No, it isn't over...sequel to "Battle Tactics," enjoy!

I highly recommend the songs "Mercy in You" and "Stripped" of which the title was borrowed. They were an excellent source of inspiration for this segment.

Stripped

Tear up the rulebook. I'm done with this game.

He abruptly leapt at me, and I have no time to react. I fell down on the bed, and then he was above me.

His ministrations were gruff, as I think I upset him with my earlier taunting. But I was seeking to stir him up, and I succeeded. So the point is mine.

He leaned in close to my face, his lips only a few tangible inches from mine, and I feel warm breath on my features. He gazes at me intently, his eyes exploring my own.

I have asked for this, this sweet torment, this unavoidable surrender, welcomed it with open arms, but I do not think I was ready for what I was requesting. I could so easily crumble under his touch; he is seeking to break me. Why is he so strong and all the weakness in me? My resolve is wearing thin, one more caress could break me, and one more kiss could kill me.

So it's his move.

He angles his head slightly, barely grazing my mouth with his own, and then suddenly, he swipes his tongue over my lips, a quick, but sensual gesture.

oh touché.

I don't speak; words are so unnecessary between us. I make motions to rise, as he slides off the bed, straddling my legs and kneeling before me.

There is just something so acutely exciting about seeing Heero's head between my legs.

I felt his teeth barely raze the skin of my inner thigh, and in return I lightly bit my own lip. With clumsy gestures I encouraged him to proceed, squeezing his shoulders in a silent plea, but he did not relent. Perhaps relishing in this, he advanced with languid, teasing gestures, guiding his tongue over quivering skin-I admit I was trembling. I felt my whole body go taut as a drawn crossbow, as his lips faintly grazed my shaft, and then they were gone, then a low whimper discharged from my lips.

So it appears, I am at his mercy. How unsettling.

He imposed a soft kiss on the inside of my thigh, as if to atone for his wrongdoing.

I await his next move, just as an opposing foe, trapped within the walls of their citadel, waits for the next blow to tear through the door and shake the foundations of stone. He will raise my fortress to the ground.

But foe? No. Perhaps, my savior after all.

A dam cannot forever hold the swelling river, just as I cannot withstand this assault much longer. His slightest smile or embrace is as if to say, "How long will you hide in your tower of stone?"

Not long.

Tracing his lips over my skin, he places a tentative kiss on the tip of my erection, and I buckle.

The final blow is delivered, and I cave; the barricade is broken. Bereft of a protective barrier, stripped to the bone, left vulnerable and exposed. I surrender to it. I was fighting the long defeat.

I dispelled a throaty moan, as he began massaging my testicles in his cupped hand, such intimacy I have never experienced before, and I am beside myself.

But he did not cease, and I began raking my fingers through his hair, urging him on, though my motions were distracted and inelegant.

In deliberately slow ministrations, he began to suck on my testicles, actually rolling his tongue. I removed my quaking hands from his shoulders, and laid flat against the bed, grabbing fistfuls of the linens, and emitting a loud groan. He persisted, teasing the sensitive flesh, and before I could will myself to stop, I began to whimper softly.

Such delicious torture.

I will not reiterate my utterances voiced in ecstasy, a serious of colorful words and impassioned cries, because such crude words would cheapen the moment. Also, you would laugh at me.

There was no way around it, he had me beseeching him, at his mercy, and I both liked and hated it at the same time. Pride is forgotten in these heated and hasty moments.

He is going to give me a hickey if he does not desist. Already I am so close to the edge, and he has not even started yet.

I grimaced faintly as the skin became raw, and he sensed this, relenting some, then he tenderly began lapping at the abrasion, and that alone was almost enough to make me shoot my wad. Almost.

I reclined back, giving a louder, guttural moan. He continued with his motions at a tauntingly slow pace.

He finished abruptly, and not expecting it, I raised my head somewhat and cracked an eye open to regard him. Actually, I hadn't remembered closing my eyes. I was transfixed as he gingerly kissed the head of my penis, briefly wetting his lips with his tongue, then in agonizingly measured gestures, he started to suck on the tip. I arched my back, another groan escaping my trembling lips, and it took much reserve not to thrust my hips and plunge my erection into that beautiful, excruciatingly warm and moist mouth. I will not withstand this.

He gradually began to draw my penis further into his throat, and without my willing it, I adhered my legs to his sides. I am getting closer, if he persists, I will rupture.

A little further, three inches. This is sweet madness.

Two inches. Delicious torture.

I can't take anymore.

I felt my body go rigid and I drew in a ragged breath as my eyes fluttered shut and I came with a shout, hopelessly moaning his name, it could not be prevented. I lay still for a moment, and then slowly raised my head to regard him, meeting a very puzzled look. I tensed faintly, realizing my folly, and averted my eyes.

"What befell"? I heard him inquire. All I could do was give a small shrug, and finding my voice I averred lowly, "it felt good."

He quirked his brow faintly, and replied soberly, "I did not even commence." I eyed him momentarily, then muttered, "but you were going to."

A weak defense, but it's all I have.

He studied me, and uttered, "but I did not."

I feel like an ass.

I could feel a flush creeping over my features, and I detested it. I forced my voice to be steady, and returned, "well, I like you."

Damnit, had I really just said that?

Heero regarded me for a moment longer, and I could not read him. Shit.

Slowly he began to rise, and proceeded to exit the room. I jumped to my feet, I wanted him to stay.

But why stay?

Because I wanted him to come? Because I never wanted this to end? Because I like myself better when I'm with him?

Perhaps for all of those reasons.

I followed him into the hall, grabbing his hand quickly and holding him still. He regarded me in question, and unable to resist, I pulled him close, and kissed him firmly. He responded ardently, and I secured my hands on his hips, drawing him nearer, until his penis was flush against my own.

He began to slowly grind his erection against my groin, and stated soberly, "I acutely desire to ejaculate."

I grinned at him, meeting his lips with mine in a swift and fervent pressing, muttering between kisses as I began to lead him back to the bedroom, "Then where were you going?" I asked.

His reply was muffled, "I assumed you were overwhelmed."

I smiled again, cupping my hands against his buttocks, and pushed him back onto the mattress, and voiced simply, "I am."

But this is far from over.