Miguel was dreaming. One of those dreams that left his body reacting against his will. He could feel those fingertips caressing that same place on his jaw just below his left ear, tracing the line of his bone. This is how it always began, then a breath and that same gentle kiss. He would turn his head on the pillow to allow greater access, stretching his neck, longing for the fingers to move on, to explore.

He would moan, "Si," and, as the fingers travelled downwards to follow collar bone to the centre of his chest, "Por favor, quien? Who?" Never a reply just those hands playing, pressing across his torso. They seemed fascinated by his muscles, outlining, inspecting, caressing. Palm circling on his belly making him shudder as the hand pressed under the waistband of his boxershorts to tease at the top of his cock.

As he began to stir, he would place his own hand above the visitor forcing it lower onto his prick, lifting his knees, pushing into the bed with feet and shoulders, forcing his hips up, pushing forwards into that hand wanting to be grasped hard. But this time his hand wouldn't move. In his dream he tried again but couldn't raise it from besides his head. Pulling, he realised in his dream that this time it was tied!

He awoke, hadn't realised he'd managed to fall asleep. He moved. Shit he was tied! Wrists strapped to the uprights of the bunk, it took but a moment to slam back into reality. He froze rigid, his first impulse to fight held in check by the hand pressing his belly, the fingers on his cock. With horror his eyes turned to find those of Nikoli smiling down at him. "So, my Mikhail, you awaken."

He could do nothing but stare. All he knew were those glinting eyes, the pounding of his heart and the heat of the hand managing to pin him to the bunk with almost no effort. His short hair was gently grasped and, as the hand left his belly to gently run up to his jaw the same place as in his dreams, he felt his hips lift as if to follow. Nikoli's hot mouth clamped onto his own and he was treated to one of those punishing kisses, long and breathless as his tongue played with Miguel's lips, dipping in, circling, thrusting. Miguel had forgotten to breathe. Now he felt like he was drowning.

He finally began to fight, his legs moving but brought up short as his ankles reached the end of their tethers. He began to buck, feeling he would pass out when he was released to lie panting, his whole body heaving as he dragged in deep, shuddering breaths.

Nikoli sat back on his heals watching, his head following eyes as he took in all of the man prone in front of him from his shorts with the slight telltale tenting, up the smooth muscled heaving torso and back to that face. The face he had seen for the first time only a few weeks ago and had decided held everything he wanted, craved for.

Alvarez' breathing calmed and he pulled at the bindings at his wrists, the tethers on his feet. "You fucking bastard. Let me loose! Untie me!" A slight laugh the only response. "Come on man. Enough! Untie me NOW!" He wasn't sure if he was pleading or furious.

"Do you truly believe I should?" He placed a hand on the side of Miguel's head, beginning to play with his hair.

Jerking his head away, "Yes," through clenched teeth. "Untie me!"

Pulling gently at the short dark locks. "But Mikhail? Do you truly believe I would?"

God, why had he fallen asleep? No, he didn't believe he would be loosed. Nikoli had got him, got him good with time to play! Miguel strained against the bindings trying to see over the bastard's head to the glass. Where was a Hack when you needed one? Always appearing at the worst possible moment now there was no movement beyond the pod, he could see no torch light of one doing the rounds. He had no idea what time it was, how long till 'dawn'. Darkness, but it was always dark here. No lightening at the windows just darkness then stark 'daylight'.

He collapsed back to the bunk, there was nothing he could do. This man would be able to do anything he wanted and Miguel was powerless! The only options he had were to keep struggling, his wrists and ankles were already sore or he could just give in, concede defeat and pray it would be over soon. He couldn't fight anymore.

All his strength left him with the certainty that the ass raking he had always managed to avoid was about to happen. He just went still. Let this bastard do as he would. He'd not get any resistance from him. No response either! Alvarez determined he would not allow his body to overrule his mind this time. Nikoli would get nothing from him.

Wait. Yell! He would yell loud and long. Get the Hacks to come bursting in. Drawing a breath, a hand clamped over his mouth. Tutting, "Do I have to gag you now?" Alvarez knew he would do it. "Don't spoil this for me. No blindfold as I want to see your eyes as you come for me. To kiss those lips. I do not want anything in my way!"

Miguel looked up at him, at a complete loss, he just looked. Seeming satisfied, the Russian leant forwards removing his hand to place a soft kiss on his lips, his chin, then jaw line, taking time over his favourite place where hard jaw gave way to softness, tracing kisses into the flesh under the bone. Continuing down Miguel's neck and along his collarbone, gently sucking up skin, giving brief bites then caresses with tongue before leaving marks. Hands moved on his chest to play, tug and tease his nipples. They were still sore from the attention they had received on the last encounter and Miguel could not hold in an agonised moan as first one then the other was rebitten and slavered by a hot tongue.

He turned his head trying to force his face into the thin pillow. He wanted to muffle the noise he made as he realised it had been due to pleasure that he hissed as his left nipple was lovingly sucked, kissed then tugged by teeth. Nikoli's hands were constantly moving as mirror images over his muscled belly, over hips to work their way up his sides into the centre of his torso, then once more to descend over his prominent abs then down over belly to hips.

The mouth finally surrendered the nipple and Miguel's chest rose up distraught at the loss only to excitedly sigh as his right one was ravished. Fuck, he was responding once more, already he could not help it! His body wanted to abandon itself to the sensations and he found he had no will left not to let it. His last rebellious action was to try to imagine the mouth, the hands belonged to his sweet Maritza then maybe he could justify feeling this way but the touch of beard pressing over his grazed nipple making him jerk upwards followed by his suddenly attentive prick blew the image away.

He was licked from chin to under his upper lip where the tongue dwelled toying with his teeth. Miguel opened his mouth, pulling back his head, trying to suck in that tongue and giving meek invitation. In less time than it took his racing heart to beat once, he found his mouth being fucked by that tongue. Lips clamped to his own, clashing tongues in a battle for supremacy, fighting, pushing at each other. This time Miguel couldn't care less if he ever breathed again.

Suddenly nothing. No mouth, no hands "No..." this time body straining against bindings begging not to be left. Eyes searching for Nikoli, he was found stood by the bunk staring down, eyes boring into his own. "Nikoli?" his voice hoarse, small and tentative. Had he really called out for him? Yes, and he wanted him! Knew it now, all pretence gone, all former inhibitions given up. He wanted this man to touch him, feel him, fuck him. Oh shit. He wanted this man to fuck him! But could say no more.

Then a hand pressing down on his stomach, the other holding onto the waistband of his now bulging boxers. They were violently pulled upwards, a ripping noise but they remained cutting into his flesh, pulling hips up. A relax then another violent jerk and the seams gave and he was released. Still bound hand and foot, that final violent undressing released him from all doubt and any lingering guilt.

He could convince himself he had no choice at all, that he was taken by this man. Any response his body gave, that he gave was not of his consent because this man had taken control complete and utter. Nothing else mattered now but what this man in total control of him wanted, desired, would do to him and he found himself glad. He had no responsibility, no choice, he had no control. He was released!

As hands circled around his hips, diving under his body to massage away the marks the elastic had made, Miguel threw his head back mumbling a litany of words in a language Nikoli did not understand but knew the meaning of.

Nikoli climbed onto the bunk, knelling between the legs of the prone man. Leaning on hands either side of Miguel's chest, he stared down into the brown eyes shinning brightly in the darkened room. "Oh, my Mikhail," there were no complaints about the sounding of his name.

Alvarez just stared back up, licking lips on an open begging mouth. He watched as the face, the mouth, descended so slowly towards him. The kiss when it came was long and gentle, glorious. Miguel's lips were already swollen and extremely sensitive as he enjoyed the sensation of whiskers scratching, catching on the tender skin. All the while Nikoli's rock hard cock caught the head of his own rapidly stiffening one. Miguel closed his bent legs together against the Russian's, wanting to pull him down onto himself but the bindings prevented him success.

The kiss ended and Nikoli smiled down at him practically purring with pleasure. He then moved backwards on the bunk kissing down the centre of the younger man's body. Over chest, navel, following the line of hair on the belly then quick light pecks along the length of Alvarez's now throbbing length. He licked around the head in one movement then, taking the very tip into his mouth, his tongue very gently, very slowly ran back and forth across the slit.

Miguel surged upwards trying to force his way in but was defeated as Nikoli knelt back grinning. "No. Please," Miguel begged.

"Please what, my Mikhail?"

A pause, head straining forwards then quietly as if not really daring to speak, "Please. Don't stop!" a sob on the word.

Nikoli laughed delightedly and surged forwards, body pressed along Miguel's, arms stretched out holding onto his hands, letting his whole weight lie upon the slighter figure beneath him. Again Miguel tried to move his legs, he wanted to wrap around this man. He spoke as his face was covered in light kisses and licks, quietly and still hesitant "D..Do something nice for me?"

Nikoli pulled arms down to support himself as he moved up from Alvarez forcing his groin and hard cock to press in tighter. He actually wriggled, his hips moving cock on cock. "But surely is this not something nice?" He laughed, dipping to kiss the jaw just below Miguel's left ear. He loved that spot, the hardness contrasting with the softness next to it. Eyes dancing, he gazed into those wide, gloriously rich brown yearning ones. Miguel bit his lower lip unsure how this man above him was going to react.

"Ask me."

Miguel let it out in a rush, "Untie me. Please…..Please untie me." Plaintive. He was willing to beg if need be. He already was.

Nikoli pretended to consider, then, "No. I do not think so." He saw anguish in Miguel's eyes. "Not just yet," laughingly. Instead he began to grind rather than wiggle, the pressure on Miguel intense.

He couldn't tell if the noises he made were moans or sobs. He didn't care as he heard the answering grown of approval that sounded wrenched from Nikoli's depths. Cock grinding into cock, balls painfully clashing, Miguel could feel that 'bubbling' pressure building and knew he would cum soon, too soon. Then again, sudden movement and the body left him, moving back on his heals. Alvarez roared "NO," a hand clamping over his mouth before the whole of Em City could hear him.

"Mikhail. Hush. Quietly." But he was laughing in delight. Oh how his Mikhail wanted this! Pulling his hand away, he trailed just one finger down the centre of his Mikhail. His Mikhail who was frantically thrusting forwards off the bunk, staring at him with a face full of disbelief but he was blessedly silent.

Nikoli would not have this night stopped by Hacks rushing in to tear him away from this pleasure. He had waited too long to see that yearning in Miguel's eyes. He had used the blindfold because he could not stand the thought of seeing the hatred he would have received those first times.

That's way he had not fully taken Alvarez, had had to use extreme self control not to plunge into his prize and lose the chance to see what he now saw in those eyes, the wanting, needing of him. Totally centred on him at this moment, Miguel knew of nothing but him. The finger, joined by the rest, closed around the root of Miguel's shaft pressing in, released, pressed again then they were drawn along the length to hold just underneath the swollen head and then very, very gently pulled.

Miguel's head threw back, his whole body straining up on shoulders and feet. He looked ready to explode but Nikoli was not ready yet, would not allow it. Both hands gripped Alvarez's hips then moved around to hold him by the buttocks. Head bent, lips poised to suck him in and torchlight found them. The beam ran from the tied hands down Alvarez to rest on Nikoli's face, mouth open to surround the now still and frightened man's prick.

Miguel stared at the Hack. He wanted to scream out forbidding him to stop them. Instead he turned his face from the light and sobbed out, his bottom lip quivering. He was going to cry! Minutes ago, hours? He had searched for that light, had wanted to scream for it and some Hack to come and save him. Now he could die from it! He would kill for it to be gone!

Nikoli calmly continued to knell over Alvarez, hands trapped under the trembling body and stared at the spectator. Unlike Miguel he knew the Hack's name. The torch was lowered, illuminating the man, an amused look on his face. He tapped very quietly on the glass, shook his finger and moved his head in a tut tutting naughty gesture and, laughing to himself, moved away.

All Miguel knew was the rapid breathes on his engorged, leaking and trembling cock, then moist warmth as he was taken whole, deep into Nikoli's mouth and throat. The shuddering sobs racking his body in despair, quietening his prick, changed to the agony of pleasure, cock flooding once more as lips closed in and pulled at him. Nikoli sucked him from root to tip, then staying there, tongue pressed in at that, oh, so, sensitive spot just behind the head. Alvarez left the bunk once more, his buttocks held up in a hard grasp as Nikoli took him in whole once again.

That was it, no more, he could take no more, could not stop himself from cumming. He let go, spurting hard as Nikoli drew back slightly preferring not to choke. Miguel collapsed back down but the other was not finished, knew Miguel had more and took him in deep again causing Miguel to spurt for a second time, his body now slick with sweat, his head thrown back panting. Nikoli stripped him clean as he withdrew, swallowed the salty, slightly bitter fluid, the taste of his man. He considered him as such now, he was certain of it and knelt back, hands by Miguel's feet.

Alvarez, slowly returning from the heights, relaxed and gazed up at the Russian. He saw lust and that smile of his which no longer appeared conceited or condescending but now appeared one of satisfaction and joy. Alvarez fooled himself to believe he could see no more, he wasn't ready yet for that.

Nikoli slowly moved his hands, gently running up the moist body to lie on him once more. Miguel felt his hardened, thick and pulsing cock press into his tightly stretched belly and wanted to enfold this man in his arms, wanted to wrap his legs high and tight around him.

At the thought his legs moved, they were free! Immediately he drew them up, crossed over Nikoli's buttocks. He tensed and pulled him even closer. Nikoli kissed him, tender then deep, long and devouring. Miguel wondered at this man's control, not only of him but also of himself. He was still so hard, pushing against him slowly, beginning to move. Hands still bound, Alvarez used his legs, pulling Nikoli, trying to set a quicker harsher rhythm. Nikoli once more leant up looking down into those beautiful eyes he loved, so deep, a rich brown and dry humped onto that so taut, but still too thin, belly.

He stopped and Miguel's eyes focused on his seeing the question in them. He answered with his soul. "Si. Por favor, Nikoli, please," he begged, he actually begged for it. "Fuck me?" He had meant to demand but could he yet? Would Nikoli allow that? A sigh so deep turning to a moan of lust and wanting as Nikoli moved back causing Miguel's heart to miss a beat. Surely he wasn't going to refuse? Not this time? He had to come this time, surly?

Miguel no longer worried that he was wanting this, that he wanted his attacker to fuck him. No longer cared about all those thoughts of submission and control, of dominance and 'prags'. He wanted this, needed this and did not give a fuck as to why.

Extending a hand, Nikoli searched the edge of the bunk above him, becoming frantic until he'd found the lube he'd left ready.

Alvarez found himself trembling with excitement and with also a little trepidation. Kneeling, still staring into Miguel's eyes, Nikoli undid the tube and pressed out some lube onto, Miguel was amazed to see, shaking fingers. He watched fascinated but also frightened as the Russian spread the lubricating gel onto his cock then slowly, oh so slowly, as if savouring every moment put fingers to Alvarez's asshole. He stretched his legs high and apart not willing to give any impediment.

Miguel caught at his bottom lip. He wanted this while trying to ignore the fluttering in his belly, the uncertainty. He was sure it would hurt but didn't care anymore as he began to breathe rapidly, nervous and excited. Nikoli, smiling down at him, placed a gelled finger on his rim and began to rub gently.

Miguel stopped breathing and closed his eyes, gasping as the fingertip entered him. This he remembered but knew that this time he would have it all. He tensed up briefly, thought, 'No, not this time please', but Nikoli gave him time to adjust and, as he relaxed, pushed in further to the joint then the second, halting again, waiting for Miguel's body to give permission.

Remembering to breathe Alvarez looked to see those grey eyes watching him. He nodded silently, begging for more. Then the finger was in full. Miguel sucked in his breath, hips rising, "Please," little more than a whisper. Nikoli was giving him time, too much time. He circled the finger, retreating then pushing gently. Miguel could not keep still and he squirmed as his cock began to stir slowly. He was shocked that it reacted at all so soon but all of his reactions were amazing to him.

Another finger entered, waited then the remembered scissoring, circling, stretching, as he was prepared. Nikoli's careful fingers began to pick up pace, he could not wait much longer. He needed to know what this young man felt like on the inside. He withdrew the digits and, once more lifting Miguel's hips, lined himself up. Looking to Miguel's face as if for permission, he saw want and pushed forwards. Resistance then heat, hot tight heat and a body responding, pushing onto him. Slight tensing then….

Plunged in. Pain, sharp hot pain. Miguel cried out wanting to shout 'No it's a mistake, Stop!' But Nikoli stilled giving him the time he needed and the pain receded leaving Alvarez with a tight stretched feeling.

"Mikhail," Nikoli spoke softly. It almost sounded lovingly. "I would not hurt you."

Miguel looked at him and believed. He strained at the bindings on his wrists, wanting to hold this man's face, draw it down for a kiss. Instead he lifted his legs higher and wrapped them around Nikoli's back. The man surged forwards, no more acceptance needed and impaled himself to his limit laying out fully on the gasping man beneath him.

Slowly he began to retreat, plunge, draw back, surge forwards into Miguel, open mouth on open mouth. Miguel matched the rhythm, his head moving to catch that mouth with his lips, suck at it, lick then full on contact. The kiss grew deeper and stronger as Nikoli was egged on by the vice like grip on his back and he began a more pounding rhythm. He reared up, pulled back and thrust in so deep. He had waited for so long, had to control himself for far too long but not anymore. Harder, faster he began a punishing tempo, ramming into Miguel forgetting his words.

Miguel was gasping; he could not believe this cock in his ass. It felt so big and thick as if he was going to split apart. Yes, it was hurting him but not in the way he had expected. He was relishing the friction, the pain, more a discomfort, and ecstasy filling him up. He was already so fiercely hard, Nikoli's slight paunch rubbing and pressing against him. He thought he would cum again already so soon, too soon but the rhythm changed. Nikoli's cheek rubbing on his, hands behind his shoulders pulling him, the prick almost leaving him then being filled up again, smooth agonising slow, wonderful sliding in. Nikoli's grunts by his ears, whiskers rubbing him, then quick short sharp thrusts then nothing.

The cock still hard inside of him up to its limit and Nikoli was looking at him so closely "Mikhail?" asked with a strained husk.

"Don't stop. Oh fuck, Nikoli. Don't stop. Want it!" gasped out, forcing his hips upwards, moving trying to get that wonderful prick to keep moving, "Please," he cried "Fuck me!"

The man responded deep and harsh. His weight on Miguel, his hands followed up the slope of his arms. At last, wrists free, Alvarez immediately wrapped his arms around the larger man's back and he clung desperately, his face buried in between neck and shoulder, kissing, biting, mouth covering the jugular, tongue pressed to skin feeling the rapid pulse.

Nikoli, supporting them both, withdrew almost leaving him then, with a roar, plunged deep once more then back, rocking on Miguel's body. Deep one last time to freeze, then shudder as he came deep within.

Miguel answered arching backwards, the feel of that warm liquid inside calling forth his own. Nikoli lifted to stare into Miguel's orgasmic gaze. Together, jerks, spasms as they both emptied all they had, gave it to each other. They stayed tense, rigid then relaxed, still together, breath loud, chests heaving, this time with Nikoli's face buried in Miguel's neck.

Stillness, then Miguel's legs slid from the body above him, his arms still holding on lightly, hands spread wide upon the sweat soaked back.

Nikoli slid from Miguel with a sigh full of contentment and passion that he had never truly felt before.

Alvarez wanted to cry out at the loss, dared to grasp Nikoli's hair and pull his head back to search his eyes. He found he needed reassurance that he had been worth all the trouble.

The Russian's eyes slowly focused and that smile returned to his lips. "So, Mikhail?" he breathed, "Are you, 'My' Mikhail? Are you mine?"

Miguel answered, totally reversing the desion he had made just before last entering the Emerald City, that had involved this man's death. "No," he said and with a violent motion, completely taking Nikoli off balance, he forced the older man over, onto his back. Pinning the man down, Miguel raised himself up to stare into the Russian's wide, astonished and slightly nervous eyes.

"No," he repeated, involving himself in this man's life. "But I'll be your, Miguel." And with that, he kissed him. Hard.

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A/N. I hope you have enjoyed this fic. And if you have, why not drop me a line? I still have an affection for these, my first stories. Cheers!