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"You sure about this, babe?" Peter asked for the third time, one hand
idly running over my bare chest as he lay next to me. "We can
just...you know...do it like we usually do."

I couldn't help smiling.  It always gives me a warm feeling whenever
Peter decides to go mother hen on me.  "But that's not the fantasy,"
I pointed out.  "And you know you want to."

"You gotta want it, too, Mikey."  His voice was firm.  "Don't feel
like you have to do this."

"And you know me well enough to know that I don't do anything I don't
want to.  Especially when it comes to this."  I paused as a thought
suddenly came to mind.  "Unless you don't want to go through with it?"

"It's not that," Peter said quietly.  "I do want to...that way...with
you.  It's all I've been thinking about since you mentioned it."  He
paused. "I guess...I'm just a little suprised you trust me that much
after everything, that's all."

I frowned, confused.  When I finally figured out what Peter meant
by "everything", my eyes widened in suprise. "Love, it's been months
since everything with the Alliance. It was a storyline.  It had
nothing to do with us."

"Didn't it?" he asked softly.  "I know I hurt you, leaving like that."

"And I hurt you by throwing it in your face when it all turned to
hell."  Very gently I kissed him.  "It's all over, love.  You
left...but you came back."  I kissed him again, a little deeper this
time.  I wanted his mind off the past and back on me. "I love you.
And there's no one in the world I trust more."  Another long, deep
kiss and Peter let out a little moan when I drew away.  "I want
this.  With you."

"Fuck, Mikey, you keep talking like that and I won't get a chance to
do anything."  Brushing a kiss of his own across my lips, he eased my
arms over my head. "All you have to do is say stop and I will, okay?"

I shook my head.  "We need more than that with this.  Once you start
driving me crazy I'm bound to say anything and not mean it."  I
thought for a moment.  "If I call you Tazz, that means I want you to
stop."  It was a good safe word; I never called him Tazz outside of
work.

"Okay, babe, we'll do it that way."  He leaned over me, brushing a
finger along my beard.  "Love you."

"Love you, too."  Silver flashed in the dim light as I heard soft
clicks, the cold kiss of metal surrounding my wrists and locking me
to the headboard.  I was now at Peter's mercy.

Which - to quote DDP - is not a bad thing.  It's definitely a good
thing.

He stood next to the bed for a moment, hands on his hips, surveying
his handiwork.  He suddenly grinned.  "You should see how sexy you
look like that, babe."

Personally, I had my doubts. I'm not built like Peter is - or like
any of the wrestlers for that matter. Pale, skinny - I still wonder
some days what Peter sees in me.  Now, handcuffed to the bed and
dressed only in a pair of boxers that my erection was threatening to
burst out of, I couldn't help feeling a little ridiculous.

Peter seemed to know what I was thinking, because his grin turned
into a gentle smile.  "You don't look ridiculous."  He kissed my
forehead.  "You look beautiful."

I snorted.  "You need glasses," I commented, sighing as he nuzzled my
ear.  That's always been one of my weak spots. "Peter..."

"You want me to prove it to you, Mikey baby?" All I could do was nod
before his lips captured mine.  I couldn't help moaning; our kisses
before had been playful, just bordering on passion.  This one was
full of desire, drenched with need and guarenteed to stoke the fire
already burning in me.

His hands began to travel, going over my body with feather-light
caresses. I squirmed, biting back a whimper as he brushed one of my
nipples. "Peter...love, please..."

"Oh, no you don't, babe.  You're not gonna rush me with this."  he
paused, flashing a devilish grin. "I'm gonna take my time with you."

This time my whimper was audible.  Oh, I was in trouble.  I was going
to pay for every single but of teasing I've ever subjected Peter to.
Knowing him, he hadn't forgotten a moment of it.

"Can I see you at least?"  I asked, indicating the track pants he was
still wearing.  I knew he wasn't wearing any underwear and his
arousal was obvious, the nylon material stretched tightly across his
groin.

To my frustration he shook his head.  "Not just yet.  I've got some
things I want to do first."  With that he leaned down and flicked one
of my nipples with his tongue.

My breath caught in my throat as Peter moved from one nipple to the
other, tonguing them into two erect buds, sucking on them until they
ached from the attention.  I squirmed helplessly as he moved lower,
kissing and licking his way down my belly to the waistband of my
shorts.  My breath quickened into harsh gasps as he nuzzled my
trapped erection.  "Oh God..."

Peter replaced his lips with his hands, pausing for a moment.  "Can I
take these off you?"

"Yes."  I lifted my hips to give him easier access, watching eagerly
as he tossed them aside. "What are you planning to do?"

"You'll see," he said, his hands going back to my hips. He leaned
over and kissed me.  "You're so beautiful, baby."

"So are you.  What I can see, that is."  I sighed, arching into his
touch.  "And I love your hands."

"You do, huh?"  He chuckled. "Like it when I do this?"  He ran a
finger along the length of my erection and my sigh turned into a
moan.  "I guess that's a yes."

"Take it however you want," I managed to get out, squirming
uncontrollably.  "Just...do something...please."

"I thought I was."  Peter teased as his finger traced invisible
patterns along my hipbone and down my thighs.  "Did you have another
idea?"

I let out an inarticulate little moan and screwed my eyes shut.  He
was going to kill me before he was done, I just knew it.  I was going
to die of frustration.  "Anything...I don't care what..." I said
rashly, trying to rub myself against those wonderfully teasing
hands.  "Just don't leave me like this..."

His lips brushed against mine.  "Never, babe."  His head ducked down
and before I could say anything else he slid his mouth over my aching
cock.

I cried out, jerking hard against my chains. This was a rare
pleasure; we usually didn't take time for this as busy as we were
because we usually don't have much time together.  It's a lot of
stolen moments for us.  This time, Peter was making good on his
statement to take things slow, drawing it out to the point where I
just knew I'd be screaming my head off by the time he was through
with me.

He put his large hands on my hips, holding me down as he teased me
with his lips and tongue.  My breath quickened as I watched his head
bob up and down; he looked so incredibly sexy sucking me that
watching him only turned me on even more.  And when he slid a hand
under me, brushing against my balls, running the tip of his finger
across the opening to my body, I couldn't think, could barely
remember to breathe.  My world turned nova a split second later as my
come spilled sown Peter's waiting throat.

He swallowed everything I had, licking me clean before he eased up to
kiss my panting lips.  "You're still delicious, babe," he said,
grinning.  "Like some kind of exotic milkshake."

I laughed breathlessly.  "I don't think you're going to find that
flavor at the ice cream parlor down the street."

He kissed me again, deep enough for me to taste myself.  "Then I'll
just have to keep drinking you down," he purred.  "'Cause you're
addicting."

I shivered.  "So are you."  I murmurred, my eyes drifting down to
Peter's crotch. "Let me taste?"

He eyed me doubtfully.  "You want out, babe?" he asked, indicating my
chains with a nod of his head. "You know what you gotta say."

I shook my head; I wasn't ready to be let loose yet.  "No...Come
here.  You can manage it...just let me taste a little."  When Peter
hesitated still, I licked my lips suggestively.  "Please?"

He groaned as he took off his track pants finally. "Damn, babe.  I
don't know why I let you talk me into this."  He straddled me, his
knees pressed under my arms as he leaned against the wall for
support. "Okay?"

"Defintely."  All I had to do was lift my head up a little; the angle
was perfect. I proved it by taking Peter's cock in my mouth and was
rewarded with a long, low groan.

I licked him eagerly, drinking down the salty-sweet fluid leaking
out, my own arousal returning with every moan and sigh from Peter.  I
loved doing this; there aren't a lot of ways I can drive him as crazy
as he drives me, but this works every time.

Before he let me finish, he pulled away, silencing my protests with a
kiss.  "No.  Not like this," he murmured.  "Wanna be in you, baby."

I couldn't help moaning a little; he drives me insane when he talks
like that.  "Yes...love, please.  Do it now."

"Shh, Mikey babe."  He quieted me with a touch before reaching into
the bedside drawer.  "I'm getting there.  Just hang on."  Coating two
fingers with lube, he slid his hand between my legs and under my
ass.  He worked then inside me easily, getting me ready.  "Don't
wanna hurt you, baby."

I swallowed hard.  "You could never hurt me."  I breathed.

He stopped and stared, his dark eyues wide.  Then he very gently
reached up to brush my hair back.  "I could," he said softly.  "I'm
gonna make damn sure I don't, though."  Removing his fingers, he
moved into position, leaning down to kiss me tenderly.  "Love you."

"Love you."  I arched my head back and wrapped my legs around him,
letting out a long, drawn out little moan as he slowly entered
me.  "Oh God...love you so much..."

I know, baby.  Fuck, you feel so good."  Wrapping his arms around me,
he began a slow, deep thrust. "So hot...and tight.  Incredible."  He
nuzzled my ear. "So fucking incredible."

I couldn't answer him; I was too busy thrashing against my chains and
trying to meet his thrusts with my own, which wasn't easy considering
Peter's weight and the awkward position I was in.  He felt so good
filling me though that I didn't mind the awkwardness or how badly my
arms were beginning to ache.  All I could think about was the sharp
bolt of pleasure that came with every thrust, sending me higher than
I've ever been until I was teetering on the edge, waiting to be
pushed over.

Just then one of Peter's hands caressed up my arm to clasp one of my
bound hands.  That simple act of joining together not only our bodies
but out hearts, our very souls, was the last thing I could take.  My
orgasm slammed into me, tearing a scream from me that Peter echoed as
he came deep inside me.

He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, his face buried in my
heaving chest.  I tugged at my chains feebily, wanting my hands free
so I could hold him.  That had been the only bad thing about being
handcuffed like this; I couldn't wrap my arms around him.

I was just about to call Peter Tazz when he lefted his head up and
reached for the key.  "Sorry, babe.  Didn't mean to forget you," he
apologized as he unlocked my cuffs and gently eased my aching arms
down.  He rubbed them carefully, concern crossing his face when he
saw me wince.  "You okay, Mikey?  Did I hurt you?"

I shook my head and immediately put my arms around his neck. "No.
You didn't hurt me." I kissed him for emphasis.  "They're just a
little sore, that's all.  A good sore...doing it like that was fun."

The concern was replaced by a self-satisfied little smile, but I
couldn't blame him for that.  "Yeah, it was...kinda."

My brow furrowed in confusion. "Kinda?  You didn't like it?"  It had
been his fantasy, after all.

"Oh, I liked it jsut fine," he corrected as he wrapped his arms
around me.  "It's just...I missed your arms around me."  A blush
darkened his cheeks.  "You know?"

"Yeah, I know," I murmured in complete understanding.  "I missed
holding you, too." Cupping his face in my hands, I drew him into a
long, gentle kiss.

When I was done my arms went back around his neck as he moved to lay
next to me. I glanced at the gleaming handcuffs as he reached over to
click off the light.  "You'll see Raven before I will.  Will you give
those back to him?"

"Sure."  He paused.  "Unless..."

I caught the look on his face.  "Unless what?" I asked, curious.

He settled back into my arms, the moonlight casting a soft glow
across his face.  "Unless...you want to use them on me?"

An image immediately sprung to mind of Peter naked and chained to the
bed, and incredibly a flash of arousal swept through me.  "You'd let
me do that?" I breathed, eyes wide.  Usually he's the one in charge
in bed, a fact I'm quite happy with most of the time.

"Yeah."  he said immediately.  He brushed his finger across my
cheek.  "I trust you, baby."

I glanced at the handcuffs again.  Like I said, usually I'm more than
happy when he's in charge. But I do have one fantasy - and it's one
I've never told him about - where Peter is completely at my mercy,
helpless to my every command.

I turned back to Peter and smiled.  "Well...think Raven would mind if
we kept them awhile longer?"

A delighted look crossed my lover's face and he laughed.  "No, I
don't think so.  He said he had an extra pair."

I snuggled close.  "Good."