kinkfest | An unusual assignment [MacrossF, Michel/Brera, M]

Title: An unusual assignment
Author:

akiko
Rating: M
Warnings: dubcon, kink.
Prompt: Macross Frontier, Michel/Brera; orgasm denial; Brera is ordered to test S.M.S members resistance to interrogation
Word count: 875
Summary: Pretty much as it says on the tin.

Brera stood outside Mihoshi Academy trying to figure out how to accomplish his mission. He'd researched the target's potential weaknesses and how to exploit them, but he'd had difficulty figuring out how to lure the target into the trap. Or what the trap would be. He heard footsteps approaching and turned to look; the target was alone. Good.

When Michel crossed out of school grounds, Brera stopped him. "Come with me." He grabbed Michel by the elbow and pushed him into the car.

"Where are you taking me? What are you doing?"

"I am abducting you. You're a spy in enemy territory, and I'm bringing you in for interrogation."

Michel's expression was pure confusion.

"It's a drill."

The confusion cleared and was replaced by hardness. "I don't know anything."

"We'll see about that," Brera said.

Brera drove to an unused barrack and parked the car. He took Michel's arm and twisted it behind his back, forcing him to walk into the building. Michel hadn't said another word since he'd gotten in the car.

Brera opened a door and pushed Michel inside, then shoved him into a chair. He tied Michel's arms behind his back. "What do you know about the vajra?"

"Second-lieutenant Mikhail Blanc, SMS Skull Squadron."

Brera repeated his question, and Michel kept reciting his name, rank, and serial number. Brera ran his fingers down Michel's chest. "I think you'll tell me everything you know before I'm through with you."

Michel stopped and blinked at him. "What are you --"

"We know your weakness." Brera unbuckled Michel's belt and unfastened his trousers. "Don't think we won't exploit it."

Michel took a deep breath and began his recitation again.

Brera closed his fingers around Michel's cock and stroked it until it stiffened. The recitation paused for a moment then continued. He unbuttoned Michel's shirt and trailed fingers up his abdomen then pinched his nipple. As Brera continued his ministrations, Michel's face flushed and his recitation became more of a mantra. Brera watched Michel's face, watched his body temperature rising, and when it looked like his prisoner was close to peak, he took his hand away and stepped back.

Michel's voice stopped, and his eyes focused on Brera, puzzled.

"When dd the vajra begin attacking?"

Michel blinked at him. He took several breaths and started repeating his mantra as if it were a magic spell that could focus his attention from his need.

"If you insist," Brera said cruelly. He brought Michel close to orgasm again, three times, four, and he could see that his prisoner's resistance was decreasing by the hazy look in his eyes, the way his voice skipped at times in its mantra.

"Tell me."

"No." Michel's voice was husky, his face flushed.

Brera lightly traced the curve of Michel's ear with a sharp fingernail, and Michel moaned. "You like that, do you?" He did it again. "I wonder where else you might like that."

Michel whimpered, "No. I won't tell you anything," as Brera's fingernail left a thin red trail from the hollow of his throat to the edge of his pubic hair.

"Talk, or I go further."

Michel swallowed hard. Brera saw that he was weighing his options, as much as he could in a state of sexual frustration. "No."

Brera made good on his threat, delicately drawing his fingernail down the hardened length of Michel's cock, not hard enough to draw blood, then gripped his cock again.

"Tell me everything you know about the vajra. Where do they come from?"

Michel shook his head. "I don't know anything."

Brera released Michel's cock and dropped to his knees. "I think you might." He heard a hiss of breath as his mouth closed around Michel's erection. He ran his tongue along the underside, over the opening, and grasped the base and his balls with his hand.

Michel whimpered. "I don't know anything about the vajra. Please, believe me."

Brera's tongue traced along Michel's cock once more, and he pulled his head back. "I don't believe you."

"I'm not lying. I swear." His breath came in ragged gasps. "Just, please."

"You want your release? Tell me what you know, and I'll give it to you."

"I'll tell you anything," Michel rasped.

Brera was slightly disappointed. He'd hoped it would take longer to break him down. "You'll tell me everything." He took Michel's straining erection in his hand.

"Anything. Everything. Please," he panted.

Bringing his prisoner to orgasm didn't take long, as aroused as he was. Brera picked up a towel from the bag he'd stored the rope in and wiped off his hand.

"Brera." Michel's voice was uncharacteristically quiet.

"Yes, Mikhail?"

"Was that really a drill?" Doubt played around the corners of his eyes, and a sense of fear.

"I promise you, it was." That he was carrying out orders didn't make him feel like it was a right thing to do.

"You're a cold bastard, you know." Michel was still breathing heavily. "Are you gonna untie me?"

"Of course." Brera stepped behind the chair and released the knots.

"Are you ... going to tell anybody? I mean, about the details." He looked away from Brera's face, unusually shy.

"I will have to write a report, but I won't go into excruciating detail."

"Um. Thanks?"

Brera shook his head. "Nothing to thank."