author: xen
title: Aftermath: Fingercuffs part 2
rating: NC-17 for m/m sex, somewhat consensual bondage
pairing: John/D'Argo
summary: What happened immediately following Fingercuffs. You may want to read that first.
Notes: Thanks to Aenea for the beta on this! And DJWolfe, this one is dedicated to you!
Feedback: Is always appreciated: xengrrl@yahoo.com
Caveat: This story was written during the first season of Farscape, sometime in the Fall of 1999.

After Chiana left (when she regained the ability to walk again) John and D´Argo had showered, then returned to D´Argo´s sleeping quarters. Lounging on the bed, D´Argo began to re-braid the long strands of his beard, weaving coarse threads through the ends. John watched him absentmindedly, still thinking about how edible Chiana had looked cuffed to the bed.

“So what got into you, John? Tying Chiana up, threatening to gag her? Is this how you treat women on your homeworld?”

John grinned up at the warrior, enjoying the confused look on D´Argo´s face.

“Are you complaining? Looked like you had a good time to me! Don´t tell me Luxans don´t play around with bondage.”

“Being held prisoner is not a game to me.” D´Argo looked up from his braiding to hold John´s eyes with a deadly serious look.

John could see that he had touched a nerve. D´Argo had been chained by the Peacekeepers for eight cycles, and John was sure that thinking about restraints was not pleasant.

“Being restrained is not the same as being held prisoner. It can be a very freeing experience to give yourself over completely to someone else.” John tried to look serious, but the idea of D´Argo tied to his bed made a goofy smile spread across his face. A wicked idea began to worm its way through John´s mind. He wondered briefly where all these kinky ideas were coming from.

“Don´t even think about it, John.”

“Too late, D´Argo, I´m already thinking about it.”

John pushed himself onto his hands and knees and moved slowly towards D´Argo, running his eyes all over the proud warrior´s naked body. The glint in his eyes made his intention clear to D´Argo. John crawled up D´Argo, pushing him down to the bed with his own body. He moaned when his cock brushed against D´Argo´s warm stomach. Crichton licked his lips and leaned close for a kiss. D´Argo waited until John´s eyes were closed, then flipped him over onto his back, his arms pinned over his head.

“I think what you really want is someone to tie you up, John.”

The Luxan held John´s eyes and dared him to disagree. He could feel John´s cock throbbing against him and knew he was right.

Still pinning John down with his body, D´Argo reached above him to grab the handcuffs still hanging from the bed. John whimpered when D´Argo snapped the first cuff around his wrist. He couldn´t decide whether to protest this change of events, or to just go with it. Realizing the choice was no longer his, he tried to force himself to relax as D´Argo cuffed his other wrist.

D´Argo sat up and regarded his handy work. He had to admit John looked delicious like this, all tied up and panting with desire. He ran his hands softly up John´s sides and over his chest, rubbing his thumbs over the young man´s taut nipples. John moaned when D´Argo leaned down to lightly flick his tongue over one nipple and continued teasing the other with his fingers. The Luxan loved the way his lover responded to the attention, so he sucked the nipple into his mouth, then lavished the other nipple with the same attention. John moaned and arched his back, pressing his chest against the other man´s mouth. D´Argo wrapped his strong arms around John´s back, holding him firmly in place while he continued the torture.

Reluctantly, the warrior left the wet, pink nipples and began to move his head down John´s stomach, kissing and sucking the warm flesh. He stopped before touching John´s cock to run the tip of his tongue up the inside of one thigh. John moaned and then gasped when he felt the warrior lightly nip the tender flesh with his teeth. D´Argo ran his tongue over the stinging flesh, soothing it. John wanted to grab the other man´s head and shove that teasing mouth down over his cock, but all he could do was buck his hips and pull against the restraints. D´Argo smiled at his lover´s distress, and continued to run his tongue along the insides of John´s legs in long, slow licks, causing John to spout nonsense that might have been “D´Argo, don´t stop.” D´Argo moved his hands up underneath John´s hips, massaging his ass cheeks together then spreading them apart again. John had to bite his lip to keep from begging D´Argo to just suck him already, but he had a feeling that D´Argo would just torture him more if he did.

Watching his face, D´Argo finally swirled his tongue once over the head of John´s cock, lapping up the drops of precum. John arched his back again, trying unsuccessfully to thrust into D´Argo´s mouth. Still holding firmly onto John´s ass, D´Argo began slowly licking the length of his cock, long slow laps along just the underside. He couldn´t help but smile at his lover´s distressed state as John squeezed his eyes shut and ground his head into the bed. His kept his touch light and teasing, mercilessly keeping John on the edge of orgasm. He lightly ran his tongue over the head again, then sucked it up into his mouth. He rubbed his tongue roughly over the sensitive head, the friction from his tongue making John gasp and moan his name again and again.

John couldn´t think straight anymore. He wanted, no needed to cum so bad, the frustration was almost too much for him. It seemed like D´Argo had been laying between his legs for an arn, teasing his cock without mercy. He was ready to start begging when D´Argo quit sucking the head of his dick and pushed his legs up higher. D´Argo caught his eye and smirked at the look of pure lust on John´s face.

The Luxan began licking the curve of John´s ass, long slow licks that made John shudder. D´Argo tentatively flicked his tongue over John´s anus, unsure of what the young man´s reaction would be. John nearly sobbed at the intense pleasure shooting through his body at the touch of that tongue. Emboldened, D´Argo continued to probe the puckered opening with his hot, wet tongue, making John squirm and cry out. The pleasure seared along John´s body in waves, his cock throbbing as more blood rushed into it, causing his dick to ache almost painfully. D´Argo continued to probe the opening until it was good and wet and John couldn´t take anymore. He moved his long tongue slowly back up, stopping to caress John´s balls on the way, then suddenly engulfed the entire length of his lover´s cock, stroking the underside with his tongue. He bobbed his head up and down the length, sucking hard. John felt like his entire universe was the sensation of that slick heat stroking his cock.

He slowed down the rhythm again, taking his time. Then he pressed his finger against John´s anus, and slowly began to work his way in the wet hole, trying to make the tight muscles relax. John´s moan sounded more like a sob when D´Argo pressed a second finger inside, and found that sweet spot inside him. He tried to rock against the fingers probing him, to press them in deeper, the pleasure shooting through every inch of his body everytime D´Argo hit his prostate. John could not hold back the cries of pleasure, the fingers working inside him and the slick hot mouth around his cock driving him over that brink.

D´Argo moved his long, meaty chin over John´s balls, caressing them with the warm flesh, and that was all John could take, his balls tightened and he came harder than he could ever remember cumming before, his eyes squeezed shut so tight he saw stars. D´Argo pulled back enough to catch the hot cum in his mouth, savoring the taste before swallowing.

He finally released John´s hips, then moved to lie alongside him. John just lay there with his eyes closed, breathing hard. D´Argo was beginning to wonder if he had passed out when John finally opened his eyes.

“OK, D´Argo, you can let me go now.”

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

~~fini~~