Christmas Conundrum

Happy New Year!

Note: This chapter contains bondage on top of the other listed warnings.

A/N: Well here it is, the long awaited fic, requested by M. This story was delayed by everything you could imagine: tests, snowstorms, soccer tournaments, and power outages. In fact, a good deal of this story was written in candlelight, so you better enjoy it! ;D

Also, this could probably have been a stand alone story, but I decided to just put it here for simplicity.

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“Goodnight! Happy New Year!” said Kira. He and Athrun were just leaving their friend’s New Year’s party. Both had consumed far too much alcohol, and were in no condition to drive. It was an unusually warm night and they decided they would stumble home, instead of phoning for a cab. Their place was not that far away anyways.

They held each other while they walked, partly in affection, but mostly for support. “I think you had too much to drink,” slurred Athrun, “you’re all over the place!”

“That’s because I’m trying to keep you from falling on your ass,” replied Kira. Of the two, he was by far the most sober, and was indeed practically carrying Athrun down the street.

“That was a good party!” yelled Athrun.

“Quite!” said Kira, felling sorry for the neighbours, “we’ll see how much of it you remember tomorrow…”

They finally arrived home, stumbling through the front door. Kira immediately went to the kitchen to drink a few glasses of water, and encouraged Athrun to do the same. He could hear his friend bumping into walls as he returned from the bathroom. Kira went for another glass for water, hoping to avoid the typical after-effects of drinking excessively.

Approaching from behind, Athrun hugged his friend. “Happy New Year,” he whispered into the older boy’s ear, followed by a chaste peck on the cheek.

“Happy New Year,” repeated Kira, turning to his lover and kissing him. They were soon groping shamelessly while locked in an intense kiss. Kira had his emerald-eyed beauty pinned against the fridge, and was taking every advantage of his drunken state. While being fondled between the legs, Athrun set to work undoing Kira’s complex shirt. After much excessive struggle, he managed to remove the “stupid thing”.

Kira began to take Athrun’s belt off, but his hands were batted away. ‘He usually likes being stripped,’ thought Kira, briefly, before forgetting about it all together. Athrun began taking off the belt, and allowed Kira free and unrestricted access to his mouth. The older boy reacted immediately, falling right into Athrun’s trap. He did not even notice when Athrun removed the belt, and looped it beside them. Kira’s eyes were shut, completely focussed on the passionate kiss which he was dominating. He was oblivious of everything around him, and his head was lightly spinning. He was jerked back to reality as he found his arms bound to his sides. He looked down to see a belt wrapped around him, just above the elbows. It was tightened and latched with the buckle behind him; hopelessly out of reach.

“Athrun,” questioned Kira, “wha… what are you doing?” His immediate reaction was to struggle against his bonds.

“Something special…” replied Athrun. Kira had a sudden rush of déjà vu, and tried to wriggle the belt over his shoulders. It was, indeed, hopeless; he was caught. Athrun pulled Kira into a deep kiss, asserting unexpected dominance. Athrun reversed their positions, and Kira found himself pushed against the refrigerator. He could feel his own belt being pulled off slowly, and could do nothing but watch his wrists be bound with his own belt. He was now completely at the mercy of his drunken lover.

The thought frightened and excited him deeply. However, he did not plan to let Athrun have his way with him that easily. Butterfly kisses were being delivered to his face and neck when he decided to act. He was going to lure Athrun to the ground, then run to the bathroom and lock himself inside, buying time to try to free himself of the belts. However, his lure turned into more of shove, and he ran as quickly as he could while laughing. Athrun’s reflexes were more acute than he expected, though, and he was once again trapped in his lover’s arms.

“Bad Kira,” said Athrun, still slurring his words slightly, “do I have to tie you down completely?” Kira paused, unsure how he wanted to answer. He knew what his body wanted to say at the moment…

Athrun just grinned an evil grin, and lowered the brunette to the ground. Undoing Kira’s pants, Athrun began pulling off the last of the boy’s clothing. The blue-haired boy was kneeling between Kira’s parted legs, preventing them from closing. Kira could not move his arms, and if he tried to sit up (which he did several times), a gentle push would put him back on the floor. He had no choice but to resign himself to Athrun’s torture.

The younger boy, however, was in no hurry. This was the first opportunity he had ever had to be fully dominant over his lover. He began by slowly rubbing Kira’s groin, bringing him to full erection. Athrun planned to tease him the way he had been teased, if not worse. It was a beautiful sort of torture; one he hoped Kira would enjoy as much as he had.

He began nibbling on the nape of Kira’s neck, while tracing one of the boy’s pert nipples with his thumb. Kira tried to stifle a moan; he did not want Athrun to know how much he wanted him right now. Little red marks sprung up as he continued to suck and bite on his lover’s neck. By this time, his hand had wandered to the other side, repeating the treatment. In spite of being drunk, Athrun fully intended to be thorough.

Working his way down, pausing only briefly to nip at the other boy’s collar bone, Athrun soon came across a hardened nipple. He sucked on it sensuously. Meanwhile, he was massaging Kira between the legs. It was enough to stimulate, but to slow to satisfy, resulting in a quite frustrated Kira. However, the older boy refused to beg; Athrun was going to have to work for this.

Kira was staring into space. Focussed on controlling himself, when Athrun began licking his engorged cock; his hand never stopped working. He was caught off guard, and failed to suppress a needy moan. Athrun looked up, grinning. Clearly, he was on to Kira’s game, and was determined to win. He blinked at Kira innocently before continuing. His tongue swirled about the glans, stopping only to play with the slit at the top. Athrun know this sort of stimulation was too much for Kira; he was far too sensitive for this treatment. Regardless, he continued, allowing his hand to rub anything he could not fit in his mouth. The older boy was absolutely thrashing now, overwhelmed by sensations. He was throwing his head from side to side, his legs were twitching, and he was struggling to stop himself from bucking his hips.

“Please, Athrun,” begged Kira, “I need to cum now.” Athrun smiled; he had won. He released his lover’s cock from his mouth, causing Kira to release a frustrated groan. Kira was blushing, embarrassed by being forced to beg when he was determined not to. Athrun began blowing on Kira’s saliva-slick cock, enjoying the way it twitched. Soft sounds were escaping his lover, and his breathing had become very erratic. Athrun found the sounds strangely endearing, and decided Kira had had enough. While massaging Kira’s balls, Athrun once again began sucking on the tormented cock. However, this time there was no teasing, only purposeful sucking. Kira came within moments, bucking his hips into Athrun’s face as blinding pleasure washed over him.

He felt Athrun crawl beside him, and pull him into an embrace, kissing him repeatedly. They lied in silence, Athrun holding Kira protectively.

“Athrun, can you untie me now?” asked Kira finally, breaking the silence. Thinking back, he really did not mind the experience, but was, of course, already plotting his revenge.

“No,” responded Athrun simply. Kira was quite surprised, expecting to be immediately untied. “I have other things planned… We’re going to have lots of fun tonight.”

The brunette was secretly excited by the possibilities, and could already feel his body reacting to Athrun’s last comment. He found himself hoisted into the air, and was being carried towards Athrun’s bedroom.

He was lovingly place on the younger boy’s bed before being left alone. Athrun left, assumedly, to retrieve whatever it was they were going to have fun with. This would have been the perfect opportunity for Kira to free himself, but instead he waited, patiently, to see what other pleasures Athrun was going to give him. When Athrun returned, he undid the belt pinning his arms to his sides, and used it to secure Kira’s bound hands to the headboard. Once secure, Athrun kissed the older boy briefly before moving on.

Kira’s legs were once again forced apart. He soon realized what Athrun had retrieved: two straps. They looked familiar, and it dawned on Kira that they were his, and had come off his clothing. The straps were used to fasten the violet eyed boy’s legs to the footboard of the bed. He was more helpless now than ever.

Athrun moved beside the bed and looked at his handiwork. Satisfied, he slowly began the strip, occupying Kira’s full attention. He undressed slowly, aware Kira was staring. ‘If he wants a show, I’ll give him one…’ thought Athrun. Below him, his friend had begun to squirm, and he was already becoming hard. Deciding to help the older boy, Athrun stroked him to full erection.

Kira groaned in frustration when Athrun withdrew his hand. He paid no attention to the noise as he crossed his room and started rummaging through his closet. While Athrun was occupied, Kira decided to test the knots holding him firmly in place. They were good, and Kira only managed to make them tighter.

They younger boy watched this in amusement as he walked back to the bed. He stopped and grabbed a tube of lubricant from the nightstand before proceeding to the foot of the bed. The sight was really quite beautiful. His lover’s body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and his breathing was shallow in anticipation. Each elegant leg was tied down, leading to Kira’s groin. It took all Athrun’s willpower to not take him right then… doing that would ruin his plans.

Kira was once again starting into space, completely oblivious to what Athrun was doing. He felt no need to pay attention. He trusted his friend more than anyone, and even if he didn’t there was nothing he could do. There was something oddly peaceful about being completely helpless.

At the foot of the bed, Athrun was applying lubricant to the present Kira had given him for Christmas. He pressed the small object against Kira’s entrance, causing the boy to come flying back to reality. The violet-eyed boy was still not fully aware of what was happening until Athrun began to slowly push in the object. The immediate sensation Kira experienced was discomfort. Once the pink toy was fully inside, Athrun held it still to allow Kira to adjust. The boy’s breathing was sharp, and he was squirming once again.

After a couple moments passed, Athrun began thrusting once more. His pace was torturously slow; he could not hurt Kira while he was in such a vulnerable state. He continued, very gradually increasing his pace.

“Ungh,” groaned Kira, “faster!” Athrun complied by increasing his pace slightly. “Faster!” demanded Kira.

Athrun forcefully thrust the firm rubber object into his lover’s body. The sensation caused Kira’s back to arch as the toy brushed over an extremely pleasurable spot. Seeing the reaction this caused, Athrun repeated the motion several times. By now, Kira was absolutely writhing in pleasure. His vision was blurry, and he was aware of very little except the toy deep inside him. He could not help but to let out a needy groan as he felt the object leave him, causing him to feel empty. Looking up for an explanation, he saw Athrun untying his legs.

Crawling onto the bed, Athrun lifted Kira’s newly freed legs over his shoulders. He kissed the boy ardently, and was reassured when Kira reciprocated the gesture.

They parted momentarily for breath. “Please, Athrun…” begged Kira shamelessly, “I need you…”

Athrun complied immediately, penetrating his lover deeply. Kira moaned loudly, his hands straining against his bindings. Athrun continued thrusting harder and deeper every time. He had been aching with need since he was against the fridge, waiting for this perfect moment.

Kira was rocking his hips to compliment his lover’s thrusts, trying to impale himself deeper with each one. Noticing Kira’s unattended cock, Athrun began stroking it in unison with his own hips. Kira was seeing spots already, as his prostate was repeatedly rammed. He could feel his stomach winding, and knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

“Athrun, I’m gonna…” warned Kira before climaxing, coating both their stomachs and Athrun’s hand with cum. Pushing Athrun over the edge, he thrust one final time before coming deep inside his lover, filling him with his warm seed.

He withdrew himself form his lover and looked upon him. He was more beautiful than ever, and Athrun felt an uncontrollable urge just to hold the boy. He hugged him, and was reassured by the warmth they shared.

“Kira?” spoke Athrun. There was no response. Athrun looked, only to find he had already fallen asleep; his arms were still bound to the headboard.


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A/N: These two stories were sort of experiment stories for me. They didn’t seem to go over that well, so I don’t know if I’ll do any more like these. For those who are curious about “Witness”: as you can tell by the length of time it took me to get this story up, I am very busy. Therefore, I probably will not be able to update either of my stories until near the end of January. I apologize for this, but it is necessary.

I would also like to thank all my reviewers; your support has been a great inspiration. To everyone else, please R&R! Reviews are important to authors, and you may not realize how much effort goes into each story. It lets us know we are appreciated, and helps encourage us to continue writing.