At Your Mercy

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At Your Mercy

They were in adjoining hotel rooms again. Mike sat up for at least five hours listening to Billie Joe tossing and turning, muttering things in his sleep. Finally, at about three in the morning, he swore and crossed the room, pushing opening the thin adjoining door.

"Billie Joe?"

The boy sat up, a thin tee shirt clinging to his sweat-soaked form. "Am I keeping you up again?"

Mike sort of shrugged and shook his head all at the same time, sitting down on the edge of Billie's bed. "Nightmares again?"

Billie nodded, refusing to meet Mike's eyes. "Yeah."

"Move over."

Billie did so automatically, lifting the blanket up and letting Mike slip under. He didn't show any form of surprise as Mike pulled his head against his chest. Billie Joe could hear his best friend's heartbeat. "Thanks."

"Get some sleep, Billie."

Mike laughed inwardly. They really should just share a hotel room. Whoever their sponsors were this time kept wasting money every night Billie couldn't sleep, which was more often than not.

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Billie was standing in the doorway of Mike's room at midnight, staring at his best friend sleep. They were off tour for awhile, staying in some two-bedroom house together. It never helped him sleep to stare at Mike, but at least he wasn't dreaming.

Mike rolled over and barely opened his eyes. "Billie? Come on." He lifted the sheets and waited for Billie to slip underneath them. Billie didn't wait to lay his head against his best friend's chest. He waited until he found the familiar heartbeat, then closed his eyes. He could write a song to that rhythm. He knew it well enough by now.

He tensed up for a moment when he felt Mike's lips graze his ear. "Ge'some sleep, Billie Joe."

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Mike was standing in Billie's doorway this time, watching Billie tossing and turning. "N-No." he heard him whisper. "Stop. Mike. Please."

At the sound of his own name, Mike started to gently shake Billie Joe awake. "Billie, wake up. Billie Joe?"

Slowly, green eyes fluttered open to stare into his. "Did I wake you up?"

"Shut up." Mike pulled the covers back himself and laid down next to his friend. "What the fuck do you keep dreaming about?"

"I only remember bits and pieces." Billie admitted softly.

"Do you remember which bit or piece was happening when you said my name?" To Mike's surprise, his best friend blushed. He wouldn't have been able to tell, except a car went driving by at that exact moment, it's headlights casting Billie's face into a dull glow momentarily. "Billie? It's just a dream."

"I know." Billie said. Mike didn't know how much those words cut him. "Just a dream."

"I'm waiting."

"Someone was . . . attacking me." Billie whispered. His blush grew deeper, but no car drove by to give away his secret.

"Who?"

Billie hesitated. Was he really going to say this? "You were."

Mike didn't say anything.

"It wasn't a bad attack or anything." Billie rushed to add.

"How is an attack not bad?" Mike demanded.

"When you want to be attacked."

Mike sat up. "What the fuck do you mean 'when you want to be attacked'?! You wanted me to attack you?"

"Look," Billie said impatiently, "you interrupted a good dream, so do you want me to show you what I mean or can I get back to sleep?"

"Good dream?" Mike asked in disbelief. "It was a good dream?"

Rolling his eyes, Billie straddled Mike's waist.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Showing you how you can attack someone so they want it. Then I'm going back to sleep." Billie replied. He glanced around the room and sighed, then pulled the pillowcases of his pillows. "I think it was ropes or something in the dream, but these will work."

Mike was too shocked to protest as Billie tied his wrists to the headboard. But when he felt Billie's teeth bite down on his neck, he found his voice. "Billie, what the fu--" His voice halted as Billie found his pulse, biting down painfully. Mike felt himself flushing uncontrollably. And . . .

Shit, I can't . . . fuck, no. Not now. Unfortunately, anyone could tell you there was no point in arguing with an erection.

Billie seemed oblivious to Mike's discomfort--or maybe he was turned on by it--as his lips trailed to Mike's collarbone and eventually to his best friend's nipple. He bit down quickly and hard, showing no mercy.

"Fuck!"

Billie looked up at Mike and grinned. "We'll get there eventually."

Mike tugged uselessly at his restraints. "Billie, we should stop."

"Tell that to your cock." Mike's eyes widened as Billie laughed. "You are completely at my mercy, Michael. And you better be good, or I'm just going to torture you." His lips found Mike's ear. "If you come before I give you permission, you'll wish you hadn't."

Mike could hear all the blood in his body rushing to his dick as Billie said that. "B-Billie . . ."

The green-eyed boy laughed and returned to biting Mike's skin. As he continued to bite down on Mike's nipples--which were hardening rather quickly--his hands tugged at Mike's hair, causing his head to jerk back. Which, in turn, caused the rest of his body to thrust up.

It seemed like days before Billie slowly started to nip his way down to Mike's cock.

"Billie . . . please . . ." Mike gasped, his eyes closing. He had given up pulling on his restraints.

Billie gave a wicked chuckle before he took just the tip of Mike in his mouth. Mike gave a moan Billie had never heard before as he used enough teeth to maintain the idea of assault.

"You like that?" Billie asked, removing his mouth.

Mike nodded slowly. "Billie, please. I want you to."

"You're a slut, you know that?"

Mike nodded, not even caring what he was agreeing to. "Please . . ."

"You're my slut." Billie said.

"Billie Joe, please."

"Please what?"

"Billie, suck my fucking cock! Jesus fucking Christ!"

Without giving Mike the chance to even take another breath, Billie took Mike's entire length into his mouth, still using enough to tooth to make the young man moan and gasp.

Billie didn't spend nearly enough time on Mike's cock before he removed his mouth again. Mike tried to sit up, but was pulled back down by the restraints. "Jesus Christ, Billie!"

Billie smirked and placed his finger against Mike's mouth. "Suck. Now."

Mike looked confused, but he did as Billie asked, or demanded rather.

Without warning, Billie removed his finger from Mike's mouth and slid it into his ass. "Fuck!" Mike bucked upward, earning a laugh from Billie Joe.

"I told you that you were a slut." Billie whispered, slowly moving his finger in and out. "Do you like that?"

Mike nodded.

"No, I want to hear you fucking say it!" Billie snapped, removing his finger. "I want to hear it from your slut lips, Michael."

"I . . . I like it."

"Do you want me to do it again?"

"Y-Yes."

Billie resumed the slow and teasing rhythm of his finger inside Mike. He added another and increased the rhythm to an almost painful speed. Mike gasped, writhing. "Do you want me to fuck you, Michael?"

"Yes. Fuck me, Billie Joe. Please fuck me."

Billie removed his fingers and gave an inward smirk. "If you want me to fuck you, you're going to have to suck my cock."

Mike nodded. "Y-Yes. Anything. God, Billie . . ."

Slowly, Billie moved up Mike's body until he was straddling his chest. "Now."

Mike's mouth slowly parted to take Billie's cock in his mouth. He couldn't take all of it in his mouth. He felt like choking everytime he tried.

"Keep your fucking eyes open."

He looked up and saw Billie Joe with his head thrown back, biting his lip.

"Stop."

Mike did immediately.

Billie moved back toward the end of up his bed, grabbing a pillow. After he slid that underneath Mike, he moved his legs so they were bent at the knee. Not wanting any of the necessary preparations to seem like a break in the attack, he slipped three fingers into Mike without warning or lubrication.

Mike's eyes flew open. "Shit!"

As quickly as the fingers entered, they were gone. Mike struggled with himself as Billie slowly pressed into him. The pain was almost unbearable, but in a way that was more kinky than the cock pressing inside him.

Billie waited for a moment until he felt Mike's muscles relax, then wasted not another second. No small thrusts. He pulled his cock completely out of Mike before shoving it back in. Mike gave a small scream. Three more thrusts that nearly tore Mike before he gasped and threw his head back, smacking it against the headboard. "F-Fuck . . ."

Billie lost himself then, staring at his best friend moaning and struggling like a whore. He thrust in and out, in and out. A pattern reminiscent of Mike's heartbeat.

"B-Billie . . ."

Then Mike came. Billie watched in awe. It seemed to take Mike an eternity to empty himself. Billie finished a final thrust before emptying himself into his best friend. Forgetting that Mike was supposed to be playing the role of slut, he lowered his mouth and licked the milky come from Mike's chest.

When he looked up, two blue eyes were staring at him. "Well," Mike said, "who's the slut now?"

Billie raised an eyebrow, pulled his boxers back on and gave Mike's nipple a tweak. Then he picked up a pack of cigarettes and lit one.

"Billie Joe."

"What?"

"You've got to untie me."

"Really? I don't remember that being part of the agreement." Billie walked toward the door.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Thinking about what I'm going to do to you next."

Mike felt all the blood drain from his head again. "Teach me to ask about a fucking dream."

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There might be a follow-up. It all depends on if I can come up with an idea. I'm considering blood play, but I'm not sure. I welcome any ideas.

Hopefully my smut isn't becoming too redundant.