Diablo

Noveria. Ice cold on the outside.
Kaidan pulled on the jacket for his costume. He was dressed as a "Wall Street Shark," one of the bestial capitalists that had done so much damage to the North American states before their complete unification. The outfit suited him, and his current mood. The slacks were tight in unfamiliar places, but he couldn't deny that it was an attractive, if aggressively masculine, look.
They were having a costume party in the hotel, courtesy of one of the corporate representatives here, who was an old friend of Jarrett's. Jarrett apparently had friends everywhere. Kaidan wondered what Jarrett would be wearing. He straightened the blood-red tie, and left his room to check on Liara.
"Go away!" she sobbed.
"Liara, at least go to the party. You'll have fun," he said, trying to convince her. "The world doesn't end just because I'm not sleeping with you anymore."
"You're not sleeping with Liara anymore?" said Joker excitedly. "Does that mean she's available?"
Kaidan rolled his eyes. "You ask her, I'm going down to the party." Kaidan headed for the elevator, and stopped and stared. Jarrett was waiting there for the elevator. He was wearing knee-high black leather boots, laced up the front. Skintight black leather pants, also held closed with lacing in the front and down the sides. A silky shirt, with a froth of lacy ruffles at his throat. Fingerless black leather gauntlets that went to his elbows. He hadn't cut his hair in days, and it fell to his shoulders in silky waves. And of course, his fingernails were painted. Black, today, decorated with distracting little sparkly things. And he was wearing makeup again, his lips drawn fuller and more luscious than ever in red; his eyes heavily mascared and outlined with kohl.
"Elevator's here." Jarrett stepped in, and held the door. "You coming, or are you going to try to make up with Liara?"
Kaidan walked into the elevator.
"I like what you're wearing," Jarrett complimented him. "Too bad you don't sleep with guys."
Kaidan took a deep breath. "You know, I've never actually said that."
Jarrett looked at him in surprise. "You never contradicted anyone about it." He looked curiously at Kaidan, who was staring at the elevator door. "So, Alenko, do you sleep with guys?"
The elevator doors opened. "It depends on the guy." Kaidan held the door open for Jarrett.
Jarrett stepped out, his eyes on Kaidan. "So… what does a guy have to do to get in bed with you?"
"Depends on what the guy wants," said Kaidan slowly, holding Jarrett's eyes with his, as he stepped out of the elevator.
Jarrett suddenly noticed how close Kaidan was, and backed away in surprise.
Kaidan walked away to the party, not waiting to see if Jarrett was following.
Noveria was only ice cold on the outside.

"Come on, I spent forty thousand getting this party set up, don't I deserve a little something from you?" asked Jarrett's old friend in his heavily accented Standard. They were dancing, or rather Jarrett was dancing, and his friend was standing on the dance floor, watching him and trying to convince Jarrett to go upstairs with him. Jarrett's shirt had disappeared sometime in the ten minutes that Kaidan hadn't been watching him. There was no sign of it anywhere.
"I agree," grinned Jarrett, "And I think you're getting exactly what you deserve."
"Excuse me," said Kaidan calmly, cutting the man off before he could respond to Jarrett. "I think this is my dance."
Jarrett stared at him in surprise, but didn't say anything as Kaidan pulled him away for the next song. "Have you been drinking?" Jarrett asked finally.
Kaidan was amused to note that Jarrett never stopped dancing, moving his lithe body constantly in perfect time with the music. For the party, they had replaced the standard calming Asari droning with a mix of Human music, Human beats. "No, I have not been drinking," he answered calmly.
"You just don't normally act like this, that's all. It's very confusing."
"What's confusing about it?" Kaidan challenged. "I wanted to dance with you." He put his hands on Jarrett's hips, matching his rhythm. "Not just dance in the same room that you happen to be in. I wanted to dance. With you."
Jarrett was silent, strangely disoriented but the warmth of Kaidan's hands on his body.
"So what happens when the dance is over?" Kaidan asked quietly.
"I'm not sure," said Jarrett swiftly. "I still have to think about it."
"Take your time," said Kaidan with his normal calm. "I don't want you to do anything you'd regret later." The song ended, and Kaidan walked away, leaving Jarrett to be reclaimed by his old friend.
"Who the hell was that?" he demanded.
Jarrett watched Kaidan walking to the bar. "I'm not sure."
Kaidan ordered a drink, and glanced over his shoulder to see if Jarrett was still dancing, but he couldn't see Jarrett anywhere. He turned back to the bar, and sipped carefully at his drink. He looked up as someone sidled up to the bar, right next to him. Someone soft and warm, with the characteristic elevated body heat of a Human biotic. "Hello."
Jarrett smiled up at him, his blue eyes sparkling with humor. "Hello!" He waved to the bartender, his fingers glittering in the lights. "I'd like a blow job," he announced, and almost everyone at the bar dropped their drink. Kaidan managed to catch his before the glass hit the bar, but not everyone was so lucky. Jarrett laughed, and the bartender recovered enough to make the mixed drink.
"It's free if you drink it without using your hands," said the bartender, and set the drink in front of Jarrett. The bartender put extra whipped cream on top, and stepped back to watch the show.
Jarrett put his hands behind his head, pulling his hair out of the way, and carefully started licking away the whipped cream at the edge of the shot glass, then moved his tongue up the column of whipped cream, swirled his tongue around the top, then slowly and carefully lapped his way down until all the cream was gone. Then, he wrapped his lips around the mouth of the glass, taking the whole thing in his mouth, tilted his head back in one smooth motion, arched his back and everyone at the bar could see the thick, creamy drink disappear into his mouth, his throat working swiftly to swallow it straight down. Jarrett's tongue slid into the glass again, licking away every trace of the sweet liquor that he could reach before he bent his head down again, and carefully deposited the glass back on the counter.
Jarrett suddenly realized that Kaidan's arm was around his waist. "Thanks for the drink," smiled Jarrett, and slid away, as Kaidan let him go without a word. He suspected that Kaidan knew perfectly well that he would be back.
Kaidan finished his drink, and decided against another one. He wanted to dance with Jarrett again. He walked to the dance floor, and this time Jarrett came to him, leaving the person he had been dancing with to move closer to Kaidan. "You look like you've made up your mind."
Jarrett twisted sinuously, with a wicked little smile. "Maybe."
"Are you playing games with me?" asked Kaidan calmly.
"I like games," smiled Jarrett. "I like showing off." He moved closer, close enough to touch, but never quite making contact with Kaidan's body as he danced. "I'm still not sure what you like."
"I like games, but only certain kinds. And I don't like doing public performances."
"And you don't share."
"I do not share," Kaidan repeated.
Despite what he had just said about public performances, Jarrett pounced on him, his bare chest pressed against Kaidan's suit jacket, his slender leather-clad legs twining around Kaidan's more solid body. Before Kaidan could protest, Jarrett's lips were on his, tempestuous and demanding, his hands, half-covered by the leather, half-bare, sliding along Kaidan's arms to meet and lock behind Kaidan's head. "Tell me what you want from me, Alenko," whispered Jarrett. It was obvious that Jarrett knew exactly what Kaidan wanted. He just wanted to hear him say it.
Kaidan glared at him, trying not to be angry. He hated being stared at, but he knew that everyone was watching them now, and there was nothing he could do about it, not if he wanted to end the evening with Jarrett in his arms. Furious at Jarrett's clever manipulation, he leaned in close and kissed his lips, forcing himself against Jarrett's softness until the redness wasn't all lipstick. He moved his lips closer to Jarrett's ear, whispered softly, "I want to fuck you, Shepard."
"Oh?" whispered Jarrett with a smirk and a hungry growl. "That doesn't sound like you, Alenko. Are you sure?" Jarrett's body moved slowly against Kaidan's, grinding their bodies together to the beat of the music, working Kaidan to an unbearable hardness.
Part of Kaidan wasn't sure that this was a good idea, trying to play this game with the most dangerous man in the galaxy. What little he knew about Jarrett proved to him that Jarrett was totally different from anything that he had any experience with, and he wasn't really sure that this would work the way he wanted it to. The rest of him, including his cock, was mesmerized by the slender, blue-eyed beauty in his arms that looked like he could fuck all night long. He leaned closer, and kissed Jarrett's neck. The warmth, the musky scent of Shepard's body decided him. "I want to fuck you," he repeated, whispering quietly so that no one could hear him except Jarrett. "I want to fill you up, and watch my come spill out of you. I want to make you scream for more –" he stopped in surprise as Jarrett suddenly hissed in warning.
Jarrett panted for a moment, recovering himself. "Fuck, the way you talk almost made me come right here. I thought you were against public performances," said Jarrett mockingly, still moving rhythmically against Kaidan. He had somehow managed to wrap one leg around Kaidan's waist, and was now openly rubbing his cock on Kaidan's body. Kaidan growled softly, and buried his face in Jarrett's neck. "I seriously thought you didn't like men, Alenko. But I see now that I was wrong. Our audience has also realized this."
Kaidan blushed furiously, and didn't move to look at the stares he knew he was getting. Jarrett laughed cruelly. "Someone ought to give you a good spanking," Kaidan snarled, his voice still low and his face still buried in Jarrett's neck.
"Ooh, I really like that idea," laughed Jarrett, his voice dangerous and dark. "I like you when you're mad, Alenko. If you fuck as hard as you hit, I'll come back for a second helping. Let's go upstairs already, I'm not getting paid enough to entertain the crowd."
"Why not? I guess you've proved your point," said Kaidan softly.
Jarrett looked at him questioningly.
"You're irresistible."
Jarrett smiled. "Well, that's true, but that's not what I wanted to prove." He slid his lips up to Kaidan's ear, kissing the strong jawline as he went. "I wanted to prove that you are."
"Let's go." Kaidan wanted to pretend that not everyone was watching him leave, hand in hand with Jarrett Shepard. He wanted to pretend the shocked silence from the Normandy crew wasn't because of him being with Jarrett. But he couldn't, so he ignored all the stares and the sly comments about the sex drive of biotics, and instead focused on Jarrett. The warmth of his hands, the curves of his body beneath the leather, the beauty of his face.
"Will this get you in trouble with the little blue whore?" grinned Jarrett after the elevator doors closed.
Kaidan glared at him. "She is not a whore. Don't talk about her."
Jarrett put his arms around Kaidan, rubbed himself against Kaidan's body like a cat. "So what can I talk about?"
"We're playing a game, right, Shepard?" Kaidan put his arms around Jarrett again, slowly backed him up against the wall. "I need to know the rules."
Jarrett pressed himself even harder against Kaidan, panting slightly as he moved. "Sure, I like games. Let's see... if I call you by your middle name, you need to stop. How's that sound?"
"That's it?" Kaidan put his hands on Jarrett's hips, forced him to hold still so he could meet his eyes. "That's your only boundary, Shepard?" Unflinching, Jarrett's wide blue eyes seemed to bore into Kaidan's soul. "You're just going to let me do whatever I want?"
"You haven't said anything I'm not interested in, Alenko," Jarrett smiled slowly. "It's just one night. You're not gonna kill me. So let's play." The elevator stopped, and Jarrett waited for Kaidan to move. "Well, Alenko?"
Kaidan watched his eyes, and decided that Jarrett really did want to play this game. "What room?"
Jarrett handed him the key. "Suite 14."
Of course, Noveria had given the Council Spectre the largest suite. Kaidan took Jarrett's hand, and led him down the hall, trying to decide if he really wanted to do this. How he wanted to do this. The warm hand in his was confident, firm. Trusting. All Kaidan had to do was live up to that trust. Kaidan opened the door, and threw Jarrett inside. He slammed the door closed behind him, and set the room to privacy mode.
Jarrett stumbled, twisted like a cat, and ended up kneeling on the floor, facing Kaidan. Kaidan turned on the lights, not too high, not too low. "Nice start, Alenko," grinned Jarrett approvingly.
Kaidan slapped him, sharply, not hard enough to knock him to the floor, just hard enough to make him sway a little. Not nearly hard enough to make him bleed.
Jarrett touched the side of his mouth, stared at Kaidan expectantly.
"My name is Kaidan." Jarrett considered, not quite panting, and Kaidan raised his hand again.
"Yes, Kaidan. I'm sorry, Kaidan."
So, he did know this game. Kaidan lowered his hand, and looked curiously around the room.
"Kaidan? There's an ottoman, there," he pointed. "You might find that comfortable, if you're looking for somewhere to sit," suggested Jarrett, smiling again. His eyes were warm with lust and eager for more. There was a slight mark on his handsome face where Kaidan had struck him. Kaidan bent down to kiss it, and from there, his lips, forcing Jarrett's lips apart so that he could taste his mouth. Jarrett tasted like sweet liquor, and Kaidan kissed him until Jarrett gasped for air, then finally pulled away.
"I don't see where you get off calling Liara a whore," said Kaidan sharply, in contrast to the warm, hungry kiss. "I've never met a bigger slut than you. I swear, some days I think I'm the only man on the Normandy you haven't fucked." Jarrett laughed in his face, and Kaidan slapped him again, more carefully this time, so he wouldn't leave a mark. Kaidan stood up, and slowly undid the fastening of his pants. "Am I?"
"No, Kaidan, I haven't fucked Garrus. Or Wrex, for that matter." Jarrett was grinning like a cat in front of a bowl of cream. His eyes were transfixed by the sight of Kaidan's unrestrained cock springing up to greet him.
"Have they fucked you?" asked Kaidan. He sounded calm, as if this were a normal, everyday conversation.
"Wrex isn't interested in Humans, so no." Jarrett leaned forward a little, to try and take Kaidan's cock in his mouth.
"Garrus?" Kaidan pushed him away, and held his head in place by digging his fingers into Jarrett's hair. "Answer me."
"No, Kaidan, but not for want of trying," Jarrett smiled. "I'm something of a cocktease." He looked up at Kaidan, his lips curved in a wide smile.
Kaidan leaned forward and pulled Jarrett's head closer at the same time. His cock slid easily between Jarrett's lips, and Kaidan moaned in appreciation as Jarrett angled his head to get the whole thing in his mouth. "Fuck around with my cock, and I will make you pay for it."
Jarrett ran his tongue over the head, along the thick vein, kissed the base before asking, "And if I do a good job, do I get a reward?"
"You'll get my cock in your ass," Kaidan promised. "One way or another."
Jarrett smiled, looking more than ever like a very happy cat, and swallowed Kaidan's cock again, using his hand to help stimulate Kaidan. "Would you mind if I got myself off while I do this?"
"You're enjoying sucking me off that much?"
Jarrett kissed the base again, and smiled up at Kaidan. "I love how calm your voice is, Kaidan. It is amazing to listen to. I seriously think I could get off to you reading the duty roster out loud."
Kaidan's cock twitched at the idea of Jarrett having an orgasm, but he didn't like Jarrett's method of getting there. "I didn't bring you here to watch you jerk off. Get back on my cock, slut."
Still smiling, Jarrett returned to worshipping Kaidan's cock with his mouth, using the same motions that he had used earlier with the drink, sliding his tongue along the underside, swirling his tongue around the head, sinking the entire length into his mouth. He moved forward, still on his knees, using his hands to pull Kaidan's hips closer to his body, so that Kaidan could thrust into his willing and eager mouth.
Kaidan felt himself getting too close, and used Jarrett's hair to pull him away. "Up," he commanded. He pulled Jarrett close for a kiss, tasting himself on Jarrett's lips, kissed the bruise again. He stepped away, and looked carefully at Jarrett. "Strip. Leave the gloves on." Kaidan made no move to remove his own clothes.
Jarrett smiled impishly, and carefully removed his boots, showing off his personal flexibility by not bending over to remove them. He slowly undid the laces keeping his pants closed, his eyes on Kaidan's, waiting for a cue. Kaidan moved his head gently, and Jarrett turned around to let the leather pants fall to the ground, revealing his perfectly shaped body, a tattoo on his lower back, and the fact that he wasn't wearing any underwear. He stepped away from the pants, and Kaidan took each of Jarrett's hands in his, holding the beautiful and dangerous body to him, his cock rubbing against Jarrett.
"Do you feel that, slut? Do you feel what you do to me?" Kaidan brought Jarrett's hands around, held them in place behind the small of his back, forcing Jarrett a little farther away. He looked down at Jarrett's hardness, whispered into Jarrett's ear. "You want to know why I broke up with Liara? It's because I kept screaming your name while I was fucking her."
Jarrett laughed in surprise. "Really?"
"That's why I'm here, slut, and why I'm going to fuck you until you scream my name. It's up to you whether it will be because you're begging for more, or begging me to stop."
Jarrett smiled in pleasure. "It's easy to make me scream, Kaidan, but if you want your name in there, you're going to have to be exceptional." Jarrett gasped in surprise as Kaidan suddenly bent him over the arm of the couch, his body perfectly placed for Kaidan's penetration. Kaidan pulled off the tie from his costume, and used it to restrain Jarrett's hands. "I have cuffs, if you want."
Kaidan slapped Jarrett, a quick sharp blow on his upturned ass. "Thank you, slut, I'm fine with what I have."
"I was just trying to help," Jarrett grumbled. "Don't want to ruin your tie."
"Try it," Kaidan invited.
Jarrett twisted his hands, and realized the fabric of the tie was reinforced in some way, and the knot wasn't giving way.
Kaidan chuckled as he watched Jarrett wriggle. "You do remember I'm a medic, right? There's a whole course on tying people up so they can't get away."
"Pervert," Jarrett laughed. "Soo… Kaidan… will there be fucking anytime soon?"
Kaidan slapped him again. "You'll get my cock when I feel like giving it to you, and not a second before." He looked around again. "You do have some lube around here, right?"
"Bedroom."
Kaidan chuckled. "So, you can make it that far without your clothes falling off. I always wondered." Kaidan disappeared for a moment, and returned with the bottle of slick lubricant. "What would you have done back in the days of sexually transmitted diseases? They'd probably have a clinic devoted just to you. 'Oh, doctor, I slept with Shepard!' 'Here, take these twenty-five pills before your dick falls off.'"
"Very funny," said Jarrett, but he didn't sound particularly amused.
"I thought so," grinned Kaidan, and rubbed a slick finger over the ring of muscle surrounding the opening to Jarrett's body. Jarrett gasped in surprise, then moaned softly. "Personally, I'm very glad that we're past the days of having to use condoms all the time. Or gloves. I mean, can you imagine trying to do this with rubber gloves on?" As he spoke, he worked one finger into Jarrett, and added more lube. "And don't even get me started on the plastic sheets to protect your mouth." He bent down, and inserted his tongue next to his finger, drawing a wild moan from Jarrett. He worked another finger inside, and moved his tongue away, kissing his way down the back of Jarrett's leg.
Jarrett started as he heard a quiet 'click,' then another, and realized that his legs were now chained to the legs of the couch, that he was spread wide open for Kaidan. "Should I ask what you're doing, Kaidan?"
"You can ask, but I probably won't answer you. Here's a hint, though: it involves your ass." Kaidan continued working two fingers in and out, opening Jarrett.
Jarrett laughed softly.
Kaidan pulled his hand away, and carefully inserted the tip of his cock into Jarrett's body, leaning against the couch, letting gravity help him overcome the natural resistance. Jarrett moaned softly, and wriggled a little to try and help him. Kaidan smiled to himself, and drew back, working just the head in and out of Jarrett.
Jarrett moaned again, but couldn't move enough to sink back onto Kaidan's cock. He bit his lip, and tried not to whimper, hoping he could hold out longer than Kaidan could. "Dammit, will you fuck me already!" he finally shouted.
"Who are you talking to?" asked Kaidan, amused.
"You! Kaidan!"
"Me? What? Did you want something?"
"Fuck me, dammit!" Jarrett tried to move, but Kaidan easily forced him back down.
"Who are you talking to?" Kaidan repeated.
Jarrett screamed in frustration, but refused to beg, and Kaidan pulled out with a wicked chuckle. "You bastard," Jarrett sobbed. He couldn't believe Kaidan had really stopped.
"Fuck you, you say," Kaidan mused. "Well, if you don't want my cock, what can I fuck you with? Let's see here…."
Jarrett tried to see what Kaidan was doing, and heard the door to the refreshment unit open. He realized that Kaidan had deliberately arranged him so that he couldn't see anything that was going on. Kaidan was humming a song as he walked back over to where Jarrett was tied up. He heard a bottle open, and could hear Kaidan drinking something.
Kaidan walked around to the side of the couch that Jarrett could see. "Thirsty?" He held out a bottle of water.
Jarrett took one look at the shape, and realized what Kaidan was planning. "I'd rather have your cock," he said swiftly, "I do want it, please, Kaidan, fuck me with your cock."
"You're not scared, are you?" asked Kaidan in surprise. He gently brushed Jarrett's hair out of his face. "You don't think I'd really hurt you, do you?"
"No," Jarrett grinned, "I'd just really rather have your cock in me. It's a really nice cock." He twisted slightly, and kissed Kaidan's hand. "And you're already hard, why waste it?"
Kaidan carefully held the bottle of water to Jarrett's lips, and let him have a few sips. Then he set the bottle down on the table, where Jarrett could still see it, a subtle reminder for him. Kaidan put some more lube on his cock and on Jarrett, then lifted Jarrett's hips so he could get one hand underneath. Jarrett sighed with relief as Kaidan began stroking him. "You want to come, don't you, slut? You want a thick cock to slam into that beautiful ass of yours and make you come, don't you?" Jarrett moaned. "Answer me, slut. Don't fuck with me."
"Yes," Jarrett moaned, "I want your cock, Kaidan."
"You're just scared because you realized there are more bottles back here, aren't you?"
"No, I want your cock, I want you to fuck me! I do, I really do, please, Kaidan, fuck me with that big cock of yours, let me suck it, fuck me, fuck me!" gasped Jarrett wildly as Kaidan's hand continued moving on him. He cried out as he came, and then shouted as Kaidan shoved his cock partway into Jarrett at almost the same time. Kaidan pulled his hand away from Jarrett's cock, then thrust again, sinking his entire length into Jarrett while his muscles were still relaxed by his climax. Jarrett tried not to scream again. "Shit!"
"It wouldn't be any fun if you were expecting it," Kaidan laughed. He licked his hand clean. "You know, you taste really good." He pulled Jarrett's hips a little higher, and Jarrett moaned as Kaidan sank deeper into him. Kaidan rolled his hips, working himself against Jarrett's walls. "And you feel really good, too. You're tight. Could use a little something, though," Kaidan pretended to think. "Oh, yeah," Kaidan smacked Jarrett, right on the softest part of his curve, hard enough to leave a mark and draw a shocked scream from him. "Some screaming." Kaidan did it again, on the other side this time, and Jarrett wriggled helplessly, trying to get away. "Oh, calm down, no one's gonna see it." He pulled Jarrett back to him, and began alternating long, drawn-out thrusts with strong, solid smacks.
Jarrett held out for as long as he could, but Kaidan passed the point where most men would have come already, and showed no signs of stopping. He screamed in agonized ecstasy, started begging for release. "Kaidan! Oh, please, fuck me, please, Kaidan, come in my ass, please!"
"What's the matter, slut? Your ass is on fire? Need me to fill you up and put it out?" Kaidan smirked.
"Yes, please, fill me up with your come," Jarrett pleaded.
Kaidan pulled Jarrett closer as he came, savoring Jarrett's cry of pain. He pulled out, and sat down on the couch, lifted Jarrett's head to his lap. "Clean me off," he commanded. "And then keep going, slut, until I'm hard again."
"Wouldn't this be easier if you untied me?" smiled Jarrett eagerly.
"You're not full yet," said Kaidan simply, and moved his cock between Jarrett's shocked lips. He ran his hands through Jarrett's hair while he watched as Jarrett's tongue slowly coaxed him back to full hardness. "You really like the cock, don't you? Why do you even bother with women?" He pulled Jarrett away and went back to the arm of the couch, and slammed his cock back inside Jarrett, back inside the soft, wet channel. Jarrett shrieked at the rough entry, then moaned as Kaidan began skillfully working him. "Seriously. You have no business fucking women, slut. Leave that for other men. You, you should be lying around all day, warm and wet and ready for a cock to fill you up." Jarrett whimpered in agreement. "Do you have a butt plug anywhere?"
Jarrett moaned helplessly. "Bottom drawer, by the bed. In the box." He whimpered, unable to stop himself as he felt the beginnings of an interior orgasm from Kaidan's girth and motions, from the feel of Kaidan's slacks on his reddened skin.
"Oh, that is beautiful," murmured Kaidan, as Jarrett began to buck wildly, screaming in ecstasy, completely out of control from the sensations. Jarrett's muscles clamped down on Kaidan's cock, with the involuntary strength that only comes from an anal orgasm, and he started spurting another load of come into Jarrett. Kaidan gasped, and slowly withdrew. He took a few deep breaths to steady himself, then went to the bedroom to retrieve the plug. He held the obnoxiously sparkly purple toy in front of Jarrett's lips. "Get that wet." Jarrett obediently licked the plug all over, and Kaidan carefully inserted it, letting Jarrett's muscles seize hold of it to keep it in position. He knelt down, and undid the restraints holding Jarrett's legs in place. "Up," he commanded. "I don't want that plug coming out until I take it out."
Jarrett stood up carefully, not sure if his legs were working right. He glanced up at Kaidan, who was watching him with a dark and wild hunger in his eyes.
"Come here, slut," Kaidan commanded, gesturing at his cock. "You know what I want."
Jarrett fell to his knees, and eagerly took Kaidan in his mouth again. He could feel Kaidan's come inside him, trapped there by the plug. It was vaguely unsettling and exciting at the same time. He'd already come two times, how much would it take for him to be satisfied? How many times could he make Kaidan come?
"You do this better than anyone I've ever met," gasped Kaidan. "This one's going down your throat, slut. Don't disappoint me."
Jarrett redoubled his efforts, eager to make Kaidan come so that he could taste him. He angled his head so that Kaidan's thrusts would go all the way to the back of his throat. With a savage growl, Kaidan took hold of Jarrett's hair and began thrusting deeply into his mouth. He could feel the change in the pulse, the significant tightening, and began to swallow as fast as he could, just barely keeping up with the loads that Kaidan's cock was firing into his throat.
Kaidan sighed in animal pleasure as Jarrett sucked him dry and licked him clean. He pulled Jarrett up to him for a kiss, a wild and hungry kiss, tasting himself, and a slight touch of blood where Jarrett had bitten his lip. He licked Jarrett's lips, "Silly slut. Just scream next time, don't hurt yourself."
Jarrett blushed.
Kaidan sat down on the couch, and pulled Jarrett into his lap, deliberately drawing Jarrett's glowing skin over his slacks.
Jarrett winced. The feel of Kaidan's slacks on his skin was a sharp reminder of his vulnerability. Kaidan rearranged him so that his head was resting on Kaidan's shoulder, his legs resting on the couch, his body resting against Kaidan's chest, his cock easily accessible to Kaidan's hands, and the plug resting against Kaidan's thigh.
"Are you all right?" asked Kaidan gently.
"My hands hurt a little," Jarrett confessed.
Kaidan undid the knot, and brought Jarrett's hands forward, holding them tightly while he carefully checked Jarrett's wrists for any damage. With his tongue. Jarrett tried not to whimper, but he couldn't move, not with Kaidan holding his hands like this. Every movement of his body rocked the butt plug against Kaidan's thigh, and Jarrett shifted his legs, trying to find some way to sit that wouldn't cause such sweet suffering.
"Sit still," Kaidan commanded. "I want you warm and wet for the next time I fuck you."
Jarrett tried to hold still, but the feel of Kaidan's tongue on the tender skin of his wrists was utterly maddening.
"I did warn you," said Kaidan sharply, and stood up with Jarrett in his arms. He held Jarrett firmly as he walked over to the ottoman and sat down there, draping Jarrett over his lap, holding him in in place with one arm.
"I'd like to say I didn't see that coming," joked Jarrett, and was rewarded with a sharp slap on his already reddened cheeks. The blow made the plug shift uncomfortably.
"I could tie that in place if your little slut ass is having trouble with it," offered Kaidan.
Jarrett blushed, and knew that Kaidan could see it. "I'm fine." Another slap from Kaidan's hand, hot, heavy, brutal. "Sorry, Kaidan. I'm fine, Kaidan, I can hold it."
"Fine," said Kaidan calmly. "I'll take your word for it. After all," Kaidan smacked him again, watching for the marks that his hands left on Jarrett's rear and thighs, "you wouldn't lie to me, would you?" Another blow, a soft whimper from Jarrett. "There are lots of stupid things you do, but you wouldn't lie to me, would you?"
"No, Kaidan," Jarrett gasped as blow after blow fell from Kaidan's powerful hand on his helpless body.
"Why do you act like such a slut, anyway?" Kaidan paused, and moved his hand over the butt plug, making Jarrett writhe. "Why don't you settle down and get married, start a proper family? Just pick one of your fucking harem and trade rings."
"Fuck you!" Jarrett screamed.
"What?" said Kaidan, his voice very soft and unmistakably angry.
"I want sex, not a fucking psychiatrist," said Jarrett bitterly. "If I wanted a fix, I'd go back to shooting up. I want a fuck."
Kaidan stood, tumbling Jarrett from his lap. Jarrett landed clumsily, and moved to stand up, but Kaidan slapped him across the face. Jarrett dropped to the floor, stunned. Kaidan grabbed him by the hair, and dragged him closer to the couch. Jarrett tried to move away, but Kaidan pinned him to the floor, kneeling on his back, and pulled Jarrett's arms up and cuffed them to the foot of the couch.
Kaidan used his tie to bind Jarrett's feet together, dragging the other chair over to be another point of restraint. He looked carefully down at Jarrett, spread out for his attention. Jarrett jerked and twisted, testing the strength of his bonds, but they were surprisingly effective. Kaidan stood at Jarrett's side, and pulled off his belt. "When did this become about what you want, slut?"
Getting slapped on the ass with someone's hand is very different from worked over with a thick, heavy leather belt. There isn't the same tinge of eroticism; the physical connection between the giver's hand and the receiver's flesh. Getting hit with a belt is a beating – a strangely cathartic experience, the pain-filled kisses of leather and skin. Time slows, and your existence is sharply reduced to the anticipation of the next blow, and endless prayers that the next blow won't land where the last one did.
Jarrett's screams ripped through the room. He twisted, writhed, tried to slide away from the merciless punishment. The blows fell on his back, his rear, his upper thighs as he moved, and the butt plug seemed to weigh a ton as his tortured muscles gripped it over and over in response to the inescapable blows. There was a pause, and Jarrett realized he was wailing uncontrollably, hot, tortured sobs of misery, pleading for forgiveness over and over. He waited and heard the soft click of the cuffs unlocking, and he began crying tears of gratitude at the respite.
Kaidan picked Jarrett up and carried him to the bedroom, careful not to touch any of the welts covering his back and thighs. He laid down on the bed, still holding Jarrett in his arms, listening to the wild, barely coherent sobbing.
Slowly, Jarrett returned to himself, and his sobs turned to soft whimpers as he clutched helplessly at Kaidan's shirt, trying to hide his face and stop the flow of tears.
"Who am I?" asked Kaidan softly, staring at the ceiling and carefully not looking at Jarrett. "Say my name."
Jarrett stirred, and looked curiously at him. "Kaidan."
"Good." Kaidan continued staring at the ceiling, gently holding Jarrett. "You called me someone else's name. I think you forgot where you were."
Jarrett stared at him in shock. "I'm sorry!" He buried his face in Kaidan's chest again, wildly ashamed that he could have ever mixed Kaidan with the memory. "You're not going to stop, are you?"
Kaidan frowned.
"Please don't stop, Kaidan, not now!" Jarrett reached up and kissed him. "Please," he begged. "You haven't finished, have you?" He reached down to take Kaidan's cock in his hand. "I excite you, don't I?" He ran his hand up and down the shaft, drawing him back to full hardness.
Kaidan kissed him hungrily. "Look at me," he commanded, and held Jarrett's eyes with his. "You will stay here, with me, from now on, understand? You will not try to hide from anything I am doing to you in your memories. You are here with me now, and you are mine. Understand?"
"Yes, Kaidan," Jarrett nodded.
"Now get my cock wet, slut," Kaidan grinned, "so I can fuck you again."
With an eager smile, Jarrett moved down and began running his tongue all over Kaidan's thickness.
Kaidan ran his hands over Jarrett's thighs, tracing out the pattern formed by the bruises and welts there. His touch made Jarrett quiver and suck harder. He moved the butt plug, making Jarrett squirm. "Off," he said quickly, and pulled away from Jarrett's tantalizing mouth. "Stay there, on your hands and knees." Kaidan knelt on the bed behind Jarrett, and deliberately rotated the plug before slowly pulling it out. There was a sloppy wet noise as the plug came out of Jarrett, and Kaidan quickly slid in his cock before any of his seed spilled out. He gripped Jarrett's hips, pulled Jarrett's body closer, sinking all the way inside, pushing past the tight rings of muscle before they could recover from the shock of having the butt plug removed. He groaned at the sensual feel of sliding into that hot, moist channel, knowing that it was his come all over the inner walls of Jarrett's body. "That is wonderful, slut. You're so hot and wet."
Jarrett cried out at the feel of Kaidan's clothing on his tortured skin. "Please, the zipper, Kaidan, please," he begged.
"Is it distracting you from the feel of my cock pounding into you, slut? We wouldn't want that, now would we," laughed Kaidan, and pushed his pants down far enough so that the metal teeth wouldn't touch Jarrett's wildly sensitive skin for the moment. "Well? Is that better?"
"Yes, Kaidan," Jarrett gasped. "Thank you, Kaidan, oh, fuck, that feels so weird," he moaned as Kaidan's cock churned the liquid inside him. He could feel the internal pressure building again, his muscles starting to bunch and gather of their own accord as Kaidan's cock slid over the slight nub inside him.
"Put your head down on your arms."
Jarrett gratefully assumed the new position, letting Kaidan sink deeper and deeper into him. "I'm going to come," Jarrett tried to say, but the words came out as a whimper, helpless and uncontrolled. "Oh, Kaidan, please," he begged, not even sure what he was asking for. What he got was redoubled pounding, faster and harder, long strokes that made him scream helplessly as another orgasm ripped through him, Kaidan's hands rough and controlling on his hips, keeping him from thrashing so wildly that he fell off Kaidan's cock. "Oh, I can't take any more, I can't hold it," Jarrett sobbed as Kaidan's come spewed into him.
Kaidan pulled away finally, and watched in fascination as his come seeped out of Jarrett. He let Jarrett sink bonelessly to the bed, and rolled him over. Jarrett's chest was covered with his own come. He gently stroked his hand over Jarrett's cock, and Jarrett shied away from the contact with a pathetic whimper. Kaidan chuckled, and lay down for a moment, then went to the bathroom to clean himself off while Jarrett lay in a post coital daze.
Kaidan walked back into the bedroom, and looked at Jarrett again. He had rolled onto his side, his head on a pillow, tracking Kaidan with his eyes the way a caged animal watches the keeper who comes bearing food. Kaidan had pulled off his shirt and zipped up his pants, and he was carrying the bottle of lube and the restraints. Kaidan frowned at the bed, and checked Jarrett's toybox again, coming up with a different style of cuffs. Jarrett watched silently, obediently raising his arms so that Kaidan could secure him to the bed.
"Let's get you cleaned up a bit." Kaidan lowered his mouth to Jarrett's chest, and began licking away the traces of his orgasm. He crawled onto the bed, between Jarrett's legs, holding him down by the hips as he squirmed around. Jarrett moaned as his back was forced down against the scratchy bedcovers, but Kaidan didn't let him go. Kaidan licked away every drop of Jarrett's come, then began licking his nipples. Jarrett closed his eyes and gasped in pleasure at the sensation, arching into Kaidan's mouth, enjoying the touch of Kaidan's bare body against his.
"Oh, you like that, don't you, slut," murmured Kaidan, and nipped at the taut nipple.
"Yes, Kaidan, yes," Jarrett gasped.
Kaidan used his tongue and teeth on both nipples, getting them hard and stiff, then he moved down between Jarrett's legs. He ignored the slowly stiffening cock as if it didn't exist, and instead pushed Jarrett's legs back, exposing his swollen center. He dragged his tongue over it, making Jarrett quiver, then poured more lube on his fingers. He worked a finger into Jarrett, making him whimper.
"Am I hurting you?"
"No, Kaidan, it's just a little sore, that's all."
"You shave," Kaidan commented. "I meant to bring it up before," he worked another finger into Jarrett, making him move wildly. "That's amazingly sexy. It's really nice."
"I'm glad you like it," Jarrett breathed softly.
Kaidan held his hand still for a moment, the two fingers moving back and forth inside Jarrett while he reached up and pulled a pillow closer. He slipped it under Jarrett's hips, so that his hand could work more easily.
"What are you doing, Kaidan?"
Kaidan poured some more lube on his fingers before answering. "What do you think I'm doing, slut?" He worked another finger into Jarrett, and for the first time that evening, felt resistance. "Are you fighting me?" He looked curiously at Jarrett. Jarrett had turned his head away, flushed and his hair half-covering his face. "Answer me."
"I don't know."
Kaidan slowly moved his fingers in and out, around the sides. "Am I hurting you?"
"No, Kaidan."
"Are you enjoying this?" Kaidan's fingers circled slowly inside Jarrett, and he moaned.
"Yes, but…."
"But what?"
"I don't want to," whimpered Jarrett.
Kaidan laughed gently, and slowly inserted another finger into Jarrett, waiting patiently for Jarrett to relax enough for him to move his hand.
"Kaidan, please," Jarrett whimpered, panting.
"Please what?" asked Kaidan with a smile, as he poured more of the slick lubricant on his hand. "You're not really going to tell me you've never done this before, are you?" He moved his fingers, rotating and thrusting gently.
Jarrett cried out. "Please, Kaidan, please!"
"Seriously?" Kaidan held his hand still for a moment, letting Jarrett breathe. "Do you really want me to stop?"
Jarrett whispered something that Kaidan could barely hear.
"Speak up, slut. You scream loud enough when there's a cock in your ass. I know you have a voice, use it."
"I want to please you, but…."
"Your problem, slut, is that you keep thinking for yourself. Stop it. You're right, you're here to please me. You're mine, remember?" Kaidan moved his hand slightly, making Jarrett whimper, but it wasn't a noise of pain. "Stop holding back. If you really want me to stop, tell me. Otherwise," he moved his hand so that he could start working his entire hand into Jarrett, "stop whining at me and start telling me how much you're enjoying this."
"Oh, shit, come on, it's too big, you can't," Jarrett panted.
Kaidan laughed again, and watched his hand slowly enter Jarrett. "Seems to be going in just fine, as far as I can tell. I can't believe those crocodile tears ever convinced someone to stop." Kaidan shook his head in mock disgust as Jarrett whimpered uncontrollably, until he was finally screaming and Kaidan's hand was entirely inside him. Kaidan listened carefully to Jarrett's breathing. "Calm down, you're going to black out." He held his hand completely still, and firmly held Jarrett's hips in place so he wouldn't hurt himself, while he listened to Jarrett's wild screams.
Jarrett kept screaming, insisting that it was too big, tried to twist away from Kaidan's grip, and inadvertently moved his body so that Kaidan's knuckles slid over the fiery little spot inside his body. Jarrett shrieked, a wild noise that ended abruptly as he passed out.
Kaidan sighed. "Uptight little slut." He closed his eyes, and carefully removed his hand from Jarrett, knowing full well that if he watched he would be tempted to go in the other direction. Kaidan walked to the bathroom, and washed off his hands. He walked back to the bed, and watched Jarrett sleep for a few minutes. Kaidan removed the cuffs, and checked Jarrett's wrists for any damage. He brushed Jarrett's hair out of his face, and settled him more comfortably with a pillow under his head.
Kaidan walked over to the bathroom, and started the shower. He pulled off his clothes, and folded them neatly on the floor. He set out some towels for later, then walked back to the bed. Jarrett was slowly waking up. Kaidan pulled off the leather gloves and carried him to the shower. He put Jarrett's arms around his neck, and let the smaller man lean against him, then began gently soaping Jarrett all over, checking for any excessive damage as he washed Jarrett clean.
Jarrett stood silently, only moving when he had to, letting Kaidan bathe him. He wondered at Kaidan's gentleness, as Kaidan even washed and conditioned his hair for him.
Kaidan stood again, and pulled Jarrett to him. "Lean on me," he commanded, and pulled down the showerhead. "Spread your legs." He checked that the water wasn't too hot, and changed the spray to a gentler pulse. "Tell me if this hurts you." He held the showerhead between Jarrett's legs, letting the water enter him.
Jarrett put his arms around Kaidan, and rested his head on the broad chest, whimpering only slightly as the warm water rinsed him clean.
Kaidan chuckled. "You know, that whimpering thing you do goes right to my head." He kissed Jarrett gently. "Are you okay?"
Jarrett nodded. "Yes, Kaidan, I'm fine. Just very tired."
"I noticed," Kaidan smiled. He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. "Stay there." He wrapped a towel around his hips, then carefully wrapped Jarrett's hair in one towel and his body in another before lifting him in his arms again. He carried Jarrett back to the bed, and pulled away the bedcovers. He set Jarrett down in the center of the bed. "Do you want me to stay with you?"
Jarrett looked up at Kaidan, his wide blue eyes hopeful. "Please," he said simply.
Kaidan got into the bed, and pulled Jarrett into his arms. He waited for Jarrett to fall asleep so he could get up and leave, but even after Jarrett had rolled away and curled up in the center of the bed, he didn't get up. He watched Jarrett a little while longer, then gave in and pulled the towel away. His eyes roamed over Jarrett's body, decorated with the scarlet and violet marks of passionate ownership. He pulled Jarrett back to him, and Jarrett fell sprawled on his back, spread out and ready for possession. The sight made his cock ache to be inside Jarrett again.
Kaidan leaned over him, kissed his lips very gently, hoping that Jarrett wasn't too tired and sore. Jarrett woke instantly, and put his arms around Kaidan, holding him close. Kaidan smiled in pleasure, and kissed him again. He gently touched Jarrett between his legs, checking to see how swollen and tender he was.
"Please, Kaidan," Jarrett whimpered, shoving himself down on Kaidan's probing finger. "I want you so bad, please."
Kaidan kissed him fiercely. "You're doing that on purpose, aren't you?" He withdrew his finger, and poured a generous amount of lube on his cock. "But you did ask for it," he murmured, and kissed Jarrett again, forcing him down to the sheets. Jarrett moved his legs out of the way, and Kaidan entered him, slowly working Jarrett on his cock until he had buried his entire length deep inside Jarrett's welcoming heat. He kissed Jarrett again, hungrily plundering his sweet mouth, drinking in Jarrett's soft cries as Kaidan slid in and out. He wrapped his arms around Jarrett, holding him close as he continued to kiss him and pump his cock into Jarrett. He was so lost in the sensation he didn't immediately notice when Jarrett pulled his arms away. "What's wrong?"
"Just finish," said Jarrett bitterly. "I don't even want to know who you're fantasizing about, just fucking finish and get off me." He turned his head away from Kaidan, and his wide blue eyes glittered with unshed tears.
"Jarrett Shepard, you are the most infuriating man I have ever met," sighed Kaidan. "Look at me." He stopped moving, but didn't pull out.
"What?" snapped Jarrett. He turned to look at Kaidan.
"Who am I?"
"Kaidan," Jarrett trembled slightly.
"What am I doing?"
"I don't know," Jarrett sniffled. A tear escaped, and fell to the pillow. "I don't know."
"I'll tell you," said Kaidan, his warm voice gentle. "I am making love to the most beautiful, dangerous, insecure, infuriating man in the galaxy, and enjoying the hell out of myself. Well, I would be, if he would let me."
Jarrett tried to hold back more tears. "But you hate me."
Kaidan stared at him, then burst out laughing. "What? I do not – Jarrett, does this feel like I hate you?" Kaidan rolled his hips.
Jarrett moaned in pleasure. "You're making me feel good, but you're just going to leave!" he wailed suddenly. "Why are you trying to make me care? You're never going to touch me again!"
"You're the one who said it was only for tonight, Jarrett. Do you want more?" asked Kaidan, his heart in his throat as he waited eagerly for the answer.
"Yes, Kaidan, please, I want to be yours." Jarrett's tears were falling fast now, but he put his arms around Kaidan again and started moving on Kaidan's cock. "Please, I know I'm a slut, but I'll be your slut, Kaidan, I'll do anything you want!"
Kaidan couldn't hold back an overjoyed smile at his words. He started pounding into Jarrett again, eager and hungry. "Yes, Jarrett, you're mine," he whispered, kissing away Jarrett's tears, "mine, no one else gets to touch you, no other cock gets to fill you up, mine!" The wild possessiveness in Kaidan's voice made Jarrett go wild on Kaidan's cock, and Kaidan found himself being gripped tighter and slamming deeper into Jarrett than he had thought possible. Jarrett screamed his submission to Kaidan as he came, and Kaidan felt his own orgasm triggered by the words.
"Yes, Kaidan, I'm yours! I belong to you!"