Taming a Personal Devil

This is for a certain Hentai that\'s trying to pretend like she doesn\'t want kink:p You know who you are.^___^

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I intentionally tripped up the stairs to Quatre\'s hotel room. It allowed me to accidentally press my palm into Quatre\'s bare back. I had enough alcohol to make my thoughts just slightly fuzzy though not impair me in anyway. I was hamming it up just a little so I could blame anything asinine I said or did on the alcohol. I was still holding Quatre\'s leash in my hand, for some reason I still hadn\'t let go. Quatre seemed to rather enjoy the leash and playing the submissive roll. I really hadn\'t thought he\'d take to the idea so readily or so happily.

He had nearly had a fit once we made it through the lobby and to the stairs. He laughed until tears streamed out of the corners of his eyes from the stares and whispers we received. We had walked across the lobby, Quatre still complete in his devil costume with me holding his leash and following behind him. Quatre would deny it to his last breath, but he really got a perverse pleasure out of shocking people. That was probably half the appeal of his Halloween costume.
I\'m sure the other half was tormenting me.

The devil\'s tail swung in my face. Yes, he was intentionally tormenting *and* enticing me. I gave the chain a little tug and he turned to glower at me. I was given a broad grin he then grabbed hold of the chain and tugged me into his room. Quatre pulled a key card from god knew
where, but I had plans to find out. He leaned his back against the door and smirked at me. I
rested my hands on either side of his head and moved to gently press my lips against his.
Only my reflexes saved me from falling onto my face as Quatre let the door swing open and we practically tumbled into the room.

\"You.\" I tried to keep my voice low and menacing, but I couldn\'t hide the warmth in it.

\"Yes?\" Quatre asked in his most innocent voice.

He even added an eyelash flutter for full effect. I rolled my eyes and he laughed. He plopped down gracelessly in a chair by the door while I glanced around the hotel room. It was the penthouse. A nearly obnoxiously large hotel room complete with dinning area, living room and a bar. Despite staying with Quatre for the past few weeks I had chosen to arrange for my own hotel. Quatre, of course, was staying at the most upscale hotel on the colony. I suppose it would have looked bad if he stayed anywhere else since he owned the building, but it wasn\'t my taste. I chose to stay at a more reasonably priced hotel not too far away.

I dropped the chain and took off my jacket. I tossed it carelessly in a corner and moved to kneel in front of Quatre. He smiled and then gave me an arrogant raise of an eyebrow.

\"I thought I was the submissive one,\" he said cheekily.

I shrugged and began to unzip his thigh high boots. Zippers can sound overwhelmingly loud in a room filled only with breathing. I slipped the boots off of him and ran my hands from his knees down to his feet. I pressed my thumb into the arch of his foot and felt his small jump. Quatre had confessed to me once that he had rather sensitive feet. I smiled as I stroked the arch of his foot with my thumb.

\"That\'s not fair,\" Quatre said and tapped the end of my nose.

I took hold of the chain again and pulled until Quatre\'s face met mine for a kiss. He slipped down from the chair to straddle my legs. Draping one arm over my shoulders, he wrapped the other around me to pull us as closely together as possible. I gave into an old desire, buried my hands into his hair and began to methodically message his scalp. He purred low in his throat, tingting under my hands like a kitten being petted. Moving away, he grabbed the front of my shirt, pulled me up and grabbed the front of my shirt. He pulled me up and dragged me over to the bedroom.

It was a large room with a huge bed. My eyes were automatically drawn to the bed and the metal headboard that was pushed up against the wall. I eyed it for a moment, an idea forming in my head. There was nothing else in the room except for a dresser and a night stand. Quatre\'s suitcase was open on the floor and still full of clothing. He stopped at the foot of the bed and grinned.

Quatre flopped back onto the bed dramatically and stretched his hands over his head. He wiggled up the bed until he could wrap his hands around the bars of the headboard. He spread his legs wide and smirked at me. His gaze was heavy lidded and one eyebrow jumped to his hairline. That was an invitation if I had ever seen one.

I crawled in-between his legs dragging my hand up the inside of his legs. He shivered as I reached his thighs. Bypassing his crotch, my hands crawled up his chest. I slipped my hands up his arms before I leaned over to kiss his wrists. I looped some of the chain around one wrist and then the other then tied what was left of the chain around one of the bars in the headboard. It would have been easy for Quatre to get out of it if he really wanted to. A part of me wanted his hands all over me, but the way Quatre looked with his arms stretched over his head and tied
to the bed like that, he was lucky he was still dressed.

I pulled back just to look at him. His hair was tousled from when I had buried my hands into it. His eyes sparkled with an intensity I loved having directed at me. His lips were still darkened and swollen from the kiss. The collar gave me a nearly crippling rush of desire as my eyes traced the path of the leash where it held Quatre\'s wrists to the headboard. The costume\'s sleeves were still attached to the body suit. And there was no way I could take the body suit off without taking the chain off of his wrists. I frowned at that.

\"We\'re over dressed.\" Quatre informed me, his legs wrapping around my wais

\"My clothes are easy to get rid of, yours on the other hand...\" I trailed off.

\"I can afford to replace them if you want me to.\" He licked his lips at me and grinned. \"I could buy an entire wardrobe\'s worth of them if you really want.\"

I fumbled in my pants pocket. Quatre let his legs drop back down to the bed so that I could maneuver better. I pulled out my butterfly knife. I had given up carrying a gun after the war but I didn\'t feel comfortable wandering around completely unarmed. The knife went with me everywhere. A flick of my wrist and the blade flipped up. I slipped the little piece of metal in place to hold the two halves of the handle together. Burying my free hand in his hair, I leaned down to kiss him roughly. I pressed his mouth open with my own until he whimpered in the back of his throat, only then did I pull back. I licked at the corners of his mouth and then kissed the edge of his jaw apologetically.

I pulled away and unclipped the sleeves from the body suit. It took a little more fumbling around the collar to get the clasp at the back of his neck undone. With Quatre as unclipped as he could be, I started to cut. I sliced the part covering his shoulders first, then started at his arm pit and cut all the way down to his hip. The muscles along Quatre\'s side contracted as the blade whispered next to his skin. My lips pressed soft kisses along the skin exposed and I listened to Quatre\'s breathing change. He swallowed thickly as I suckled the skin at his hip. The sound of it made me sink my teeth into him. I finished cutting the leather and started to pull it down his body. It was an interesting little adventure, but in-between my persistent tugging and Quatre\'s wiggling, we got the clinging material off.

\"Trowa,\" Quatre said softly.

I had been staring. It was hard not to. He was stretched out on the bed in nothing but the sleeves of the body suit. I couldn\'t count the number of times I had pictured him naked. The reality of it was astounding. I ran my palms over all of his skin from the tips of his toes to the soft skin of his back. The full sensual smile he gave me for the action made my throat dry. Suddenly I felt a strange need to tease him. I slid of the bed and smiled at him. His eyes narrowed at me suspiciously.

\"Where are you going, Trowa?\"

\"Not far. I\'ll be right back.\" I said and his eyebrow jumped to his hairline.

He snorted and looked at the wall to pout. I smiled down at him on the bed. He was willing to play along so I snatched up the key card and grabbed the ice bucket. I filled the bucket at the ice station by the elevator and walked slowly back to the room. I could only imagine what Quatre would do to get back at me for leaving him naked and chained to the bed. I shivered at the ideas that ran through my mind as I slipped back into the bedroom. Nothing had changed - he looked even more enticing than before.

\"Ice?\" He asked. I heard the little catch in his voice as I picked out an ice cube and slipped it into
my mouth.

\"Ice,\" I said around the cube I held between my teeth.

I put the bucket down on the bed and stretched myself out between his legs once again. I used the ice cube in my mouth to trace patterns on his chest and stomach. Teasing his belly button got the best squirming while teasing his nipples got mind numbing moans. He was jerking hard enough on the chain to make me wonder if he\'s might break it. I toyed with him until the ice cube was completely gone, then I kissed him. His mouth was so warm I wanted to fall into it.

\"Your lips are cold,\" Quatre murmured as I pulled away.

His voice was husky and he licked his lips in a way that seemed almost contemplative. I slipped another piece of ice into my mouth and kissed him again. I pulled away and let him crunch the ice cube to his heart\'s content. Quatre was one of the few people I knew that liked to eat ice cubes. I found it strange but he would eat an entire glass worth of ice cubes. I had reached the conclusion that it was some sort of stress relief.

I grabbed another ice cube to torment him with. I let it melt between my fingers as the cold water dripped down the lines in his stomach. He squirmed and his breath caught in his throat. I leaned forward and drank the water mixed with sweat off his skin, tracing a path over him with my tongue. I took my wet finger tips and reached down for his foot. before slippingmy fingers between his toes. The small digits clenched and he jerked on the chain and glared at me.

\"Take your clothes off.\" It was not a request.

\"I thought you were the submissive one,\" I said, teasing him with his own words.

\"Oh I am.\" Quatre purred then paused to think for a moment. \"As long as you\'re naked.\"

\"How can I argue with that complete lack of logic?\"

\"You can\'t.\"

Quatre sent a foot questing up my thigh to tease me. I certainly didn\'t need him to spurn me on but I wouldn\'t argue with the caress either. I started to pull my shirt over my head when Quatre switched feet and sent the other, slightly damp foot, questing up my bare chest. He pinched my flesh with his toes. I groaned out loud and caught his ankle, stilling it against my chest. I finished pulling my shirt off and tossed it into the corner of the room. I took his foot and moved so I could place a kiss on his instep. His aut automatically curled up tight and he tried to tug his foot free from my hold.

\"Trowa.\" The free foot booted my hip and nudged at me.

\"The pants?\" Quatre sounded exasperated.

\"I never would have thought you\'d be so impatient.\" I mumble as I began fumbling with my pants.

\"I think I\'ve waited long enough.\"

With all we had done I couldn\'t understand why I was suddenly so nervous but I was. My hands shook slightly as I took in the fact that he was spread out on the bed naked, looking at me like he wanted to devour me whole. It was all I could want and my hands were shaking. I got up to struggle out of my jeans, then returned to the bed. I stretched out on top of him slowly savoring the first time as long as I could. I slipped my hands underneath his back making him arch up into my chest. I pressed our bodies together, the action let our erections brush and I couldn\'t help but pant against his lips. I crushed his lips roughly beneath mine again.

I ground into him and growled low in my throat. Everything about him felt perfect. He wrapped his legs around me and held me as close as he could with them. I rocked my hips against his, peppering kisses on his face while trying to keep quiet so I could hear everyone of his moans.

\"There\'s some in the night stand.\" Quatre breathed and then groaned as I gave a particularly aggressive jerk of my hips.

I raised my eyebrow at him and he shrugged as well as the chain would allow. I moved, deliberately brushing against him as much as possible. I retrieved the lube from the night stand and smirked.

\"Unflavoured? Where\'s the fun in that?\" I murmured.

Quatre shook his head as I resettled between his legs. I slithered down so I could better see what I was doing. I placed his legs over my shoulders and began lubing up my fingers. I teased the orifice and then slipped one finger in. Quatre tried squirming away from the uncomfortable intrusion, a lick along his length had him distracted. He panted and I wiggled the finger a little before slipping it in and out rhythmically. He still squirmed a little.

\"How is it?\" I asked. I had hoped he\'d adjust faster. My body was getting rather......... impatient.

\"It feels......... odd.\" Quatre replied and squirmed some more but pressed down on the finger rather the moving away from it.

\"Let\'s try another.\" I breathed.

My body was starting to take control of my better sense. I was having problems focusing on what I should be doing rather than what I /wanted/ to do. I slipped in another finger, letting Quatre adjust to the intrusion, before I began moving the digits. Quatre was letting out soft low sounds that were driving into my brain. I rested my forehead against his hip and snaked a hand down to touch myself. I was so wound up that I was beginning to think it wasn\'t such a good idea for us to do this. I didn\'t want to lose control. I didn\'t want this to go all wrong. I had added a third finger without consciously thinking about it.

\"Trowa.....\" Quatre moaned and pressed down on my fingers. \"You can..... I\'m ready.\"

I pulled my fingers out and hurriedly slathered lube on myself. I put one of his legs over my shoulder and pressed my forehead against his. I entered him as slowly as I could manage. It felt like an exquisite eternity until I was all the way in but how rigid Quatre was in my arms made me wonder if I had actually just slammed into him hard and fast. I had my arms buried under his back to hold him as close to me as possible. His finger nails were digging into my shoulders and he was biting his bottom lip. His eyes were pinched shut and he was perfectly still. He was barely even breathing.

\"Are you all right?\" I barely recognized my own shaking rasp.

\"I\'ll be fine. I was expecting it to be a little painful. I just need a little time to adjust.\" He
answered me and opened his eyes. I gave him a questioning glance and waited for him to explain how he learned \"what to expect\".

\"I am-was a virgin, I\'m not illiterate or completely incapable of getting that type of information.\" Quatre said pointedly. I smiled at him and nuzzled the side of his face.

\"Quatre, were you reading porn on the Internet?\"

\"Maybe.\" He sounded just a touch smug. \"Although I\'d rather star in my own.\"

\"Quatre--\" He cut me off with a grin.

\"It\'s OK. I\'ve been impaled on worse things.\" I groaned and buried my face into his neck. His sense of humor was so twisted some days I could barely comprehend it.

I began to stroke his semi-erection and I delighted in the immediate moans of approval I got. I waited with a control I didn\'t think could exist in the entire universe. I waited until Quatre\'s hips were jerking against me and then I began to move. At first I was controlled and pistoning my hips so that he arched up into every thrust, begging for more. I picked a rhythm that would drive us both insane and angled myself so he\'d practically scream every times I pressed into him. As he came I was slamming my hips into him as fast and as hard as I could, no thought to rhythm or the right angle. Hot fluid shot over my chest and he tightened so much around me that I nearly blacked out. He breathed his love for me in my ear and I roughly covered his lips with my own, a whining noise escaping my throat as I came.

I collapsed on top of him. My breathing was ragged and I couldn\'t seem to fill my lungs. He was gently petting my back and breathing heavily into the hair near my temple. Occasionally one of us would shiver and then the other would kiss them gently waiting for the tremor of desire to pass. I tried to disengage myself from his as gently as I could but I still felt him wince. I rolled off of him and onto my back, ariedried pulling him with me. The chain held him. A few twists of his wrists and he was free. It was a good thing he managed that all on his own. I don\'t think I
would have been any help. I had lost all of my fine motor co-ordination. I fumbled with his hands but managed to pull a wrist up to my face and kiss it gently. There were dents left in the skin by linklinks in the chain. I tried soothing them away with my tongue. Quatre pulled the hand away. He pressed himself against my side and then squirmed a little.

\"We\'re all sticky,\" he muttered and pulled away from me.

He got up to go to the bathroom, walking like he was a zombie out of a bad horror movie. He reappeared, a cloth in his hand, still walking oddly. I frowned at that little nibble of guilt eating at the back of my mind. He had already cleaned himsep anp and sat on the bed to start washing me. I felt myself falling asleep as he cleaned me off. He kissed me gently on the forehead and lay down next to me. He shivered slightly, then pulled up the covers. Quatre curled against my side, resting his head on my shoulder and began to gently pet my stomach. His hand strayed underneath the sheet and he started toying with me.

\"Quatre, I\'m not up for a round two.\" I grouched. I was still a little bothered by the fact he was walking like Frankenstein and had rather angry looking marks on his wrists. They would most likely be bruises tommorrow.

\"I beg to differ.\" Quatre replied then smothered his laugh into my shoulder.

\"Puns are lowbrow and annoying.\" I muttered.

\"But still a lot of fun,\" Quatre countered and kissed my chin. \"Good night, Trowa.\"

His hand drifted back up to my chest and it stayed there as he settled himself more comfortably along my side.

\"Good night, Lucifer.\" I muttered. Quatre snorted but didn\'t argue.

~~~End~~~