F*** Me Blind

Disclaimers and warnings: See Chapter one.


“spoken”


Chapter Two: ...Even If He Could ...


Seifer took a deep breath. It was more than he had expected, though less than he had hoped for. Just remember The Posse. “I agree to your terms. I’ll be your fuck toy. But no scars, no pictures, and no attack magic. And you *will* get The Posse pardoned. Your word!” The gunbladist stuck out his hand.

“You are mine for a time, though no scars, pix, or attack magic. The Posse’s pardon papers will be in your hands within three days of my releasing you. I swear.” A calloused, muscular hand clasped his and they shook. Then the techno voice came once again.

“Pain!”

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Seifer leaned wearily against the doorjamb after leaving the bathroom. He would probably never forgive Techno for casting Pain on him, but at least the asshole had thrown an Antidote on him right away to negate the effects of the Poison. He hoped they had done so because they didn’t want to hurt their play toy. If they did it because they knew of his sensitivity to Poison, well, the list was short on who would know and he would find the fucker eventually. He could be quite patient when he needed to.

Techno had steered him to a room and bustled him into the shower. Handed a bar of soap, the gunbladist was admonished to “wash really well - everywhere ... you know” and then left alone, Blinded and Silenced, in the hot spray to figure it out for himself. Halfway through, Techno popped back in, announced the towels were on the counter, and left again. There was something annoyingly familiar …

Now here he was, all nice and clean, lamb ready for the slaughter. Blinded, he had to wait for Techno. Oh Hyne, I forgot to make the bastard put a time limit on this. How long will it be? The rest of the week? Rest of the month? All summer? A year? What the fuck did I get myself into?!? His mounting panic was stopped by the touch of a calloused hand at his elbow. Subdued by his own thoughts, he allowed himself to be led to the edge of the bed.

Strong hands urged him facedown upon the bed, spread-eagled The muscular hands quickly bound the gunbladist hands to the headboard, though leaving some slack in the ropes. He felt the tickle of the Echo Screen, and the Silence spell dissipated. Obviously someone wanted to hear him scream. So certain that a beating was coming for some perceived attack or loss from the Second Sorceress War, he was totally unprepared for the cool drizzling of oil that dripped between his shoulder blades. Techno laughed at his quickly indrawn breath, but continued to massage the oil into the tight muscles. Slowly he began to relax, and soon was almost dozing as the strong fingers released the tension from his back and legs. Phasing in and out of reality, he jerked back to the present and flinched when a hand tucked under one hip and began questing.

At his sudden movement, Techno paused. “Mine?” he asked, reminding the gunbladist of their agreement.

“Yours,” Seifer agreed hoarsely, lifting his hips to allow better access.

Techno stroked the gunbladist flank, as if soothing a frightened animal. “Do you want to back out? You don’t have to do this, you know.” A hand traced up and touched his cheek. Again he smelled the scents of leather, sweat, and that something else that was annoying familiar, yet so hard to place.

“No. I want to. I just … was startled.” He rubbed his cheek into the warm palm. For The Posse! he told himself, yet knew he was lying.

Warm lips traced his shoulder as the palm left his cheek. Fingertips traced down his back as the hand underneath left the contested ground to meet its companion in the small of his back. Together they traced down and cupped the tight buttocks. Seifer moaned and arched into the touch, only to gasp as those hot lips touched the back of his neck and began to trace their way down his spine. He was aroused by the time they passed his shoulder blades, and euphoric as they cruised past the small of his back. But as his lower cheeks were drawn apart and the moist breath promised his entrance, his lost his mind.

“Hyne, yes! Oh, please, don’t stop now!” Seifer babbled as his partner paused. “Now! Do it!” he demanded, and then screamed as Techno’s tongue drilled past the tight ring of muscle. Arching his back, he thrust his hips up into that pleasurable torment. Strong hands urged him up onto hands and his knees as the tongue withdrew and small kisses peppered his ass. When the hands reached for his cock, this time he didn’t flinch. Thrusting into their tight grip, he let himself ride the sensations.

“Close …” he choked out, not knowing how this would fit into Techno’s plans. He felt a shift on the mattress, a brush of soft hair between his thighs, and suddenly his length was engulfed in moist heat. He yelled his surprise, only to have it end in a broken moan as Techno drew off and licked the weeping head. The tall blond locked his elbows and tried not to thrust down into that talented mouth.

“Give it to me, Seifer. Let me suck you down my throat and swallow all you’ve got. Gimme, Seifer. Gimme it all.” Techno held the head to his lips as he spoke, letting the puffs of air further inflame the captive gunbladist. Holding his lips puckered, he popped Seifer through. The tall blond groaned, for it felt like he was pushing through another tight ring of muscle. Throat muscles caressed and massaged his length as his mystery partner slid him in and out. He trembled at the sensation, wanting to feel more, but knowing he was on the edge.

“You … sure?” He bit out, uncertain about letting go. He felt Techno nod, then pick up the pace, growling deep in his throat.

Seifer threw back his head and gritted his teeth. Hyne, it’s been awhile. Actually, it’s been since before Ultimitia. This is gonna …. What started as a low growl became and full throated roar as his orgasm boiled through him like a freight train. It seemed to go on forever, and when it was over, he collapsed down onto his forearms, exhausted. As soon as he felt Techno move from beneath him, he straightened his legs and collapsed completely.

He lay there, adrift in the sensations, totally relaxed. He heard his partner leave, and then come back, and a bottle was pressed to his lips. The chilled water had a twist of lemon to it, but it tasted like Hyne’s own nectar in that moment.

“Thanks,” he said after catching his breath.

A warm chuckle answered him as an equally warm body snuggled up beside him. “Somebody needed that.”

“Mmmm.” Seifer shifted a little, trying to get comfortable and felt Techno’s hard cock poke him in the thigh. “Just like someone else needs something, hmmm?”

Techno froze. “Are … are you offering …?”

“What does it sound like I’m doing, propositioning a moogle?!?” The gunbladist tested the length of his tethers and the distance to the headboard. “There’s room. Slide on in here and you won’t even have to release me.” He raised one shoulder, creating a space for his partner to crawl under and up to the head of the bed.

It was kind of tricky, but Techno managed. He ended up sitting on a pillow with his legs sprawled to either side of the gunbladist, leaving the playing field wide open. He jumped when the blond started nuzzling his thigh, but quickly relaxed under the long licks and short nibbles.

Seifer was ecstatic. Though he was still Blinded, his other senses were working just fine. Whoever this was, it was definitely someone to track down later. Though his hands still smelled like leather and sweat, the rest of him didn’t. In fact, he smelled damn good. And his hair was soft and shaggy, and kind of long probably as he kept flipping it back out of his eyes. Amazing what the tensing of a few muscles could tell you. And what muscles! The whole package was hard and in shape. Especially the heavily muscled thighs. What he wouldn’t give for some Eye Drops about now.

But now - to business.
A sharply indrawn breath greeted him as he nuzzled his way under the heavy sac, followed by a heartfelt groan as his tongue replaced his nose. Apparently, Techno had a zone right about … there. The tall blond felt the other’s rod jerk against his cheek as he sucked his balls into his mouth. A soft mewling sound came from above as he rolled them about, exploring textures with his tongue before regretfully freeing them.

“Sei ---fer---” came the husky moan.

“You close?” whispered the gunbladist, not wanting to spoil the mood.

“Hyne, yes! I nearly came when you did.”

“How do you want it?”

“Deep …hard … fast …intense …”

Seifer could hear Techno thrashing his head about as he leisurely licked up the length. He eased the head between his lips - damn but it was hard to do this right with no hands! Raising up onto his forearms, he got a better angle and gradually engulfed his partner’s cock. Taking it slow the first time, he swallowed bit by bit until his nose touched the curls at the base, then drew back just as gently.

The gunbladist smirked to himself that he was longer, though Techno was quite a bit wider at the base. He sucked his way down unhurriedly one more time, just to make sure he had adjusted, and then released just as slowly. As his partner’s keening moan, his smiled grew a bit, and he dove in whole-heartedly - finally following his captor’s requests.

Strong fingers laced through his hair, urging him on yet letting him set the pace. And set it he did - just as requested. He took Techno deep into his throat, sucking him hard as he withdrew, then quickly diving down again. The rhythm swiftly brought his partner to the edge.

“I’m gonna ---”

Seifer sucked him in even deeper, hunching his shoulders to bury his nose in those coarse curls, and swallowed. Techno arched up into him, pulling at his hair, trying to bury his cock yet deeper into that talented mouth. With a shout, he finally sagged back against the headboard and released his captive’s head. The gunbladist drew back a ways to catch his breath, but kept the softening cock in his mouth, suckling it until Techno pushed at his shoulder weakly.

“I don’t think there’s any left.”

The tall blond let the spent soldier go and kissed his captor’s inner thigh. “Just wanted to make sure.”

A tired chuckle met his ears. “Give it a few --- I’ve still got plans.”

“If they’re anything like the plans I’ve seen so far, bring’em on.” Seifer shifted position a little. “But maybe after a bathroom break?”

Another chuckle answered him, this one with a little more energy. “Race ya!”

“Wait a minute!” Seifer jangled his wrists, still in the cuffs. “That’s not fair!”

“Oh all right!”

A few minutes later, the gunbladist sat on the bed again, munching on the apple Techno had given him. How does he know apples are my favorite? Or was it just an easy thing to take from the cafeteria? Who is he?!? As lips ghosted over his spine, he suppressed a shiver.

“Ready for Round Two?”


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Seifer lay bound facedown upon the bed again, relaxing as Techno rummaged about the room. Curious, but unafraid, he listened to the running litany and tried to figure out what his captor was up to. “Hey, can I ask you a question?”

“Ask - but I might not answer. Now where did I put those? I know I had’em at last week…”

“Why Pain?”

“Huh?” Techno’s voice was further distorted as he moved under the bed.

“We agreed no attack magic. Why Pain?”

“No wonder you still haven’t passed your final Exam. Pain is an Indirect magic, classed with sleep and slow, even though it has the Poison element.”

“Ok, so it’s an Indirect. Why cast it? You could have cast Silence and Blind.”

“Not at the same time, and it gave you something to be pissed off about for a while. Plus, it distracted you.”

“Distracted me from what?”

“Distracted you from this!”

Seifer jumped as something closed about his ankle. Though it was soft, it would not rub off on the bed. As he continued to rub it, he felt Techno bind the other ankle. When he raised up his right knee, answering pull tugged on his left.

“It goes under the bed,” Techno explained. “It’ll keep your legs open for … later.”

The gunbladist went instantly hard at the suggestion.

“Now, up on your knees, Blondie.” He clambered up, only to be told to lie back down. With a grunt, he flopped back down. Or tried to. Shifting his hips, he attempted to figure out what had been placed beneath him. Soft, round, but kind of hard. Cylindrical, even. Kind of like one of those ‘decorative pillows’ that no one could sleep on but girls buried their beds under. Why would … oh shit.

“I see by your blush that you’ve figured it out.” A ringing slap fell on the up-turned ass. Seifer groaned and ground his hips into the pillow. “Did you like that, Blondie?” Another slap fell, and again, he moaned. This time he arched his back, as if asking for more. “Hmmm. Maybe later. But for now …” A hand snaked under his hip, discovering just how much he had enjoyed it. “Hold that pose, Blondie!” The pillow was tugged out, and a rustling in the nightstand could be heard. Seconds later a tight ring encircled his rock hard cock.

“You didn’t …”

“Yes, I did. You can come when I say, Blondie. Not before.” The pillow was stuffed back in. “But you’ve been good so far. Keep in up, and I just might let you do me.”

Seifer groaned. He didn’t know if he should be pissed off or excited. Or both. “Hyne, I sorry for whatever I did - it was Ultimitia’s - you gotta believe me!”

“Is that what you think this is? A get-even session for the war?” the gunbladist could hear the disbelief even with the distortion of Techno’s voice. “Oh no, pretty boy. This is personal, yes. But it started long before the war.” His hips jolted forward as a cool, slick digit stroked his entrance, as the warbled voice came again. “This is just us.” He growled as the finger pushed past the tight ring of muscle.

Trying to relax on purpose was never easy, but those revelations easily distracted the larger man as the single digit gently stroked in and out. The thrusting finger pushed him against the unyielding pillow, rubbing against his tethered cock. With a moan of supplication, he spread his knees a little more and arched back into the invasion. A second finger joined the first, and he growled his appreciation. Hyne it’s good to be with someone who knows what they are doing! Bottom’s no fun if your Top is an asshole! Seifer moaned appreciatively as the fingers stretched and opened within him. Gods! This guy is great! Just a little further --- c’mon … oh, yeah! … mmmmm … nnooooo! The gunbladist whimpered in protest as the fingers withdrew.

“But Blondie, I have more for you …” promised that warbled voice, and the head of a well-lubed cock kissed his entrance. “Maybe you’ll like it better. What do you think?”

The tall blond groaned in frustration and bucked his hips, grinding back against the building pressure. Finally, Techno allowed himself to slide into the tight heat, moving ever so slowly. “I’m gonna ride you, Blondie. Slow and steady and forever. Relaxxxxx…” The ex-Knight murmured in agreement and relaxed, arching back into the glorious feelings. He could stay here all night …

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TBC