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Methos and Kira settle a bet, where the loser has to submit to the winner (that log was never posted)

NC-17 folks, (blow job, anal sex, light bondage, some toy use)


Methos brushes his palms on his jeans, and then knocks on Kira's door. He trusts Kira, but is always weary of the unknown. Still, whatever happened would hopefully be fun.

Kira wasn't sure who to expect when he got off his bed (he'd been lounging there, reading); he didn't have very many visitors, being more the sort to visit other people when he felt the need to see them. He opened the door and smiled, nodding slightly, when he saw who'd come to see him. "Methos. Hey. Come in."

Methos smiled back at Kira and entered into the older's man room before flopping on the bed. "You win. Congrats on that."

Kira smirked, looking Methos up and down. "That's because I'm just that damn cool." The cocky note in his voice was impossible to miss.

Methos just smirks back. "Indeed you are. Are there any ground rules I need to know for this little shindig of ours?"

Kira's eyes glittered. "Depends if you want there to be. I've never been good at rules."

Methos tilted his head back. "And I've never been good at following them. Could be interesting..." He smiles lazily at Kira. "Up to you, of course."

"No rules." Oh, this would be good...

"Very well. I await your word."

Kira got up, looking almost hungry. He looked the other man over, gaze steady, before he said, "Well, first of all, I wonder how much of this should be..." Kira looked at the ceiling. "Hm. How much should be, ah, verbal, and how much should be more... physical."

"Depends on what you like. I'm game for anything." He was kind of hoping for physical, if only to see Kira's creativity, but either way he'd enjoy himself.

"Let's do both, then." Kira's eyes twinkled mischievously. "On your knees."

He was nervous, but did his best to hide it. Slowly, he slid off the bed and dropped to his knees and looked confidently at Kira.

Kira gently strokes his head. "Good boy," he cooed, teasing. He licked his lips, trying to think of something good. "Now, I want you to repeat after me..."

Oh gods. This wasn't going to end well, he just knew it. "Now, I want you to repeat after me..."

Kira paced back and forth, hands behind his back, trying to put the words in just the right order. "Kira, I've realized who really tops who here, in just about every way imaginable. Frankly, I'm totally your bitch." Kira paused, grinning at Methos and looking pleased with himself.

Methos groaned, but gamely put on his biggest smile and with fake happiness, said "Kira, I've realized who really tops who here, in just about every way imaginable. Frankly, I'm totally your bitch."

Kira chuckled. "And I want, more than anything, to suck you off. Right now. And I want to swallow as much as it's within my capabilities to swallow."

His voice was a bit more strained as he dutifully repeated, "And I want to suck you off and swallow as best I can."

Kira pouted. "You didn't say it right," he pointed out, although he was planning to let Methos off the hook on that one. He almost felt sorry for the other man. ...Almost.

Methos hated it when people pouted. "Please let me suck you off and swallow. I hate to see you so sulky."

Kira blinked, and immediately stopped pouting. "Begging now, eh? Well, all right. But you don't have to swallow unless you really want to." Grin.

Methos smiled brightly. "Excellent, because I really had no desire to swallow."

Kira unzipped his pants. "Then I won't force you," he said, half-smiling. He looked a little nervous for about a second, but then the familiar smirk returned full force.

Methos was nervous; it'd been quite a while since he'd sucked anyone off. He hoped he didn't disappoint. He scooted forward and gently took Kira's cock in his mouth, starting off slowly sucking the demon.

Kira took in a sharp, sudden breath. Ah... that felt good. He murmured something unitelligible.

Methos didn't pay much mind to it, for he was determined to prove that he could suck cock well--he still remembered just how excellently Kira had blown his the last time they were together. He took more of the cock into his mouth, and started to fondle Kira's balls with his hand.

Kira's eyes opened wide and then shut out as he groaned; a low, lusty groan.

With that, Methos smirked and began to hum. He wanted to hear the demon lose it, it was making this so much more pleasurable for Methos.

Kira yelped, whimpered and then groaned again, leisurely rolling his head back. His cheeks started to flush. He tried to retain some of his self-control, but it was surprisingly difficult. "Ohhhh..."

Methos hummed in self-satisfaction. He may be submitting, but he still ahd a bit of the control here. He liked that. He couldn't really deep-throat Kira, but he then took in as much as he could without gagging.

Kira gasped. He wanted to say something, but it got caught in his throat, coming out only as a low, rumbly, "Youuu..."

"Me," Methos thought. He would have smirked had he been able to. He used his hand to jack off the portion of the cock he couldn't swallow.

Kira arched his back, trying to restrain his own movements and not wiggle. "Ver' good," he admitted, gasping for breath in between words. "Ughhh..."

Methos redoubled his efforts. His own cock had grown hard in the confines of his pants, and it sought relief of its own. He tried fiddling with his trousers, but it was difficult to do one handed.

Kira yowled at that, his dick throbbing. Sweat trickled down his face, which was completely flushed. Wouldn't be much longer now, unless he could hold it...

Which Methos didn't want him to. Take a deep breath, he tried to swallow Kira the rest of the way and to finish it off now.

Kira came, in spite of himself, cheeks flushed, yelping and gasping as he orgasmed. "Ahhhh!"

Methos only swallowed a little, the rest he wiped away. He gave Kira satisfied little smirk and asked, "Was it good for you?" His own cock still throbbed, but he ignored it for the moment, basking in this little moment of peverse victory.

Kira sighed, shaking his head. Then he smiled. "Yeah, you bastard. It was." Well, no point in denying it.

Methos smiled. "I'd hate to disappoint," he said as he lazily reached for his own aching cock.

Kira looked at Methos in half-pleased, half-contemptous fashion. "I think you're forgetting who's topping who here," Kira cooed, also making a grab for Methos's cock.

Kira's hand reached his cock the same time his own did, and he had to bite back a moan. He gave Kira his best pout. "I know that you're topping here!"

Kira just snickered. "Only because I'm going to remind you, bitch."

Methos winced. He really disliked being called his bitch, but at least it was only a night. "Fine, fine. Either way I'm still aware of it! Can I at least get undressed?" He felt rather stupid sitting there fully clothed save his hard cock jutting out of his pants.

"Fine," Kira said, sound amused. "Go ahead, get naked." He grinned crookedly.

Methos bit his lip to bite back a retort, but quick divested himself of his sweater and pants. Having put them on the desk chair, he moved back to Kira and resumed his prior sitting position on the bed, the lazy grin back firmly in place.

Kira looked at him with one eyebrow cocked, before moving to sit beside him on the bed. "Now... what do I do with you..."

Methos kept his gaze firmly fixed on Kira. "You tell me. Isn't that part of the point of this? That I blissfully don't have to think?"

"True," Kira said. He put a finger to his chin, looking entirely too gleeful. "Oh, I know! I know!"

Methos narrowed his eyes, instantly suspcious of that look on Kira's face. "What?"

The demon leapt off the bed, eyes glinting. "Teach you a lesson."

"A lesson?" Methos asked. "And what kind of lesson do I need to learn?"

"A lesson in" -- Kira was rummaging under the bed, frowning pensively -- "a lesson in humility, my friend."

"Humilty?!" Methos protested. "I'm humble enough as it is!"

"You're cheeky," Kira grinned up at him, yanking something out from under the bed. "You're forgetting who's what, here, whatever you say to the contrary."

"So I may be a *bit* cheeky. I am not forgetting what you're making me say I am, I'm just choosing to not fully believe in it."

"Whichever. Either way, you're still cheeky. And that won't do." Kira waggled a finger at Methos.

Methos snickered. "Fine, fine." He peered over to where Kira was. "So what is this lesson supposed to be?"

"Simply, that a bitch shouldn't be cheeky to his master." Kira set a vibrator on the bed.

Methos looked at the vibrator curiously. What was the demon planning? "And how will a vibrator help me learn to not be cheeky?"

Kira said, grinning, "You'll see~" Pause. "Do you know any binding spells?"

Kira being so excited made Methos more nervous. "I know just a basic one..." He *had* learned it in the hopes of using it on Kira, but obviously, it wasn't meant to be.

Sheepishly, Kira asked, "What's the incantation?"

Sighing, Methos still expertly explained the spell and showed Kira the wand movements that would go along with it. "You just need to modify the spell to tell it whether to tie the hands, legs, or both."

Kira nodded solemnly, standing up and reciting it as it had been explained to him, making sure to tie both Methos's hands and legs. And then he started to strip.

Methos tugged on the ropes and found no give, Kira learned fast. As he watched Kira strip, his eyes widened and he bit back a moan as he got the feeling that he wouldn't be finding release--any time soon.

Kira smiled wickedly before seating himself beside Methos on the bed. Without a word, he lightly brushed a finger against Methos's cock.

Methos'erection had softened a little while waiting, but that first touch helped it stir again. He shifted on the bed, trying to position himself so Kira would touch him more.

Kira grabbed Methos's dick in his hand for a few seconds and then reached for the vibrator, getting off the bed and liberally applying it with lube.

Methos groaned as he Kira stopped touching him yet again. He watched Kira lube the toy; his cock stood up a little straighter, somehow excited by the sight.

Kira looked contemplatively at the vibrator, as though deciding, for sure, what to do with it, before he trotted back to the bed.

Methos watched Kira watch the toy. He wasn't sure which would be more of a tease: having the vibrator inside himself, or watching Kira use it .

Kira was deciding that, too. "Which would you rather I do?" he asked. "Use it on myself, or on you? I'm being generous and asking, here."

Methos groaned. "How am I supposed to decide that? It's torture either way!"

Kira shrugged. "That's the point, isn't it?" he asked, before applying the vibrator to Methos's ass.

Methos'retort was replaced by a moan as the toy slowly slid into his body, it angling just so that it managed to rest against the sweet spot inside him. "Oh hell" he whimpered under his breath.

Kira switched the vibrator to 'on,' waiting for a reaction from Methos. "You know, I might let you end this. Eventually."

Methos bit his lip, trying to not let a reaction register on his face. "Re--" he pauses to make his voice steadier. "Really?"

"If you ask nicely," Kira kept most of the vibrator outside of Methos's anus. He wanted the sensation to be light... for now, at least. "Really nicely."

"You mean you want me to beg?" Methos asked. "And sincerely, at that," he added, reading between the lines. Begging he could do. Sounding sincere about it...that would take a while.

"Mmm-hmmm," Kira purred, forcing a little bit more of the vibrator inside Methos's ass and angling it again. "I mean, you do want it, don't you?"

Methos whimpered. "Of course I do." But he hated begging, he didn't it. Except he knew he would eventually, but he wouldn't give in so soon.

Kira nodded vigorously, forcing as much of the vibrator in as could fit comfortably now. "Of course you do. Tell me how much you want it."

Methos moaned and cursed "Fuck!" The vibrator felt good, his cock was aching for someone's touch, and he couldn't do a thing about it. He bit his lip, trying to avoid any more outbursts.

A genuine display of emotion excited Kira more than begging ever could, but he tried to be a firm master. "Tell me how much you want it," Kira repeated sternly.

The vibrator was sending delicious waves of pleasure and Methos was now visibly affected, his cock achingly hard and dripping pre-come. "I want it badly, I need it." He was breathy and panting.

"Say you need me," Kira urged, removing the vibrator completely. He kissed Methos's sweat-soaked skin, from the area near his pubic hair clear up to his mouth. "Say you need me."

Methos moaned at the loss of the vibrator and Kira's kisses seemed to enflame his need even more. Dignity be damned, "Need you. Need you to fuck me."

"You got it, baby," Kira said. He couldn't tell if Methos was sincere or not, but he was clearly suffering, and that was good enough. Time to end his suffering now. Kira took his own stiff cock in both hands and back up, sliding himself into Methos.

"KIRA!" Methos arched up into Kira's touch. "Gods." He wanted to touch the demon desperately. "Want to touch you, please."

"Okay, okay." Which a chuckle, Kira lazily reached for his wand. Pause. "How do you undo the spell?" he pulled out for a moment.

Methos blanked and blinked at Kira. "Uh..." He racked his brain. He *knew* how to end the spell, he really did, but in his lust-fogged mind he couldn't think terribly straight. "Uh...finite incantatum?" he offered hopeful.

Kira laughed and did as instructed, hoping it would work. When it did, he looked pleased. "Well, now..."

Methos was surpised and pleased too. "Now, I think you were going to do something about fucking me?" Methos reached up and pulled Kira down for a kiss. It wasn't something they'd done before, but he had to do it once.

Kira kissed back as long as he was able before coming up for air. "Of course," he said when he finally broke away. And then he positioned himself so that he could thrust for all he was worth.

Methos spreads his legs for Kira, wrapping his arms around Kira's back. If he was going to bottom, Kira was damn well worth it.

Kira moaned slightly and thrust hard, wanting to make Methos moan and quiver and whimper and enjoy bottoming, damn it all!

"Yes," Methos hissed. Flesh beat toy any day and it felt good to be filled, to have the attention lavished on his body. "Again," Methos demanded as his nails dug into Kira's back. Then again, being a pushy bottom had its merits too.

"Now, now," Kira chastised, before thrusting once again and gasping deeply. "You don't... you aren't... in any position to..."

Methos laughed as much as his shortness of breath would allow. "Any...position...to what?"

"Tell me what to do!"

"Of course I can. You'll do it if it benefits you too."

Kira thrust, a little roughly on purpose. "You," he gasped, "are... the... bitch... here" -- thrust -- "so... act... like it!"

Methos' breath hitches. He was playing dangerous games, but this far in, what could Kira do to him? "Make. me."

Kira just snarled and thrust as hard as he possibly could, intentionally being as rough as he could without deliberately causing injury. "Nnnh..."

Methos groaned. "Fine. You win. I'll stop."

Kira grinned and thrust again, more gently this time. Sweat tricked down his forehead. He wasn't sure how much longer he could maintain this, but was determine to make Methos come first.

Methos whimpered. It would take much for Methos to come now, he tries to rub himself against Kira to get that bit of friction he needs.

Kira let him do as he pleased, watching Methos with widened eyes.

Methos grabbed tighter onto Kira, rubbing his body against the demon's, and again kissing Kira squarely on the mouth, he was getting so close..

Kira kissed back, closing his eyes, his tongue finding its way into Methos's mouth. He moaned softly, barely audibly...

He could barely hear it, but it was enough. Methos broke the kiss off as he came, moaning incoherently as his orgasm tore through him. He fell back on the bed, trying to urge Kira to finish himself.

Kira came, too, ejaculating for the second time that night as pulled himself from Methos, panting and gasping.

After several moments to catch his breath, and With a rather satiated grin on his face, he looks up at Kira. "Cleaning charm." He really didn't want to get stuck again like last time.

Kira nodded. "Right. Scourgify!"

Methos made a noise of approval as he lay contently on Kira's bed. "I suppose you get decent marks for treating your 'bitches' well."

"Decent marks, eh? Good enough for me."

"Would have rated excellent if you didn't keep insisting that I refer to myself as your bitch," he smiled lazy, "Even though that was the point of this."

Kira shrugged too, smiling back. Then he closed his eyes. "Mmmm."

Methos "mmm"ed in agreement. "That was pretty fun, if slightly evil of you."

"Like you would have been better."

Methos laughs. "No, you're probably right, but you're too tempting to not play with. We still haven't tried playing with chocolate in bed," Methos said wistfully.

"Well, we're not going to get to it tonight," Kira informed him, shutting his eyes. "I'm tired. And you should probably go back to your room."

Methos stood up and stretched and yawned. "I get the hint." He shuffles around the room, picking up his clothing and starting to dress, if a bit stiffly.

Kira opens one eye. "Want help with that?"

Methos nods. "Sure.

Kira stretched and pushed himself up, stumbling a little.

"You okay there?" Methos asked

"Yeah, yeah. What do you need help with?"

"Could you grab my pants down there?" He pointed in the corner. "It's a bit difficult bending down at the moment."

Kira grabbed for Methos's pants and tossed them at the other man. "There you go!"

Methos caught them easily, gingerly sat on the bed and put them back on. "Thanks."

Kira smiled affectionately and rubbed his eyes. "Sleep now," he said. "Goodnight." And with that, he climbed back into bed.

Methos smiled back and let himself out. "Sleep well."