The characters in this story don't belong to me. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made. I am only borrowing them for awhile, and they will be returned, safe and relatively untouched, when I'm done.
This story contains m/m sex and some consensual BDSM
A fantasy fulfilled --- but whose fantasy is it really? Mostly dialog. How long will it take you to figure out just who is who?
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by The Rose
"I think I've changed my mind."
A grin. "Chickening out, huh?"
"I can't say I'm surprised."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just that --- I never thought you really meant it."
"I meant it!"
"Then why are you chickening out?"
"But you said . . ."
"I just changed my mind!"
A nod. "It's okay if you're afraid."
"I'm not afraid!"
"I thought you wanted this."
"I did ---"
"I thought you trusted me."
"You know I do!"
"Then, why . . .?"
Lips, nervously moistened. "It's, well, you know . . ."
Another nod. "Scary. I understand."
Blue eyes looking up to meet blue eyes. "Do you?"
"And you're not disappointed?"
A warm hand, stroking down the length of a soft, supple arm. "Well, I didn't say THAT."
"So, you are disappointed?"
Fingers, entwining in hair. "You made it sound like fun. That's all."
"We could do it another time."
"Great! Now you're mad!"
"I'm not mad."
"Yes, you are! I can always tell!"
"I'm not mad! But, maybe . . ." A soft finger, tracing the curve of a jaw line.
Lips, touching the juncture of neck and shoulder. Then, a whisper. "Maybe it was my fantasy, too."
A soft sigh of pleasure as the lips were replaced by the tip of a tongue. "Is it?"
Warm breath in an ear. "What if it is?" Not a lie, just a question.
A deep breath, the chest lifting. "So, what do you want to do?"
"Are you asking me?"
A giggle. "You see anyone else here?"
Fingertips brushing over a firm nipple. And that whisper again. "I still want to do it."
"Ummm . . ."
"But we won't if you're afraid."
"I told you . . .!"
"I know, I know. You're not afraid. Just --- nervous." Fingertips stroke along the side of a rib cage.
A startled squirm and another giggle. "Don't!"
"You know I am!"
"Yes. I love that about you." Again the stroke, but going lower this time.
A gasp of delight.
"Liked that, did you?"
"So, can we still do it?"
A nervous pause. "Ummm . . ."
"We've done it before."
"No, we haven't!"
"Sure we have, remember? That night outside of Athens."
"That was different!"
"That was only --- my hands."
"Oh. I think I understand. You're afraid to go the rest of the way."
"Well, wouldn't you be? No. Forget I said that. It couldn't happen to you."
"Why couldn't it?"
"You're too strong! You couldn't ever be . . ."
A face nuzzling into the side of a neck. Breath, warm on the skin. "Helpless?"
A shudder. "Do you deny it?"
Teeth, gently nibbling down a throat. "No. But you know I won't hurt you."
A moan of pleasure. Fingers entwining into silky hair. "I know."
A strong, gentle grip pulls the hands away and pins them to the mattress. An earlobe is nibbled and then sucked. "I could do it anyway."
Arm muscles straining, trying to pull free, but held fast. "You wouldn't."
Warm lips on a nipple, teasing it lightly. "I could."
Another moan, longer this time. "Yes. But you wouldn't."
The mouth moving lower, finding a navel. A tongue, working . . . "Are you so sure?"
Another shudder, the body shifting. "I, ummm … "
Lips and tongue teasing a thatch of curly hair, teeth lightly nipping the top of a thigh. "I have everything I need, right here on the bed. See?"
The body rising up, straining against the imprisoning hands. "Don't . . . stop . . . Please!"
A soft chuckle. "Is that a plea to stop? Or not to stop?"
"I --- don't know."
The mouth, working faster now, moving back up the flat stomach to the erect nipples. "We could start with just your hands again." A nip, and an answering cry of excitement. "Then see how we feel."
"How WE feel?"
The mouth and the tongue and the teeth lavishing the side of a neck. "We're in this together, aren't we?"
Another gasp, fingers clinching tightly into bed sheets. "I --- I guess."
The imprisoned wrists pulled above the head, held there by one strong hand, while the other begins to roam down the body, slowly, touching all the right spots. "So, we can start with your hands?"
Cerulean blue eyes clouded with lust. "Ummm huh."
An amused chuckle. "Was that a yes?"
A shift of weight, soft cord being wound around wrists and tied off. "There. Too tight?"
The body, hungry for more, rising up as if begging to be touched. "No."
Both hands, now, traveling the length of that body, setting off tiny fires wherever they touched. And the mouth, once again tasting the slightly salty skin as it worked down across the chest, pausing for a moment at each nipple before it worked its way inexorably downward. "Like this?"
"I'll take that as a yes, too." Bypassing that curly hair and the wonders it held, nibbling instead on trembling thighs.
A frustrated moan. "Please . . .!"
"Tell me what you want."
"You know what I want!"
A kiss to the back of one knee. "Now?"
"Gods, you're killing me! Yes, now!" The legs lifting, trying to come up and over the strong shoulders.
Slightly callused hands pushing the legs down onto the bed, holding them there against the resistance. "We have unfinished business, remember?"
"Wha . . .?"
A chuckle at the lack of coherency. A puff of warm breath blown into those luscious curls. "We were going to see how we felt about going further, remember?"
"I . . . I . . ."
Hands sliding up the inside of still-restrained thighs. "I still want to."
Breath coming in short gasps, hands pulling uselessly at soft cords. "You . . . you do?"
A love bite, low on the stomach. An answering buck from the body. "Oh, yes. May I?"
"Ummm . . . "
"I promise, you'll like it. And I'll be gentle."
The body, needing more, much more, arching upward toward that wonderful mouth. "Will you stop if I ask you?"
Teeth, scraping lightly over the tender spot where leg joins hip. "Do you think you'll ask me?"
The need so strong now, overcoming nervousness. "NO!"
Another chuckle, warm and wonderful. And another shift of weight. Then, the legs being spread. Soft cords twisting around bare ankles.
A sudden rebirth of fear, shooting tension through the body. "Wait!"
"Relax. I won't hurt you."
The feeling of the legs being eased straight, the ropes being tied.
Sudden panic, jerking at the cords. "No! I can't!"
"Yes, you can."
The body, helpless now, writhing. "But you said you'd stop!"
"No, I didn't." That mouth, that tongue, working its way up the curve of one leg, pausing briefly to nip the tenderness behind one knee before it started back up. "Stop struggling. Relax. Enjoy."
"I don't think --- Oh, Gods! I need ---!"
A pause in the nibbling, the face close to those luscious curls. "What do you need?"
"This is --- torture! Please! I need you!"
"You're okay with the ropes, then?"
"I don't --- maybe --- I just --- Oh, Gods, how can you --- how do you manage --- please --- just --- please!"
A soft chuckle. "Now I know I've got you. You're babbling."
A brief struggle. Fruitless. "Untie me!"
Hot breath across fresh moisture. "I think not."
A gasp, the body bucking. "Are you enjoying this?"
The stroke of a tongue on warm flesh, teasing the inside of one thigh. "Immensely."
"You're killing me!"
One fingertip, tracing a circle around that most intimate of places, then dipping lower, lower, between creamy cheeks to another secret place.
The finger sliding inside, against the resistance of the tight ring of muscle. "Oh, I do so like to hear you beg."
The body, trying to thrust against that new pressure, but held down by the cords. "Pleeeease!"
Two fingers, now. The opening tight and dry but being gently stretched. And then the tip of a tongue, tracing the most exciting of patterns in a spot already moist, while the fingers continued to stroke, to stretch. "You seem anxious. Are you in a hurry?"
The body bucking uncontrollably, needing release, the groin straining upwards seeking a touch, any touch. "I need you! Please!"
A mouth, all too quickly removed, and warm breath puffed on the seeping moisture. "Ask me again."
A chuckle. A face, rubbing against the inside of a thigh, the slight stubble of a beard abrading the sensitive skin. "I've never seen you quite so desperate. I like it."
The body quivering, blue eyes dark with desire look up to meet those other blue eyes. "Gods, what are you doing to me?"
Another touch of that maddening tongue. "Aren't you enjoying yourself?"
"Yes! But I need --- I need --- "
A nip, the teeth pinching and then pulling on silken skin. "Tell me."
"Dammit, I need to come!"
The chuckle again, the hands spreading the thighs even more. "Why didn't you just say so, Iolaus?"
The mouth taking in the straining cock in one swallow, working it between the tongue and the roof of the mouth. One hand kneading the balls and the other gently stroking a nipple.
The hips thrusting, fighting the ropes, lunging upward into that sensuous mouth. "Oh, Gods, Herc! Oh ---!" Release, finally, like surf crashing against boulders. Like thunder during a rainstorm, pinwheels of fire bursting behind closed eyelids. And then, the body sags, spent, into the wet sheets. A moan of exhausted pleasure.
"Liked, that, did you?"
The bed moving at the shift in weight. Knees between thighs, strong hands sliding under buttocks, lifting them. "Good. Now it's my turn."
A sudden thrust, a groan of pain, a secret place filled and stretched. "Ooooohhhhh."
A rhythm established. Quickening, as the need, too long denied, demanded its own release. The body beneath, rising up now to meet the strokes, thigh muscles tight as they fight their restraints. "Oh, Gods! Oh . . .!" The second release, a flood of hot juices, and the body sags forward onto the smaller one beneath it. The sound of ragged breathing, and nothing more.
"That was --- incredible."
"Told you you'd like it. Did I hurt you?"
The body on top rolling off, one arm left draped over the stomach, the fingertips lightly touching the curve of the hip.
"Ummm, Herc. You want to untie me now?"
Hercules rose up on one elbow to look down into those incredibly expressive blue eyes. He smiled. "No, I don't think so."
The barest hint of uneasiness crept back into the eyes. "Why not?"
One finger traced a path up the ribcage, ignoring the squirm it caused, and circled a still-erect nipple. "Because I'm not sure if you'll ever let me do this again. And I like you helpless. I'd like to keep you this way awhile longer."
"How long?" Iolaus asked anxiously, satiated for the moment but feeling himself react as Hercules continued to torture that nipple.
"Maybe all night," Hercules said. He leaned over the chest, drawing the other nipple into his mouth, smiling as he heard the moan of pleasure it caused. "Maybe all week." He stretched up until he was nibbling that special spot on the side of Iolaus's neck and the smaller man was writhing under him. "I may never let you up."
A gasp of pleasure was his only answer, and he raised his head to meet those eyes again. "Would that bother you?"
That smile. How he loved that smile. "I think you're trying to kill me."
Hercules' eyes took on a little bit of a wicked glint. "Oh, no. If I was trying to kill you would I do this?" He sucked the earlobe into his mouth, his tongue worrying the small gold earring. "Or this?" His mouth wandered hungrily back down the neck, delighting as the sound of Iolaus's breathing increased. "Or this?" He lightly bit the juncture of neck and shoulder, smiling at the shiver of desire it caused.
"I --- haven't recovered from the last one yet!" Iolaus complained, writhing.
Hercules wound his fingers in that gloriously wavy hair, using his grip to hold the head still while he continued to alternately chew and then lick the side of the smaller man's neck.
Unable to move, barely able to breathe, Iolaus gasped at the onslaught. "Oh, Herc!"
"Yes?" the hero asked leisurely, his mouth still on the golden skin and his breath sending still another shiver through the body under his hands.
"Please . . . don't . . ."
One hand began an inch by inch search down the length of the body, slowly, oh so slowly, working its way toward that tangle of gold at the crotch. "You want me to stop?"
"I want you to let me up."
The teeth scraped along the collar bone, and Iolaus whimpered. "Why?" Hercules asked him.
"I want --- to touch you!"
Hercules shook his head, letting his chin stubble scrape along that luscious throat. "No. Not tonight. Tonight you're mine. Helpless." Another shudder, starting at the scalp and ending at the toes. "Tied down." The shudder this time made the bed shake, and Hercules grinned wickedly. His hand tickled the cock, which was beginning to swell again. "I'm going to tease you . . ."
"I'm going to nibble every inch of you."
The hips, thrusting upward, as another moan escaped the lips.
"And I'm going to take you. Hard and dry and fast."
The head of the cock was seeping already. Hercules adjusted his position so that his own cock, already engorged and ready to burst, lay atop the trembling golden leg.
"And when you're ready to come, I'm going to stop. I'm going to make you wait."
"Make me suffer, you mean," Iolaus said, his voice hoarse with passion.
Hercules chuckled. "Oh, that too." Still holding the head still, he covered those lips with his own, plunging his tongue in and out, hard and fast, the way he intended to on another part of the anatomy. The blond twisted under him as the cock sprang fully to life and Hercules let his hand close around it. Instantly the hips began to thrust, trying to provide friction on that swollen, aching member. But Hercules swung his leg over one straining hip, pressing it to stillness against the mattress.
"Ummmmppphhhh," Iolaus said into his mouth.
Hercules raised his head, gazed down into those eyes, half veiled now by impossibly long eyelashes. "What was that?"
"I said, this isn't fair!"
Hercules squeezed the base of the throbbing cock, then trailed his fingers delicately around the balls. "Who said it had to be fair?"
"Why are you torturing me this way?" Iolaus demanded, his breath coming fast, his mouth half open.
Hercules grinned down at him, still restraining his head, still holding down his hips, as his fingertip traveled the length of the shaft. "Because I can."
Iolaus gasped. "I can't last much longer!" He tried again to buck, panting with desire.
"Well, why don't we see how long you can last?" Hercules said, thoroughly enjoying playing the tease for a change. He lightly thumped his own cock with one finger, making it wait its turn. He lowered his head to the task again, finding all those special spots, settling in for a long night full of glorious torment, and willing the world to get along without him for a very, very long time.
Continue on to the sequel Revenge