Bound

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Title: Bound
Fandom: apurgatorium, Gundam 00
Pairing: Hallelujah/Lockon
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Written for Nyx.



For the most part, Lockon Stratos was a heavy sleeper. Once he was out, he was generally out for the night. There were exceptions, of course; he'd somehow trained himself to awaken at the telltale signs of Allelujah having nightmares (the trembling body against his, hitched breath, the sobs or even screams that sometimes accompanied them). Generally, however, he was an unconscious sack of Gundam Meister from the moment he kissed his fiancé goodnight to the moment that Haro decided to act as an alarm clock no matter how many damn times he told him otherwise.

Allelujah was, of course, aware of this. He would often take the time to simply watch him sleep and breathe in the middle of the night, a sort of comfort to him. It also meant that he'd wake up before Lockon and have the chance to watch him then, and to wake him up—he'd take advantage of it, sometimes waking him with more interesting methods, most of them involving not exactly appropriate good morning kisses to parts of Lockon's body that weren't necessarily his face.

Hallelujah was, of course, aware of this as well.

Hallelujah's version of "taking advantage" was, of course, a little different from Allelujah's.

The first thing that Lockon noticed as he stirred to consciousness was that it wasn't morning. The window on the wall adjacent to their bed always let light flood into the room once the sun had risen, and despite their attempts at curtains, there was always one little damn line of light that'd end up hitting his eyes.

The second thing that Lockon noticed was that the sheets felt cool under him, much cooler than they had been last night. That made no sense, since he and Allelujah had been curled up under the covers...

The third thing that Lockon noticed was that there weren't any covers on top of him to speak of, nor did he feel the warmth of his lover's body pressed against his own. With this realization, he groggily opened his eyes, shifting as he tried to figure out what was going on.

The fourth thing that Lockon noticed was that he couldn't move. Cool metal bands encased both of his wrists, and the rattling of chains when he struggled slightly was enough to tell him that he was, of all things, handcuffed to the bed.

"Hallelujah," he said in a neutral tone, not seeing the younger man yet but knowing exactly who the perpetrator was. "Can I ask what the special occasion is?"

A low chuckle came from somewhere in the room—he couldn't tell which direction—before he heard the scrape and pop of a match being ignited. He noticed a candle on each side of the bed as they were lit, the flickering light giving him a better view of the super soldier who was now climbing onto the bed and straddling him.

"You don't like it? I'm just trying to be romantic," Hallelujah purred as he leaned in to nuzzle Lockon's neck. "See? I even got the candles. Though, shit, I should have gotten rose petals too. Oh well." He laughed, giving Lockon's neck a sharp nip. "All the money spent on these bedsheets, too... Allelujah got them, actually, was going to be a surprise for you! But fuck him, I want to have some fun first."

Lockon shifted a little, dragging his (thankfully free) leg across the fabric. Silk. It must have cost a fortune in this place, but if Allelujah really had gotten it to surprise him, he wouldn't upset him by complaining about the cost. Hallelujah must have noticed his thoughts getting sidetracked, because another bite came to his neck soon after, harder than the first, quickly followed by a hand wrapping around his erection (wait, since when the hell had he gotten hard?).

"After going through all this trouble, you better damn well pay attention to me." Hallelujah gave him a squeeze, eliciting a hiss from the older Meister. "Or do I have to try harder to capture it?"

There was another laugh before Hallelujah moved his hand away and slid his body forward, still straddling him, though now his backside rested just above Lockon's cock. Talking wasn't going to do anything, so he merely watched—watched as Hallelujah proceeded to grasp his own length and started pumping it, slow at first.

"Does this work a little better?" he asked with a slight hitch of breath. "You've always wanted to see Allelujah doing this to himself, now haven't you?"

It was true, really. Maybe he just had a slight kink for the sight, but he'd often in the past asked Allelujah let him watch him touching himself, a request that often got turned down with stammered embarrassment (that he didn't quite understand, considering everything else they did). Seeing this, then, Hallelujah working more enthusiastically on himself by the moment... Hallelujah knew exactly what buttons to push, didn't he? And of course, the fucker was putting on a show, head thrown back and little gasps and moans escaping from his throat, just in the way Allelujah would have been in the same position.

He tried to move his hands in order to touch Hallelujah, even to just slide his hands along his sides and thighs, but he met resistance quickly. Right, the handcuffs. Lockon yanked at the bindings, trying to see if he could get out of them, though he knew it was futile. It was Hallelujah he was dealing with, after all. Hallelujah, the bastard quite happily masturbating on top of him, sending a wave of heat and an ache to his groin that only got worse and worse as he continued to watch.

And then his hips slid down on him a little, his ass rubbing against his erection, and—it was gone before he could even thrust up his own hips instinctively into the touch. "Hallelujah," he groaned behind gritted teeth, practically squirming under him as the man in question merely laughed and moved his hand on himself faster.

He wasn't sure what was acting and what was just Hallelujah enjoying himself as the man's breathing became heavier and the moans and gasps became more frequent, but each little sound and each little shift against his skin was doing nothing short of driving him crazy. He wasn't going to beg, wouldn't give Hallelujah the satisfaction, but he felt like he was going to snap with frustration by the time his golden eyed beauty brought himself to completion, warm fluid splattering itself all over his chest, and...yeah, it'd just gotten on his face too.

Bastard.

Hallelujah was laughing again as he shifted a little, letting his finger trail up Lockon's body, gathering the fluid onto his fingertip. Blue-green eyes narrowed in annoyance as Hallelujah smeared it onto Lockon's lips. "It's a good look for you~" he teased, obviously enjoying the frustration all but radiating from the brunette's body, and smirking as Lockon struggled to break free of the handcuffs again. It was more of a token sign of "I hate you" than actual trying, though, since he already knew that he wasn't going anywhere. At this point, even the cool smoothness of the silk sheets underneath him was maddening.

"But the fun shouldn't end just yet, hmmm~? After all, you're behaving so very well. Maybe you should get something. But! For that to happen, I'll need a little help," Hallelujah spoke after realizing that Lockon was staying silent out of defiance. He moved his body, straddling Lockon higher, much higher, before the sniper was quite literally face to face with the one and only thing that'd been getting any attention thus far. "I think you know what to do. Don't make me have to ask twice," came the low voice with a hint of a threat in it.

Had it been anyone else, he would have laid there, closed his eyes, and completely ignored them. Maybe even bite if it was forced any more. But it wasn't anyone else, it was Hallelujah, and if he'd learned anything, it was this: if he expected to get anything from the super soldier, he'd have to play his game. There wasn't a choice with him, so he sighed, cursed him under his breath, and took his half-hard (already??) length into his mouth.

This was Hallelujah, so he wasn't surprised when a hand made its way into his hair and tugged at it painfully, wasn't surprised at the fingers digging into his scalp just for fun, and really wasn't surprised at the fact that this was quickly becoming less of a blowjob and more of Hallelujah fucking his face. He certainly wasn't letting up on him any, and Lockon wondered if he should have been grateful for the horrible ache on his lower body being more easily ignored now that he had to focus his entire self onto actually breathing. The metal of the handcuffs bit into his wrists as he found himself struggling hard again, Hallelujah barely giving him a moment to catch his breath as best he could through his nose, quite sure that this wasn't a way he wanted to die (and with Hallelujah being Hallelujah, the idea of the man wanting to kill him with his dick wasn't very farfetched).

To his relief, Hallelujah finally pulled back, Lockon forcing himself to hold back from biting him; otherwise, he really would die. His eyes followed him as he pushed himself off of him and moved to grab the bottle of cooking oil still resting on top of the nightstand from the previous evening. Finally, finally, Lockon thought. At this point, he barely even cared if Hallelujah fucked him without lube. He needed something, anything, because by now, he felt as if he was going to explode.

Of course, the younger man took his sweet time preparing him, completely withdrawing his hand the moment Lockon tried to rock his hips down onto his fingers. Hallelujah is calling all the shots, and again, he has to play the game if he wants to win anything at all. So he held still, his body practically shaking with desire and frustration, biting back curses as Hallelujah treated him as if he was a virgin made out of glass.

"Will you just fuck me already?!" Lockon finally all but yelled at him, quieting down quickly upon the realization they weren't the only people in the house. Hallelujah merely laughed, and the more he narrowed his eyes at him, the greater the laughter would get.

Same game as usual.

At the least, though, it did seem to finally spur Hallelujah into action. Lockon tried to push his hips down onto Hallelujah as he pressed into him inch by torturous inch at a time, but the action only served to make him completely withdraw. A gold eye looked at him with amusement, and he could just see the scolding, Didn't you learn your lesson the last time?

This time, he fought once more to keep himself still as Hallelujah buries himself into him. There was a long pause, and Lockon's erection hurt more than he thought it had ever hurt before, before there was finally movement. The brunette was ecstatic that he was finally getting some sort of attention, even if Hallelujah refused to touch him outside of the thrusting.

He wanted more touches, though, badly—but he wouldn't beg. He'd play this game, but he wouldn't satisfy him with begging. It only meant that he had to put up with this, though, so he moaned behind gritted teeth and focused on the mix of pain and pleasure as Hallelujah slammed into him.

It goes by quick, almost too quick, and before he knew it, he'd came without a single touch to his cock. Though it took Hallelujah longer to reach his own completion, he was in too much of a daze to notice much anymore, the fog in his head not clearing until Hallelujah was collapsed on top of him.

The super soldier is heavy—all muscle—and now that he could focus on something on other than his own raging hardon, Lockon was beginning to notice how badly his shoulders and arms ached due to the restraints. He had no choice but to wait for Hallelujah to get up and release him, and he tried his best to be patient, even though he ended up waiting a good ten or fifteen minutes for Hallelujah to merely get up (oh, he wasn't that tired, he knew that, he was just screwing with him as usual).

"Had fun?" he asked semi sarcastically as he rubbed at his sore wrists afterwards, staring at the man now contently sitting crossleggedly at the foot of the bed.

"Didn't you?" came the response.

And damn it all, because he did.