Ch4—What I believe is a lemon, may be lime. Tell me what it is, please.

The bed took up the room; at least, it seemed to in Heero’s eyes. It stood there on its pedestal like it was up for auction. But that wasn’t the reason for it being there, not the reason at all. It was there for the man, Duo.

Heero had no delusions about what was going to happen tonight; he wasn’t the type for delusions. He just hoped it would be not too bad. From what he felt and seen of this strange man, he thought it would be okay, not bad. Maybe that was a delusion he dressed up as an educated guess. Or maybe it wasn’t.

He wouldn’t know until he climbed those stairs, those stairs to the mansion bed. Just take one step at a time, he told himself, just one step. He commanded his muscles to move. But they didn’t. You just look like a fool standing there, he screamed at himself; get it over with; you are strong; you can do it.

He took a step. He took another step. He stopped. He was one foot away from the five stairs that led to the bed. Baka, get moving, he thought. He moved the journey of one foot. A foot hit the first step’s front. The bed looked massive way up there. He now saw two things under the bed; lubricant and a pair of manacles.

From the way he acted, Duo probably thought he hated manacles. He did. He didn’t. He hated them; they were the sign of his capture. He loved them; they excited him. He closed his eyes.

This is your mission, he thought, do you choose to accept? Roger, mission accepted. He was a survivor, a solder; he would accomplish his mission and maybe, someday, he would be able to make sure this happened to no one else.

He strode up and reached the bed in no time. It spread before him like a valley after a bloodfull battle. He was about to sit down when the man interrupted him.

“Take off your clothing,” the man said. Heero liked that voice. It was deep and husky with a cheerful quality to it that was missing from most people’s voice, but it wasn’t too cheerful like some peoples voices. It held a bit of fakeness to it, but every one but the dumbest and smartest had a façade to keep them sane and out of the L4 mental intuition where horror stories almost has bad as from L2, here, were leaked to the public. Heero always thought the stories were purposeful to keep the intuition not crowded.

“Well, are you going to just stand there?”

Heero blushed and took off his clothing. He didn’t have to look that he was already aroused. He didn’t need to look to know that the man was behind him.

He felt two burning arms slid around his waist. They moved up and started to play with his nipples. Pleasure burned through him in waves. A naked front pressed against him, and an erection, a hard, already prepared erection.

Heero was pushed down onto the mattress. He moaned as the sheets rubbed against him. A lubricated finger slipped into his virgin hole. It moved around, stretching him. Another finger joined in. Heero moaned and pushed up toward the fingers. Suddenly, the welcomed fingers left him all alone. He started to protest, but the fingers had a replacement.

Duo’s thick shaft pushed into Heero. Pain ripped through him. The pain was replaced with pleasure when the shaft hit something inside him. He felt, no, was in a land of bliss. He floated there as the shaft moved in and then out.

He screamed as he reached his peak and the organism hit him, his seed shouting out under him as he clamped his muscles around the shaft. The man screamed too as Heero felt something warm fill him. They slumped down on the bad after he was down.

TBC

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