Disclaimer: Vic and Mac used to belong to Alliance, but since they decided
to cancel them, we like to
think they belong to us now<g>.
Notes: This is our response to the ABC challenges posted on other
lists, where you have to use each
letter of the alphabet, in order, to start your sentences. (But you can start with any letter you want, you
just have to use them all, and stay in order.)
Tickle Torture (aka The ABC Challenge Response)
Mac slowly brushed the feather down Victor's chest, fascinated by his body's response.
Nipples tightening into hard peaks, stomach muscles rippling.
"Ooooooooh!" Victor breathed, shuddering at the almost, but not quite, touch.
"Please, more!" Vic begged his lover, arching his back for greater contact
and whimpering slightly when
it was denied.
Quelling his lover's movement with a soft, "You know you're supposed to be still," Mac continued his teasing.
Rocking back on his heels, Mac repositioned himself so he could better reach Victor's lower half.
Slowly, Mac extended his arm, trailing just the very tip of the feather
in small circles over his partner's quivering stomach, then lower still,
tracing the almost invisible line of hair that led down to his lover's
Totally focused on what he was doing, Mac ignored his partners pleas for more stimulation, and continued on his journey downwards, skirting the part of his lover that was screaming for attention, stroking the feather from hip to knee and back again, repeating his actions on the neglected leg.
Unable to control himself, Mac just had to run the feather over the bottom of his lover's left foot.
Victor's right foot then shot out, kicking Mac in the stomach, and knocking him to the floor.
"Well, that really killed the mood," Vic said, as his lover lay gasping on the floor.
"X-Files is on, if you wanna just give this up for now."
"You just can't handle it, I know," Mac grumbled breathlessly, as he pounced on his lover from the floor and started teasing him with the feather again.
Zig-zaging a tantalizing path up and down his lover's sides, he soon had him helpless with laughter and begging for mercy.
"Aaah, Mac, please, I can't take anymore," Vic gasped out.
"Beg all you want, my love, I'm not done playing yet," Mac answered with an evil grin.
"C'mon Mac, quit fooling around and just fuck me, that is where we were heading, isn't it?" Vic complained, pouting adorably.
"Didn't your mother ever teach you that patience is a virtue, Victor,
or that good things come to those
"Er no, actually, she taught me I should always go after everything I wanted, 'cause slackers never win."
Finally giving in to his body's urgings, Vic grabbed his lover and rolled over with him in his arms, ending with Vic now on top.
Grinning even more at his lover's obvious impatience, Mac squirmed, bringing their cocks into better alignment, and bucked up against him.
Hissing through gritted teeth, Vic rode his lover's arching hips and urged him on to move faster, increasing the friction until they were both moaning continuously and sweat was lightly beading on their heated flesh.
"I can't wait Mac, gotta come now!" Vic gasped, grinding his erection against Mac's.
"Just wait one more minute, baby, please...wait for me," Mac gasped, then grabbed Vic's head, and plunged his tongue into his mouth.
Kissing Vic like there was no tomorrow, Mac sped up the pace of his thrusts, digging his fingers into his lover's hips as he felt himself explode, watching Vic's head fall back and hearing his scream of pleasure.
Lying back against the tangled and sweaty sheets, Mac smiled as he heard
his almost asleep lover mumble something against his chest, smiling even
more when he realized just what he had said, and knowing that when Vic
finally carried out his threat and got him back for teasing him, that he
would enjoy every single second of it.