The Manipulator and the Subservient
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Adult ++
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861
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The Manipulator and the Subservient
Disclaimer: All characters, concepts, and related indicia are copyright and trademark Square. None of these characters are mine, so don't sue me. You wouldn't get much if you did. This is a very early story, when I first started writing yaoi...so be kind with reviews, if you leave any. I'm better now, thankfully...so it's not so bad.
"Will it really work with the stone?" Mustadio asked.
His father, Besrodio, answered, "You saw it too, right? I'm sure it does."
Ramza nodded and walked forward with the Aquarius Stone in his hand. He put the stone into a small hole inside the Steel Ball. Above the small indentation was the same symbol as was on the stone that Ramza now held in his shaking hand. The Steel Ball rolled a bit one way. Mustadio stared in shock. "Hey, look!" he exclaimed. "It moved!"
All of a sudden, the Steel Ball turned, and everyone stared. Two legs sprouted from it, then two arms, and then a head. The room lit up with a blue light from the metamorphosed Steel Ball. When the light stopped glowing, a few wisps of steam drifted from the Steel Ball--no, the Steel Giant.
The Steel Giant's massive body was about seven feet tall. But it appeared still and unmoving, no light or activity coming from it at all. "No?" Mustadio inquired. "No go?" He stepped up to examine the Steel Giant, seeing if he could repair it, when its eyes lit up, two red dots behind something that looked like an open jousting helm. It turned to Ramza, and Mustadio quickly jumped back away from it.
The mercenary started. "Setup complete!" it said to Ramza in a mechanical, monotone voice. "Everything is normal! Master, what is your order?"
For a moment, no one spoke. Then Mustadio enthused, "Wow! It talked!"
The Steel Giant repeated its request to Ramza, "Master, your order, please!"
Mustadio prompted, "Ramza, give him an order." He met the mercenary's wide, shocked eyes, and almost looked away from them. 'Oh, man.... He's gorgeous....' The machinist sighed. 'I'd love to call Ramza "Master",' he thought. 'I just can't get him off my mind.' He didn't want to dwell to long on the things he'd like Ramza to do to him; it just wouldn't look right to react to those kind of thoughts here. How would he explain that to his father?
He looked at Mustadio, shocked. "What!? An order? No, I'm scared!!" Ramza shook his head vehemently. He looked into Mustadio's eyes, and his breath hitched. 'Oh, dear God.... Why Mustadio? Why do I feel this way when I get around him?' He could have put his racing heartbeat and quickened breathing down to being frightened of the Steel Giant before him, but he knew better. And he never lied to anyone, especially not to himself.
The blond engineer broke into his thoughts, "Don't be silly. You're his Master!" His voice trembled a tiny bit when he said the last word. 'Great.... Now I'm thinking about Ramza being my master. Let's hope I don't say something stupid and give it away. I'd rather not tell him and be just friends than tell him and lose him....' He shook the thoughts away with effort and concentrated on the exchange between Ramza and the Steel Giant.
"Well...well then... Dance!" Ramza instructed the Steel Giant.
Mustadio slapped the heel of his hand against his forehead, closed his eyes, and said, "Do better than that!"
"A-All right...." But before Ramza could speak again, the Steel Giant launched into a spirited dance as best as its decreased mobility would let it. Mustadio covered his face with his hand. His words were muffled.
"He's...dancing...." After a moment, the Steel Giant stopped dancing, and Mustadio uncovered his face. "I wonder if he's strong?" the blond mechanic wondered.
Not turning away from Ramza, the Steel Giant replied to Mustadio's question, "I...am...very...strong!"
Ramza stammered, "Well...well then... Beat Mustadio up!" He pointed at the young man so that the Steel Giant would know to whom he was referring.
Mustadio said once more, "Do better than that!"
All of a sudden, the Steel Giant faced Mustadio and raised its arms until its fists were at about the level of its glowing, red eyes, and its elbows pointing out. Mustadio jumped, and his eyes opened wide and dumfounded. The Giant's chest opened, revealing several cannons.
Mustadio and Ramza both thought, 'Oh crap.... He's really gonna do it....'
The cannons shot at Mustadio, and the young man flew into a wall with a thud that made his teeth rattle. With a pitiful whimper of pain, he slid down the wall into an unconscious heap on the floor.
Ramza panicked. 'Oh, my God...! No! Mustadio!' The blond mercenary blurted, "Help! Phoenix Down! Where's the Phoenix Down?"
It didn't appear that Besrodio had any Phoenix Downs in the house, and Ramza had left his bag of items with another party member, so they were forced to take Mustadio up to his room and put him to bed. They discovered that nothing had been broken by the Steel Giant's attack, and the only bleeding injury he sustained was the back of his head where he'd hit the stone wall of the house. Ramza tended the injury, then sat down in a nearby chair. "I'll stay with him to make sure he's really all right," he told Besrodio.
Besrodio nodded. "Try to wake him up about every hour. I'll deal with our friend the Steel Giant."
"I will," Ramza promised. "Thank you." Besrodio nodded once more and left the room.
Ramza turned his attention back to the young man lying unconscious on the bed in front of him. 'I'm so sorry, Mustadio. I...didn't know he'd actually try....' The Steel Giant had evidently misinterpreted his order, and had tried to kill the blond engineer. 'God...I'll never be able to forgive myself if....' He almost couldn't think it. '...If he doesn't wake up....'
He looked at Mustadio's face, relaxed in the deep sleep of unconsciousness. Ramza lifted a hand and brushed it softly across Mustadio's cheek. Then he leaned closer for a moment, planting a light kiss on Mustadio's jawline. The young man mumbled something and smiled. Ramza's eyes opened wide at what the other boy had said. 'He...said my name...!' He was shocked, but pleased. Ramza stayed there a long while, looking at the other boy's serene face. Soon his eyelids became heavy, and he fell asleep in the chair.
"Ugh...." Mustadio opened his eyes and looked around. 'Did...Ramza really want that thing to kill me...? It tried....' He looked to his left and saw the blond mercenary there, sleeping in a chair beside him. 'Maybe he didn't. If he didn't care about what happened, he would have already left. That's something, at least....' Mustadio sat up and smiled, placing a light kiss on Ramza's petal-soft lips. 'I want to do that again...but I better not. If I kiss him again, and he wakes up, I'm gonna have a lot of explaining to do.' Quietly, Mustadio got out of bed. But he wasn't fully recovered from his injury, and he began to get dizzy. The mechanic fell back down to a sitting position on the bed and groaned at the pain shooting through his skull, resting his head in his hands. The noise awakened Ramza, who jolted awake and looked over to the other boy.
His face filled with joy. "Mustadio! You're awake!" Ramza's expression stirred something deep within Mustadio, and he felt himself reacting to it. A burning wave of sheer lust slammed through him, and he fought both a blush and his libido. Ramza got up from the chair to sit next to the young engineer on the bed. He wound his arms around Mustadio's shoulders, hugging him tightly. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry, Mustadio! I didn't know he was going to...."
"It-It's okay," Mustadio replied, his mind reeling with thoughts of making Ramza his right there and then. He awkwardly patted Ramza's back. 'Oh, geez.... I must really be out of it....' Anywhere that Ramza touched him tingled and burned. It sent heat shooting into Mustadio's groin, and the machinist fought a moan.
Ramza let go of the other boy and looked up, his eyes wide and serious. "Are you okay now?" Mustadio nodded, and stood up. But he began to fall forward, dizzy from his recent injury. Ramza quickly got to his feet and caught him. The engineer fell against the other boy, head spinning. "Looks like you're not quite...." Ramza was about to continue, when he felt something press into his thigh. He attempted awkwardly, "M-Mustadio...? Are you...I mean...er...? Um... Is that...your gun...?"
"Uh...'Fraid it's not...." Mustadio's face turned beet-red, and he looked away. "I can't...help it...." He fought a groan. 'Great. My libido picks a wonderful time to kick in.... How am I gonna explain this one...?'
Blinking in confusion, Ramza thought, 'He wants me?' The knowledge set his heart racing and sent desire coursing though his veins with every beat of his heart. He felt himself reacting to Mustadio's condition, and he put his arms around the other boy's waist, pulling their hips into contact so that the engineer could see how he was being affected by it.
Mustadio looked up at Ramza quickly, shocked. Then he gulped nervously. "Is that...your sword...?"
"Yes, but not the one I fight with," the mercenary replied in a sultry voice. "Wanna see?" Mustadio's face reddened even more, if that was possible, but he didn't look away from the other boy. Ramza smiled and leaned forward to press a hungry kiss to Mustadio's lips. The mechanic closed his eyes and sighed, returning the gesture with just as much eagerness as Ramza, if not with more, and the mercenary moaned softly at the contact. Mustadio ran his fingers through the other boy's short hair, and Ramza let his hands roam up and down the engineer's back. Mustadio arched into Ramza, increasing the pressure of their hips against each other. Ramza broke the kiss to breathe, hearing--feeling--the other boy's harsh breaths.
"Ramza...." Mustadio breathed. The blond mercenary lowered his head to gently nip underneath Mustadio's left ear. 'Oh, God, Ramza.... You had to choose my tender place, didn't you?' At the treatment, the mechanic whimpered, his body went lax, and his head fell back. His hips began to move, grinding against Ramza's hips repeatedly. The mercenary pressed his hips a bit harder against Mustadio, and the blond engineer moaned.
"Mmm.... Not so loud, Mustadio," Ramza whispered, nibbling lightly on the other boy's ear. "Do you want your father to hear? We'd really have a lot of explaining to do then...." He chuckled at the engineer's blush. 'And besides, when I hear you moan like that...it makes me want you too much....'
Mustadio nodded seriously. "I could just see him walking in here and freaking out." He imagined the look of shock on his father's face and snickered. "He'd be like this...." The machinist mimicked the expected stunned look, eyes wide and mouth agape, and Ramza snickered as well.
"Then we'd better go somewhere that he won't be tempted to look and just keep our voices down," Ramza mused. He looked around. "The only place I can think of is the bathroom."
"The bathroom?" The engineer blinked, then chuckled. He agreed, "Good a place as any. There's one problem."
"What?"
"I can't even stand up straight...much less walk straight." Ramza smiled and his hand slid around from Mustadio's back, to his belly, then down to caress the hardened male flesh. The engineer closed his eyes tightly and took a shuddering breath. '...Ramza...! Do you even know what you're doing to me?'
"It's straight enough for me." He chuckled.
"Um, not that...." Mustadio replied, looking back at Ramza. "That's...not quite what I meant...."
"I know what you meant." Ramza chuckled again. "I'll help you." He stopped a moment and looked Mustadio directly in the eye. "Are you sure you've healed enough? I don't want to be the cause of any more pain for you." The look of concern on Ramza's face again stirred something within Mustadio, but it wasn't lust....
Mustadio bit back a groan of frustration. "I'm fine." He took a deep breath and continued in a voice that was little more than a whisper, "Ramza, I...I want you... now...." Ramza closed his eyes a moment, a shiver running down his spine at the other boy's words. When his eyes opened, they were darkened with passion. 'Looks like I got my wish, huh?' Mustadio thought blithely. 'I just hope I've got the courage to take it all the way.... Wait a minute; that didn't sound right....' He shook himself mentally and purred, "All right. Let's go...Master."
Hearing Mustadio call him "Master" made Ramza want him even more, and he had to fight not to push Mustadio down on the bed and take him right there. "I've already had one person call me that today, and it almost got you killed," he quipped. "Calling me that might be hazardous to your health, you know."
"I'd almost be willing to get hurt again if you'd kiss it better," Mustadio purred.
Ramza replied, "I'll kiss anything you like."
"Hey, isn't that my line?" Mustadio questioned, and the other boy chuckled. Ramza shifted their positions, so that he supported Mustadio with an arm around his waist, and the machinist's arm was draped over his shoulders. The two walked to the bathroom. Mustadio leaned against the wall while Ramza shut and locked the door. "Okay, now what?"
"Well," Ramza mused, "Since I have my doubts that you can stand long enough to get anything done...." He walked the very short distance to Mustadio, wrapped his arms around the engineer's waist, and kneeled on the floor, pulling the other boy down with him. "...This will have to do."
Mustadio replied, "It's fine with me."
"I'm glad," Ramza whispered. He leaned forward and kissed Mustadio, pulling the other boy closer. The mechanic responded with a soft moan and moved yet closer, ending up straddling the other boy's lap. Ramza let his hand fall to the arch of Mustadio's back and pulled the blond boy's hips against his own. Wrapping his arms around Ramza's shoulders, Mustadio began to move his hips in a strong, steady rhythm, causing their arousals to rub together. The mechanic twined his fingers in Ramza's short locks. Ramza broke the kiss to plant a line of feather-light butterfly kisses across Mustadio's jawline to his neck, then nibbled delicately on the spot where Mustadio's shoulder and neck met. The engineer closed his eyes tightly and let his hands wander across Ramza's chest, releasing the breathy moan that welled up in his throat as he tilted his head to the side to allow Ramza better access to this sensitive area. Ramza stopped a moment and looked at the other boy. "I think we'd better start getting some clothes out of the way, hmm?"
Mustadio blushed, but agreed, "Yeah." Before the engineer could move, Ramza grasped his wrists gently and held them down at his sides. "Ramza? What are you do--?" His question was cut off when the other boy brought one of Mustadio's gloved hands to his mouth and, with his teeth, tugged on the fingers of the glove, removing it from Mustadio's hands. The blond machinist moaned softly at the feel of Ramza's lips against his fingers. Ramza repeated the procedure on the other glove, then lightly nipped each of the fingers on one of Mustadio's hands. When the mercenary sucked one of Mustadio's fingers into his mouth, the machinist closed his eyes and moaned again, this time louder. 'Geez, Ramza....' The mercenary released Mustadio's hands and wrapped his arms around the other boy's waist, silencing him with a deep kiss, slipping his tongue between Mustadio's lips. He moaned softly when Mustadio's tongue touched his and began to move his hips against the young mechanic. Mustadio gasped and broke the kiss to arch his back, pressing himself closer to Ramza.
Ramza groaned quietly. "Mustadio...I'm trying to control myself...and you're not helping...." Mustadio smirked and dropped his hand to the apex of Ramza's thighs, cupping his hand against the mercenary's arousal.
"Yeah, so I see," the mechanic whispered teasingly, rubbing his hand over the bulge in Ramza's dark blue breeches. Ramza pressed closer to Mustadio's teasing hand. "You could hurry up a bit..." Mustadio whispered. Then he took a deep breath, moved his lips close to Ramza's ear, then continued in a sensuous murmur, "...'Cause I'm about to forget myself, shove you down, and rip your clothes off."
Smiling complacently, Ramza replied, "Okay...." He shifted to that he was no longer kneeling, but rather sitting flat with his legs out in front of him, and then lay back on the floor, Mustadio still straddling his hips. "...Get to work...slave...." Ramza purred, chuckling.
Mustadio smiled sensually. "Yes, Master," he acquiesced in a breathy whisper. The young mercenary pulled his gloves off and dropped them at his side. Mustadio quickly divested Ramza of his metal vest, and then ran his hands up the young mercenary's chest, pulling the shirt up with them. Ramza sighed at the feel of Mustadio's hands on him.
"Mmm....You're good with your hands," Ramza whispered.
The mechanic smiled sensuously and purred, "Thanks. I try my best." Mustadio pulled the heavy, woolen, high-necked shirt completely off and Ramza leaned up to assist him.
As soon as Ramza lay back once again, Mustadio leaned down, laying a line of kisses from the mercenary's shoulder down to his chest. The engineer flicked his tongue against Ramza's nipple, making the other boy hiss in a breath of air. "Mustadio...!" Ramza bit his lip to keep from groaning aloud. Mustadio teased the sensitive nubs to the tune of his partner's quiet, breathy moans. While doing so, he started rubbing his hips against the mercenary's in a slow, teasing rhythm, and Ramza whispered Mustadio's name. Ramza dropped his hands down to the machinist's thighs and began stroking them softly.
At the contact, Mustadio gasped lightly and leaned back up so that he could look Ramza in the eye. The mechanic reached behind him and unbuckled his tool belt, removing it and laying it carefully to one side. Then he grasped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head, removing that barrier, too. Ramza reached his hands up to caress Mustadio's now bare chest, brushing his thumbs over the engineer's nipples repeatedly. Mustadio's back arched, and he gripped Ramza's wrists in his hands tightly. "Oh, God...Ramza," he murmured. His movement caused his hips to grind against the mercenary's in a sudden motion, and Ramza arched his back, matching the pressure. Mustadio's hands released their grip on Ramza's wrists to slide down the mercenary's arms, and then down his sides.
Ramza took that opportunity to unbutton Mustadio's trousers and reach a hand inside the unfastened garment, gently caressing the mechanic's arousal. Mustadio bit his lip to prevent a cry of desire. The mercenary wrapped his fingers around the sensitive skin of Mustadio's member and began stroking it with a leisurely rhythm. Mustadio gasped and moved his hips with the motions of Ramza's hand. When Ramza stopped, Mustadio suppressed a groan of frustration and asked breathlessly, "What?"
"I think it's time to get some more clothes out of the way," Ramza replied. Mustadio nodded, then scooted back to allow the mercenary to move about. Ramza removed his boots and Mustadio followed suit, also removing the small pouch buckled around his left knee. No sooner did Mustadio remove his boots than Ramza scooted closer, insinuating himself between Mustadio's legs, then pushed the engineer slowly to the floor so that Mustadio was lying on his back underneath him, the engineer's legs lying flat on the floor. "You okay?" Ramza asked.
"Yeah," Mustadio replied. Then he quipped, "C'mon, don't get sidetracked." The machinist snickered.
Ramza smiled smugly, and then brushed his hands down Mustadio's sides, down to his hips, taking the engineer's breeches with them. The mercenary's hands continued their journey down Mustadio's body, running over sinewy muscles kept fit and trim by hours of repairing relics of the past. As his hands descended, they pulled Mustadio's breeches lower, revealing more of his lissome body. Then that barrier too was swept away with an impatient gesture of the mercenary's hands. Ramza admired the mechanic's lithe form, and Mustadio blushed at Ramza's unabashed appraisal. 'He's so beautiful,' Ramza thought.
But Ramza didn't give the engineer time to be embarrassed. He quickly scooted back and flicked his tongue lightly against the tip of Mustadio's arousal, wringing a gasp from the young man. Mustadio supported himself on his elbows so he could see what Ramza was doing. Ramza teased the machinist, daintily running his tongue around the tip of the organ, but going no farther. Helplessly, Mustadio arched his hips upward to gain more contact with Ramza's teasing tongue, but the mercenary simply pinned Mustadio's hips down, making it impossible for the machinist to move. "...God, Ramza," he whispered brokenly. "You're gonna kill me...."
Ramza looked up. "I hope not," Ramza purred. "I haven't even done half the things I want to do to you." He smirked, and Mustadio growled softly.
"Do I have to beg?" Mustadio questioned in a desperate tone, his breathing harsh.
The mercenary toyed with the idea of hearing Mustadio beg for release, but quickly discarded it. "No, you don't have to beg," Ramza replied. "I'm feeling generous today."
Before Mustadio could utter another word, Ramza had taken the engineer's stiffened member fully into his mouth, working his lips and tongue over it rhythmically. Mustadio's head fell back and he almost cried out, but he caught himself, and the sound came out as a whimper of desire. The sound sent a jolt of molten heat down Ramza's spine, and the mercenary took his hands away from where they pinned Mustadio to the floor and began pulling at the buttons of his own trousers. The mechanic moaned quietly and no sooner did Ramza's hands stop pinning him down than Mustadio began thrusting his hips upward smoothly, sighing in pleasure. As Mustadio caught Ramza's rhythm and settled into it, Ramza was busily removing the last barrier that separated them: the blue trousers that had suddenly become achingly restrictive on the mercenary's body. 'Oh, God.... I don't know if I can wait much longer,' Ramza thought. 'I need him....'
Finally, Ramza's now painfully tight pants were disposed of, and the mercenary continued to pleasure Mustadio with lips and tongue. He allowed Mustadio to continue thrusting his hips in time with the movements of his mouth on the machinist's shaft, hearing Mustadio's broken murmurs and low moans. Ramza trailed his hands up the other boy's legs, continuing until he reached Mustadio's chest, feeling the engineer's body quiver. The mercenary slid his hands up to Mustadio's nipples, pinching them lightly. Mustadio almost screamed at the combined assaults, but he bit his lip and caught the sound, turning it into a soft, dulcet moan. Hearing this from the mechanic made Ramza ache with need, and he purred against Mustadio's member. The vibrations nearly sent Mustadio over the edge, but he needed something else...something more.... "Ramza... Please...." Ramza stopped his ministrations and looked around. It took a moment for the mechanic's eyes to focus. When he was able to see clearly he looked up at Ramza and asked, "What?"
"I'm looking for some thing I can use to make sure I don't hurt you," Ramza replied. "After what happened with that Steel Giant, I don't want to hurt you any more." He continued to survey the room. "Since I'm not using toothpaste for this...." He chuckled. I guess that leaves soap."
"Wait, I might have something in my tool belt," Mustadio remembered. Ramza nodded, and the engineer sat up and began rummaging around in the pouch. After a moment of searching, he brought out a small vial filled about halfway with a clear, viscous substance. Ramza recognized the brand name on the label. It was rumored to be arguably the best brand of massage oil/lubricant one could buy in Goug Machine City. The label looked to be well worn, as if the vial had been handled repeatedly.
"It looks like someone's been 'lying down on the job'," Ramza chuckled.
Mustadio blushed. "Actually, no. I use this stuff to lubricate metal parts to keep 'em from wearing down when I'm fixing something."
Ramza's eyes widened. "Geez! Does that stuff work that well?"
"Well, yeah," the engineer replied. "All I've ever used it for is to fix machines."
"Still, it's lucky you had it with you, isn't it?" Ramza purred sensuously. Mustadio nodded.
The mercenary took the vial and opened the corked lid, pouring a few drops out onto his fingers. He set the vial out of the way and began spreading the liquid between his fingers. Ramza took the mechanic's arousal into his mouth and began a slow, teasing rhythm once again. When he heard Mustadio's sigh of pleasure, he slipped a slickened finger into the boy's entrance. Mustadio gasped in mixed pleasure and pain, the fine line between the two sensations blurring to the point that they were nearly undistinguishable from each other. Slowly, Ramza began to move the digit imbedded within the engineer in time with the motions of his lips and tongue over Mustadio's member. Soon Mustadio was moving his hips in Ramza's rhythm, thrusting against the mercenary's finger and moaning. Ramza inserted another finger and slowed his rhythm down a bit so that he would not hurt the machinist.
The mercenary moved his fingers so that they brushed against the protruding area within the other boy's body, and the mechanic arched up with a gasp. Thrashing his head from side to side, Mustadio gritted his teeth to avoid screaming. Ramza increased the pace of his hand's movements, and Mustadio's hips began thrusting wildly. "Ramza...oh, God," Mustadio moaned. "...Please.... I want you...." Hearing this nearly snapped what precious little control the mercenary had left. He withdrew the torturing fingers from the engineer's body and reached for the small vial again, but Mustadio beat him to it. "You've been doing all the work," the mechanic teased with a charming pout, rising to a sitting position. "Let me help you a little."
Ramza nodded; at that point, he was unsure if he could trust his voice not to loudly inform half the city of his current whereabouts and condition. Mustadio poured some of the vial's contents into his palm and closed his hand a moment, coating his palm with a thin layer of the liquid. Then he reached down to gently grasp Ramza's member, slowly pumping the mercenary's aroused flesh. Ramza allowed himself a moment to indulge in the exhilarating sensations before taking hold of Mustadio's wrist. The mercenary took a deep breath, steadying his voice, before suggesting, "I think...you should stop now...."
Putting the lid back onto the vial, Mustadio chuckled, but acquiesced, his bottom lip poking out in a mock frown. "Oh, phooey. Just when I was getting into it, too." Ramza nibbled lightly on the machinist's protruding lip, exacting a quiet moan from Mustadio.
"I'm the one that's going to be 'getting into something' in a moment," Ramza quipped.
The engineer nodded, and then lay back on the floor. "By all means, please do," he offered huskily. "Get into anything you want to."
Ramza smiled ardently. "I was hoping you'd say that," he murmured. The mercenary insinuated himself between Mustadio's legs once again, shifting his weight so he was no longer sitting back on his heels, but rather, kneeling with his body straight. He looped his arms around the engineer's legs and positioned himself. Ramza asked the other boy, "This is...your first time, right...?"
"Uh...my first time with another guy, yeah," Mustadio replied truthfully. "I really don't know what to expect."
Ramza nodded. "Then just relax for me, all right? This might hurt a little."
"Okay," the mechanic agreed. "I'll try...."
The mercenary raised Mustadio's hips off the floor a bit while slowly pressing his own hips forward. Mustadio panted, trying to accommodate Ramza's arousal as it slid into him. "Oh, God..." Ramza whispered inaudibly, tightly gripping the machinist's thighs. He closed his eyes, resisting the desire to thrust himself roughly into the engineer's willing body. Mustadio began to shiver with the erotic pleasure/pain and gritted his teeth, fighting a moan. Ramza mistook the mechanic's gesture as one of pain, and slowed his forward motion, his own body trembling.
When Ramza had fully seated his length within the other boy, he opened his eyes, looked at his lover, and warned, barely loud enough to be heard over their harsh breaths, "Mustadio.... I'm not trying to frighten you...by saying this, but...whatever you do...don't move until you're...ready for me to go on." The machinist's eyes took on a questioning look. Ramza closed his eyes again and answered Mustadio's unasked question in the same scarcely audible whisper. "I'm not sure...I'll be able to...control myself.... And...I don't want to...hurt you more...." Mustadio nodded, inwardly glorying in his ability to so fully test the mercenary's restraint, feeling the truth of Ramza's words evident in the way the other boy's body trembled and quaked. But he knew that if Ramza were to lose control now, it wouldn't be as pleasant as the mercenary had planned; all of Ramza's careful preparations would be for naught.
Mustadio took a few deep breaths, willing his body to relax. Finally, his body adjusted to the mercenary's initial penetration, and Mustadio hooked his knees over Ramza's elbows and pulled the other boy closer, arching his hips toward his lover. Ramza bit down on a loud moan at the move and pulled back a bit, then gently propelled his hips forward, beginning a slow, gradual cadence. With a moan, the machinist shifted his legs so that he could wrap them around Ramza's waist, meeting the mercenary's unhurried thrusts. Soon Mustadio began to push harder against Ramza, almost slamming himself against the other boy, and Ramza groaned quietly. The mercenary quickened the pace of his movements, head thrown back, and then began stroking his hands over Mustadio's lithesome body. '...Mustadio, do you even know...what feeling you this close does to me...the way...it makes me feel...?'
For his part, Mustadio was aware of little more than his own surging emotions. 'Oh, my God.... I don't just want him. I need him. I...love him....' The startling realization nearly brought tears to his eyes. 'Ramza, don't ever leave me....'
Mustadio's thoughts were cut off when Ramza changed his angle ever so slightly, the mercenary's arousal hitting the sensitive spot inside his lover. The engineer arched his back and gripped Ramza's wrists tightly, inhaling a swift breath through his nose to avoid screaming once again. He coaxed softly, "...Ramza...faster.... Please...." His hands traveled up to sweep over his lover's chest in a hurried motion.
Ramza leaned down to wrap his arms around the engineer's waist, purring quietly. With a sudden motion of Ramza's body, Mustadio found himself straddling the other boy's lap, Ramza lying on the floor underneath him. Obliging Mustadio's plea, Ramza's deep, eager thrusts gained speed within the mechanic. Mustadio's back arched and he pressed himself closer to Ramza, who gripped the engineer's hips tightly and pulled him yet closer, driving into him again and again.
The mechanic nearly cried out when Ramza's hand reached to grasp his arousal and stroke the hardened male flesh in time with his thrusts. Mustadio moved in time with the mercenary's rhythm, moaning softly at the feeling of Ramza stroking him inside and out. The machinist's body began to quiver, balanced on the knife-edge of release.
Ramza leaned up to kiss Mustadio desperately, stifling a loud moan. The mercenary's free hand wrapped around Mustadio's waist, pulling him closer, keeping the mechanic in time with his rhythm. Nibbling the skin of Mustadio's neck, the mercenary's lips made their way to Mustadio's ear. Ramza whispered, "Mustadio...God, I need you...." The engineer moaned helplessly at Ramza's words.
Mustadio decided to gamble, risking his heart. He whispered in Ramza's ear, "I...need you, too. But that's not all.... I...I love you, Ramza..."
Ramza buried his face in Mustadio's shoulder, muffling a fervid, desperate groan as his control shattered. Then he pushed Mustadio back down to lie on the floor, thrusting into the engineer with fast, powerful movements, kissing him with abandon, still stroking Mustadio's member in time with his motions. It was a good thing Ramza was kissing the engineer, otherwise Mustadio's cry of ecstasy would have been heard all over the city. The machinist's body convulsed with spasms, his inner muscles clamping down on Ramza's length as the essence of Mustadio's passion spilled over the mercenary's hand. At the feel of the engineer's muscles grasping his member so tightly, Ramza soon followed suit, his body quivering in excitement.
The mercenary gently removed himself from Mustadio's body, feeling a stab of guilt at the boy's slight wince of discomfort. Ramza lay down beside the machinist, holding the other boy against him tightly. Mustadio sighed happily, but he wished that the mercenary returned his feelings. He firmly refused to think about that; he had no regrets. All he'd done was make love with the one he loved with all his heart.
"I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner," Ramza whispered, "but I was a little preoccupied."
Mustadio asked, "Sorry you didn't say what sooner?"
The mercenary leaned close to Mustadio's ear once again. "I'm sorry I didn't say that I love you sooner."
"You--you do?"
Ramza nodded. "I love you. I realize it now." He sighed. "Much as I'd like to stay like this, I think we'd better get cleaned up and get back out there. Your father is probably wondering what's keeping us." He stood, helping Mustadio to his feet and admiring the young man.
The mechanic nodded. "You're probably right. Well, I'll bet I can walk now. My head feels fine now. Guess all I needed was some TLC, huh?" He snickered.
"I wasn't tender at the end," Ramza replied, his tone full of self-depreciation.
"That's okay," Mustadio replied. "It felt...wonderful." He smiled shyly.
"Next time," Ramza declared sensuously, "we're going to be someplace where you can scream all you like."
The smile on Mustadio's face broadened. "...I'd like that...."
Soon, the pair was cleaned up and dressed. Sure enough, Mustadio's injury to the head didn't seem to be bothering him as much as it had been earlier. Just as Mustadio was straightening his hair, Ramza looked down at the vial still on the floor where Mustadio had set it. "You'd better put that away," he suggested, pointing at the little bottle. "We don't want your father to find out, do we?"
"Ack! I forgot about that thing!" Quickly, the engineer grabbed the vial from the floor, giving Ramza an enticing view of his backside as he bent over to retrieve the small vial. He put the closed vial back in his tool pouch and finished straightening his hair. "Well, are we all done?" Mustadio questioned.
Ramza thought a moment. "Not quite." Before Mustadio could ask what else had to be done, the mercenary had grabbed the other boy and pulled him into his arms for a passionate kiss. When the kiss ended, he released Mustadio and said, "Okay, now we're done." He smirked.
"Tease," Mustadio gibed, and Ramza chuckled.
[Fin]
The Manipulator and the Subservient
"He's...dancing...." After a moment, the Steel Giant stopped dancing, and Mustadio uncovered his face. "I wonder if he's strong?" the blond mechanic wondered.
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