Title: The Downward Spiral - Part Sixteen Disclaimer: Never happened. "It must be your skin That I'm sinking in It must be for real 'Cause now I can feel" -- Bush It was still breath-taking how silently, how fast Karl could move. Dom was standing, pressing into Karl one moment and, the next, he was flat on his back on the bed, air escaping his body in one short gasp. Karl stood at the foot of the bed, smiling that lazy smile that still made Dom think of hot sex on cool sheets. "This is going to be very simple. You're not going to move or speak unless I say you can." "And if I don't?" Karl shrugged. "I haven't decided yet. Would you like me to?" Dom was many things -- stupid was not among them. He kept his mouth shut and tried not to move as Karl quickly and efficiently undressed him. "Good to know you can still listen," Karl commented. His long, slow look seemed to pierce Dom's skin -- a leisurely perusal that left Dom shaking harder than any passionate kiss. This wasn't what he'd been expecting when he'd made his challenge. He'd been expecting to be ravished, raped, branded, claimed. Instead, Karl undid him with nothing more than a look. "I'll let you know when it's alright to beg," Karl stated and closed Dom's eyes with nothing more than a light brush of his fingertips. Absolute silence except for Dom's hurried breathing. Then he felt it...or thought he did...the softest of caresses on his leg. Immediately, his body tensed in anticipation of more. Nothing -- another long moment passed. Then Dom felt it again, this time across his abdomen. So light that it felt more like the memory of a touch, so brief he might be imagining it. Except that his body ached and craved for more. Dom had no idea how long Karl did this -- a fleeting trace of movement on his hardened nipples, a whisper-soft caress on his shoulder, a light brush of something that might have been lips on his forearms. Every sense was awakened into screaming sensitivity. Dom lived for the next touch, the next brush of any part of Karl's body on his. He even started breathing in time to the touches, held his breath between times so he wouldn't miss anything. His entire universe centered on his body and the feather touches on it. "Roll over." Dom jumped slightly at the sound...so loud after so much silence. He did as he was told, rolled over on his stomach, eyes still closed, body so attuned to itself that the soft sheets felt too abrasive, the lemon-scent of them too over-powering. Again, he waited, breath halted, body on full alert, for that next touch, that next brush against his skin. Silky lips traced a path on his back, had him shuddering into the bed. He ached to move, to grab Karl, to feast, to take. But he could do nothing more than lie there. Karl didn't even need to tie him up. All he needed to do was create the promise of a touch and Dom was gone, lost, without autonomy or reason. The softest of touches grazed his ass, tickled the juncture between his thighs. Dom was so hard he was literally fighting not to come. Don't move, don't move. He wanted so badly to say something, beg for anything, but was afraid Karl would stop, that he'd lose that ephemeral feel of hands on flesh. So he just shuddered on the inside, silently moaned as Karl moved light fingers on him again and again. When Dom finally felt a weight on the bed, when he felt Karl settle on his thighs...when he finally felt the head of Karl's slick cock probing at his entrance, Dom almost wept with the sheer joy of the feel of solid skin on his. Yes, yes, thank God. "Not yet," Karl told him, shifted so his cock was almost out of contact. Dom whimpered...such a tiny sound, but it seemed so loud in the silence, so loud to his sensitive ears. "What was that?" Karl asked, leaning down to brush lips against Dom's neck. Dom said nothing, did nothing, tried very hard not to breathe. He couldn't lose this feeling. He couldn't. A long, terrified beat of waiting. "That's what I thought," Karl finally said. His cock once again nestled between Dom's cheeks, slid in just a fraction of an inch, back out. He repeated this a few times until Dom was almost sobbing with need, with want. He'd have given a year of his life just for one complete stroke inside him, given his very soul for a solid kiss or real touch. It was like being fucked by a ghost, unsubstantial as mist, and it left him so needy that he thought he might die. And then, the blessed words came from Karl's lips. "Tell me." Dom didn't even recognize his own shaky voice. "I'm yours." "Are you really?" Another whisper touch, another teasing taste of cock inside him before pulling out yet again. "Yes." Dom clenched his teeth, clutched huge sections of the bed sheets in fists to keep from arching back into the movement. Wait...he had to wait. "Tell me what you want." Words... Dom tried to say the words that would give him release, free him, and found it almost impossible to form them through the miasma of need that swallowed him. "You...inside me," he gasped, still shaking with the very effort of not moving. "Is that all?" Christ. Just Karl's soft voice was pushing him almost completely over the edge. "You...fucking me," he said, searching for the right phrase, whatever Karl wanted to hear. "Claim me. I'm yours." A gentle kiss on his shoulder. "You can beg me now." It was like a dam had burst inside of Dom's body. Instantly, he arched back, welcoming Karl, hard and heavy, inside him -- wept words of pleading to move faster, to please, please fuck him, take him, love him, please Karl, please, faster, please I'm yours, yours forever, always, please, please... This time, when Dom came, he was too exhausted to do anything more than let the release overtake him, consume him. Karl placed another soft kiss on his back, left for the briefest of minutes, returned to clean him. Then hard arms slid around him and Dom snuggled back into that muscled chest, tangled their legs together so it was hard to tell where one body began and the other ended. And it never occurred to Dom that Karl had never answered his question about what had happened with Orlando. It just didn't matter anymore. Onto Part Seventeen Main The Downward Spiral page If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks!