Barred Dreams

Title: Barred Dreams
Author: JadeHeart
Fandom: UGH –Under Grand Hotel (manga)
Pairing: Sword/Sen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sexual situations, yaoi

Summary: Even dreams can be imprisoned and Sen has one that he knows will never see the light of day.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this, they belong to the creator of ‘UGH (UnderGrand Hotel)’, nor am I making any profits from it.

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Sen lay there in the dark, staring up at the springs of the bunk above him. The warmth at his side was comforting, Sword’s arm thrown possessively across his stomach a welcome touch. He knew he wouldn’t trade this with anyone.

Their time together had been turbulent; filled with treachery, betrayal and lies, between others but mostly themselves. When they had both finally given into the feelings that were tying their emotions in knots; when they were finally able to admit and voice those feelings, putting them into words, suddenly it had seemed like everything had become crystal clear in a blinding way that made them wonder why they hadn’t admitted it sooner.

Sword snuffled in his sleep, burrowing his face in closer to the crook of Sen’s neck, one leg sliding over Sen’s and slipping between.

A smile stole over Sen’s face. Sword would never admit to how possessive he was. Yet even when he slept, every movement announced to anyone who saw them that Sen belonged to him, and only him. It was a trait that Sen found rather endearing, although it also caused a great deal of concern as he knew that Sword would kill because of that same possessiveness.

He desperately wanted to roll over onto his stomach. His arse was beginning to throb from lying on his back for all this time. Sword had been particularly passionate tonight. Sen couldn’t think why. Nothing special had happened that he knew of, either good or bad. Not that he knew everything about what went on in Sword’s day. His other ‘business’ he stayed out of – by choice and also by Sword’s own insistence for his well being. Sword didn’t want him mixed up in that side of things in UGH and that suited him. There was enough to worry about in this place without adding anything more.

His arse gave another throb and he winced. No matter how many times he did it, no matter how used to it he thought he was, it would still hurt afterwards. Not so bad nowadays as it used to, but when Sword got carried away like tonight, Sen would suffer for it the next day.

The pain was now too much to ignore and so he eased his leg from under Sword’s and managed to roll over onto his stomach without waking his slumbering partner. As soon as he had shifted position, Sword’s arm tightened about his waist and drew him in closer. No, there was no getting away from this man.

From his new position Sen gazed at Sword’s sleeping face. It looked surprisingly different when he was asleep. Only now did it show his true age, show just how young he was, a youth barely out of his teens. The cynical look was gone, the cold hard eyes were hidden, the harsh cutting tongue was silent. In sleep, Sword looked at peace, a word Sen never really thought could ever be associated with someone like him.

Sen’s arse throbbed again. Damn, Sword really did a number on him this time. He was going to have to tell him when he awoke that they would have to abstain for a few days which was not going to make Sword happy.

Another throb; this time running down the back of his legs also. Sen recalled his legs pressed high over Sword’s shoulders, parting him completely so he could plunge deeper inside. He was sure that he would have bruises imprinted on his thighs where Sword’s fingers had dug in, holding him, pulling him back against each thrust.

Sen shuddered, his body flushing with heat at the memory. He had thought he was going to die tonight. First, Sword had made him come from just a blow job, always a good start to the evening. But then he had proceeded to bring him to climax no less than three times, relentlessly pounding deep inside, unerringly striking that sweet spot over and over again, making Sen moan and writhe in pleasure.

Each time he had come he had thought it would be enough for Sword but it hadn’t been. He continued to control Sen’s every thought and motion, his body like a toy of Sword’s own making. Only by the last time when Sen had cried out in pleasure almost bordering on pain as his fourth climax ripped from his body, smearing liberally between their moving bodies, did he finally feel Sword stiffen and shudder, then jerk hard a few more times as that liquid warmth filled him inside.

Sword rarely bothered with a condom now, not caring about the possible uncleanliness and insistent that Sen also forewent one, saying he liked to feel Sen’s release on both their bodies and being able to see it spill from him. He had been looking deep into Sen’s eyes when he had told him this, saying how much it turned him on and said like that, with Sen able to see and feel the difference in Sword’s performance from exactly that, he had decided he could put up with the mess it frequently made.

However, Sen was still a little uncomfortable about it at times and so had made the effort to try to keep himself far cleaner inside also. A bit of judicious checking via the internet, with the help of an imprisoned computer geek, he had been able to peruse a few sites to get some pointers on what to do. He didn’t particularly like having to go through the actions but it did seem to help a little and make it easier for them both.

Of course, that only worked if Sword stuck to a routine and they had sex after he’d done it which usually wasn’t the case. With Sword, sex could be at anytime and any place and Sen had become quite used to that by now. Not just used to it, but excited by it. All it took was for Sword to indicate his desire and Sen found himself getting hard. That’s what this man could make him do.

But no matter how much he desired it, no matter how much he had come to love feeling Sword’s arms around him, to feel his body pressing down on his, to feel Sword’s cock thrusting inside him drawing out such intense pleasure that he never knew he could feel. Despite all that, he wanted more now.

His eyes continued to roam over the man lying next to him. The long dread locks coiled around the head like sleeping serpents, lying over the pillow and trailing down Sword’s shoulders. They were very soft, despite their appearance, and as they touched Sen’s body in the throes of passion it would feel as though Sword had a hundred hands touching him everywhere.

Sen’s eyes continued their journey. The sheet was bunched up around their waists so Sword’s strong back was bare. He could see the slight rise and fall as Sword breathed, slow and steady. He looked further down over Sword’s shoulder and could see that the sheet did not quite cover Sword’s lower back and he could see the roundness of firm buttocks where they joined.

Another flush of heat burned his body, not from memory this time but from fantasy. Since his return to Sword’s side and their mutual admission of love, he had been plagued by these dreams over and over again. The fact that he knew he would never be able to fulfill them did not make it any less potent. In fact, it seemed to intensify it because of its improbability.

His short time with Norman had opened up another world to him. Up until then he had been the receiver, he was the one who would be made to feel completely boneless and without will, entirely at Sword’s mercy. But while with Norman he had found another pleasure. The pleasure of being the controller, the pleasure of drawing those cries of ecstasy from another.

He had felt guilty that as he would watch Norman lying on his side as he fingered him, his hands jerking his stiff erection, moaning in pleasure, that he envisioned Sword like that. When he turned Norman onto his hands and knees and thrust into him from behind, as he leant over the sweating back and reached under to wrap a hand around his pulsing shaft, squeezing it in time to his movements and feeling it jerk and fill the condom, that he wished it was Sword.

He couldn’t help it when the image of Sword overlaid Norman as he willingly rolled onto his back, spreading his legs, inviting Sen to plunder his depths. For Sen the ultimate would be to have Sword do that; to willingly give himself to Sen, to give him that control and freedom to do as he wanted.

Sen wanted to see Sword lift himself to sit on his lap, to slowly slide down his stiff erection, slick with Sword’s saliva, then to ride him hard, head thrown back as they both came together.

The heat in Sen’s body continued to build as these unrelenting thoughts gave him no respite. He could feel his hard erection pressed firmly into the mattress beneath him. He tried to rub himself against it, closing his eyes and concentrating in the hope he could bring himself to completion quickly.

He was suddenly aware of a hand sliding over his buttocks, tracing down the cleft to slip between his parted legs to cup his testicles, squeezing. He gasped and his hips rose slightly.

The hand slid under his body further, taking advantage of this movement. Now it wrapped around his aching cock and began to stroke him. He groaned again, burying his face into his arms and pillow. He felt the mattress shift as Sword moved, felt his body now lying more across his back, hot breath caressing his ear and making him shudder.

“Seems like you’re ready for another round, huh?” Sword’s whisper was intoxicating, sending shivers up Sens’ spine.

“Uh,” was all he was able to respond as Sword expertly jerked him off.

He felt Sword’s hot kisses on his cheek, his temple, hot tongue trailing a blazing path across the back of his neck. Sword gave a small bite to the back of his shoulder, a technique that they had both discovered to be highly erotic, and sure enough Sen jerked at the touch, moaning again and he knew that Sword could feel his cock twitch in his grip at the same time.

He felt Sword move again but his mind was mainly taken up with the pleasure that his hand was giving him. He then felt a second hand slide under his waist, raising his hips. He tried to conjure up a protest, to say he thought he would split in two if Sword took him again, but the jerking on his cock intensified and stopped all thought as his hips bucked up before pressing into the firm hand that gripped him.

He felt a coldness then against his rear and gasped at the contact, both from the chill and the slight pain as a digit slid inside. He gritted his teeth at the burning and tearing feeling, tears leaking from the corner of his eyes. Sword continued to gently finger him, sometimes withdrawing only to return with more coldness as further cream was smeared inside Sen.

Suddenly Sen realized that there didn’t seem to be any pain any longer. He was confused for a moment but then ceased to wonder about it as he felt a familiar pressure against his arse as Sword pushed inside.

“Easy,” Sword murmured. “Relax and I’ll be in soon.”

Sen automatically did as instructed, the baser nature of his body remembering the pleasure it could receive if it accepted this intrusion. He felt the pressure intensify and then suddenly the resistance ended, to be replaced with a pressure sensation as Sword’s hard cock continued to push in, filling him to capacity.

His body welcomed this invasion, responding immediately and he groaned deeply.

“That’s good,” Sword murmured as he withdrew and pushed back in again.

Sen could feel him hunched over his back, the tendrils of his dread locks trailing over his back raising goose-bumps across his flesh. Sword began to thrust in earnest then; faster, harder, his own breathing ragged. Sen could feel his fingers flex into the soft flesh of his buttocks and inner thighs, digging in.

Sword continued to thrust into him as he breathed through every pulse. As the pleasure intensified, Sen could picture in his mind doing this to Sword; being able to grip that taut body, run his hands over that smooth skin and feel the ripple of muscles as they bunched and released with every thrust. He could imagine what it would feel like to hear Sword’s voice rising with pleasure, gasping in need.

Sword suddenly pulled him back so he was practically sitting on the other’s legs. This position plunged Sword’s cock in even deeper bringing dark spots to Sen’s vision as he felt his body tense up, arching back against the man behind him. His back bowed, head resting on Sword’s shoulder as the other bit hard into the side of his neck, their joined hands over his cock pumping as he let out a high cry and he climaxed hard, semen spurting upwards in a high arc, spattering his chest and chin.

He could feel his channel squeeze tight in a corresponding contraction, could feel it gripping Sword’s hard cock so tightly he couldn’t move and heard the hoarse shout Sword made also, one hand crossed over Sen’s chest to reach up and grip his shoulder, pressing him down hard, burying himself as deeply as he could as his entire body jerked as he came.

Sen could feel that familiar warmth filling him, felt Sword’s release spurting against the walls of his channel. The last coherent thought he had was how he wished he could do this to Sword and see Sword’s face at this moment.

When he next opened his eyes he saw Sword lying beside him. They had made it a habit that after having sex they would generally strip the bed of the soiled bed clothes, bringing the clean ones from the top bunk down to sleep in. It had made things a lot more comfortable for them, especially since Sword had called in a favour and had their bed linen laundered each day instead of waiting for the usual wash day. The clean smell and crisp feel the sheet he was lying on and the one over his body told him that Sword must have already made this change. That meant he must have passed out after.

He could feel a soft gentle hand making soothing circles across his lower back.

“How’s your arse?” Sword asked softly.

Sen concentrated for a moment.

“It doesn’t hurt,” he said with surprise.

Considering how he had felt prior, after this last bout he should have been screaming in pain and bleeding heavily. A slight stickiness indicated that the latter was actually occurring but it didn’t seem too bad.

Sword pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his rounded shoulder. “I got the cream from the doc,” he said, leaning back. “He said it would numb everything so there was no pain. Thought you might need it.”

Sen was touched by Sword’s concern and care, although he had a feeling that no little part of it was that it would make it easier for Sword to keep having sex for longer. Still, it did show he was thinking of Sen as well. It was moments like this that Sword would show a more tender side, only when he chose to, very much in contrast to his general nature.

Sword shifted, making himself comfortable.

“We’d better take it easy for the next couple of days,” he said, lying on his back and closing his eyes. “Don’t want to do any permanent damage to you.”

“You just don’t want to have to look for another sex toy,” Sen said with a smile, taking away any sting to the words.

Sword cracked an eye open. “Too right! They’re a bitch to train.”

“Really,” Sen said quietly, dropping his eyes and trying to smother the stab of hurt at that reference. He still felt at times a little uncertain as to just how much did Sword love him or was it just about the sex.

A hand cupped the side of his face before sliding through his hair to the back of his head.

“I’ve given up toys. That’s why I’m sticking to only the real thing, and with the one I really want.”

When looking at Sword’s face and hearing him say such words, Sen’s heart was soothed. He smiled in return.

“Don’t you go all mushy on me,” he said with a small laugh. “People will think you’ve gone soft.”

“Ha!” Sword snorted. “Not likely!”

He leant forward so their foreheads touched.

“You’re the only one who will ever see me like this,” he promised.

Sen closed his eyes in response, feeling comforted and at peace. “I know,” he said.

He felt fatigue dragging at his eyelids as his body finally gave way to the strain that had been placed upon it. He could feel Sword’s breath brushing his face, slowing, and he knew that sleep had claimed his lover as he too felt himself falling into that blackness.

But as he did, the last image in his mind was the imagined look of Sword’s face in utter ecstasy as Sen thrust deep inside him.

~End~