Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Angeface ❯ chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

 

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews.

 

 

 

“Angelface”

 

 

Trowa swallowed hard and spun round one time while he tried to absorb everything that he saw. The room looked like a SM dream come true. Not that Trowa had ever had such dreams; but he had searched several brothels during his career and the kinds that were specialised on the more exotic offers too.

 

The most prominent item in the room was a huge bed, one that had enough room for four or five people at the same time Trowa noticed with a dry mouth. But that already was the only `normal' item in the room.

 

He could also see some sort of rack and several other pieces of furniture of which he couldn't identify the correct purpose right away. On the walls hung whips, staffs and what not, from the ceiling hung chains and in one corner Trowa could even spot some kind of cage.

 

“What... is... that?“ he croaked with a dry throat.

 

Angelface stepped close behind him. So close that Trowa thought he could feel his breath on his neck. Trowa got goose bumps all over his body at once.

 

„Like I said, this is my playroom. My most secret dreams come true here in this room. This is the place were I punish and reward,” Quatre breathed and Trowa's knees started to buckle.

 

Trowa's mind worked overtime while he tried to make sense of what Angelface just had said. But somehow he didn't really manage. “Punish? Reward?” he asked throatily.

 

“Yes,” it whispered softly but resolute at Trowa's ear.

 

“But… how… and why?” Trowa knew that to be a really stupid question but he couldn't hold it back.

 

The bright laughter of Angelface sounded shortly. Then Trowa felt the other man slowly pass him by. In doing so he let his fingertip playfully wander over Trowa's shoulder to the back of his hand. Trowa felt hot-cold shivers running down his back.

 

With a smooth motion Angelface had circled him and stood now in front of him, kept Trowa's gaze captured. Although the Mafiosi was almost one head shorter Trowa had the feeling as if he towered him. The blond man radiated so much power and self-confidence that one couldn't but feel small beside him.

 

“You can imagine the how, I'm sure,” Angelface explained. “The why? Well, let's say I love to be in command. I am the one who shows the ropes. In every respect. And the ones who manage to stay high in my favour learn really fast to accept my conditions and enjoy the time they are allowed to spend here in my playroom. My favour is the greatest reward I give.”

 

“Reward?” Trowa knew that he repeated himself, but somehow he couldn't arrange the interior decoration with the thought of a reward. And he got more and more nervous when he thought about the reason why Angelface showed it to him.

 

The blond man stood on his tiptoes and breathed a quick kiss on Trowa's lips. Then he pulled back again but took his time in doing so while his hands roamed over Trowa's chest. Angelface beamed at him. “If done correctly this,” he made a wide gesture with his hands, “is more than satisfying for both. No one I ever invited inside here had ever had regrets. I'm an expert of this subject and I bring all my playmates to the wildest ecstasy.”

 

Angelface simply stood there and said those things as if he would say he could make good coffee. The shivers that ran over Trowa's back got stronger and stronger. It was incredible, he listened to these words and instead of being frightened off he felt strong curiosity and desire rising in him.

 

But nevertheless he was careful. Everything he knew about BD-SM was from hearsay. And he had never been able to imagine why there were people who did it voluntarily. Why should it give pleasure to the submissive person? He couldn't understand it. But inside his stomach fluttered thousands of butterflies just now and he wouldn't be able to deny his growing erection any longer.

 

“But you punish too? Inflict pain upon your partners?” Trowa asked.

 

Angelface raised his hand and caressed Trowa's cheek shortly. “Well, it happens that I have to correct a misdemeanour. But every punishment is justified and brings the others closer to the end. They accept the pain as a price for their pleasure and their mistakes. After Rashid hadn't noticed the first attempted murder he wasn't able to sit for a whole week. But believe me; he preferred it to never being forgiven for his mistake.”

 

At that statement suddenly myriads of thoughts whirled through Trowa's mind. On the one hand he had the unwanted picture of Rashid being `punished' in front of his eyes. That picture was really disturbing. But in some way arousing too. The idea that this giant of a man would kneel in front of Quatre to get his ass spanked… Trowa shuddered. On the other hand he suddenly realised what Angelface had said just now. That only people who stay high in his favour were invited into this room.

 

“Rashid? Does that mean you have played this `game'… with all Manguanacs? With Treize too?“ Trowa was irritated by himself for asking this and blushed deeply.

 

“Do I hear jealousy?” Angelface countered with a question of his own. His eyebrows were raised angrily. “Yes, many of my Manguanacs have gotten to know the amenities of this room. Treize too. Even if he couldn't or didn't want to understand that I was his master outside of this room too. But what do you care whom I pay attention to? You don't have any rights on me and therefore no reason for jealousy. You don't own me. No one owns me; I am the one who owns.”

 

With each of this words Quatre seemed to grow, he radiated so much power that all Trowa could do was turning his head and looking down abashed. “I'm sorry,” he murmured.

 

Cool hands took his face, caressed his chin and pushed the long strand of hair out of his face. With kind pressure they forced him to look up again. “Oh Trowa. It is alright for now. But keep those rules in mind and act accordingly.”

 

Trowa nodded shortly, at least as far as the hands allowed him to. Then he swallowed and dared to ask a question. He watched Angelface the whole time, trying to see every emotion on the angelic face. “Why am I here?” he whispered.

 

A smile flitted over Quatre's face and his eyes sparkled. “Isn't that obvious?” he countered.

 

Trowa had some wild ideas about it but he had been perplexed so often this evening, he simply didn't dare to put all the pieces together. So he just shook his head.

 

Angelface's hands kept on caressing his face, the thumbs stroked over his lips and Trowa was more than tempted to catch them with his tongue. But he restrained himself while he waited for the vital answer.

 

“Well, if I remember correctly you asked me for this evening. You wanted us to be something else than cop and businessman for a short time.” Laughter sounded in Angelface's voice at the last words. “And here I can grant you this wish. If you engage in this game then we will be master and slave until tomorrow morning.”

 

Suddenly Trowa got incredibly hot. He had already guessed something like that; one had to have been really dim-witted not to make this guess. But to actually hear that offer out of Angelface's mouth! Quatre Winner, head of the Manguanac family offered him a night! That went far beyond Trowa's wildest dreams.

 

“But why did you ask if I had some ulterior motives with this date if you offer now…” He wasn't able to complete the question; he spluttered and looked down abashed.

 

“Well, I just wanted to make sure that you are aware of the fact that I'm not doing this because I owe you my life. It's not a duty I have to fulfil. On the contrary, it's a present from me to you. And I give you this night not because you saved my life but because I like you, and always liked you.”

 

Trowa's eyes returned to the other man surprised. He could hardly believe what he had heard just now. “You like me?”

 

“Oh yes. It was always pretty amusing to watch what pains you took to please me, even though I was the bad criminal you had to question about thousand and one crime. It made me curious. And I want you. But what about you, Trowa? I know you want me too; your eyes betrayed you at each encounter. But are you going to accept my offer? Will you belong to me for this night?”

 

Trowa stood there like frozen. What should he do now? His body knew the answer before his mind. Every single fibre screamed for Angelface. He wanted more of him, wanted his closeness, wanted everything. And when this night, this game was everything he could ever get of Quatre Winner, then bloody well, he would give everything to get it! He opened his mouth to answer in the affirmative when Angelface placed his index finger on his mouth and stopped him.

 

“Before you answer me you should know some things, Trowa. Considering your questions I assume that you don't really know anything about this,” he included the whole room with a wide gesture. “Am I right?”

 

Trowa nodded because he hadn't the voice to answer loud and he blushed deeply again.

 

“That's no reason to be ashamed, Trowa. On the contrary, I like it. I will enjoy it to introduce you to the game. But before you agree to it you should know what exactly is awaiting you.”

 

“That… would be advantageous,” Trowa croaked.

 

“As I said, I love to be in control. Absolute control. Maybe you've already heard about scene-sex. I'm sure you know that they normally use safe words in those kind of games, words with them the submissive partner can exactly define the limits.”

 

Trowa nodded acknowledging.

 

“Tonight, in this room there won't be any safe words,” Angelface explained plainly. Trowa's eyes almost popped out of his head but before he could reply anything Quatre continued. “I never give up the least bit of control. My partners give themselves completely to me. Until tomorrow morning you will surrender to me. Your body and your mind will belong to me.” The voice of Angelface was utterly intensely, sending shivers over Trowa's whole body with the words alone.

 

To completely surrender to Angelface? Trowa didn't know what to think about that. Before he had only thought of a game, but this sounded much more intensive. Suddenly he didn't know if he really could engage in it. “What will happen?”

 

Angelface smiled again. “Everything I want, Trowa, everything I want. I'm going to take away your control, to take you to your limits and beyond. I'm going to use you. I will have to punish you for your mistakes and you will become acquainted with a level of pleasure you never thought to exist. I'm going to turn your world upside down.”

 

“Will it hurt?” Trowa asked, his voice sounding surprisingly young. He didn't know what to do, Angelface had just pulled away the floor under his feet and now he was searching for new footing. His thoughts ran in circles and he tried to decide if he should risk it.

 

A smile flittered over Quatre's face again. “Of course it will!”

 

Trowa wanted to take some steps back but Angelface grasped the collar of his shirt and pulled himself up to another kiss. When their lips separated again he breathed, “But it will be worthwhile.”

 

At that moment Trowa abandoned all doubts. His body took control and it wanted the other man. Wanted to belong to him. Trowa had never felt like this before but he knew that this was the moment to give in to his desire. He gazed again deep into Angelface's ocean blue eyes and sighed, searching for the right words. When he thought he had found them he said, “Alright, I would love to accept your present and belong to you tonight.”

 

Angelface looked very pleased. “Good!” he declared.

 

Trowa frowned. “What do I have to do?”

 

The blond man stepped back and looked Trowa up and down. “Let's start with the basic rules. Until tomorrow morning I am your Master and you will call me accordingly. You will have no name but only listen to “Slave”. You will only speak if I ask you to. And you will follow each and every of my orders immediately or bear the consequences. Do you understand these rules?”

 

“Yes,” Trowa said. Then he noticed the questioning look of Angelface and he realised his mistake immediately. “Yes, Master!” he added hastily.

 

“Alright. Abide by the rules and we will get along pretty well. And now I want you to remove your clothes.”

 

Blood rushed into Trowa's face and into lower regions. “Here, Master?” he asked to make sure.

 

“Yes, here. You can lay your clothes on the chair there. I'm going to change myself. When I'm back in a minute I expect to see my Slave naked and in full glory.”

 

Trowa swallowed hard. His fingers went automatically to the collar of his shirt and started to open the buttons. He noticed that Angelface looked at him questioningly again and he realised immediately that he had made a mistake again. “As you wish, Master!” he hurried to answer. It was really difficult to get used to it and he truly hoped that he wouldn't make that mistake again. His eyes looked over the items on the walls without him willing to do so. None of this whips looked like he wanted to make their acquaintance, and he knew that Angelface… his Master - maybe it would be easier to call him Master in his thoughts too - wouldn't hesitate to punish him. He had made it quite clear.

 

The blond man turned away and went to one of the far corners of the room. There he vanished behind some kind of folding screen. Trowa's eyes followed each of his movements but then he called himself to order. Angelface - his Master - had made clear how he expected him at his return; Trowa really didn't want to risk anything.

 

Carefully he removed his clothes. He neatly folded them and laid them on the chair. First the outerwear, then his underwear. The shoes had been the first thing he had removed. After he had taken off the last piece of cloth and stood back on his initial point he suddenly asked himself again if he was doing the right thing. Everything was really weird and despite of all of Angelface's explanations he still didn't exactly know what he gotten himself into.

 

But he knew that there was no turning back now. He had agreed to belong to the other till the morning. Without any ifs and buts. Sure, he could insist on wrongful deprivation of personal liberty and actually leave the playroom - he was sure that in spite of everything nobody could stop him. But he had given his word and he just couldn't break it. He would never be able to look Angelface into his eyes again after that. Not even admiring him from afar would be possible then. Besides, his body reminded him just now that he had been promised endless pleasure for this night too. Could he really risk to not trying it? Wouldn't he question himself what could have been for the rest of his life?

 

He was so captured in his conflicting thoughts that he didn't realise Angelface standing in front of him again. When he cleared his throat Trowa noticed his inattention and he blushed deeply. He cast a quick look at the other and then looked at the floor again.

 

But the quick look was enough for him to see everything. Angelface was a walking wet dream. The blond man had removed his expensive suit and put on a pair of leather pants. The pants snuggled close to Quatre's body and accentuated his legs. His Master didn't wear anything but the pants. He was barefoot and his well-build chest was naked. He looked simply hot and Trowa was rock-hard in an instant.

 

A short laugh sounded. “Look at me, Slave,” Angelface ordered.

 

Trowa raised his head. His pulse started to speed at the sight in front of him.

 

Angelface caressed his cheek again. “It's alright to be aroused at my sight. It pleases me and you don't have to be ashamed of it. But,” he said, pressed close to Trowa and grabbed his hard cock, “you surely know that you're not allowed to come until I permit it. Don't you?”

 

Trowa moaned when that hand closed around his penis so unexpectedly. The extreme closeness of Angelface didn't really make it better. He could feel him, the leather pants rubbed at his legs and the naked skin of Quatre's chest almost burned his own. To be honest, he almost had come at exactly that moment; he had been so aroused of the conversation alone. But the reminding voice of his Master prevented him from doing so at the last moment. “I know, Master,” he said with a shaky voice.

 

“Very good!” Angelface praised him and stepped back. „And now I want to admire my new slave in detail. Spread your legs and raise your arms.”

 

Trowa followed the order immediately. He stood there like a jumping jack. Quatre started to explore his body. His fingertips caressed over Trowa's skin and left a trail of fire in their wake. Trowa's cock pulsed and his breath got fast and shallow.

 

The blond man touched him everywhere while he circled Trowa slowly. When he stood behind him he caressed the spine with his knuckles. “Beautiful,” he murmured. Then he grabbed Trowa's ass with both hands and kneaded it. “Tell me, Slave, have you ever slept with a man?”

 

When the hands touched his ass Trowa had to fight with his arousal hard. He tried to breathe normally and to calm his body a little bit. And that wasn't easy given Angelface. “I have, Master,” Trowa answered honestly.

 

“And have you ever been uke?” At the exact moment Angelface asked that question his fingers found their way between Trowa's buttocks and touched his entrance.

 

Trowa hissed surprised but had himself under control quickly again. “No, never,” he admitted. He had had some affairs but he had never wanted to take that position. It surprised him all the more that he could hardly wait to do it for Quatre.

 

“Oh, a virgin!” Angelface said delighted and nibbled at Trowa's neck. “It will be a special pleasure to take you.”

 

Hot-cold shivers ran down Trowa's back at this sentence. He shortly closed his eyes and tried to calm his breath.

 

Quatre seemed to have finished his inspection because he was standing in front of Trowa again. “My slave is beautiful,” he said.

 

Trowa was happy about the praise. He hardly thought himself to be beautiful. Sure, his body was well toned and in good shape, but that didn't really suffice for that compliment. But he hardly would contradict the judgement of his Master.

 

“I'm going to decorate you to accentuate your beauty even more.”

 

Trowa blinked confused. He couldn't guess what the other meant by that but knew, he couldn't ask about it. So he could only wait.

 

Angelface stepped to the side and pushed a little table closer to them. From the corner of his eye Trowa could see that there were lying some items on it but he didn't dare to look straight at them. After all, Angelface hadn't ordered him to change his posture.

 

“To begin with we want to show exactly whom you belong to. Do you see this?” Angelface asked and held one of the items directly in front of Trowa's face. It was a five centimetre wide collar made of black leather. `Property of Quatre Winner' was written on it with golden letters, and four metal rings were attached to it.

 

Trowa blinked but before he could say anything Angelface had already stepped behind him and started to secure the collar. “This collar shows unmistakably that you are my property. Should you not remember your place somewhere along the way it will help you to focus.”

 

Trowa paused breathing when the leather closed around his throat. He felt as if his pulse rushed. The collar felt stiff but not uncomfortable. When the locks in his nape snapped with a loud sound Quatre whispered in his ear, “You are mine.”

 

It was a weird feeling to wear the collar. Quatre had left enough room for him not to choke or to be handicapped but Trowa had nevertheless the feeling as if a cell would close around him. He was wearing a collar now, he belonged to Quatre now.

 

He couldn't follow those confusing thoughts because the blond man was standing in front of him again. “Arms to the front,” he ordered curtly and Trowa complied immediately.

 

Again Quatre fetched something from the small table - leather cuffs, counterparts to the collar. Trowa saw immediately that the cuffs were meant for his wrists. Each of the cuffs had one of those metal rings which Trowa still didn't know the use for.

 

With trained movements Quatre fastened the cuffs. It only took some moments. “You can lower your arms now.”

 

Trowa sighed relieved; it had been really difficult to hold his arms stretched out in front of him for so long. He let them fall down and looked wonderingly at the black cuffs. They looked strangely good on his skin.

 

An opinion that was confirmed by Angelface with a satisfied, “Beautiful!” Trowa smiled, he was pleased about the other's praise.

 

Then Quatre took the next object from the table. “I already explained to you that a slave is only allowed to come when I order him to, didn't I?”

 

Trowa nodded. “Yes, Master.”

 

“Good, this will help you to follow this order.”

 

Trowa was confused, what did Quatre mean? But then he felt these incredible fingers on his penis again, but not only the fingers. Trowa's eyes widened in surprise when he realised just what his Master was doing to him.

 

“This cock ring will prevent you to come. And believe me; soon you will be more than thankful for this help.”

 

“Master…” Trowa stammered. He was anything but thankful right now. The thing felt absolutely strange on his penis. He had already heard about this cock rings but had never thought that he would ever wear one. His cock was fully aroused now but Trowa knew that he would stay in this state till his Master would free him. That was somehow frightening and Trowa shivered all-over. But he didn't say anything.

 

“Kneel down. It's too exhausting when you tower me all the time,” Angelface ordered now.

 

Trowa immediately followed the order this time too. With a smooth movement he kneeled. But his head was still raised high and his eyes looked now directly at Angelface's well-built chest. When he realised what he was doing he quickly looked down abashed.

 

Quatre's cool fingers closed again around his chin and forced him to look up. “No, don't look down, I want to see your face,” was the explanation.

 

Trowa swallowed and did exactly that. Then Quatre's hand suddenly went up and pushed his hair out of his eyes. “Don't hide from me. I want to see everything of you, every impulse, every emotion that will be reflected in your face. That belongs to me too.”

 

And with these words Quatre took again some object and fastened it in Trowa's hair. “No strand is going to conceal your face from me tonight,” the blond man explained and bent down for another kiss.

 

This kiss was deeper and more intensive than the other kisses before. Quatre's tongue seemed to play almost impatiently at Trowa's lips and Trowa hurried to open his mouth.

 

Quatre didn't waste this opportunity for long. His tongue entered Trowa's mouth immediately. Deeper and deeper he kissed him. It was an incredible feeling. Trowa had never been kissed like that. He wished he could close his arms around the other one and press him to him but he knew that he wasn't allowed to do it. And although he regretted this limitation of his activities it nevertheless gave everything a completely new excitement.

 

Trowa didn't know how long they had kissed, he wouldn't have minded if it took ages but after a while Quatre stopped the kiss. “Mhmm,” murmured the blonde, “my Slave tastes really good.”

 

“And now for the last accessory,” Quatre said and stroked two metallic objects along Trowa's chest.

 

Trowa, who still only looked straight ahead, couldn't see what those objects were. He just knew that the metal felt cool on his skin. Curious he dared to ask, “What is that, Master?”

 

A short smile answered him. Then he felt the metal at his nipples and at the next moment an incredible pain rushed through his entire body. “Aaaahh!” he screamed uncontrolled. Trowa would have never thought just how much pain could be caused by two small points of his body. But his nipples sent hot waves of pain through each of his neurones.

 

The soft laughter sounded again. “These are nipple clamps” his Master explained matter-of-factly.

 

Trowa breathed hectically. His hands reached up automatically and tried to reach the sources of the pain. But they were stopped shortly before he could reach them. Quatre didn't allow him to remove those things. “Master…” Trowa gasped. “Take them...“ But then he bit on his tongue. He had realised that he had almost issued an order. Angelface surely couldn't have ignored that mistake. With all his will-power Trowa lowered his hands down again.

 

“Good boy,” Angelface commented.

 

But this time Trowa couldn't be happy about the praise. “It hurts,” he said.

 

“It's supposed to. And the clamps will stay as long as I wish. Do you understand?”

 

Trowa nodded. “Yes, Master,” he gasped as answer.

 

“Very well. When I remove them later you will wish they would have remained,” Quatre explained cryptically.

 

Trowa didn't understand what he meant by that, but he couldn't really think about it because a hot, wet tongue went for his tormented nipples. Trowa could just suppress a cry of surprise. The sensations of that caress were really strange. Normally he loved it when someone played with his nipples. But now the simple licks sent thousands prickling stings through Trowa's entire body.

 

Trowa whined and clenched his fists.

 

When the tongue finally disappeared he breathed relieved. But then he heard something that made him anxious again. “I noticed that you're not able to completely control your arms. I have to restrain your freedom of movement so that you won't try again to remove something from your body that I have attached there. Hands up to your neck,” Quatre ordered with a firm voice.

 

Immediately Trowa raised his hands. He was still asking himself what that could mean when he heard something snap. He realised then what happened and what the metal rings on the cuffs were for. His hands were now shackled close to his neck. Angelface had fastened the cuffs with clasps to the collar. That was pretty unbreakable. At that moment Trowa really realised that he was completely at Angelface's mercy. He couldn't do anything, his hands were useless. Shivers ran down Trowa's back again.

 

And he realised something else too. Because of the posture his tied up arms were forced into, his elbows rubbed over his nipples with every move, what caused a similar awkward feeling as the tongue earlier. Quickly he spread his elbows but he didn't know how long he would be able to maintain this posture. Trowa whined silently.

 

Then he saw that Angelface had a black scarf in his hands. Trowa immediately guessed what that meant. And right so, the blond man put the scarf over Trowa's eyes and took his eyesight with it. “Master… please,” Trowa begged.

 

But Angelface didn't listen to him. Quickly he had fastened the scarf over Trowa's eyes and made a knot at the back of his head. Trowa couldn't see anything anymore.

 

A hand was suddenly on Trowa's shoulder and pressed it. “Be quiet and accept it. I want you to completely concentrate now.”

 

Trowa tried to calm his breathing. “On what shall I concentrate, Master?” he asked.

 

“On your punishment!”