Author: Merula
Pairings: 2x1
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi, AU, Bondage. Spanking. Bad lemon- maybe only a lime? PWP
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine.
Taming
Heero blinked, his head felt thick and heavy as if he had been drinking all night, which as he had no recollection of doing so, seemed unlikely. He tried to remember what he had done as he blinked again and tried to raise his hands to rub at his eyes. Panic flared when he couldn't get his arms to move.
Someone chuckled.
Heero shook his head in an effort to banish the fog that seemed to be clouding his thoughts and tried to move his arms again.
"I see that you're finally waking up. It's about time."
Heero lifted his head, blinking; trying to make the fuzziness around him focus into the world he knew was there. He shifted, and realized that he was on his knees. But when he tried to move his legs, to stand up or just fall all the way over, he couldn't.
He became aware of tightness around his wrists, one that was echoed around his ankles and even... no... not there!
He blinked frantically, shaking his head. No, he wasn't!
A hand caught his chin, tilted his head back, and fingers brushed at his eyelids, helping clear the dust, helping him focus.
He groaned when he saw who was in front of him. No... not again!
Maxwell grinned, catching the faint expression of disbelief. "Quite a chase you gave me this time." His hand left Heero's chin and Heero dropped his head down, finally catching a look at himself.
His shirt was gone. Jeans too. Only his chaps and boots protected his skin from the dry grass. He shifted and felt the pull of the rope on his wrists, ankles and- he swallowed hard at the sight- his cock.
"What... what are you going to do to me?"
The hand touched his chin again, tilting his head up slowly, and he saw that the hunter too was clad only in his boots and chaps, and between his legs....
Heero inhaled sharply.
"I think you already know."
The hunter knelt down beside Heero, letting his hand slide down Heero's chest, smiling as he watched Heero shudder.
"You really were much harder to catch this time. As always, your skills are very impressive." The hunter's hand slid down further still. "But now I'm afraid that you're at my mercy."
"I won't beg," Heero ground out and the hunter smiled.
He reached in between Heero's thighs and slid his fingers over Heero's bound cock. "You will," he said amused as he used his touch to make Heero strain against the rope. "You always do."
Heero couldn't ignore the touch, couldn't move away from it. He could only bite his lip and endure the torturous pleasure.
This seemed to only amuse his captor more.
Maxwell stood up, letting his hands slide away from Heero. He stepped out of Heero's vision for a moment, leaving the other hunter to wonder what it was going to be this time.
It had been his bad luck to run across the other hunter in the bar that day, months ago now, and take him up on the offer to share a bed for the night.
Even worse luck to wake up before Maxwell and be the one that got the tip that led to the bounty.
Maxwell hadn't forgiven him for that one. Ever since, he'd made a point of 'catching' Heero whenever their paths crossed, as if to prove who was the better hunter... Heero had managed to escape each time so far, but never before the other hunter had amused himself first...
Maxwell returned. Dangling in his hand was something made of leather and metal that caused Heero to tug futilely on his bonds, sending a jolt through his body.
Maxwell bent down, intent on using the bridle in his hand on his captive prey. Heero started shaking his head, but the other hunter only laughed. Catching Heero's head with one hand, he reached down and pinched one of Heero's nipples. Heero gasped in reaction and the bit was shoved in his mouth.
"Mmph!" he managed in affronted protest. His captor laughed as he tied the bridle in place.
"I thought it would please you," he said. "You didn't want to beg after all." His hand gripped the reins; tugging Heero's head back as he stepped closer. His cock rested against Heero's cheek. He smiled. "Now, what do I do with you." He forced Heero's cheek to rub against his cock, then pulled Heero's head back farther and let his cock rest against Heero's lips.
"So many possibilities." He let the reins slide through his fingers until they reached the end and then quickly bent forward and attached them to the rope that bound Heero's wrists, making Heero keep his head tilted backwards.
He moved to Heero's side and knelt beside Heero in the dry grass. He smiled as Heero tried to turn his head to watch him. "You look like a troublesome stallion, hobbled and bridled, needing someone to take you into hand and train you."
He slid a hand over Heero's flank. Heero tried to squirm away, but it was impossible. Every move seemed to tighten the ropes that bound him, making his cock, already hard from the hunter's touch, swell up harder against the rope that bound it.
"Relax," Maxwell crooned. "Don't fight. You'll only hurt yourself."
Heero growled and tugged again. The hunter shook his head.
"Since you are so intent on hurting yourself," his hand came down with a crack on Heero's backside making Heero yelp, "let me help you."
Heero shook his head, straining at the ropes again, and was rewarded with another smack.
Several more left him whimpering, hanging limply in his bonds, and the hunter stopped.
The hunter checked the bonds, making sure they were not digging too tightly into Heero's skin and sighed. "Perhaps you've learned your lesson now?"
He untied the reins from the rope, letting Heero drop his head and arch his back a little.
His head snapped up again when a wet fingertip slid down the curve of his ass and then brushed against his opening.
A hand slid down his spine gently. "Relax, you know I intend to ride you. Make this easier on yourself." The finger pressed inwards and Heero drew in a gasping breath. "That's right, don't fight it." He felt the hunter's lips touch the back of his neck. "You liked it the first time I did this... remember? In that tiny bed in that inn? You snuck off the next morning, but I remember how you begged me to continue, how you called my name..." Maxwell's voice was now a low growl.
Another finger joined the one inside him, making him squirm, heating his blood and Heero moaned. Maxwell chuckled. "That's it. I see you do remember." Heero's eyes closed as Maxwell's fingers increased their pace, as his other hand stroked Heero's skin, as his lips traced Heero's spine.
Pleasure began to rise in a wave, rushing over him, yet constrained by the rope that bound him. Maxwell's fingers were working magic, making him shudder and mumble pleas around the bit.
He found himself falling forward suddenly, and his eyes flew open in a panic. The ropes! To his relief, they didn't tighten. He landed face first on a soft blanket- Maxwell must've put it there. The ropes still bound his hands behind him, were still wrapped around his ankles and cock, but he was no longer bound to the tree, his wrists and ankles no longer connected. He would've sighed in relief, but there was only one reason Maxwell would've freed him from the tree.
Hands grasped at his hips, tugged him upward. He managed to turn his face to the side, caught a glimpse of Maxwell's lust-filled expression as the other pushed himself inside Heero.
Heero shivered in reaction and Maxwell's hands ran over his body soothingly.
"Yes..." He heard Maxwell hiss as the hunter set his pace. The ropes made it impossible to brace himself, but Maxwell kept a firm grip on him, the hunter's fingers digging in slightly as he rode Heero.
Heero could do nothing. He was helpless. Tied and gagged as he was, he could only react, and even that was bound to Maxwell's whim.
Maxwell's fingers tightened, he pushed hard and Heero felt the spread of heat inside him. He was gasping, straining against the confining ropes.
A moment later, and he was flipped over on his back, his hands still bound, but the rope around his ankles and cock vanished. Before he could so much as sigh in relief, Maxwell's mouth descended on him, caressing and demanding.
Denied as he had been, it didn't take long. His climax sent him into oblivion, and so he missed the gentle fingers that cleaned him up. He missed the soft kiss that touched his mouth as the bridle was removed.
He woke up later, slightly disoriented, and found himself wrapped in blankets, Maxwell curled up beside him, fast asleep.
His hands were tied in front of him now, and so it was only the work of a moment to free himself.
He looked at the sleeping man beside him, and for a brief mad moment wanted to shake him awake. Wanted to ask if his odd revenge was finally satisfied...
And then wanted to shake himself for hoping that wasn't the case. Was he going mad? He couldn't... no, of course not. Physical pleasure was a necessity, that's what he had told Maxwell that first night, something that men needed occasionally, but long term? That was just impossible for a hunter. His father had told him that years ago and Heero had never forgotten. Never get attached. Never stay.
He spotted the rest of his clothes, lying in a neat stack at the base of the tree. He slid out of the blankets and grabbed them. He'd dress once he was farther away. His horse was tethered beside Maxwell's beast, and as well trained as it was, it didn't make a sound as he untied it and left the camp.
He cast one glance over his shoulder. If only... he didn't finish the thought.
Duo opened his eyes up all the way as the soft sound of Heero and his horse's footsteps faded into the distance.
Duo grinned. Well, Heero was coming along nicely. He'd actually hesitated a bit before running away again. He rolled over in the blankets, propping his chin in his hand. Next time he'd catch Heero in a cabin or inn somewhere; keep him confined for more than a day. Maybe that would do the trick.
He glanced towards his saddlebags, the slim black handle of his branding iron catching his eye. Then again, maybe next time he needed to go for the direct approach, point out to Heero who his ass really belonged to...
He closed his eyes, still smiling. Either way, he'd enjoy the hunt.
OWARI
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