The first impression to greet him on waking was one of comfort. He was somewhere warm, and soft. Dim reddish light flickered against his closed eyelids, and the faint scent of anise and spice hung in the air.
The second was the realization that he couldn't move, and that discovery jolted him back to wakefulness with a startled lurch. What the Hell?
His eyes snapped open, vision still blurry from the lingering aftereffects of the drug -- the drug! Why in God's name would Heero drug him? Half-holding his breath, he groggily took an inventory -- everything seemed to be in order, except for some rapidly-fading sleepiness. He was lying on his back on the bed they shared, his arms stretched out above him. Experimentally, he tugged on them, only to have his wrists come up against something soft and unyielding. Craning his neck around, Duo managed to get an upside-down glimpse of the headboard; he recognized the padded handcuffs Quatre and dumped off on them. The latch mechanism was nowhere near his fingers.
Tied to the bed, and completely naked. Duo swallowed nervously.
A shadowy figure moved, towards the foot of the bed and off to one side. Duo looked over in time to see his lover's face, flaring into illumination from another candle. Heero set the candle down on the shelf with the others, and turned back to the bed. "You're awake," he observed quietly.
Duo stared at his lover, trying to figure things out. Heero never quite shed the old habits of the war; even underneath the jeans he had taken to wearing, he always kept the spandex shorts. He was wearing these now, but nothing else, and it was from him that the musky-sweet scent was originating. Duo swallowed again, though not from fear this time. Christ, nobody had the right to be that gorgeous! In the candlelight, his slightly bronzed skin nearly glowed, and the shadows that fell across his face and body as he moved -- slender body and graceful limbs, the well-defined muscles promising such strength... Duo shifted uneasily on the bed. Heero was always beautiful, but in the candlelight he radiated an air of sensuality so powerful that Duo found himself incredibly aroused. And bound as he was, he had no way of hiding it. "Heero, what's goin' on?" he asked, his voice cracking despite his best efforts.
Instead of replying, Heero slid onto the bed beside Duo, turning sideways to stare at the other boy for a long moment. Idly, he reached out and trailed the fingers of one hand along Duo's collarbone; Duo had to fight to stifle a gasp at the electric sensation that slight touch sent along his skin. Heero leaned closer, as though fascinated by his lover's expression, and pressed his palm a little deeper on Duo's chest. Duo shivered, and shut his eyes.
Re: Junk 3
Date: 2006-02-22 08:12 am (UTC)The first impression to greet him on waking was one of comfort. He was somewhere warm, and soft. Dim reddish light flickered against his closed eyelids, and the faint scent of anise and spice hung in the air.
The second was the realization that he couldn't move, and that discovery jolted him back to wakefulness with a startled lurch. What the Hell?
His eyes snapped open, vision still blurry from the lingering aftereffects of the drug -- the drug! Why in God's name would Heero drug him? Half-holding his breath, he groggily took an inventory -- everything seemed to be in order, except for some rapidly-fading sleepiness. He was lying on his back on the bed they shared, his arms stretched out above him. Experimentally, he tugged on them, only to have his wrists come up against something soft and unyielding. Craning his neck around, Duo managed to get an upside-down glimpse of the headboard; he recognized the padded handcuffs Quatre and dumped off on them. The latch mechanism was nowhere near his fingers.
Tied to the bed, and completely naked. Duo swallowed nervously.
A shadowy figure moved, towards the foot of the bed and off to one side. Duo looked over in time to see his lover's face, flaring into illumination from another candle. Heero set the candle down on the shelf with the others, and turned back to the bed. "You're awake," he observed quietly.
Duo stared at his lover, trying to figure things out. Heero never quite shed the old habits of the war; even underneath the jeans he had taken to wearing, he always kept the spandex shorts. He was wearing these now, but nothing else, and it was from him that the musky-sweet scent was originating. Duo swallowed again, though not from fear this time. Christ, nobody had the right to be that gorgeous! In the candlelight, his slightly bronzed skin nearly glowed, and the shadows that fell across his face and body as he moved -- slender body and graceful limbs, the well-defined muscles promising such strength... Duo shifted uneasily on the bed. Heero was always beautiful, but in the candlelight he radiated an air of sensuality so powerful that Duo found himself incredibly aroused. And bound as he was, he had no way of hiding it. "Heero, what's goin' on?" he asked, his voice cracking despite his best efforts.
Instead of replying, Heero slid onto the bed beside Duo, turning sideways to stare at the other boy for a long moment. Idly, he reached out and trailed the fingers of one hand along Duo's collarbone; Duo had to fight to stifle a gasp at the electric sensation that slight touch sent along his skin. Heero leaned closer, as though fascinated by his lover's expression, and pressed his palm a little deeper on Duo's chest. Duo shivered, and shut his eyes.