Anvâr (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} anvar) wrote,@ 2005-10-10 22:12:00 |
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Nine Hours of Sweet Torture
temve wrote a super hot Bruce/Ducard fic A Long Way to the Top and then challenged us commentators to write the sequel. I couldn't resist and started the first half hour immediately. Reposted here for my own reference.
Warnings: It's Bruce/Ducard slash, people, and I guess all the parts together range from R to NC-17.
Nine Hours of Sweet Torture - Part I
As Ducard had promised Bruce felt like dead weight half-laying on the older man's shoulder as they made their way slowly back to the monastery. The relative warmth of the building was like a balm and only the agony that shot through his legs with every step kept him from passing out. He didn't remember the last meters, realized only when a heavy, hard, warm body pressed him into the blankets that they had reached Ducard's quarters.
The weight lifted and Bruce groaned in pain as his boots and socks got tugged off his frozen feeling feet. He soon let a relieved moan follow when big hands started to massage warmth and feeling into them. That felt so good. Especially when those hands worked up their way slowly up his calves and finally his thighs. Far too exhausted to move Bruce closed the eyes and enjoyed the sensations. What a way to sink into sleep.
Then a tug at his waistband and a gloved hand enclosed his still hard cock. A hard squeeze and his eyes flew open.
He blinked into the self-satisfied, smirking face of his teacher. Surely not. Even if he had conceded the contest voluntary and was obviously in better shape Ducard must be tired too. Surely even he wasn't able to go on.
"Can you fend me off, Bruce?"
No, he couldn't. The welcoming soft blankets drained his tired body of his remaining strength as effectively as the cold had done. He couldn't do more than twitch as Ducard gathered both his wrists in one hand and proceeded to wrap pale rope around them with the other. Then he leaned forward and kissed Bruce with surprising hunger while his hands sneaked around Bruce's waist taking the rope with them. Bruce was already caught.
Instinctively he strained against his captor. It made his freed cock rub against rough cloth stirring it further. He tried to reason with Ducard. "Sleep. Please, Henri." he croaked out. He felt Ducard smiling against his skin.
"You may try." And a too hot tongue traced fire over his throat.
May I pass the baton? There are still 17 parts to be written.
Edit: Several people met the challenge.
Nine Hours of Sweet Torture - Part 2 by walksbyherself
Nine Hours of Sweet Torture - Part 3 by phurie_dae
Nine Hours of Sweet Torture - Part 4 by meletor_et_al
Nine Hours of Sweet Torture - Part 5 by shrieking_ell
Nine Hours of Sweet Torture - Part 6 by imadra_blue
Nine Hours of Sweet Torture - Part 7 by lady_elina
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