Because everyone was so nice to spoil me with such a great birthday, a little pay back for those who have been waiting and wondering if I will ever finish this dirty fic. It's very short by my standard, but I'm not good with writing smex these days >.< Sorry.
Heavenly Win Part 2/2
Pairing: Mik x Fei
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Contains the use of chains, whip, and bondage for the purpose of extremely MILD teasing with no one getting hurt ( I don't like real S &M, so don't expect it) This is the smut part of this short filler and therefore there's smut and only smut. LOL Don't look forward to any real meaning or try to get anything meaningful out of it. They're just having fun in the bedroom, nothing more. And I didn't want to bother my beta with a meaningless smex fic so it's not beta-ed XD Revelation will be (and coming up), don't worry.
Here's the link for Heavenly Win Part I
Fei Long stood as still as a rock in his dressing room with one hand on the wall to support himself, the other over his forehead as he growled quietly in his throat. He couldn't believe what he was doing. How the hell could he have let it happen in the first place? He had been through quite a lot in his lifetime, but that day was the first time he wanted to jump off the roof of Baishe's headquarters. Liu Fei Long being conned into wearing this …thing was a disgrace to his whole family tree all the way back to ancient China.
After a long, miserable sigh he lifted his face and caught the reflection of himself in the mirror. That outfit may have looked a bit disturbing at first, but when it was on him it didn't look too bad. He had underestimated the Russian's taste quite a bit. But then again, that pervert probably spent more than half his brain cells scheming on how to jump him next every five seconds.
This could be interesting, he thought as he examined himself in the mirror more closely. It reminded him of the time when he was still the family's assassin, when seduction was one of the easiest way to get to his targets. He had to admit, in that outfit, he looked good enough to kill. And it just so happened, that his victim was conveniently waiting right outside the door.
Fei Long laughed quietly in his throat, his eyes sparkled sharply as he put on his black leather gloves. That Russian pervert had absolutely no clue what was about to happen to him.
Once ready, he stepped out of the dressing room and paused quietly under the doorframe. There, the maddeningly beautiful leader of Baishe stood in all his glory in front of his prey, all done up in black leather from head to toe. The obscenely tight outfit exaggerated the already slender but masculine figure and left nothing to imagination. It was a calfskin cat suit as black as the blackest jaguar with thin leather straps running down from his waist to his ankles and the cut that fitted him like his second skin. The front zipper was down to a little below his collarbones, revealing the black leather collar hooked by a matching leash whose end Fei Long held in his hand, intentionally playing and tempting the man who was openly leering at him from across the room on an armchair with as he approached.
“So, what do you have in mind?” Fei Long said seductively as he paused in front of his Russian delicacy.
“How about you let me tie you up hands and feet and fuck you senseless until morning?” Mikhail suggested with a lustful grin and tugged on the leash to pull him closer, his other hand gliding down the smooth leather on Fei Long’s thigh.
“How about you keep your ass down and let me do my job?” Fei Long said with a devious grin as he cracked the whip he had been holding on the floor.
“That did NOT come with the costume,” Mikhail protested as he stared blankly at the black leather whip, trying to imagine how Fei Long was planning to put it to use.
“Oh, I thought it would go nicely together. Wouldn’t you agree?” Fei Long replied, taking a step back while adjusting the whip in his hand.
Mikhail found himself speechless as he watched the scene before him. Fei Long in tight, black leather with a whip had already sent his cock swelling so bad it was beginning to hurt. As if that wasn’t enough to make him salivate like an animal, Fei Long landed another crack from the whip that nearly made him jump with excitement. The tip of the leather tore open his silk shirt and left a faint mark on his skin. The ex-assassin was so skilled at handling the weapon that it only felt like a scratch, but it did wonders to his growing erection. The dangerously beautiful leader of Baishe smiled and licked his lips as his eyes traveled down to the bulge in the Russian’s pants.
“Oh, hell no,” Mikhail warned as he saw the devilish gleam in Fei Long’s eyes.
“Oh, hell, yes, pumpkin. That beast of yours has to be tamed,” Fei Long responded, cracking his whip before the sentence ended without warning at the man’s crotch and sent the Russian grabbing the edge of his chair to keep himself from jumping.
“Fucking hell, Fei Long!” Mikhail exclaimed as he straightened himself. The whip ripped open his trousers, showing off his swelling erection. Fei Long had better not expect it to discourage him, because all it did was making him horny as hell.
“Now you’ve done it. Come here, you bitch,” Mikhail reached for the leash and yanked the slender figure down on his lap. Fei Long moaned as he was pulled into a forceful kiss that nearly made him suffocate. Strong hands held him in place by the back of his head, his fingers entwined in the mess of the silky black hair, tugging hard on them as he pressed his lips harder into the wetness of Fei Long’s mouth, greedily seizing the taste he could no longer wait to devour.
“Not so fast,” Fei Long yanked him off by the hair with his full strength. The man was becoming a bit too much to handle. Not to mention he too was becoming rather hard.
“My game. My rule,” Mikhail stated firmly before seizing back those lips that made him burned with desire.
The hungry predator reached forward with one hand caressing the tight and well-refined muscles of Fei Long’s ass, the other impatiently pulling down the zipper, exposing the flawless skin as smooth as ivory hidden underneath. He slipped his hand inside the fine leather further and teased the soft and smooth nipple that was already erect and waiting.
“I said NO.” Fei Long warned loud and clear as he forcefully pushed the other man away once more before those lips touched his nipple.
“No?” Mikhail asked playfully and reached behind the slender body on his lap, catching the small chains attached to the end of Fei Long’s sleeves and yanked them down swiftly, securing the other ends on the straps that wrapped around his ankles and consequently rendered the smaller man helpless. “This, sweetheart, is what they’re here for.”
“You fucking bastard....ahhhh” Before he could finish cursing the damn Russian, Mikhail pulled him forward and sucked hard on his overly sensitive nipple, circling it with his tongue. The man had always known precisely how to make him moan and groan at his will, but coupled with the fact that he was bound to his ankle and was unable to move, that simple touch made him moan loud enough for Mikhail to get three times harder.
“Damn, I love it when you swear,” Mikhail purred in his ear before sinking his teeth into the slender neck and sucking on the soft skin hard enough to leave an obvious bruise and rewarded himself with another beautiful groan from his lover’s lips.
Strong hands slid underneath the soft leather, gliding them across the smooth skin from Fei Long’s torso to his back and pulled him closer into his embrace until the bounded assassin could feel Mikhail’s erection against his own. Fei Long gritted is teeth and tugged hard on the chains that bound him as Mikhail forced him to move back and forth, teasing his hardened cock until he could feel it weeping. No matter how much he wanted it right then, the situation just wasn’t acceptable.
“Unchain me,” Fei Long demanded under uneven breaths. “I thought you wanted me to seduce you.”
“I’ve changed my mind,” Mikhail ignored the protest. It wasn’t dominance that aroused him so much to see Fei Long completely bound and helpless against him, it was the way he trembled and screamed from pleasure intensified by utter helplessness that aroused him to seventh heaven. And he wasn’t going to just give it up. Not a chance in hell.
“Baby,” Fei Long batted his lashes and whispered in Mikhail’s ear, “you don’t know what you’re missing.”
“Hmmm? Why don’t you give me an introduction?” Mikhail replied, reaching his hands further down and teased the other’s opening with his fingers. He was quite certain nothing was better than having his beautiful Fei writhing helplessly in his arms.
“You do want to see me help myself, don’t you?” Fei Long asked, staring seductively into the Russian’s blue eyes.
Mikhail stared back blankly for a full minute at the vision. He had to take it back. There was actually something better than Fei Long writhing helplessly on his lap, and it certainly was Fei Long writhing helplessly on his lap while helping himself.
“Just imagine me running my hands over my body, playing with myself,” Fei Long continued with his irresistible, silky-smooth voice. “And watch me come. Right here, on your lap?”
For a moment, Mikhail sat still as a rock trying to regain control from the overwhelming image of Fei Long masturbating on top of him.
“And of course, if you haven’t lost it by then you may do me anyway you wish,” Fei Long dropped the last card, knowing it would do the job all too perfectly.
“Anyway I wish?” Mikhail confirmed. By then he was literally drooling over the idea.
“IF you don’t finish before I do,” Fei Long repeated. “Or else it’s your turn to be my bitch for a day. Deal?”
“You’re on,” The Russian accepted the proposal without hesitation and quickly removed the chains from the other man’s wrists.
The Baishe leader grinned victoriously at Mikhail’s response as he began to run his long, elegant fingers through his silky black hair to smooth out the mess and allowing it to fall on his bare chest. With his eyes fixed on the man before him, Fei Long slid off the cat suit from one shoulder, revealing the impeccable line of his superbly toned upper body. Mikhail watched in anticipation as Fei Long’s hands ran slowly down the side of his neck and paused to play with his nipple. All the while the highly erotic black jaguar moaned and purred the sound that delivered what seemed like a hundred butterflies to Mikhail’s stomach and began to sway is body back and forth, making sure the porcelain-smooth skin of his body now hot to the touch and slick with sweat occasionally touched Mikhail’s equally bare chest.
“Oh god,” the Russian exclaimed, holding his breath as he watched Fei Long sucked on his own fingers before tracing them down to the organ between his thighs. Mikhail nearly jolted from the chair when Fei Long’s fingers closed around his own erection. The flawlessly beautiful face tilted backwards as he began to stroke his cock back and forth in rhythm with the movement of his hips over Mikhail’s now agonizingly painful erection.
“Ahh…” Fei Long moaned louder, longer, alternating with the sound of his quick breathing and the grinding of his hips that sent Mikhail searching for something to hold on to for control. He was beginning to regret ever thinking he could win against God’s most magnificent creation. There he was, the most beautiful creature on earth, half naked, touching himself and crying the sound that could drive every man insane with desire, enhanced by the maddeningly erotic expression of his face. With his eyes half closed and his moistened lips slightly parted, Fei Long’s body trembled with every breath he took. Glittering drops of sweat rolled down the flawlessly defined face and dripped off from the tip of his chin as his whole body moved rapidly up and down from heavy breathing, telling the man underneath exactly how close he was to orgasm.
“Ahhhh…Mikhail.”
“Shit…” Mikhail gritted his teeth and swore loudly as he realized he’d just lost the battle. It was inevitable. Fei Long helping himself while calling his name readily made him explode in his pants.
A few seconds later Fei Long, too, had reached his orgasm. He had to admit, that was the best masturbation he’d ever had in his life. And the expression on Mikhail’s face was priceless.
“Pussy,” Fei Long said with a playful smirk, tossing back his hair at the Russian adversary before he rose onto his feet and adjusted himself back to normal, leaving the man he’d just slaughtered sitting breathless and completely wasted on the armchair. One thing Mikhail should learn that day - Never fuck with Liu Fei Long.
Before he had turned around to walk away, Mikhail pulled him back by the leash and landed him right back on his lap.
“Where do you think you’re going?” asked Mikhail, grinning devilishly.
“We had an agreement, loser. Get your hands off me,” Fei Long countered and attempted to leave but was once more pulled back into Mikhail’s embrace.
“That we did. But I’m not finished yet, sweetheart,” the so-called ‘loser’ pointed between his legs with a smirk.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Fei Long exclaimed in disbelief as he saw the Russian’s member already springing miraculously back to life. “What the fuck are you?”
“I’m fully automatic, didn’t you know? Unlike you, I can do this all night,” Mikhail grinned devilishly and began to shorten the leash in his hand.
Hearing the last sentence, Fei Long lifted his chin and sneered.
“Wanna bet?”
***
Note: The person responsible for this fic entirely would be my dear hail_mik mod![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
sasheenka who posted a manip at this link which had rendered me completely retarded for the next few days. Click to see what Fei was wearing if you're curious XD
As always, my Mik x Fei is inspired byhsyang and her lovely writing. Thanks, sweetie, for making me love them more and more.
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Heavenly Win Part 2/2
Pairing: Mik x Fei
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Contains the use of chains, whip, and bondage for the purpose of extremely MILD teasing with no one getting hurt ( I don't like real S &M, so don't expect it) This is the smut part of this short filler and therefore there's smut and only smut. LOL Don't look forward to any real meaning or try to get anything meaningful out of it. They're just having fun in the bedroom, nothing more. And I didn't want to bother my beta with a meaningless smex fic so it's not beta-ed XD Revelation will be (and coming up), don't worry.
Here's the link for Heavenly Win Part I
Fei Long stood as still as a rock in his dressing room with one hand on the wall to support himself, the other over his forehead as he growled quietly in his throat. He couldn't believe what he was doing. How the hell could he have let it happen in the first place? He had been through quite a lot in his lifetime, but that day was the first time he wanted to jump off the roof of Baishe's headquarters. Liu Fei Long being conned into wearing this …thing was a disgrace to his whole family tree all the way back to ancient China.
After a long, miserable sigh he lifted his face and caught the reflection of himself in the mirror. That outfit may have looked a bit disturbing at first, but when it was on him it didn't look too bad. He had underestimated the Russian's taste quite a bit. But then again, that pervert probably spent more than half his brain cells scheming on how to jump him next every five seconds.
This could be interesting, he thought as he examined himself in the mirror more closely. It reminded him of the time when he was still the family's assassin, when seduction was one of the easiest way to get to his targets. He had to admit, in that outfit, he looked good enough to kill. And it just so happened, that his victim was conveniently waiting right outside the door.
Fei Long laughed quietly in his throat, his eyes sparkled sharply as he put on his black leather gloves. That Russian pervert had absolutely no clue what was about to happen to him.
Once ready, he stepped out of the dressing room and paused quietly under the doorframe. There, the maddeningly beautiful leader of Baishe stood in all his glory in front of his prey, all done up in black leather from head to toe. The obscenely tight outfit exaggerated the already slender but masculine figure and left nothing to imagination. It was a calfskin cat suit as black as the blackest jaguar with thin leather straps running down from his waist to his ankles and the cut that fitted him like his second skin. The front zipper was down to a little below his collarbones, revealing the black leather collar hooked by a matching leash whose end Fei Long held in his hand, intentionally playing and tempting the man who was openly leering at him from across the room on an armchair with as he approached.
“So, what do you have in mind?” Fei Long said seductively as he paused in front of his Russian delicacy.
“How about you let me tie you up hands and feet and fuck you senseless until morning?” Mikhail suggested with a lustful grin and tugged on the leash to pull him closer, his other hand gliding down the smooth leather on Fei Long’s thigh.
“How about you keep your ass down and let me do my job?” Fei Long said with a devious grin as he cracked the whip he had been holding on the floor.
“That did NOT come with the costume,” Mikhail protested as he stared blankly at the black leather whip, trying to imagine how Fei Long was planning to put it to use.
“Oh, I thought it would go nicely together. Wouldn’t you agree?” Fei Long replied, taking a step back while adjusting the whip in his hand.
Mikhail found himself speechless as he watched the scene before him. Fei Long in tight, black leather with a whip had already sent his cock swelling so bad it was beginning to hurt. As if that wasn’t enough to make him salivate like an animal, Fei Long landed another crack from the whip that nearly made him jump with excitement. The tip of the leather tore open his silk shirt and left a faint mark on his skin. The ex-assassin was so skilled at handling the weapon that it only felt like a scratch, but it did wonders to his growing erection. The dangerously beautiful leader of Baishe smiled and licked his lips as his eyes traveled down to the bulge in the Russian’s pants.
“Oh, hell no,” Mikhail warned as he saw the devilish gleam in Fei Long’s eyes.
“Oh, hell, yes, pumpkin. That beast of yours has to be tamed,” Fei Long responded, cracking his whip before the sentence ended without warning at the man’s crotch and sent the Russian grabbing the edge of his chair to keep himself from jumping.
“Fucking hell, Fei Long!” Mikhail exclaimed as he straightened himself. The whip ripped open his trousers, showing off his swelling erection. Fei Long had better not expect it to discourage him, because all it did was making him horny as hell.
“Now you’ve done it. Come here, you bitch,” Mikhail reached for the leash and yanked the slender figure down on his lap. Fei Long moaned as he was pulled into a forceful kiss that nearly made him suffocate. Strong hands held him in place by the back of his head, his fingers entwined in the mess of the silky black hair, tugging hard on them as he pressed his lips harder into the wetness of Fei Long’s mouth, greedily seizing the taste he could no longer wait to devour.
“Not so fast,” Fei Long yanked him off by the hair with his full strength. The man was becoming a bit too much to handle. Not to mention he too was becoming rather hard.
“My game. My rule,” Mikhail stated firmly before seizing back those lips that made him burned with desire.
The hungry predator reached forward with one hand caressing the tight and well-refined muscles of Fei Long’s ass, the other impatiently pulling down the zipper, exposing the flawless skin as smooth as ivory hidden underneath. He slipped his hand inside the fine leather further and teased the soft and smooth nipple that was already erect and waiting.
“I said NO.” Fei Long warned loud and clear as he forcefully pushed the other man away once more before those lips touched his nipple.
“No?” Mikhail asked playfully and reached behind the slender body on his lap, catching the small chains attached to the end of Fei Long’s sleeves and yanked them down swiftly, securing the other ends on the straps that wrapped around his ankles and consequently rendered the smaller man helpless. “This, sweetheart, is what they’re here for.”
“You fucking bastard....ahhhh” Before he could finish cursing the damn Russian, Mikhail pulled him forward and sucked hard on his overly sensitive nipple, circling it with his tongue. The man had always known precisely how to make him moan and groan at his will, but coupled with the fact that he was bound to his ankle and was unable to move, that simple touch made him moan loud enough for Mikhail to get three times harder.
“Damn, I love it when you swear,” Mikhail purred in his ear before sinking his teeth into the slender neck and sucking on the soft skin hard enough to leave an obvious bruise and rewarded himself with another beautiful groan from his lover’s lips.
Strong hands slid underneath the soft leather, gliding them across the smooth skin from Fei Long’s torso to his back and pulled him closer into his embrace until the bounded assassin could feel Mikhail’s erection against his own. Fei Long gritted is teeth and tugged hard on the chains that bound him as Mikhail forced him to move back and forth, teasing his hardened cock until he could feel it weeping. No matter how much he wanted it right then, the situation just wasn’t acceptable.
“Unchain me,” Fei Long demanded under uneven breaths. “I thought you wanted me to seduce you.”
“I’ve changed my mind,” Mikhail ignored the protest. It wasn’t dominance that aroused him so much to see Fei Long completely bound and helpless against him, it was the way he trembled and screamed from pleasure intensified by utter helplessness that aroused him to seventh heaven. And he wasn’t going to just give it up. Not a chance in hell.
“Baby,” Fei Long batted his lashes and whispered in Mikhail’s ear, “you don’t know what you’re missing.”
“Hmmm? Why don’t you give me an introduction?” Mikhail replied, reaching his hands further down and teased the other’s opening with his fingers. He was quite certain nothing was better than having his beautiful Fei writhing helplessly in his arms.
“You do want to see me help myself, don’t you?” Fei Long asked, staring seductively into the Russian’s blue eyes.
Mikhail stared back blankly for a full minute at the vision. He had to take it back. There was actually something better than Fei Long writhing helplessly on his lap, and it certainly was Fei Long writhing helplessly on his lap while helping himself.
“Just imagine me running my hands over my body, playing with myself,” Fei Long continued with his irresistible, silky-smooth voice. “And watch me come. Right here, on your lap?”
For a moment, Mikhail sat still as a rock trying to regain control from the overwhelming image of Fei Long masturbating on top of him.
“And of course, if you haven’t lost it by then you may do me anyway you wish,” Fei Long dropped the last card, knowing it would do the job all too perfectly.
“Anyway I wish?” Mikhail confirmed. By then he was literally drooling over the idea.
“IF you don’t finish before I do,” Fei Long repeated. “Or else it’s your turn to be my bitch for a day. Deal?”
“You’re on,” The Russian accepted the proposal without hesitation and quickly removed the chains from the other man’s wrists.
The Baishe leader grinned victoriously at Mikhail’s response as he began to run his long, elegant fingers through his silky black hair to smooth out the mess and allowing it to fall on his bare chest. With his eyes fixed on the man before him, Fei Long slid off the cat suit from one shoulder, revealing the impeccable line of his superbly toned upper body. Mikhail watched in anticipation as Fei Long’s hands ran slowly down the side of his neck and paused to play with his nipple. All the while the highly erotic black jaguar moaned and purred the sound that delivered what seemed like a hundred butterflies to Mikhail’s stomach and began to sway is body back and forth, making sure the porcelain-smooth skin of his body now hot to the touch and slick with sweat occasionally touched Mikhail’s equally bare chest.
“Oh god,” the Russian exclaimed, holding his breath as he watched Fei Long sucked on his own fingers before tracing them down to the organ between his thighs. Mikhail nearly jolted from the chair when Fei Long’s fingers closed around his own erection. The flawlessly beautiful face tilted backwards as he began to stroke his cock back and forth in rhythm with the movement of his hips over Mikhail’s now agonizingly painful erection.
“Ahh…” Fei Long moaned louder, longer, alternating with the sound of his quick breathing and the grinding of his hips that sent Mikhail searching for something to hold on to for control. He was beginning to regret ever thinking he could win against God’s most magnificent creation. There he was, the most beautiful creature on earth, half naked, touching himself and crying the sound that could drive every man insane with desire, enhanced by the maddeningly erotic expression of his face. With his eyes half closed and his moistened lips slightly parted, Fei Long’s body trembled with every breath he took. Glittering drops of sweat rolled down the flawlessly defined face and dripped off from the tip of his chin as his whole body moved rapidly up and down from heavy breathing, telling the man underneath exactly how close he was to orgasm.
“Ahhhh…Mikhail.”
“Shit…” Mikhail gritted his teeth and swore loudly as he realized he’d just lost the battle. It was inevitable. Fei Long helping himself while calling his name readily made him explode in his pants.
A few seconds later Fei Long, too, had reached his orgasm. He had to admit, that was the best masturbation he’d ever had in his life. And the expression on Mikhail’s face was priceless.
“Pussy,” Fei Long said with a playful smirk, tossing back his hair at the Russian adversary before he rose onto his feet and adjusted himself back to normal, leaving the man he’d just slaughtered sitting breathless and completely wasted on the armchair. One thing Mikhail should learn that day - Never fuck with Liu Fei Long.
Before he had turned around to walk away, Mikhail pulled him back by the leash and landed him right back on his lap.
“Where do you think you’re going?” asked Mikhail, grinning devilishly.
“We had an agreement, loser. Get your hands off me,” Fei Long countered and attempted to leave but was once more pulled back into Mikhail’s embrace.
“That we did. But I’m not finished yet, sweetheart,” the so-called ‘loser’ pointed between his legs with a smirk.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Fei Long exclaimed in disbelief as he saw the Russian’s member already springing miraculously back to life. “What the fuck are you?”
“I’m fully automatic, didn’t you know? Unlike you, I can do this all night,” Mikhail grinned devilishly and began to shorten the leash in his hand.
Hearing the last sentence, Fei Long lifted his chin and sneered.
“Wanna bet?”
***
Note: The person responsible for this fic entirely would be my dear hail_mik mod
sasheenka who posted a manip at this link which had rendered me completely retarded for the next few days. Click to see what Fei was wearing if you're curious XDAs always, my Mik x Fei is inspired by
hsyang and her lovely writing. Thanks, sweetie, for making me love them more and more.Web Counter
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