Seductive Darkness

Chapter: 4 – Gasps in the Dark

Characters: Young/Rush - SGU

Genre: Slash

Spoilers/Warnings: Season 1 Eps 1-4, with photos at LJ, Mature Content.

Summary: Young and Rush get tied up together.

A/N: Ok, so the tension finally brings us forward to the place we want them to be.

Chapter Four: Gasps in the Dark

Young paused in front of Rush remembering when Rush gripped his wrist earlier when he let Rush hold him in place.

Rush cut the rope in half and put the closed pocket knife next to the lotion and cup of water by the bed. Young watched as Rush held the rope up forming an M then rotated the tops of the M away from each other several times.

"Come here." Rush held both of the loops together and pulled a bandana out of his backpack. "Wrap the cloth around your wrist then hold it out to me."

Young hesitated watching Rush with the rope and looking down at the other piece by his feet. "Only one."

Rush nodded his head yes as he slipped the loops over Young's wrist over the cloth. He then gripped the ends that hung together just above the parts where it was twisted and used his other hand to slide the twisted part of the rope down toward Young's wrist locking it in place.

Young thought the piece that slid down to his wrist now looked kind of like a braid or rattle snake's tail. The ends that were in Rush's hand were several feet long and just about the same in length.

Young thought, He has done this before. "Your wife?"

Rush pulled on the rope bringing Young closer, "No, and don't talk about her. Before her. College. I was with one of the professors there." Rush grinned and kissed Young lightly, "He would tell the students if we did not do well on our assignments that he would take us to his dungeon. That semester, I was the only one who found out that in fact he really did have one."

Young smiled with a snicker wondering what other secrets he might get from Rush, "You got a bad grade."

Rush appeared offended, "No, we got into an argument in class because I told him his equation on the board was wrong. Later that week, I ran into him in town, and he took me back to his house and made me recite equations from memory. He um was distracting me, and I got one wrong."

Somehow Young had not noticed while Rush was talking that he had laid him down on the bed on his stomach and tied the end of the rope behind where the headboard of the bed should be. Rush was also on his stomach next to Young securing the rope more fully.

Rush peered up into Young's face seeing the puzzlement, "There is a rung that holds the bed to the wall."

Rush climbed on Young rubbing his body all over Young sending little bursts of chills over Young and making him gasp. Rush finished climbing to the other side of the bed and stepped to the floor. Young looked over his should to see what he was going.

Rush picked up the other rope and folded it in his hand and climbed back over Young to lay on his other side.

Young pulled lightly on the rope, "Only one."

Rush nodded, "Yes, only one wrist."

Young shivered as Rush ran the rope over his shoulder and down his back. Rush had been grabbing at Young's as* for a while and was pleased to see the pinkness knowing it would decrease any damage. He had no intention of hurting him, but just wanted the appearance of it.

Rush thrashed the rope down on the pinkness of Young's skin then drew up his leg to run across where he had just hit. Young let out a moan, pulled on his restrained wrist and pressed his face into the blanket.

Nearly under Rush's breath, "I'm the dungeon master now."

"What?"

"Nothing." Rush tried not to laugh.

Rush straddled him and reached for the knife.

He felt Young tense under him. Rush put the closed knife in Young's free hand then reached over to the table again. Young expected him to be reaching for the lotion, but he came back with a Kino control instead.

Young's voice was low and doubtful, "Are you recording this?"

Young looked down at the knife in his hand wondering if it was now over, and Rush was going to black mail him.

Rush watched the emotions dance on Young's face for a moment before he stopped him, "We both get a copy. We cannot trust each other. Don't tell me you trust me. Would you honestly give me all of your medical files? That's right, no. Go ahead tell me you thought this might have been some elaborate scheme. But, with each of us having a copy at least we can both trust neither of us wants to jeopardize what we have. You need the military, and I need to be allowed access to this ship even if we find a way back to Earth. Everything out there in the ship will be what it is, but here when we are alone it's just us and in this one thing we trust each other."

Young held the knife looking at the rope on his wrist. "I know I feel it. When we go back out there, we are going to fight and not trust one another. You tied my wrist because you like it, but that is not the only reason. You were afraid I might react badly to the Kino. No hearts and flowers. Ok. But, I'm about to die here?"

Young handed the knife back to Rush who laughed with the knife in his hand knowing here in the darkness of his room that Young did trust him with a weapon while he was tied up.

Rush used the folded up pocket knife to run lines down Young's back, "Yes, I like seeing you tied up for me."

Rush leaned forward over Young pressing his hardness against him and bit him on the back of his neck.

Young jerked under him and a moment later whispered out of breath, "How do you know?"

Rush knew what Young would respond to, "You tell me with your body. Quiet."

Rush slid off Young to the right side while using his foot to hook under Young's leg to help pull him over onto his back. Rush lowered his mouth over Young's shaft working him for a while before he raked his nails down his chest to his hip. Young fought against the restraint letting out a wonderfully masculine sound and released.

In a dazed wonderment, Young stated, "Time for a smoke break."

Rush believed the joking was out of character, but just went with it and reached for his shirt to clean them off, "Not bloody likely."

Young's eyes hungrily followed his movements.

Rush sat back on the pillows off to the side. Rush could see the expression on Young's face that this was going to be difficult if he stayed that distance away from him.

Rush leaned forward and ran his fingers over Young's jaw, "Reach for it."

Young had to maneuver around his restrained wrist to get to change positions to return the favor. With the wonderful noises he was able to suck out of Rush, Young felt himself getting hard again. Rush noticed as well, pulled away and handed the lotion to Young. Young opened it and pored some over Rush's body and prepared him for what he was going to do.

"Are you going to untie me?"

"No."

Rush started positioning Young kind of sitting on his feet and straddled Young sitting in his lap in a way with his back to him. Young just let Rush move him around until he could tell what Rush wanted. Rush made a few adjustments and pulled Young's un-restrained hand down his chest to Rush's hardness.

They worked their bodies together and over time moved to where Rush was more on his stomach, and Young was on top working himself into Rush. Young moved his hand under Rush again, so that Rush would thrust himself into Young's hand. Young's other hand reached up gripping Rush's hair holding him in place. Rush moaned out his release, which pushed Young over the edge to fall with him.

Over time, Rush untied Young. Rush started drifting off even as Young was cleaning them up.

Young ran a hand over the back of his neck where Rush bit him earlier and hoped it would not leave a mark. He inspected his wrist and there was no sign he had been tied up to Rush's bed.

Young did not know how he was going to go back to working with the mad scientist and being at odds with him the whole while thinking of sex.

Young started to put his clothing on to return to his own room, but could not leave the room knowing when he did the trust would be broken. Outside this room, they were not friends or lovers.

Well, that was one way to shut him up, Young thought to himself as he secured the footage, put up the knife and climbed back into bed with Rush.

Young remembered a song that his wife listened to by someone called Owens. Before he could stop himself, he was whispering some of the words, while moving Rush's hair out of his face.

"Skillet on the stove is such a temptation,

Maybe I'll be the special one that doesn't get burned.

What the fu** was I thinking?

Love tears me up like a demon.

Opens the wounds and fills them with lead,

and I'm having some trouble just breathing.

If we weren't such good friends I think that I'd hate you.

If we weren't such good friends I'd wish you were dead

Oh it's so embarrassing

I'm this awkward and incomparable thing,

And I'm running out of places to hide.

What the fu** was I thinking?"

A/N: And, I didn't think there would be a way to make Rush speechless. *ponders what else the smut oh sorry plot bunnies know about Rush*