CYOA – Life And Death Situations – Chapter 15

warnings: handjobs; beginning of BDSM relationship without conscious knowledge

Rather than look at Genji and Zenyatta, we turn towards Lúcio and Gabriel and see what they have been up to in the past 2 weeks...

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When Lúcio comes back from work, the speakers crackle to life immediately above him.

“Play…” Gabriel’s deep, ominous voice sends goosebumps down Lúcio’s spine. He glances behind him nervously but nobody is even on the streets at this hour. He slips inside and closes the door.

When he doesn’t answer, Gabriel’s voice becomes a bit more petulant and needy: “Lúcio… play.”

This is nothing new, but Lúcio still needs time to adjust to their new dynamic. The rules he has laid down for both Gabriel and himself.

He doesn’t hurry pushing his shoes off or hanging his jacket up, and he tries his best not to look in the direction of Gabriel on the sofa, sitting there in anticipation and looking absolutely delicious in his nakedness.

“Lúcio,” the overhead speakers croon when he realizes Lúcio isn’t paying any attention to him, and when that doesn’t get the results he wants, he whines with his actual voice; hoarse and deep and so delicious that Lúcio has to pause where he is in the kitchen and just grab the edge of the counter.

He’s not yet sure whether this whole… thing… has been a good idea.

He’s understood that he’s not blameless in Gabriel’s manipulation of Jesse, and he still struggles with the perceived power imbalance in their relationship, but Gabriel has been a lot happier as of late, so he’s not completely wrong in pursuing this… this… relationship. Right?

Damn this is hard.

Gabriel whines again, and this time Lúcio reacts, pushing through the euphory his body experiences when Gabriel tries to get his way.

“Gabriel,” he says, not sharp but firm. “Wait your turn.”

Gabriel quiets down after that; even the white noise from the overhead speakers vanishes. Lúcio can feel Gabriel’s intense focus directed at him, but this, too, is one of the things that can occupy him, even if he does not like being denied.

Gabriel is intelligent – highly intelligent – and Lúcio had been remiss to properly acknowledge this fact.

As he gets their meals ready, fingers moving on auto pilot, he finds himself wanting to trod down the same paths yet again.

I treated him like a pet.

He was bored out of his mind.

I’m a horrible person.

He shakes his head. He needs to get out of this spiral; he needs to push forward. The past has happened and couldn’t be changed; all he could do now was try to be better.

Gabriel is almost perched on the back of the couch by the time that Lúcio comes in with two plates. He is followed by the smell of the steaks and potatoes he has cooked while listening to some of his tracks that are still in production so Gabriel won’t be tempted to make a ruckus and try to get his attention.

He tries not to stare at Gabriel, but it is difficult… even after all this time of seeing him naked again and again; Gabriel is simply a vision.

Halfway through their meal, Lúcio can’t help himself anymore; he has to laugh with exasperation.

“Stop staring at me!”

He’s not quite sure Gabriel has even blinked since Lúcio sat down next to him. Gabriel, surprisingly obediently, immediately averts his gaze. Oh, he wants to play. He wants to be on his best behavior so Lúcio can’t deny him the entertainment.

“I got some new locks,” Lúcio says, his heart racing in his chest. “We’ll see if you can Houdini your way out of them.”

Gabriel is no longer confused by the phrase; Lúcio has explained it to him just a few days ago. A low, satisfied growl emanates from the hybrid. He’s ready to take the challenge on.

He’s not quite urging Lúcio to eat faster, but what he’s doing has the same effect. He’s sitting close enough that Lúcio can feel his inhuman body heat, and he’s making those little throaty sounds that he knows Lúcio can’t resist.

There’s nothing of the supernatural pull to them that Lúcio had felt weeks ago when Gabriel had manipulated his desire into sleeping with him. They’re normal sounds that still get to him stupidly well.

He finds himself reaching over and gently grabbing Gabriel’s thigh, thick and hard with muscle; then letting his hand slide down to cup the stump ending just above the knee.

“Alright. Dang. I’ll get you trussed up and then I’ll finish eating.” He puts his plate down with a sigh. Gabriel does not look like he is particularly sorry. He would like to crawl all over Lúcio as if he were a little clingy octopus puppy instead of a beefy 6-foot-something man.

This is what they have come up with during the course of the past two weeks:

Lúcio will truss Gabriel up the best way he can, and Gabriel will try to worm his way out of it.

Lúcio is still trying to wrap his head around how plain good Gabriel is at this. He hasn’t yet tried to truss him up while in his aquatic form, but he suspects that it would only make it that much easier for him.

Lúcio is also still trying not to get an erection while carefully putting Gabriel in his bindings and seeing how his cocksure attitude slowly melts into something more needy.

He wonders if Gabriel even realizes that he’s becoming quiet and a bit loopy when Lúcio puts the ropes around him. Soon he will start to use chains. He… can’t wait to see Gabriel when he hears the soft, meditative clinking of them while he moves and writhes and tries to wriggle out.

It’s a good way to engage Gabriel’s considerable intellect and give him some exercise.

It is also a good way to test Lúcio’s patience and willpower – both of which are failing spectacularly as he loops more and more rope around Gabriel’s body.

The hybrid is staying perfectly still; he’s not trying to flirt now. Or maybe he is; trying to show off to Lúcio.

“There…” he rasps when the last lock is in place. The ropes are sturdy, capped with leather ends that have rings attached to them so he can put the locks on. “Try not to damage them, alright?”

He wants to pat his shoulder briefly, but it becomes a squeeze, hand staying for far longer than it needs to. Gabriel turns his head and looks at him quietly. Reverently. Lúcio has to look away, his heart beating a fast staccato against his ribs.

“I’ll be here,” he whispers, almost swaying on his way to the couch to sit down again. “H-have fun.”

He hears the gentle hitch of breaths and rustling of ropes as Gabriel starts to test the bindings, trying not to look over. From the corner of his eyes he can tell that Gabriel keeps staring at him.

Always fixating on Lúcio. In the beginning, Lúcio had been a bit worried that he was… plotting something, but by now he knows that Gabriel is feeling something for him. That he wants to impress him.

Court him.

Lúcio flushes hot whenever he thinks these words. His palms become sweaty and he rubs them against his pants. It’s so exciting to think about, really.

The overhead speakers crackle to life, and Gabriel’s smoky voice curls all around him.

“Look at me.”

Lúcio can‘t help but obey. He stares at Gabriel, trussed up in the ropes that are tight enough to cut into his muscles. He looks absolutely delicious.

„You‘re still in them,“ Lúcio can hear himself say, shocked about his own daring. „Last time you were out in five minutes flat.“

Gabriel‘s eyes flash. He looks predatory like a shark, upper body angling towards Lúcio. When he speaks next, it doesn‘t come from the overhead speakers, rattling Lúcio to the core.

„You test me?“

He has very carefully enunciated every word, showing off razor sharp teeth as he speaks slowly and with conviction.

Lúcio notices that he has swayed forwards as well on the couch; pulled easily by Gabriel‘s charisma. He hangs onto his lips.

„If that helps you to get out?“ he says, feeling strangely breathless. Like Gabriel’s undivided attention is sucking all the air out of him.

The hybrid is slightly swaying from side to side, gaze boring into Lúcio. Not letting him get away.

„I want something,“ he says, slow like molasses as he carefully enunciates the words to not trip over them. Lúcio‘s heart is hammering in his chest, his muscles cramped with anticipation. Cock growing hard.

„You mean you want a deal?“ he rasps, and continues before he can think better of it: „What do you want?“

Gabriel must be getting too excited now, because the speakers crackle to life once more while he stares at Lúcio like he wants to eat him. He is erect as well, Lúcio notices despite trying not to notice. Gabriel’s cock is big and hard and gently bobbing with every little motion he does.

„Your bed. I want to sleep in your bed.” And before Lúcio can ask further, feeling dazed, he adds: “With you.”

Lúcio blinks slowly. He doesn’t know whether Gabriel means literally or figuratively. He doesn’t know if Gabriel knows how it could be interpreted. His face is absolutely unreadable, yet intense. Lúcio wouldn’t put it past him to somehow have figured it out.

Gabriel is manipulating him without even trying, it seems. It’s like he is playing with his prey and Lúcio walks into the trap with open eyes.

“Yes,” he hears himself say. “If you’re a good boy, you can sleep with me.”

Gabriel’s mouth opens softly. Just like that, he looks less like he is about to eat Lúcio and more like he is just very, very needy. Like he needs this.

It gives Lúcio an opportunity to breathe through and relax his muscles one by one. He nods at Gabriel, and Gabriel begins to struggle against his bindings.

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Lúcio has been quietly rooting for Gabriel. Watching him wind on the floor, trying to get out of the carefully crafted bondage has been something impossibly erotic. He’s never seen anything like it.

Gabriel is so hard… halfway through he just begins to gently hump against the floor, trying his damndest to manipulate his sheathe down and let his suckers out at the air.

Lúcio remembers well how they felt against his fingers. So silky soft and in crass contrast against the hard shaft.

He should maybe call Gabriel out on his humping, but he can’t make himself do it. He is trying his hardest not to jerk off himself as he stares at all of those muscles trembling just for him. Looking absolutely stunning.

He can’t tell how Gabriel is doing it, but suddenly one of his arms is just free and he rolls onto his back, big fist curling around his cock. He is panting in heaving breaths. The writhing outside of his water tank is intensely difficult for him.

Lúcio stares as Gabriel watches him in turn, his dark eyes fixed on him as he jerks off. He pulls down the not-quite-human foreskin until it bunches silky soft around the base, fingers gently playing with the two rows of suckers down the underside of his cock. Everything looks very wet and glistening. He produces just so much slick…

Lúcio can’t help but lift his ass and tug his shorts down. Gabriel whines like a puppy, jerking like he wants to come closer and say hello to Lúcio’s cock.

“No,” Lúcio croaks out decisively. Gabriel pulls back. Obedient. Good boy…

They watch each other jerk off. Lúcio’s ears burn hot, but he does not back down from it. The room is filled with their harsh breathing and the slick sounds of their fists dragging over their cocks.

Gabriel is the first to come; he’s been so hard for so long, just teasing himself with his wriggling and writhing. His big, dark eyes are on Lúcio. It feels like they haven’t left him for even a second since he’s set foot into his house.

When he comes, he comes for Lúcio. There’s no other way to describe it. He comes like it is an offering, whining, head tilting back and finally breaking the intense contact. He shows his body off; the trembling of his muscles; the jerk of his cock in his fist as he starts to pump out thick ribbons.

Lúcio follows after.

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After clean-up, Gabriel insists on crawling. He does not want the wheelchair, and Lúcio is conflicted, but he can’t make him sit in it if he does not want to.

He’s never been out of his tank for so long. Lúcio wonders if Gabriel even notices – if he does, he doesn’t show it. He crawls into Lúcio’s bed like he’s done it a million times before.

He looks so goddamn good beneath Lúcio’s sheets. Big and muscled and gorgeous, waiting for Lúcio to crawl in and pulling him close without asking for permission.

Lúcio shouldn’t let him get away with it, but it feels so good… so nice… 

He’s got it bad...