”
“I said, not now,” Linkara repeats, voice firm.
Linksano cringes. “I’m sorry, sir.”
Linkara looks pained. “You have nothing to apologize for. I’m not angry. I’m just … for now, we take things slow.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You want things to go faster?”
“I … I don’t know, sir.” Linksano shrugs. Earlier today he’d thought he was going to die, thinking about the future is difficult even now.
“And that’s why we’re taking things slowly. God, we shouldn’t be doing any of this if you’re not sure … I’m … I’m taking advantage of you and …” Linkara stands up and turns away, shaking his head, pacing.
Linksano sits up. “Sir, may I take the collar off?”
“You can do what you want, Linksano, I’m not … you shoudn’t have to … I shouldn’t …”
Linksano takes the collar off, rolls his neck. “Linkara, turn around, please. Look me in the eye.”
Linkara stops and turns around.
“You didn’t tie me up. You didn’t threaten me to stay. You asked me to stay, so I stayed. I could have left. I thought about it. And I chose not to. I chose. My mind might not be at 100% right now, but I had a choice. You didn’t force me to do anything. I chose.” Linksano’s courage flags slightly and he squirms, glancing away briefly. “And I liked it. I wanted more. It felt … right. I wasn’t afraid anymore. I’ve … I’ve been afraid of you for a long time now.”
“That’s my fault.” Linkara’s voice is cracking.
“Some of it, I think so,” Linksano shrugs, still fighting the thoughts of stupidworthlesstraitor and patheticweakugly roiling around in the back of his head. “Some of it I did to myself. But I’m not afraid anymore,” he wraps his arms around himself. “I’m … I’m going to shower, now.” Linksano nods. “Yes. I’m going to go take shower. And … and we’ll talk more, later. But right now … this was enough. For now.”
Then Linksano gets off of the bed, picks up the collar, and leaves. He doesn’t run, though his legs are screaming at him to flee, or to turn around and kneel at Linkara’s feet more.
Too much has happened in too short a span of time, and Linksano feels sweat dripping down his spine, feels his heart racing and his breath quickening.
He makes it into the shower before the real panic sets in. He rides out the waves of nauseating impulses, showers until his fingers grow wrinkled.
He has a lot of thinking to do. About Linkara, and himself, and what just happened.
Linksano sets the collar on his bedside table that night, stares at it calculatingly.
Someday soon, when he’s ready, he’ll give it to Linkara and kneel down. Not like a good dog, not like a coward begging for mercy … like a man making a choice.
The End
Rating: R for sexual content
Word Count: 1,117 (aprox.)
Characters, Pairings: Linkara/Linksano
Disclaimer: I own nothing, mean no disrespect, am making no money, etc.
Warnings: Orgasm denial, BDSM, collaring, frank discussion of consent, dub-con fears.
Summary: Linkara returns after filming.
Series: Obedience, Submission, Reward
A/N: People craved more. Being busy, this proved more difficult than it should have been. Navigating the consent issues involved was not something to be taken lightly. I really hope I did things justice. I know people just want the sexy times but I want to have the debates about whether this is fully consensual or not.
Linksano waits.
He can see Linkara’s alarm clock at the edge of his vision. An hour passes. He doesn’t feel the need for a bathroom break, he hadn’t eaten or drunk much today, worried he’d be sick with fear approaching Linkara, and then expecting to die anyways.
Two hours. Linksano feels his neck begin to itch. He ignores it. The temptation is terrible, he knows he could just reach up and scratch, quickly, and Linkara would never know …
… but then he’d have to lie. Linksano won’t lie to Linkara, not ever again.
So he ignores it, wills the itching away. It fades eventually.
Fifteen minutes later, he hears Linkara returning.
“Are you asleep?” Linkara asks, softly, from what sounds like the doorway.
“No …” Linksano says, gulping.
“No what?” Linkara leads, coming closer.
“No …” Linksano thinks. “No sir?”
“Good boy,” the bed dips, as Linkara eases onto the mattress. “Did you move at all while I was away?”
“No, sir.” Linksano says, proud of himself.
“Not at all?”
“Not at all, sir.”
“Well, you have been good, haven’t you?” Linkara rakes his fingers through Linksano’s hair, not quite ruffling and not quite petting. “I think you deserve a reward.”
Linksano’s eyes widen.
“Pull down your pants. And your underwear.”
Linksano’s hands are shaking slightly, but he does as ordered, blushing as his half-hard cock is revealed. He only turns redder as Linkara rakes his eyes over his body.
“You’ve been very patient, waiting for me. I took so long, filming my review. And you were so patient, so good, so strong,” he wraps his hand around Linksano’s cock, stroking slowly as he speaks. “I wish you could see how strong you are, Linksano. I wish you could see yourself, the way I see you.”
Linksano’s eyes are watering. He raises his hand to his mouth to stifle a moan, but Linkara carefully pulls it away.
“No. I want to hear you. Don’t hold back.”
Linksano nods, whimpering.
“You’ve been holding back for so long, hiding yourself away. You don’t have to do that anymore. Show me. Let me see …”
Linksano looks up, locking eyes with Linkara without goggles to shield him. The gaze is long, deep, and the temptation to look away is so strong that Linksano nearly breaks away several times.
“I … I’m going to … please …” Linksano squirms.
Linkara’s hand stops. “‘Please’ what?”
“Let me … let me … please …” Linksano moans, writhing, hands gripping the bedsheets white-knuckled.
Linkara tugs on the collar, dragging Linksano up. “Tell me what you want,” he hisses, breath hot on Linksano’s neck.
Linksano is shuddering, hands twitching. It would be so easy to reach down and do this himself, but that’s not what this is about, that’s not what Linkara wants from him, and it’s not what Linksano wants from this.
“Please … sir … please let me … let me come.” Linksano feels his face turn red.
Linkara tugs the collar again, pulling Linksano close, and with his free hand he reaches down, running a finger along the underside of Linksano’s cock.
It doesn’t take much, a few quick strokes, and Linksano moans, slumping against Linkara, clinging to his jacket with shaking hands.
Linkara tugs on the collar one final time and then holds Linksano tightly, strong arms wrapping around his torso.
“I’ve got you … I’ve got you … come back … easy now …”
Linksano’s mind is fuzzy. He blinks, limp and pliable as Linkara eases him down on his back, stretches him out on the bed. Linksano whimpers when Linkara tugs his underwear and pants back on, reaching weakly for Linkara’s crotch and resting on the other man’s thigh.
Linkara pauses, and gently removes Linksano’s hand. “No,” he says simply. “Not now.”
Linksano’s brow furrows. “But …”
“I said, not now,” Linkara repeats, voice firm.
Linksano cringes. “I’m sorry, sir.”
Linkara looks pained. “You have nothing to apologize for. I’m not angry. I’m just … for now, we take things slow.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You want things to go faster?”
“I … I don’t know, sir.” Linksano shrugs. Earlier today he’d thought he was going to die, thinking about the future is difficult even now.
“And that’s why we’re taking things slowly. God, we shouldn’t be doing any of this if you’re not sure … I’m … I’m taking advantage of you and …” Linkara stands up and turns away, shaking his head, pacing.
Linksano sits up. “Sir, may I take the collar off?”
“You can do what you want, Linksano, I’m not … you shoudn’t have to … I shouldn’t …”
Linksano takes the collar off, rolls his neck. “Linkara, turn around, please. Look me in the eye.”
Linkara stops and turns around.
“You didn’t tie me up. You didn’t threaten me to stay. You asked me to stay, so I stayed. I could have left. I thought about it. And I chose not to. I chose. My mind might not be at 100% right now, but I had a choice. You didn’t force me to do anything. I chose.” Linksano’s courage flags slightly and he squirms, glancing away briefly. “And I liked it. I wanted more. It felt … right. I wasn’t afraid anymore. I’ve … I’ve been afraid of you for a long time now.”
“That’s my fault.” Linkara’s voice is cracking.
“Some of it, I think so,” Linksano shrugs, still fighting the thoughts of stupidworthlesstraitor and patheticweakugly roiling around in the back of his head. “Some of it I did to myself. But I’m not afraid anymore,” he wraps his arms around himself. “I’m … I’m going to shower, now.” Linksano nods. “Yes. I’m going to go take shower. And … and we’ll talk more, later. But right now … this was enough. For now.”
Then Linksano gets off of the bed, picks up the collar, and leaves. He doesn’t run, though his legs are screaming at him to flee, or to turn around and kneel at Linkara’s feet more.
Too much has happened in too short a span of time, and Linksano feels sweat dripping down his spine, feels his heart racing and his breath quickening.
He makes it into the shower before the real panic sets in. He rides out the waves of nauseating impulses, showers until his fingers grow wrinkled.
He has a lot of thinking to do. About Linkara, and himself, and what just happened.
Linksano sets the collar on his bedside table that night, stares at it calculatingly.
Someday soon, when he’s ready, he’ll give it to Linkara and kneel down. Not like a good dog, not like a coward begging for mercy … like a man making a choice.
The End