Dragon Quest VIII (Red/Angelo)
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Title: Insurance Man
Author/Artist:
raisedbymoogles
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Oral sex, naked bits, and various shenanigans.
Word Count: 608
Summary: Angelo is left as a hostage with the bandit queen known as Red. Oh, how will he ever survive!?
Prompt: Dragon Quest VIII, Red/Angelo: held hostage - "You don't seem to mind it much, do you, pretty boy?"
The rocking chair creaked against the floor, just quiet enough to keep his attention. "Can't get over the nerve of 'im," its occupant muttered. " 'Borrow the Venus' Tear,' he says. 'Just for a little bit,' he says. 'Anything you want,' he says."
He tilted his head, letting a brush of silver hair gild his cheek. "So why'd you give in?"
She sighed. "Everyone has their weaknesses. I guess Yangus begging is mine." She craned her head to glare at him, leaning on the arm of the chair. "But a girl's got to be careful these days. Letting some bloke wander off with a jewel like that - well, that's why I had them leave you behind, isn't it?"
"Of course." He nodded, all unconcerned. "Insurance. I completely understand."
A slow grinned bloomed over the bandit queen's face. "But then," she drawled, "you don't seem to mind it much, either - do you, pretty boy?"
Angelo matched Red grin for grin as he shifted in the shackles keeping him tied to the rocking chair. "Actually, all it does to me is turn me on." He was rewarded by a sudden, wicked light in Red's eyes.
***
Angelo had his reasons why he'd volunteered to be Red's hostage - the mission was entirely too close to Maella Abbey for comfort, and while he would have gone if he'd had to, he much preferred contributing to the team's success from afar in this case. As well, he had his reasons for liking bondage, but those were his own, and Red didn't need to know.
The bandit queen smelled like leather and dragon's blood, and her skin was smooth over hard muscle as she forced his hands behind him and lashed them together with a kind of rope that was just abrasive enough to be pleasant. His elbows were next, making his shoulders hum with strain; then he was tied calf-to-thigh, robbing him of the ability to do anything but kneel.
"All right, love?" Red murmured as she loosened his hair from its tie.
"Very," Angelo nodded, making his hair pull and slide over her fingers. Red chuckled and guided his head back, and Angelo drew in a breath at the pull as his captor tied his hair off through the rope at his elbows.
"Could resist," Red explained with a grin; Angelo couldn't nod, his head canted back at just the angle where it was starting to be cruel, but he offered a reassuring smile.
"Few can," he riposted, and Red laughed. "Though it occurs to me," he added, "that I can't resist you either, Lady Red. Can I?"
Red's laugh became a smug croon. "That you can't, pretty boy." She stroked her captive's bangs and went to work on her belt. "How are you at pleasin' a woman with your mouth, love?" she asked, her voice all silk. "Besides flattery, I mean."
Angelo's eyelashes fluttered beguilingly. "I'm told I'm passable." His grin widened as the bandit queen bared her Promised Land for him. As she braced her thigh over his shoulder and brought it to his mouth, Angelo reflected that his compatriots would probably kill him if they knew how much fun he was having.
***
"I've thought about it," Red told him, "and I'm not givin' him back."
"But - but Red -"
While Yangus tried to talk some sense into his old friend, Jessica took matters into her own hands - she stomped past the bandit queen, seized Angelo by the ear, and dragged him out the door, still naked save for a series of complicated fetters and a vibrating egg still buzzing away in his ass.
Author/Artist:
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Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Oral sex, naked bits, and various shenanigans.
Word Count: 608
Summary: Angelo is left as a hostage with the bandit queen known as Red. Oh, how will he ever survive!?
Prompt: Dragon Quest VIII, Red/Angelo: held hostage - "You don't seem to mind it much, do you, pretty boy?"
The rocking chair creaked against the floor, just quiet enough to keep his attention. "Can't get over the nerve of 'im," its occupant muttered. " 'Borrow the Venus' Tear,' he says. 'Just for a little bit,' he says. 'Anything you want,' he says."
He tilted his head, letting a brush of silver hair gild his cheek. "So why'd you give in?"
She sighed. "Everyone has their weaknesses. I guess Yangus begging is mine." She craned her head to glare at him, leaning on the arm of the chair. "But a girl's got to be careful these days. Letting some bloke wander off with a jewel like that - well, that's why I had them leave you behind, isn't it?"
"Of course." He nodded, all unconcerned. "Insurance. I completely understand."
A slow grinned bloomed over the bandit queen's face. "But then," she drawled, "you don't seem to mind it much, either - do you, pretty boy?"
Angelo matched Red grin for grin as he shifted in the shackles keeping him tied to the rocking chair. "Actually, all it does to me is turn me on." He was rewarded by a sudden, wicked light in Red's eyes.
***
Angelo had his reasons why he'd volunteered to be Red's hostage - the mission was entirely too close to Maella Abbey for comfort, and while he would have gone if he'd had to, he much preferred contributing to the team's success from afar in this case. As well, he had his reasons for liking bondage, but those were his own, and Red didn't need to know.
The bandit queen smelled like leather and dragon's blood, and her skin was smooth over hard muscle as she forced his hands behind him and lashed them together with a kind of rope that was just abrasive enough to be pleasant. His elbows were next, making his shoulders hum with strain; then he was tied calf-to-thigh, robbing him of the ability to do anything but kneel.
"All right, love?" Red murmured as she loosened his hair from its tie.
"Very," Angelo nodded, making his hair pull and slide over her fingers. Red chuckled and guided his head back, and Angelo drew in a breath at the pull as his captor tied his hair off through the rope at his elbows.
"Could resist," Red explained with a grin; Angelo couldn't nod, his head canted back at just the angle where it was starting to be cruel, but he offered a reassuring smile.
"Few can," he riposted, and Red laughed. "Though it occurs to me," he added, "that I can't resist you either, Lady Red. Can I?"
Red's laugh became a smug croon. "That you can't, pretty boy." She stroked her captive's bangs and went to work on her belt. "How are you at pleasin' a woman with your mouth, love?" she asked, her voice all silk. "Besides flattery, I mean."
Angelo's eyelashes fluttered beguilingly. "I'm told I'm passable." His grin widened as the bandit queen bared her Promised Land for him. As she braced her thigh over his shoulder and brought it to his mouth, Angelo reflected that his compatriots would probably kill him if they knew how much fun he was having.
***
"I've thought about it," Red told him, "and I'm not givin' him back."
"But - but Red -"
While Yangus tried to talk some sense into his old friend, Jessica took matters into her own hands - she stomped past the bandit queen, seized Angelo by the ear, and dragged him out the door, still naked save for a series of complicated fetters and a vibrating egg still buzzing away in his ass.
Haha!
Date: 2008-02-24 05:29 pm (UTC)And your female-parts euphemism made me LOL.
Thanks for a great start to the day. Now I'm off to church to probably be struck by lightning.
Re: Haha!
Date: 2008-02-24 05:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-24 05:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-24 06:23 pm (UTC)Angelo, you bad, bad boy...
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Date: 2008-02-24 08:43 pm (UTC)Party at my place, right?
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Date: 2008-02-24 09:59 pm (UTC)