Title: Be Mine? Fuck you!

Author: kirasmommy

Rating: NC-17

Fandom: DC comics (Flash)

Pairing: Hartley (Piper)/wally (flash)

Warnings: PWP, First Time, Alternate Universe, Romance (sorry), Light to med BDSM (specifically, Fire and Ice play (not the heroines, the practice), bondage, blindfolds, Domination/submission) Not Beta read.

Notes: Inspired by the Anti-Hearts and Flowers Challenge, okay so this isn't as 'raw' as it could have been, but once we started to go into bondage territory Piper seemed the type to be really responsible with his sub. So it took a few minutes to get there. Piper just would not work with me, he insisted on 'being careful' and that stems from canon. (asked Wally if he always used protection and stuff) So, sorry that this doesn't follow all parts of the challenge. So, I guess it should be said that it was INSPIRED by the challenge, as it does not follow the parameters of the challenge.

Set after breaking up with Connie, after his mother is married, but before getting with Linda. Therefore it breaks off into an AU at this point. Refers to events in issues # 53, 59, 60, and 61. (Although, the artists are a lot kinder to Piper nowadays.)

Disclaimers: I don't own them; I don't make money off of them.

Summary: Wally's a little pissed off, but he gets over it.

Be Mine? Fuck you!
By kirasmommy

I knew he was watching me.

Propped up against the wall, smirking at me. Watching me with those knowing eyes. Those sparkling blue-green eyes that was way too amused with me right now.

"Shut up!" I snarled.

"I didn't say a word." He reminded me.

"You didn't have to." I picked the flowers up and tossed them into the trashcan. A box of heart-shaped candy already lay inside looking slightly ravaged.

"Feel better yet?" Piper snorted.

"No!" I picked the candles up from the table and threw them on top of the flowers, holders and all. It was okay, I had plenty of candles in the kitchen, it was the symbolism that mattered!

"At least those weren't lit." Piper laughed nervously.

"Good idea!" I ground my teeth together as I picked the metal can up and placed it on top of the table. "Got a match?"

"Wally! Look, dude, calm down. You are way too upset about all of this." Piper pulled the can out of my clutches and put it back on the floor.

"At least you have a date, Piper!" I told him. "Me? I'm a pariah right now. Barely tolerated by the fairer sex. Connie broke up with me. Powergirl? Well, the less said, the better my chances of keeping my 'manly' parts. I thought that Linda and I might-well never mind. Look, everyone has a date tonight, but me!"

"Who said I had a date?" Piper wrinkled his brow.

"What about that guy, you went to the wedding with, Mr. Mike 'I can actually cook' Forbes?" I crossed my arms over my chest. The faint stench of burned pizza still permeated the apartment. "You two looked pretty cozy at the wedding."

"Wally, he went back to England." Piper shrugged. "Would you calm down?"

"We are supposed to go to the party tonight, I don't have a date. Do you have any idea how that looks?" I pointed out as I fished a chocolate out of the garbage can. "I'll look like a loser!"

Piper shook his head. I could tell he was getting exasperated at me. God knows, I'm used to the look, everyone ends up giving it to me eventually. "Then don't go!"

"I have to go! I'm expected! Max wants me to be 'visible' at charity functions. Makes the League look good." I tried to explain as I pulled out another piece of chocolate.

"Then just go stag, or invite someone else. Plenty of pretty girls are willing to go out with you. Hell, I'm going alone. Am I a loser?" He pursed his lips knowing full well that I couldn't answer that in any way without digging a hole for myself.

"I'm not just going to invite some fluffbunny that I don't even know, and all the women I do know, know me well enough to know better than to go out with me." I shook my finger as a thorn caught it. "Ow."

Piper caught my hand in his and pulled the thorn out. "Why don't you just take the box out instead of eating out of the trash, I'm having an urge to take you to a soup kitchen!"

"Because I hate Valentine's day! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it! It's just a scam. A way of getting you to buy a bunch of crap to give to your 'significant other', a way of making you feel inadequate when you don't have one! Look at this shit!" I picked up a tiny candy that had spilled from a small box.

"Be mine? Fuck you!" I yelled at the tiny candy heart as I tossed it into the can with a satisfying 'ping'.

"You are yelling at candy, Wally. I think it is time to sit down and evaluate the situation."

"I'm not yelling at candy! I'm yelling at the-the-the I don't know! The institution? The establishment? Hallmark? I don't know!" I crushed the small box of heart shaped candy in my hand and tossed it into the can with the rest.

"A harmless holiday, which you are taking way too seriously?" He asked cautiously.

I threw myself onto the couch and glared at him. "I'm not going!"

He shrugged. "Then don't!"

"I can't just not go!" I protested. Didn't he understand?

"Then go!" Piper threw his hands up, looking skyward.

"I can't!" What part of this didn't he get?

Piper groaned as he collapsed onto the couch beside me. "Wally..."

"Why aren't you upset?" I asked. "You are alone tonight!"

"Because I don't let it get to me. I haven't had a heavy duty social life in a long time. It isn't that big of a deal! It's beginning to sound more like you are horny than anything else!" Piper rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Of course I'm horny! Have you met me?" Didn't everyone know this yet? I swear some people...

Piper scrubbed a hand across his face. "Wally, sex isn't everything."

"No, but it is fun!" I pointed out, watching his reaction. He rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"And-I'm lonely." I conceded.

Piper raked a hand through his long hair and sighed. "Yeah, I guess I can understand that. Though, I think you are being a bit of a drama queen about the whole thing. You just recently broken up with Connie, you know. You haven't been alone that long."

"No, but it sucks to break up this close to..." I gestured helplessly.

"True, but whining about it isn't going to help. Go tonight and see if you can pick someone up if you want." Piper shook his head.

"Don't wanna." I pouted. "I'm tired of picking people up. I want someone to pick *me* up for once."

"What?" Piper blinked slowly.

I tried not to smile. And he thought I was clueless most the time?

"I want someone to seduce me." I shifted on the couch uncomfortably. "Not necessarily doing the whole hearts and flowers thing. But you know, make the moves on me for once."

Mentally I shouted, Come on Piper, you are a smart guy. Pick up on it. I have no idea what the fuck to do. You do all the work!

"So you want a girl to what? Come up to you, shove you against the wall and ravish you?" Piper asked, clearing his throat toward the end.

"Well, someone at least. I think it would be kind of nice if *someone*, you know, took the lead? I mean, not just anyone, just someone who I trusted not to hurt me for real, someone who cared about me. Someone who would take control and be *dominant*. Someone who wouldn't lose any more respect for me than they already had." I willed myself to look up at him innocently.

That's it; make my eyes a little wider. No hint of a smile. Maybe a touch of wistfulness.

"Someone?" He asked.

Did his voice squeak? Ah, and we have nervous fluttering of hands.

"Mm." I nodded sadly. "Sometimes it is hard, you know. There are things that I want to do, people I've thought about being with, but I just have no idea how to go about it. I just think it would be nice you know-- if they took the initiative. Did all the work so to speak. Led the way..."

"I get it!" Piper interrupted. "So, did you have anyone in mind for your little experiment?"

I shook my head. "It isn't an experiment. An experiment indicates that I would only want to do it once and never again. That's what I meant about someone who cares about me. I want to be with someone. If I wanted a one night stand then I would just go pick up some girl somewhere."

"So, you want what? A relationship too?" Piper picked at a thread on his pant's leg.

"Yeah, because I don't think I could do the things I've been wanting to do casually. You can't take a step back from such... I don't know. The things I want to do require a big step. A new direction, and I don't have a map. I couldn't do it with just anyone, and I would want a relationship yes, someone who is willing to see me through the freak outs." I bit my tongue, waiting for him to work through everything I had said and everything I hadn't said.

"Are you sure? Sure it isn't just curiosity? It wasn't so long ago that you ran off the side of a building just to get away from me." He asked.

"Was I running from you? Or was I running from me?" I asked him.

I watched as a light suddenly appeared behind his eyes. I tilted me head and shrugged.

"Sure you aren't just feeling the 'Valentine blues'?" Piper asked wryly. "Any port in a storm?"

"I admit I've got the blues about it all, I hate being alone. But I'm a little pickier about who I'm together with than a lot of people realize. I told you that before. I like to look, but I'm careful about who I actually touch. Or allow to touch me." I said as I watched Piper pick at the thread until it pulled loose. "And I want to be touched. Intimately. I want to... play."

"It's almost time for the party, are you going to go tonight?" Piper stood up, clearing his throat several times. "Because I'm going, I'm speaking on behalf of the charity."

I stood up with a sigh. "I suppose. Please tell me that there aren't excessive amounts of Valentine crap there?"

"I didn't help decorate. So I couldn't say." Piper sighed as he grabbed his coat and flew through the door practically slamming it behind him.

Well, that went well, I sighed.

We had taken separate cars so I did not see him for hours. The next time I saw him was when he stepped in front of the microphone to speak.

The room was hideous with red, pink, and white. Hearts hung from the ceiling. Flowers adorned every table. I tried to control my sneer when the society columnist asked me about my date, or lack thereof. I assured him that I was perfectly happy being by myself on a day traditionally meant for couples.

I smiled a little too brightly and stomped down on the 'Fuck you!' that wanted to fall past my lips as he asked me about my and Connie's break up. She had left me for Chunk after all. What did that say about my prowess as a lover?

Fuck off and die, you society prick! I screamed... on the inside. I smiled. "She fell in love with him. True love finds a way no matter the circumstances. She's happy and I'm happy for her."

My watch beeped the hour and I looked down at it. "Ah, I've got to go! Duty calls!"

I rushed through the doors and climbed into my car. Okay, so duty didn't call, it just let me know the time. I pulled into my spot with a sigh and climbed up the steps intent on watching videos until I fell asleep.

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I cracked an eye open to see the room bathed in blue. The video had ended and the television had its 'Nothing is on this channel and I'm too expensive to be static-y so I'll just turn blue' screen on.

I blinked tiredly as I tried to figure out what woke me. A sharp rap on the door had me standing up and crossing the floor in less than a second. "Yeah, yeah, I'm here, what?" I called out before opening the door.

Piper peered at me coolly as he leaned against the doorframe, a dark bag hung lazily from one hand as he waited. "You left."

I shrugged. "Yeah, I was being hounded by the society columnist. I bailed. Sorry. I stayed long enough to hear your speech though."

"Hm." He pursed his lips noncommittally.

"Sorry. I should have said something." I shrugged again as he pushed his way past me, he dropped the bag on the floor. I shut the door and combed my fingers through my hair as I pulled at my t-shirt that had ridden up as I slept. The pajama bottoms warmed me while my bare feet stung from the cold floor.

"I've been thinking." Piper announced as I turned toward him. He still wore the pants from the party having disposed of the jacket. His button down shirt with oyster shell buttons were tinged blue from the television, looking almost ethereal in the strange light.

"Really? About what?" I asked stifling a yawn.

He grinned taking a few steps forward. I felt the door behind me as I was abruptly slammed against it. "This."

My eyes closed as I felt his lips fall upon mine. My mouth falling open easily as his tongue pushed forward.

I tried to remember to breathe through my nose as I felt myself gasping against his mouth, his hands upon my chest.

Bringing up my hands to pull him closer he pulled back and caught my wrists, pushing them against the wooden door behind me. My heart beat faster as he dived forward for another kiss, his knee shifting to rub against my painfully hard erection.

"Oh, fuck!" I breathed as he pushed himself against me.

"We'll get there, give me a few minutes." His voice sounded husky in my ear as he found the spot just behind it that made my knees suddenly go weak.

He caught me around the waist before I could go down too far and wrapped his arms around me. "Exactly how much of a lead do you want me to take, Wally? What kind of 'games' do you want to 'play'?" His voice was still low as he pressed tiny kisses to my jaw.

"Completely." My voice shook a little. "And not gently. I want to feel everything hours later. I want to be able to feel where your hands have been-where you've been! I want-- I want to be submissive to you. I want to play the naughty games that you told me about a month ago."

"Pick a word." He whispered against my ear. "A word you wouldn't say during sex."

I gasped, pushing myself even closer. "Gardner."

Piper snorted then turned serious again as he pulled away. He took my hand and pulled me toward the bedroom, grabbing the bag as he passed it. "We need rules. We don't go any further until we both know the rules."

I nodded as he shut the door behind us. "Okay, um, like what?"

"I like bondage, but I'm not into some of the more creative things. I don't use metal cuffs. I prefer soft things. Soft rope, leather..."

"I think-I don't have anything..." I cleared my throat.

He nodded. "It is okay, I brought my bag with me. I'm not really into hurting my partners. I don't like the whole 'Edge play' thing. I can't bring myself to spank people with paddle or use whips or crap like that, but I will use my hand if asked."

"That's fine, I don't like that kind of thing either. I don't want deep pain, nothing that will scar. I just want... more of a... I don't know. A psychological thing. Do I make sense?" I asked desperately as we sat upon the bed.

"I think so, but we need to be sure. I don't want to hurt you in any way you don't want. Why don't we try to figure out some initial limits tonight? Do you have any psychological limitations, like claustrophobia? You might not want a blindfold if..."

I interrupted, feeling my face burn. "I'm fine with that. I don't have any health problems either. I figure that is you next question."

I was relieved to see him smile.

"Yes, it was. So no latex allergies then?"

I shook my head.

"Marks, do you wish for there to be marks, and where should they not be if you do? I don't want to hurt you true, but stuff like hickeys..." He gestured vaguely.

Feeling my cheeks heat even more I nodded. "Uh, yeah. Yes. And I have no preferences. I've been pretty vanilla about everything until-uh-now."

I ducked my head as he laughed softly.

"No, don't be embarrassed." He took my hand. "I just want to be sure that we don't do something that completely scares you away from this. You've made it clear this is what you want to do, but it needs to be good for both of us. Safe, sane, and consent, those are the three words that all of us have to keep in mind at all times."

I nodded squeezing his hand. "I understand. But geez, wouldn't it be easier just to you know, have raw hot sweaty sex than work out-I don't know, a verbal contract?"

"Well, yes and no, more likely you would end up getting hurt and hating me if we did, and a lot of people actually go so far as to work out a written contract and a checklist. So, all in all, we are being pretty informal. I'm just trying to provide for your comfort. We do this, I need to know everything I can, and I'm responsible for your well-being. I need to be aware of everything going on with you and our surroundings."

"So, I take it more questions, what kind of stuff do you need to know exactly?" I asked.

"Just basically about stuff you may like and stuff you may not, as well as stuff that I don't want to touch myself. Stuff like humiliation? I'm not too fond of that either." He conceded.

I shook my head. "Neither am I."

"Restraints? Do you want tied up? I mean I assumed, but I could have been wrong..." He asked.

I grimaced in embarrassment. "Yes. You had it right, I want it." I whispered.

"Just remember your safe word, I'll stop at any time." Piper smoothed his hand over mine. "Blindfolds?"

I nodded.

"You need to make sure that you tell me what you like and what you don't like. You need to make sure that you communicate with me. Don't let me do something you don't like just because you think I will. You have to be completely honest with me at all times. Being submissive does not mean that you are a doormat. You have rights. But I'm not a telepath. You have to tell me things. It has to be good for both of us or it isn't good at all." Piper squeezed my hand again.

I nodded feeling my heart still beating hard in my chest. "I'm pretty new to all of this, so I don't really have any preferences."

Piper grinned. "Then we just get to explore. It will be fun. Sex should be fun, you said so yourself."

"Well, what now?" I asked.

A second later I was flat on my back as Piper straddled me, kissing me intensely.

I gulped in air as he released my mouth. "Good start!"

Piper laughed as he stretched out to lie on top of me. "Now, we get to the raw sweaty sex!"

Smiling I reached up to wrap my arms around his shoulders only to find him taking my hands and pushing them back onto the bed.

"Repeat your safe word? Just want to make sure we are still on the same page." Piper lifted one of my wrists and kissed it.

"Gardner. He can make an erection go away quicker than a cold shower." I told him.

Piper laughed.

I tried to reach back up; once more he pushed my hand down. "No, you don't have permission." He told me gently. "You are mine now. I'm in control."

My heart seemed to shudder as I felt my stomach drop. If possible I became even harder. I licked my lips as I forced myself to relax. "Yes, sir."

"Good, boy. Fast learner." Piper smirked.

"Fast period." I leered back.

He tapped me gently on the lips. "Nope, no backtalk. And you are to be still. If you don't I'll have to punish you. I don't go in for the whole extreme pain thing, but I find that the best punishment is to just... stop. Misbehave and I'll just stand up, untie you, and go into the living room to watch television. Understand?"

I opened my mouth and he shook his head, a glint in his eye. I nodded slowly, pressing my lips together with a smile, leaning further back into the pillow.

"Very good boy!" Piper dropped a light kiss upon my lips as he slid off of the bed, and me, picking up his bag as he stood.

Leaning forward he began to put things on the bedside table. I questioned with my eyes as he laid things out neatly and within easy reach. A package of latex gloves, what looked like saran wrap, and a box of condoms.

I opened my mouth then closed it wanting so desperately to ask questions. But they were questions that I already knew the answer to. Protection. He did tell me once that he always used protection. He had been more worried about my status than I was. Considering the lengths he obviously went to? I can see why he was more worried about me carrying than him.

He eyed the saran wrap with a grimace, picking it up in his hand. "Wally? When was the last time you were tested?"

"Recent. You?"

"Recent, and I didn't do anything with Mike, thought about it, but didn't." He slipped the wrap back into the bag with a look of serious consideration.

I swallowed hard as he pulled out large leather restraints and placed them upon the bed. I shifted nervously catching his eye with my movement. Piper smiled comforting as he smoothed a hand through my hair. "You are safe."

Nodding, I leaned into his hand. "Yes, sir."

Piper chuckled as he kissed the top of my head.

I let myself go limp as he began to push the t-shirt up on my chest. He pulled me into a sitting position. "Now, stay still."

Pulling the t-shirt completely off he gently pushed me back onto the bed and began to work on pulling off my pajama bottoms. He roughly pulled them off throwing them onto the floor. "Remember, anything you can't handle, you say the safe word."

I nodded, shivering as the cool air caressed my naked body.

Piper pulled a blindfold from the bag and showed it to me before he deftly tied it over my eyes. His hands stroked the sides of my face, his voice making comforting noises. "Just relax and feel. Let go. You have no control. You are mine. I will take care of you completely."

"Yes, thank you." I whispered.

I felt the feather-light touch of his lips to mine as he continued to stroke my face with long strong fingers. "You'll be okay." He promised.

The kiss deepened, as he pressed closer, forcing my mouth open with his tongue. I gasped as one of his hands dropped down to my side, grasping me tightly. He lapped greedily at my tongue pulling back only when I tried to reciprocate. "I wonder what is on television." His voice was light, but still held the warning.

I was to be still. I was afraid one warning was all I was going to get. I tilted my head back on the pillow and tried to force myself to relax.

The hand returned to my face and I could feel the warmth. "Good boy!"

The feeling of warmth left as he took his hand away.

Fingers circled my wrists lifting them up, wet pressure pressed against each wrist before soft air was blown across them. He pushed them back down, my hands above my head. I flexed my arms trying to help only to feel a sense of disappointment as he quickly let go.

"You are being a brat, aren't you? Because I think there is a documentary on television that I would be interested in watching right now." The voice was low and near my ear, but there was no indication of how close he was to me. He was not on the bed, and no part of him touched me.

"No, sir. I'm sorry. I'll stay still." I promised, almost begging. "Please?"

"That was your last warning, I'm being way too permissive with you tonight since it is your first time. But that ends now." His voice was playful, but again I could hear the warning underneath.

I made my arms go limp as he once more began to pull them above my head into the position that he wanted.

Thick straps were wrapped around my wrists as he began to restrain me; fastening the other end I'm sure to the headboard. His hands trailed down my arms, down my shoulders, down my chest.

Light fingers brushed over my hips, making me wiggle, I tried to still myself, fearing that he would punish me as he had threatened. His fingers hesitated near the top of my legs and I stifled a moan before they continued down my legs ending at my ankles.

More straps, this time around my ankles feeling more like a comforting brace, were tightened then he moved my legs as he saw fit.

His hands made their way back up my body causing uncontrollable twitches and shudders as he passed my hips and waist, making their way back up to my head.

"Tell me what you want?" His voice was once more in my ear.

"I don't know." My voice sounded hoarse to my own ears.

Fingers wound in my hair tightly pulling my head back, lips brushing my throat before he growled. "Tell me! I demand to know."

Before I could open my mouth to answer his voice came again, more soothing this time. "Tell me what has felt good in the past, tell me what you have fantasized about! Tell me how to make this feel good for you. You are mine. Your desires are mine. Your thoughts are mine. Give them to me."

He pulled my head back further waiting for my answer. Not quite painfully, but insistent, and careful not to pull any individual hair.

"Heat, cold." I could feel my cheeks blushing.

"Got something for Captain Cold and Heatwave I should know about?"

I could hear the teasing in his voice, but I could feel the blush creeping down my body, as I grimaced in embarrassment. "Not exactly. For them, but during past battles..." I let my voice trail off. The admission that I had got a thrill from the contrasts as they tried to take me down in battle was difficult to make. As a teen I was always excited at the prospect of them teaming up against Barry and I.

"There is a practice called Fire and Ice. Would you like to try that?" Piper was laughing quietly. "I've played that particular game before. I'm rather fond of it."

"Just so long as I don't have to call the ladies in question. It would be a bit hard to explain I think." I smiled wryly; unable to see him and hoping I hadn't stepped out of line with my comment.

The hand in my hair released me abruptly. I groaned at my release, fearing that he would release my bonds.

"Shh, I'm still here." He grasped my chin firmly. "No, no need to call 'the ladies'. Fire and Ice is a practice that contrasts heat and cold. Ice cubes for the cold and often candle wax for the heat. I would drip candle wax..."

I licked my lips before I spoke, confessing. "When I was a kid, I used to do that. To myself, my arms mostly..."

"Do you want to do that now?" Piper smoothed a hand down my chest.

"Yes, sir. Please." I whispered.

He squeezed my shoulder and I felt him pull away from me and the bed. "I'll be a moment. I'm not leaving, just going to get something."

I could hear the door open and seconds later could hear him rummaging in the kitchen. I squirmed in the restraints, feeling my erection move with me. Not into the painful stuff? No, he's into torture of a more subtle type. I was positive that he was initiating all these delays in an effort to drive me out of my mind! It was working, and I loved every second of it.

The bed dipped and I felt a hand return to my face. "I'm back, did you miss me?"

"Completely!" I smiled.

His hands left me and I struggled not to squirm, feeling my skin tighten, as goosebumps no doubt appeared all over my body.

Abruptly, scratches traveled down my body from my shoulders to my hips. Light but firm, almost tickling me as they moved down my ribs. Once they reached my hipbones they reversed traveling back up. Leaving a stream of warmth behind amid the cold flesh that was still exposed the air. I inhaled deeply, expanding my chest as they once more ran over my ribs.

"Tickles?"

I nodded opening my mouth to reply, never getting a chance as he kissed me. He rubbed my chest before fingers found my nipples pinching me till I gasped.

"Shit!" I pulled away unintentionally; his lips attached themselves to my neck sucking hard.

He pinched the other side as he pulled away to attack the other side of my neck; once more sucking hard leaving what I knew had to be a hickey.

I whimpered when he pulled away, feeling the bed shift as he left my side.

"I'm just getting some things." Piper assured me.

The tinkling sound of ice against glass caught my attention as I heard him shifting items nearby. I imagined him adding things to the table, arranging them just as carefully as he had ever arranged his tools in his workshop.

The swipe and fhash of a match followed quickly by the smell of sulfur filled my nose.

"Don't worry, we aren't quite ready for that yet." He chuckled softly as he noticed my apprehension.

Light sucking kisses pulled at my jaw before falling to my neck once more. The scratching resuming as he straddled me. The rough material of his clothing rubbing against my naked flesh, he was still completely dressed.

I shivered as he suddenly gripped my hips tightly, fingers bruising me as he began to move down my body.

The buttons of his shirt scraped my stomach as he continued to place hard and hot kisses down my body, lifting up only at the last minute before he could do me injury. His hands grasping my thighs, echoes of not-quite-pain, as he would release me only to grasp me once more.

"Mine now." He told me.

Hands left, the sound of rustling, only for them to return with a vengeance, a breath upon me and I was struggling with my restraints. Begging to be free, but not wanting to be let go, hot wetness that tortured me with heat only to disappear and leave me chilled as the breath heightened the feeling. The vague smell of menthol making me think of days spent in bed coughing as a child. New connotation. I'll never smell Halls cough drops again without getting an erection.

Hands holding me down as I fought to push up, up into the taunting mouth that only gave enough to want more. A nip and a lick and he moved away completely as I whimpered my dismay.

The bed shifted and I knew that he was off again. "No!" I demanded, begged, asked, all in one word.

A drop upon my stomach, hot! Burning me, making me jerk before it cooled. I blinked behind the blindfold, feeling my stomach muscles quiver in anticipation. Another drop-- hot, sweet, indescribable. I could feel the tiny drawing sensation as it cooled.

Drops coming at regular intervals, never knowing where they would fall, cold swiping across me, in between pools of hot, until cold became hot and hot became cold and I could no longer tell which was which, only that it all felt so good as I writhed on the bed.

A jerk at my hands and I felt myself become loose, another at my feet...

"Wha?"

"Turn over!"

I obeyed the order with trademark haste, ignoring the stiffness upon my stomach and chest. My hands were moved closer, buckled together, my ankles the same, no longer restrained completely, but bound together.

Drops upon my shoulders, swipes of ice down my back, driving me out of my mind as he moved them steadily southward as I ground myself against the bed, begging for friction, so achingly hard.

I jumped as a hand finally touched me. Fingers grasping my ass before releasing me, yet I could still feel him there, exactly as I asked. My entire body felt touched. Except the two areas that seemed to feel void, in want, and as I heard the scrape of something being laid upon the table I squirmed in anticipation. More rustling.

Sound, touch, smell, all of it arousing without my ability to see, knowing that everything he is doing is for me, to me, about me, knowing that paradoxically I had no control yet was in complete control. No responsibility. And that was the key. Someone else was responsible. Someone I trusted, completely.

A whisper of touch had me shivering as I felt cold on the innermost part of me. My cock underneath me twitched as the sensation came again and again. I was torn between pushing against the finger that hinted of pleasure and pushing against the bed.

"Would you like me to fuck you?" Piper asked, his voice low, thick, and I moaned my answer before I could even consciously think about it. Yes.

The finger left and came back, more insistent. Pushing against me. "Relax Wally. You have to relax, you have no control over this, you are mine. So relax."

Relax, because he took responsibility. I smiled as my body obeyed him. Obeyed him without me having to even think about it. He was in control, in control of me, my mind, my all.

My breath caught as I felt the long digit slide in. Unable to resist I pushed against the hand and was rewarded when sparks appeared behind my eyes. "Oh, my *God*!"

Behind me I could hear Piper trying not to laugh.

The finger moved out and then shoved back in quickly. "Oh, *shit*!"

I moaned as it once more moved out then back in. "*Fuck*!" I howled.

"In a second! You are such a pushy sub, you know that?" Piper laughed.

Teasing fingers had me twisting and turning underneath him, whimpering when he finally took them away. "Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease..." I babbled senselessly.

"Up on your hands and knees... good boy!"

"Pleasefuckmepleasepleasenowpleasenow..."

"I swear, no patience. I oughta go watch some television!" Piper smacked my ass lightly.

"No, sir! I'llbegood,I'llbegood,Ipromise!"

My senses seemed acute as I could hear and smell and above all else feel everything around and touching me. The tear of a small package, the faint breeze coming through the room, the smell of a candle that had been blown out, and the feel of his shirt and pants as he leaned in closer, still clothed behind me.

I felt the bluntness and for the first time felt real panic. Oh, my God! I stilled and found myself unable to move at all.

Behind me Piper stilled also. "Wally? Do you remember the code we worked out? Your safe word?"

I nodded slowly, but resolutely kept my mouth closed.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. You know that!"

Again, I nodded.

Hands began to massage my waist, my hips, my back, anywhere they could reach. Flexing, grasping, bruising. The heat from them, the friction from the gloves he was wearing warming me back up as I began to relax again. One hand snaked around and grasped me stroking me as he began to slowly rock forward. Pushing in increments until he began to inch inside, burning, stretching me as he entered, the hand upon me sliding easily over my flesh as he slid home, inside.

"OhGod,ohGod,ohGod!" I moaned, sparks appearing with every stroke. I was shaking, pushing back with every stroke, not enough, never enough, as he took me higher and higher. Never felt it build like that before.

Until finally, I screamed his name and collapsed upon my still bound arms, him on top of me panting softly. "Good boy!" He gasped as I began to slip into sleep.

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The sun was just beginning to rise when I awoke hours later.

"Piper?" I called out as I sat up, wincing only a little at the soreness inside.

I looked around the room through bleary eyes before fumbling with the lamp beside me. Looking down my skin was clean, only small traces of red and bruising left as my speed had already healed the majority, yet I could still feel the path his hands and mouth had taken. I smiled as I closed my eyes, remembering.

Opening them I pushed myself off of the bed and stumbled forward looking for any sign of the former Rogue.

The trashcan was filled with wax, a used condom and a pair of latex gloves. The bathroom laundry basket likewise had wet towels and washcloths waiting for the wash. But nowhere was a trace of Piper himself.

Sad, I wandered into the living room.

On top of the television lay a single rose, taken from the trashcan from earlier, with a note. /Sorry, had to go, have an early morning meeting, will be back this afternoon, rest up. That's an order! Love P/

I snorted as I picked the rose up and rolled my eyes. Yes, sir!

Sitting beside my remote controls was a piece of candy. Small and insignificant in itself, but written colorfully on top was the words 'Be Mine'.

I laughed as I picked it up and tossed it into my mouth. I smiled as I happily turned the light back out. "Fuck you! All night long!"

=End Be Mind? Fuck You!
Happy Valentine's Day!