Rules of the Game:
Part Two
By: Kitty E.
"Inspection, soldier, stand at attention," Duo barked. He circled Trowa, dragging his fingers over the thighs, the swell of the buttocks, down the back, and across the chest. "Seems in order, your boots don't shine, but we'll let it pass. I've got plans for you." He sat on the bed, "Strip, soldier... and make me like it."
Trowa paused a moment, wondering just how he was to do that. "Yes, sir," he acknowledged, as he unbuttoned a few of the snaps with his right hand and slipped it inside, dragging each fingertip over his nipple. Duo nearly lost it as Trowa's eyes flickered close, mouth dropping open for a soft moan. He stayed in his place though, not daring to interrupt the show. The buttons popped open one after another as Trowa slid his hand down. His other hand came up to undo his belt, and as it fell open so did the jacket.
Duo winced when he saw there was still a dress shirt to deal with, Trowa moved closer, hovering mere centimeters away from Duo's face. One by one the buttons were undone, and little pieces of Duo's control were torn away. All he had to do was lean forward just a little to capture one taut brown nipple in his mouth, wrap his arms around Trowa's waist. He knew he wouldn't last a second if Trowa exposed anymore skin, so once the last button was undone, and the shirt and jacket were shrugged off, he issued his next order.
"Stop," he waited for Trowa's hands to still. "You did pretty good there, soldier, I think you deserve a reward." Something good for you and me... "Touch yourself... where I can see."
"Yes, sir." Trowa lifted one hand slowly, wishing it was Duo's but making the best of the situation. He found the rapt attention Duo afforded his every move rather exciting. He'd never really felt that sexy, and with his past experience he thought that was a good thing. As he went over one nipple, making it harder, pinching it softly, he discovered it felt good to be desired, wanted so badly that his partner clenched the sheets tightly to avoid ruining his own game. He gave quick attention to the other for Duo seemed rather pleased at the display, then moved his hand down to his almost painful erection. Duo nodded his approval, and Trowa felt it was all right to unzip his pants, pushing them down a little until they hung low on his hips.
Impatiently, his hand went to his erection, tugging the waistband of his boxer-briefs down to his thighs. One stroke nearly sent him over the edge, the rush of sensation hit him hard, but he fell back from the peak, and set about trying to reach it again as quickly as possible. Duo watched him carefully, getting ready to test his limits. Trowa's body started swaying slightly as his hand worked almost mercilessly over himself. When he saw that Trowa was close, he interrupted again. "That's enough, soldier."
Trowa's hand stroked down twice more before stopping, the motion caught by Duo's avid gaze. Duo licked his lips, Perfect. "Ah, soldier. That's two demerits. You need to be punished now. I guess I won't touch you after all." The displeased expression on Trowa's face made him almost delirious. Oh god, he wants it bad, but I'm not- I can't give it 'til he asks.
"Take off the rest of your uniform, soldier." Oh god, oh god, oh god. Dutifully, Trowa kicked off his boots, and slipped off his white slacks. "Come here." Trowa seemed more self-conscious now that he was completely undressed, but did as he was told. "Take off my clothes... and show a little respect, eh, soldier?"
"Yes, sir," Trowa said when he realized he'd forgotten to play for a bit, simply complied because it felt right. He knelt before Duo, noting the other boy's ragged breath. Slowly, he undid the catches to Duo's outer shirt, peeling it off of him. Next came the white undershirt, his fingers fumbling a few times with the small buttons. Duo took it upon himself to shrug off his shirt, urging Trowa to other things. First the belt was undone, then the first button on Duo's ridiculously eccentric riding pants. Duo lifted his hips in such a way it was more of an offering than simple practicality, but Trowa took the opportunity to pull Duo's pants over his hips just the same. He'd forgotten about the shoes, but Duo had already kicked them off. The buttons at the ankles were undone, and the riding pants were finally discarded. He waited, there was nothing else he could do now... not without orders.
"You have such a pretty mouth, Tr- soldier," Duo said as he slid a finger over Trowa's undeniably pout-y bottom lip. "Waste not, want not, put it to good use."
Trowa nodded, kneeling in closer as Duo spread his legs a bit, and fell back onto his hands. "Yes, sir," he said before slipping Duo's straining erection past his lips.
"Oh fuck," Duo purred. His head fell back, he was too overrun with sensation to even enjoy the show. God! Oh god, it's not fair, he's, fuck, he's too good. Duo wasn't even pretending to have some semblance of control. For a moment he let Trowa do as he would, utterly helpless to what the taller boy did to him. He felt each movement acutely, breathing and exhaling in time to Trowa's passes over her him. He all but shouted as Trowa took him in completely. Lucky, lucky boy to get a lover who does this so well... He groaned as Trowa pulled away, doing headwork while he caught his breath. When Trowa plunged down again unexpectedly, there was no holding off, he came hard and wasn't quiet about it. Heero would be in a dismal mood tomorrow morning.
Duo continued to pant, gathering up his shattered control for a moment. Then sitting up for another order, "Swallow," he demanded. He blinked when saw that Trowa already had.
"Hmph, operating without orders is a serious offense. What to do about this? Push ups, laps?" he mused, then grinned. "Or just a little time in the brig?" He got up and grabbed Trowa's belt from the floor, "That's it, lock down. Get on the bed."
Trowa looked vaguely frightened again, but Duo knew he could make this worthwhile. He put the belt aside for a moment, and threw a leg over Trowa's stretched out form. He kissed him, roughly enough to stay in his character, but sweetly enough to remind Trowa this was all for fun. Trowa relaxed a little beneath him, and Duo slowly pulled Trowa's arms up, clasping his wrists together in one hand as the other brought up the belt. He looped it twice around Trowa's hands, and a third time on a bar in the headboard.
"I hope you don't think we're above torture here at OZ, soldier," Duo said as he slid his hands down Trowa's chest. He kissed Trowa's neck, biting down softly, as he slid his thumb over Trowa's nipple in lazy circles. He was free to build up his own desire now, but he knew Trowa's fuse was getting ever shorter. It didn't take much to drive him mad, light touches on his stomach made him whimper, the softest kiss in the right place made him groan.
Duo fingers practically danced over Trowa's skin, and he made good on his threat to torture him. Periodically, he would brush against Trowa's inner thigh, or spirit one fingertip across the very tip of Trowa erection just to see the other boy thrust upward to catch the lost sensation. He did his part to appease his lover as well, spending enough time on Trowa's chest that he thought the other boy would climax just from that sensation alone. He made a slow, meandering line of kisses down Trowa's stomach, even briefly enveloping Trowa's head and letting him thrust into his mouth, before continuing downwards. For that he heard Trowa swear for the first time.
He smirked, but let it pass, his tongue busy making swipes over the trembling flesh of Trowa's thighs. He reached his hand down, tugging Trowa's knee up until he could massage the arch of his foot causing the body beneath his to writhe and thrash even more. He made his way up again, first taking Trowa's sac into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it, and sucking ever so gently. He let them slip out of his mouth, and ran the tip of his tongue slowly up the main vein on Trowa's shaft before taking it into his mouth.
Trowa groaned and gasped, made more noise than Duo had ever heard him make before. He could hear the belt buckle clinking against the headboard as Trowa unconsciously tried to reach down to keep him there. Duo had no intention of letting up though, and Trowa lasted on a few short moments before finally hitting his peak. Duo sat up, and shifted, spitting out Trowa's seed into his hand and spreading it over his fingers. Whenever possible he liked to use natural lube, but he suspected he'd need to dip into the Vaseline hidden beneath the bed. He didn't know how long he or Trowa would last.
Trowa seemed to start suddenly as Duo penetrated him with the first finger. He tensed briefly, but then relaxed, doing everything he could to speed up the process. Duo would have none of it, thrusting his finger slowly, slicking the walls, getting a little deeper each time. Trowa alternated between bursts of movement, rocking against the intrusion in an effort to get Duo to go further, and small rests where he just let himself feel. Duo added a second finger, the longer middle digit sliding in deep enough to stroke over Trowa's prostate. The sight of Trowa arching to that intimate touch left Duo spellbound, and distracted. Blinking, he looked away and focused on stretching Trowa's entry, pulling away for a bit, and the sliding in quickly just to see the surprise on Trowa's face as he hit his mark again.
"Duo..." Trowa pleaded.
"Sir!" Duo corrected. They were so close, they didn't have to end it just yet.
"Sir, then," Trowa snapped. "Do it-do it now."
Duo laughed, "That sounded suspiciously like an order, soldier. You'd better make that a formal request before I change my mind and punish you again." He thrust in a third finger, and then pulled them almost all the way out.
Trowa whimpered, "Please, sir."
"Not good enough," Duo said as he pushed in again, spreading his fingers wide but avoiding the sweet spot. He was almost giddy, Trowa was finally asking.
"Dammit, *please,* sir. Please do it!" Trowa moaned, thrusting back against Duo's fingers.
"Do what?" Duo demanded, Trowa's eyes were closed, and he carefully reached under the bed to grab the jar unseen.
"Fuck me," Trowa whispered, barely believing it when he spoke.
"Fuck you? Isn't that against regulations?" Duo removed his fingers, and Trowa's eyes flew open, worried that Duo really meant it.
"Duo-sir! Fuck me hard, sir, please!" he begged, pulling at his restraints.
Oh god, perfect. Someone tape that and play it at my funeral cause that's what I've been dying to hear, he grabbed a handful of the gel and smeared it over his erection. Hiking Trowa's legs, he felt them lock around his torso. He thrust in roughly, forgetting he had to be careful. Trowa didn't even seem bothered, lifting his hips to meet him. Duo tried to take it slow for all of about thirty seconds, then gave up and slammed into Trowa as hard and as fast as his body would allow. Trowa cried out, but Duo knew better than to stop, this what Trowa had asked for.
Trowa's head thrashed from side to side as he continued to struggle against the belt. One sweat slicked hand slipped through and the other followed grabbing Duo's shoulder, digging his fingernails into the skin as his whole body tensed. His cry of pleasure was swallowed in by Duo's kiss, inner muscles tightening with the ecstasy of release. Duo shuddered suddenly, his own climax almost taking him by surprise. Trowa lifted his head for a soft kiss that Duo didn't dare break as they disengaged and settled on the less rumpled side of the bed.
"Trowa..." Duo asked.
"Aa?"
"You don't... you don't have to give that thing back when we leave, right?" Duo wondered aloud.
"The uniform?" Trowa asked, blinking his eyes open briefly. "Iie."
"Beautiful," Duo murmured. "Now, if I can find a catholic school uniform we'll be set."
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