Poison

“Uh… geez, Vin…” Cid said, voice quivering slightly. Vincent wasn’t sure if it was from apprehension or arousal from the sensations he was experiencing. Vincent didn’t really care either way.

This time, he was in control. He wasn’t going to let a little nervousness from his partner put a damper on what he’d started.

Vincent made a show of slowly pulling the duct tape off of the ream. The sound it made was like nails on a chalkboard. Worse, because of the evil glint in Vincent’s eye as he did it. Cid tried visibly not to flinch as Vincent ripped the section off, and started to approach him.

“Don’t worry, baby.” he said, trying and failing to keep the smile off his face. “If you’re good, this won’t hurt a bit.”


Author's Note: This was written for a challenge on dA. Pick a song, and write what you visualize for it. I picked Alice Cooper's "Poison."

I may or may not add on to this. Depends on my mood.