Title: Flying

Author: RabidX (Rabid_x@yahoo.com)

Website: http://www.wrssproductions.com/boilingpoint/

Rating: NC-17

Pairing / Main characters: Jono/???

Series/Sequel: complete, answer to the 'Chamber in Handcuffs' challenge

Summary: Master and servant among the X-men.

Disclaimer: Jono and the other one belong to Marvel. If they were mine, this sorta thing would be DRAWN, baby! No money, just feedback. Feed me, I write more that way.

Archive/Distribution: Sure! Just let me know where, ok?

Date: Aug 2001

Warning: m/m sex and BDSM scene

Notes: AU all the way. After Chamber joins the X-Men. "Screw the Roses, Give Me the Thorns" is a must for BDSM sceners or just those curious!

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Flying

By RabidX

 

"On your knees!"

Jono's head jerked around at that. Strong hands grasped the side of his head and turned it back to face front. He shuddered at the feel of the long fingers in his hair. He sank to his knees, as ordered. He tried to figure out what was coming next, straining to hear and see in the dark room. Suddenly, there was something cold and thin slipping under his bandages. A knife.

The knife sliced away the black, rubberized wraps and Jono began to shake as they fell to the floor. His usual red/orange psi-fire was throbbing the blue/white of low power. He felt exposed with his back uncovered, head down, body naked, no real power to speak of.

Hands, long-fingered, callused hands, ran up and down his back. Stroking and scratching lightly, spidering up his spine in a completely opposite way from the harshness of the voice. Goosebumps raised up and down his arms. He wanted to press back into the hands, but he hadn't been told he could. He didn't want to upset the man behind him.

The hands left his back and returned to his head after a second. They wrapped heavy, dark fabric over his eyes and tied it behind his head. He moaned inwardly as fingers ran through his long hair, pulling some of it up from under the blindfold. A soft kiss was placed on his forehead, as a sharp blow fell on his ass. He jerked forward, falling on outstretched hands to stop himself. He stayed that way, knowing he wasn't going to get permission to move.

He heard a clinking rattle of metal behind him. One end of a set of handcuffs snapped around his left wrist. He was pulled forward, staggering a bit on his knees, and heard the short chain being strung through the bar he knew was in front of him. There was a hiss of inpatience from the man behind him.

"I'm going to take the power restraint off your right wrist."

Jono shook his head. He was afraid of what would happen if his powers weren't dampened.

"Yes, I am. I don't like it anyway."

Jono thought briefly of snapping his fingers, the safeword, or sign, they had decided on, knowing he couldn't speak while his powers were down. He changed his mind when he felt those strong hands in his hair again. He trusted the man to know what he was doing. He hunched his shoulders when he felt the inhibitor cuff come off. He could feel his power gathering back.

"God, you are so beautiful."

Jono felt warmth flow through him at those words. He sighed happily when his free wrist was snapped into the handcuffs. He was safe and this man wouldn't hurt him. Well, wouldn't hurt him in ways he didn't want. He wondered what sort of picture he made, on his knees, arms up as though appealing to a deity, weight on his
elbows against the wall, chained handcuffs and his psi-fire flickering, lighting the room. He wondered if he was, indeed, beautiful as the man said.

Thoughts fled his mind as another blow fell on his backside. A soothing rub on the small of his back, then another blow. Another. He moaned and felt himself slipping away with each blow. His eyes rolled back in his head and he leaned against the chains. It felt like he was falling, flying through blue skies and clouds. Warm, safe, completely at ease.

"John."

His head lolled back at the sound. No one called him 'John'. Only... He shook his head. He had no idea how long he had been gone, how long the man had been calling him. Kisses were being placed on the back of his neck, down his spine. A hot tongue licked back up and teeth grated and bit at his shoulders. He shivered and shook his head again.

He felt the man's hardness press between his cheeks. He realized he was wet back there and had to refrain from wiggling. He didn't want this to stop now. Wasn't sure he wanted it to stop ever. He arched his back, helplessly, as he was driven into. One hand gripped his hip tight, the other tangled in his hair and pulled his head back.

"Yeeessssss." The man hissed in his ear. "You feel so fucking good, John."

*T...thank y...you, Sir.* Jono stammered mentally, knowing he was expected to answer this.

"What do you want, John?"

*Please touch me, Sir.* Jono begged.

"Where?" Growled softly in his ear.

*My cock, please, Sir!* Jono cut off his next thoughts, knowing he would have been babbling.

The hand on his hip wrapped around his erection and pumped him viciously. He couldn't stop his mental cries of pleasure and he felt himself slipping again. Flying until he could hear the words he was waiting for.

"Cum for me, John." Demanded his Master.

Jono howled as he did, stars exploding behind his tightly shut eyes. He was only dimly aware of his Master shouting out his name. Shouting and pumping deep in him. He shook all over as he slowly came down, those hands again stroking his back, lips purring words in his ears.

He felt his hands being uncuffed, his wrists being caressed and kissed. His Master then moved away from him. He stayed, kneeling, facing the wall until he heard a small click behind him.

"Turn around, John." Came from a short distance away.

Carefully, Jono turned on his knees, wincing at the burn in them. He knew he would have a bit of rug burn there. When he was turned, he placed his hands, palms up, on his knees.

"Take off your blindfold and look at me, John." Came his next order.

This was new. He furrowed his brow, but did as he was told. He reached up and undid the knot, pulling the blindfold away. He blinked a bit, regaining focus and looked toward his Master. His eyes widened as he stared into eyes as blue as the sky he flew through.

Scott smiled and put his glasses back on. He took off the inhibitor cuff and handed Jono another set of bandages.

 

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