RockStarPeach

Just a little something to celebrate the mini nekid guest Lindsey, and the kinky prompt of Wet Dreams this month, over at nekid_spike.  Also, it's been much, much too long since I've written him, and let's all hear it for the return of stonecold!bastard!Wes!!!!  Um... It's also possible that ash_carpenter is a big perv and wanted to see my boy smack her boy down, like old times :)

Title:  Control

Pairing:  Wes/Lindsey

Rating:  Adult

Summary:  Umm...  Pretty much your basic badass Wes holds Lindsey against his will under the guise of information gathering.  But the information he’s intent on gathering won’t really benefit anyone but him.

Word count:  ~1,400

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Wesley smiled before he even opened his eyes, reaching out absently as he slowly came into consciousness.  His fingers brushed up against a warm, bare back, and he congratulated himself once more on being altruistic enough to untie one of Lindsey’s hands as he slept the previous night, no matter how pretty he looked all bound and at Wesley’s mercy.  He’d wanted him to be comfortable, after all, and Lindsey had been such a very good boy lately.  He deserved it.

His hand slid forward as his eyes blinked open, and he licked his lips, an unconscious habit at this point, after a month of waking up just like this.  Of knowing that smooth expanse of tanned skin was his to mark up, the bulk of muscle residing just underneath, housing obscene strength was his to twist and bend to his every desire.  Of knowing that ridiculous mop of hair was his to grab and pull and force the man in any direction.

Of knowing he could force tears to the man’s stunning eyes, and drag pleas for more and less and anything, please, anything from his sweet, sweet mouth.  Of knowing he could push that rough scratch of trailer trash in his accent even rougher the harder he fucked.

He really owed Angel, for letting him take charge of Lindsey’s interrogation, he mused, as his hand slid down lower of Lindsey’s bare stomach and his fingertips teased the edge of the oversized sweat pants he allowed him to sleep in.  He hadn’t learned a single thing about The Circle, but he’d learned so, so much else.  Perhaps he’d send Angel the shipment of virgin blood he’d planned on using in a ritual next week. 

Or better yet, he’d open a vein himself.  It wouldn’t be the first time, and Angel was always more appreciative when Wesley went for the personal touch.

At first, Lindsey had been difficult.  Hell, he still was.  Not easily broken, not even close to there, even after four weeks, but they were getting there.  There were rebellions still, some more serious than others, but Wesley found it was easier to start training someone out of the smaller things first. 

Not coming without permission, not speaking unless spoken to, and never, ever lying were basic, and even out of those three, he’d only managed to get Lindsey to do the first.  Other things though, little things, like saying ‘please’ when he wanted to take a piss or eat a sandwich, or not interrupting Wesley while he was working on spells or translations, or never, ever closing his eyes while Wesley ploughed into him... those things were easy.

iH His fingernails scratched over the smooth skin of Lindsey’s belly, tangled slightly in the row of hair, softer than Wesley would have thought at first, but all the more pleasant for it, and downward.

And then he froze.

Lindsey mumbled something incoherent in his sleep, and rocked his hips slightly, but it wasn't in the least appeasing.  He was soft.  And that was a no-no.

A slight flex and bend of Wesley’s fingers soon revealed the sticky mess on the inside of Lindsey’s pants, cooling and coagulating in his pubic hair, and Wesley stiffened, grabbed Lindsey’s lax cock too hard to be in any way pleasant in his hand, held still when Lindsey sucked in a deep breath, and jerked awake.

“Tut tut, Lindsey,” Wesley growled, his mouth brushing the shell of Lindsey’s ear.  “Did you jerk yourself off?  I thought we’d come to an understanding about that.”

“Wha...?” Was Lindsey’s garbled reply, and he shifted, rocked forward into Wesley’s fist as his dick started to fill, and then back against him, so Wesley’s cock was sliding along the crack of his ass through two thick layers of cotton.  Which was much more in keeping with his conditioning.

“Focus Lindsey!” Wesley snapped, and his hand squeezed harder.  “Did you, or did you not jerk off during the night?  Because if you did, perhaps I should reconsider allowing you even one hand free.”

“I... What?  No!  Fuck you’re...” 

Wesley didn’t much like the tone of his voice, or the likely direction the words were headed, so he cut off any possibly offensive conduct by lowering his hand, and gaining a death grip on Lindsey’s balls.  There was a squeak, and then vibrating tension followed by tight stillness as Lindsey gritted out, “I wouldn’t do that.  I know better.”

“And yet you’re covered in come,” Wesley pointed out conversationally.  “And you’re waking up soft, which we both know is very much against the rules.  Do you want to be punished?  Are you looking for extra, by lying to me?”

“I’m not lying, asshole!” Lindsey said, and Wesley had to give him credit, because he seemed pretty alert and lucid, considering he’d just woken up, and his testicles were being squeezed so hard they probably weren’t too far from popping.

Wesley tilted his head forward and licked along the side of Lindsey’s neck, not for one second mistaking the shiver the other man gave for one of desire.  He took the lobe of Lindsey’s ear between his teeth and gave it a gentle tug while his hand moved back up, and started to stroke Lindsey’s cock, now almost hard, despite what were likely his best efforts to the contrary.

“You know there’s only one way this will end, Lindsey, if you’re not honest with me.”  Honestly, Wesley was hesitant to go there himself, though not as much as Lindsey.  It was such a pretty cock he had in his hand, and it was a shame to mark it up, see it covered in cuts, and dripping blood, and purple from days under endless torture, pleasure and pain and no release.

But with someone like Lindsey, Wesley couldn’t take half-measures.

“I didn’t...”  There was another intake of breath, and then a slow exhale, the slump of his prone form as he mentally surrendered and his free hand settled lightly over Wesley’s wrist.  “I’m not lying.  I didn’t touch myself.  At least... I don’t think...”

“You don’t remember something like that?”

“I mean... I had a dream, and... hell, my hand’s not sticky, is it?!” Lindsey said, starting out slow, and almost shy, and ending on a growl.  He really was something, Wesley thought, and hoped he could keep him forever.  Such will.  It was almost as beautiful as the rest of him.

“So you...” Wesley started, and then had to stop, because he was smiling too much.  “You had a wet dream?”

“Shut up.”

“Lindsey, really.  You’re a grown man, in your mid-thirties.  You should be above this kind of adolescent fumbling.”

“Yeah, well,” Lindsey answered, his voice still tight, but his body starting to relax.  “Maybe if you hadn’t kept me hard for the last three days without letting me come...”

“So what you’re saying is,” Wesley started with a practiced calm, and started working his hand even faster up and down over Lindsey’s length.  “You’d appreciate a lesson in control?”

Lindsey opened his mouth, but snapped it shut again, quickly.  He was getting smarter by the day.  The question had obviously been rhetorical, and Wesley was going to do what he liked, regardless.  Lindsey keeping his mouth shut would only work in his best interests.

“Good boy,” Wesley purred, and wrenched Lindsey around with a rough hand on his shoulder, splaying him flat out on his back.  His right hand was still cuffed to the bed, reaching out over his head, the other in a tight fist at his side. 

“A lesson, yes?” he asked again, and slipped Lindsey’s pants down over his waist, and off his legs, tossing them carelessly to the side.  He slid in between them, sitting up straight and nudging his thighs apart, grinned appreciatively as Lindsey’s cock pulsed and twitched, filled even more under his hard gaze.

Lindsey nodded, swallowed hard.  “Yeah,” he choked out, and his hand clenched and unclenched by his hip.  Wesley could tell he was fighting to keep from touching.  Himself, Wesley, anything.  Only a month, and already coming along so well.  “Yeah.  Teach me, Wesley.  Teach me control.”

Wesley felt a pleasant shiver slid down his spine, and he couldn’t help the small breath that escaped from between his lips.  God, but Lindsey was damn near perfect.  Wesley didn’t even care that Lindsey only half-way meant it.  Before long he’d be begging to be taught, revelling in every lesson, lapping them up like he couldn’t get enough.

“Anything for you, Lindsey,” Wesley said, baring his teeth in a mockery of a smile.  “Now... Where should we start?”

END