WARNING: This story is adult themed. If you have a problem with BDSM in any form, don't read it. Any BDSM themed story I write will follow the precepts of Safe Sane and Consensual. That's the only way I know how to play. If you have any problem with malexmale then don't read it. I will not be responsible for the narrowed minded who cannot follow directions.
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I'm taking a ridepart 2 Duo's mind was reeling at the possibilities. His mouth opened, then closed and opened again. "You want what?" Duo knew he had to be absolutely sure about what Heero was asking for, after all he could have it wrong and Heero could be saying he wanted the same leather pants or something. This was far too important to be mistaken about intent or desire. All the while a tiny voice screamed in his head "Hewantsyoooouuuu". That tiny voice of wish fulfillment had led him astray before so he shoved it back to concentrate on what was being said. Which was not much. "Heero, explain yourself." Heero looked at Duo with burning eyes. "Duo... I... I see something there... and ... ah hell... just do it Duo" "Just do what Heero? Buy you some leather pants? Get the next issue of the magazine? It doesn't work that way, you have to tell me exactly what you want. For all I know you could want to go somewhere and take pictures like this.." Duo bent and retrieved the magazine, turning it face front toward Heero. "Show me what you want here." Heero swallowed hard, he didn't have enough information, didn't have the terminology to state clearly what he wanted so he pointed again to the naked man. "You want a date with this guy? Is that it?" Duo was hard pressed not to laugh at the expression on Heero's face. "No no no... NO" Heero's face was a study in frustration, Duo finally took pity on him . "All right Heero, here is BDSM 101, the short form. See the blurry guy in leather? He's the Dominant or Top. See the naked happy guy? He's the submissive or bottom. Top = spanker, bottom = spankee. There's a hell of a lot more to it than that but the most important thing is that the two are clear on what's allowed and what isn't. Especially when scening together for the first time. There are limits to be determined, both hard and soft. Safewords need to be decided. However, none of this happens without consent. The Top must have the clear consent of the bottom or nothing happens. Once play begins the Top is responsible for the direction of the action, and good Tops take this very seriously. Do you understand Heero?" Heero's head was spinning with information and possibilities. "I think so." "Ok Heero, then which is it? Do you want to be Top or bottom?" A part of Duo's mind was flabbergasted that he was asking Heero Yuy if he wanted a spanking. He almost laughed again. Heero struggled briefly with himself, unused as he was to asking for things not involving duty or war craft. Asking for something he wanted just for him. He glanced back and forth between the picture and Duo's firm but patient face. Then he realized, he could trust Duo, that Duo was asking these questions for Heero's sake and not his own. He took a deep breath and looked Duo square in the eye. "I want to be bottom Duo, will you be Top?" Duo's internal cheering section let out a roar of approval. He smiled at Heero. "Yes Heero, I'll be Top. Now here's what else I need to know.... " Thus began two hours of discussion and negotiation, it was difficult for Heero since he was unsure of much of what was being discussed, but Duo obviously understood so he agreed and offered limited input. Duo asked one more time if he was sure and then dropped that be naked and on his knees bomb and left the room. Heero stood there frozen for a time and then looked at the clock. It was only five. What the hell was he going to do for three hours? He noticed again the mess that hurricane Shinigami created and set to cleaning. Duo closed the door behind him and leaned against it. He was beginning to hyperventilate so he slid down the door to crouch on the floor. He was stunned. There was no other word for it. He had just negotiated a scene with Heero. "Holy shit!!!" He leaped up from the floor and went screaming down the hallway looking for Trowa. He skidded to a stop outside the rooms that Trowa and Quatre shared and began banging on the door. "Trowaaaaaaaa!! Ireallyneedtotalktoyooouuu!!! Trowaaaaaa!!!" Inside their room Trowa and Quatre were enmeshed in sweaty afterglow. Wound around each other in a tangle of limbs and sheets. One green eye popped open at the insistent racket at the door. Partly annoyed and partly amused he called out. "Come in Duo." The door banged against the wall to reveal a red faced Duo who was breathing like he'd just run a marathon. Quatre looked up with bleary eyes, caught sight of Duo and began to laugh. "Good lord Duo, what's happened now?" "Heero... he... we... we're gonna... ah geeezus... " Duo was babbling. Duo knew he was babbling but couldn't seem to help himself. "Trowa I neeed my leather pants back!!" Trowa and Quatre sat up at once, their attention riveted by the words Heero and leather pants in roughly the same sentence. "What's going on Duo?" Duo stumbled over to the bed and collapsed on the other two young men. Quatre began to stroke his hair and spoke soothingly. "Now then Duo, tell us all about it." Duo began to explain, about the magazine, the negotiations and what was planned for later that evening. Quatre and Trowa looked at each other with raised brows. "Are you sure Duo? Heero wants to be bottom in a scene?" "Yes I'm sure, we discussed it and everything." The two lovers looked at each other again, Trowa finally asked the inevitable question. "But Duo, has Heero ever been, ummm... has he ever even had sex with anyone? Let alone scene sex?" Duo flopped back on the bed. "I don't know guys." "But Duo, that's kind of important to know don't you think?" Duo looked askance at his two friends. "Well of *course* it's important but one does not exactly walk up to Mr. Heero Yuy and ask him if he's done any mattress dancing lately." The three of them looked at each other and began to laugh hysterically. For once Duo was the first to recover. "Damn, you guys... what am I gonna do now?" Quatre unwound himself from Trowa's lean body and stood by the bed. "Well Duo, you showed us what to do. Surely you can show Heero too. I mean how hard can it be?" They all laughed again. Some time later, Duo was primped and prepared and standing outside the door to his room. It was 19:58. He took a deep breath and reached for the door knob. His inner voices chorusing. "Don'tfuckthisup don'tfuckthisup... what if he doesn't like it? what if he hates me? oh god... what if he doesn't want to do it again..." The knob turned in his hand almost against his will and the door swung open... | |
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