Silver Strands

Silver Strands

Gilver x Tony


-Tony's perspective-

Being taken captive in a strange dark mansion was one thing but being chained to the headboard of a bed was another. God knows how long ago, I accepted a job from Enzo about demons that were infesting an old abandoned mansion that was apparently killing off innocent people all throughout the town. OK, so for once I thought a job from him would actually pay but I guess I was... sliiiightly wrong on the circumstances of this event. Someone decided it would be funny to kicked open a door that I past by while searching for the bastards and, whoever it was, knocked me out cold in one hit.

Now look at me. Half naked in a master bedroom, clothes no where to be seen and chained to the headboard. Shit, my life just can't get any better can it? I blame Enzo... AGAIN! -sigh- The only thing about all this is that I'd normally snap the chains, say fuck it to my clothes and just bolt until I have better information on where those sneaky demons were hiding. Unfortunately, my sword and my guns are missing and everyone knows I'm not leaving without them.

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock. “When the fuck are these demons going to get in here and let me kick their asses?” I tug at the chains, my impatience itching me the wrong way.

That's when the door opened, and a slender man in a dark green suit walked in, completely covered in bandages with my sword on his back, a strange katana tied to his waist and my guns gripped in his hands. -Who the hell is this showoff?- He walks to the base of the bed and stares at me with those crimson red eyes. His eyes were the only thing I could read and they screamed of blood lust.

“Are you the bastard that's been killing people around these parts?” I said with a smirk, hoping he didn't notice how uncomfortable I was.
“Are you... Tony?” I feel like he knows me, but he still asked that question... why?
“Yes, and if you don't untie me and let me do my job I'll have to kick your ass too,” I said in a cocky tone.

I don't know what the fuck I did, but, before I could react to it, the guy had dropped all his weapons and leaped on top of me. Then he put his face really close to mine. -Those eyes changed... desire? What the fuck is up with this guy!?- He took out a small switchblade and put it to my throat. Then slid the dull side down my chest turning it at one point to cut into my skin. He laughed when I flinched, bending down to suck at the wound and that's when my head began to spin. -Fuck! Why does that feel so good!!!?? no... NO! Must focus!- He flipped the knife around and pointed it at the crook between my collarbone and shoulder.

“Mmm... If you want out. You'll have to listen and obey me. Once I'm satisfied, I'll... maybe... let you go.”
“Heh. What if I refuse smart ass?”

He rammed the blade into me, blood pouring out onto the crimson sheets, more so as he twisted the blade to hear me shout over and over again at the top of my lung in pain. This guy was good. Too good. There's no way in hell I could refuse, being that he's straddling my waste and my hands are tied so good I can't fight back. Noticing me shift under his weight, the man twisted his body and pinned my legs down. -Can't...move...-

“You...obey...me. Got it?” He whispered in my ear.
I hated the idea but there was obviously no other way out. “Fine... do what you want,” I said behind clenched teeth.

A swift tug at my pants and I was laying there stark naked underneath him. There was no way to hide my slight erection from the guy but, who knows, maybe I might actually enjoy this. He grabbed onto my erection and started pumping me and, before I could ask him something, he drowned me in the most amazing french kiss I'd ever have. I moaned into his mouth and it made him go faster; jerking me almost to the edge. When I started to shake... he stopped and slipped from me.

“Fucking tease...” I blurted out with my eyes closed. He laughed at me and when I went to open my eyes, he put a blindfold over them. “Who the fuck are you anyway? At least give me your name.”
He stayed silent for a while. “Gilver.”
“Gilver, eh? Well, I want to get my ass out of here and start killing those demons; unless of course you're the demon.”
“No, but in the mean time I think you should let me have your ass for a while.”

All I heard was rustling, most likely he was taking off his clothes, then he stretched my legs out and slid his rough hands over my abs and chest. God DAMN did it feel good. Those hands were the work of a master. Nipping and tugging, licking and kissing, Gilver did it all over me and all I could do was lay their writhing and moaning under his touch. Then he rammed into me with so much force I thought my body had shattered into a million pieces. Pain shot up my spine and I arched into him.

“G-GILVER!!!!”

He continued at a faster pace than I thought I could handle but with every slam into my body I quivered and moaned like a little whore. I never believed I'd succumb to someone so quickly and willingly like this. My body wanted it more than anything and because of that, I forgot about my mission entirely; only focusing on his engorged cock in my ass and the shivers of ecstasy that was flowing through me. I managed to get a grip on his hair and I tugged so hard that a few strands fell into my hands but no matter. Eventually it became too much for me to handle and I came all over the both of us with a scream that could wake up the dead.

After the both of us calmed down, Gilver slipped himself from me and got up off the bed. I shivered from the unexpected cold and a strange feeling of being used flushed itself through me. I shifted in bed and whined thinking it would get his attention so he would lay on top of me again but all I got was silence. Dead silence... -I sense him but where his he? He couldn't have left. The door never opened or shut.- I felt eyes on me but never understood why or what was happening.

“g-gilver?” I asked softly quivering.

“tony...” He whispered so low I could barely hear. -Did he just say my name?-

More rustling was heard as Gilver cleaned up and put his clothes back on. The weight on my wrists were lifted as he unlocked the chains from my wrists but as much as I wanted to get up or pull the blindfold off my body just wouldn't move. -Gilver...- Then the door was opened and he left. Just like that he left without another word as if what happened meant nothing. Deep down I felt lonely and used, when I finally pulled off the blindfold a single tear fell. I quickly whipped it away.

“Who cares... he means nothing.”

Although I said it, my mind wouldn't let it go. That moment we had together was stronger than any I've ever had. I looked down at my hand to the hair that I ripped from him in the middle of ecstasy. They were silver...just like mine... but who was he really? Maybe one day I'll find out and get the chance to tell him how I really feel. How much I want to feel him again and be with him... even for just one more time.