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kathierif_ficTitle: Pet care (part 1)
Author: Kathie
Rating: FRM, maybe
SPOILER: Corporate Warriors.
Warnings: er...D/S, slash, mainly...
Pairing: Shel/Don!
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nerfgunqueen, a2h, matilda36
Summary: How to take care of a disobedient pet.
***
The second he stepped into the apartment, he was shoved roughly into the wall. Don stumbled face first against the rough wallpaper, but before he could make a move, his wrists were grabbed in a strong, bruising grip, and a leg was pressed between his.
A kiss was pressed against his neck, right over the collar of his coat, and a soothing and familiar voice murmured: “Relax, it’s me.”
Don swallowed, but he managed a tiny nod.
Sharp teeth closed over the skin at his neck, holding him immobile, like a dog, and he shivered slightly. His arms were pulled back and transferred in a one-handed grip, and then something stiff closed around his wrists.
Don bit his lip to stop himself, but the cold metal of the standard issued cuffs around his wrists had him hard and aching in a moment, and the leg that was still pressed between his only heightened the sensations.
“Good pet,” the voice, smooth as sun-warmed honey, breathed against his ear, before his shoulder was grabbed and he was turned around, to finally face the other man.
His breath caught in his throat, and he didn’t even notice when he was shoved back in the wall, putting uncomfortable strain on his shoulders and his now cuffed wrists. This time a tiny moan escaped him, and the other man smiled briefly before leaning against Don and pressing their lips together in a deep, possessive kiss. The leg was back, rubbing against him lightly, and strong fingers danced over his chest.
There was nothing Don could do. He surrendered and let the other man push his tongue into his mouth, aggressive and possessive. It didn’t matter that Don was taller and that he had to tilt his head downwards for the kiss, it was very obvious who was in control of the kiss.
After a final bite to his bottom lip his mouth was finally released, and his captor stepped back, the faint, slightly amused smile still firmly plastered to his face. Don couldn’t stop the small hitch in his breathing as he let his gaze wander over the strong, muscular body, over the bare feet, the dark-grey pants and the lighter grey shirt until his eyes finally settled on the other one’s eyes.
“We have a few things to talk about, pet,” he was informed. “Get on your knees.”
Quickly Don did what he was told, not caring that he still wore his coat or his shoes, or that the cuffs bit painfully into the skin of his wrists.
“Such an eager little pet you are.” The voice held nothing but affectionate amusement, and Don felt himself blushing at the compliment. “And yet, so impatient and rash. We need to work on that, pet.”
He stepped closer and brushed his hand through Don’s hair in a brief caress. “I will release your wrists now. Get undressed, get cleaned up, and do it quickly. I’ll be in the office.”
Don swallowed and nodded quickly. As soon as his wrists were free, he rose, toed off his shoes and shrugged out of his coat.
He knew that he was being watched, and so he couldn’t help himself but smiled seductively over his shoulder as he walked slowly down the hall towards the bathroom, where he got undressed and took a quick shower.
He was still drying his hair with a towel when he walked into the small home office. The lacquered, black box on top of the desk made him swallow in anticipation, but he didn’t slow down until he stood directly in front of the desk, with his hands behind his back and his eyes down, just as he’d been taught.
“Knees,” came the command, and immediately he went around the desk and knelt down, next to the chair, an amused smile on his lips. This promised to be a very intense night. He had no idea what had brought this on, but he didn’t complain.
He held still as the stiff collar was buckled around his throat and as the black, wide cuffs were fitted back around his wrists and then connected by a sturdy piece of chain, so that his hands were caught at the small of his back.
“We need to talk.” A hand settled on his shoulder, curved around his neck and pulled him closer. “About what happened today. At the crime scene.”
Don frowned slightly, but he remained silent. His dislike for the assortment of gags he already had been forced to wear had grown to the point where he had learned to keep his mouth shut.
“So, tell me, pet: is that a turf thing? You’re the detective, I am the scientist?” The hand tightened against his neck, and Don tensed.
“I think you’ve forgotten your place, my little pet,” the voice continued softly. “You need a small – reinforcement.”
The free hand ghosted over his hair and petted him, but the caress didn’t have its usual comfort.
“That’s work!” he protested. “It has nothing to do with this.”
“Did I allow you to speak, pet?” The words made Don swallow. This was like nothing he’d ever experienced in this kind of situation, not with this man who usually was so quiet and even-tempered. The feeling of helplessness, usually something he enjoyed here, threatened to stifle him.
He tried to pull back.
“Still!”
The sharp command made Don struggle even harder. Fingernails dug into his naked shoulder, and he gasped at the small pain.
“Stop!” he finally cried out. “Hawkes!”
Abruptly he was released and fell back against the edge of the desk. With his hands still trapped, he couldn’t stop the fall, and he crashed hard against the wood.
He blinked and shook his head to get rid of the dizziness.
“Don?” the distressed voice cut through the haze and the sound of blood rushing in his ears. He blinked again and tried to focus on Sheldon.
“Don? God, I’m sorry. Sorry.” Sheldon’s hands carefully glided over his skull and around the edges of the collar before gliding down his spine and releasing his wrists with a few, clinically effective moves.
“Nah, it’s alright, I’m fine,” Don muttered and tried to sit up.
“Lie down!” Sheldon sharply ordered, and Don’s lips twitched. “You surprised me, that’s all. Give me a second. I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine. We’re done for tonight.” Sheldon’s hands smoothed over Don’s head, careful of the bump where he had connected with the desk. “I’m sorry.”
Don swallowed and sat back up. “I know how to do my job,” he said seriously. “And it’s part of my job to keep ‘em away. You have no right to react the way you did.”
Sheldon didn’t answer. Instead he busied himself with the task of taking off Don’s collar and the cuffs. “It was my fault. I was angry. I should never have started this.”
Don sighed and wrapped his arms around himself. “It’s nothing.”
“You freaked,” Sheldon clarified. “A relationship like this can only work when you trust me. You didn’t.”
“You didn’t listen to me.” Don snapped.
“You didn’t safeword!” Sheldon answered calmly and stood up. Offering Don a hand up, he continued: “I know that you like to fight a bit against the boundaries I’ve set for you. That’s why I didn’t let you go immediately. You’re far too stubborn just to give in gracefully.”
“Hey!” Don objected sharply. “I’m not!”
Sheldon sighed. “Maybe we need to stop doing this,” he said softly. “I should never have started it tonight, not in the state of mind I was in. I could have seriously hurt you.”
Don rolled his eyes. “What, I hit my head and you go all Mac on me? I told you I’m fine. I have a thick skull.”
“Be glad you do,” Sheldon said. “And I told you we’re done for the night.”
“What, you’re leaving me here, like this?” Don challenged and made a step towards him.
“Of course not,” Sheldon frowned. “I’m just saying we’re done for the night!” He ushered Don into the kitchen and pulled an icepack out of the freezer. “It doesn’t look like a concussion,” he said, “but I want you to put this on your head.”
Don crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Make me,” he challenged, defiance glaring in his eyes.
Sheldon glared at him. The case he had worked on all day long had hit close, too close to be comfortable with, and, unlike the others, he hadn’t learned yet to push all thoughts of work aside as soon as he left the lab. Being with Don helped with that, because it gave him the opportunity to concentrate on something else, on someone. But tonight he had broken the most important rule. He had allowed his distress to cloud his judgement, and he had lost control, and thereby Don. Something like that could never happen again, and if that meant that he had to stop doing this, he would. He opened his mouth to tell Don exactly that, but Don was quicker. He pulled out a chair from under the table and, with a mixture of pushing and glaring, made Sheldon sit down. “I’m fine, you’re fine, everything’s fine, now please,” he said and lowered himself to his knees between Sheldon’s legs and bowed his head.
“We need to talk about this,” Sheldon murmured, but he brushed dark hair aside and placed the icepack against the slight swelling. He had made up his mind. This would end, as soon as he was sure that Don hadn’t hurt himself – as soon as he was sure that he hadn’t hurt Don too much.
“Yes…Sir.” Don smiled at him through dark, long lashes, and despite his best efforts, despite the horrible things he had seen that day, and despite his decision to end this – this relationship – as soon as he was sure that Don was okay, Sheldon had to smile back softly.
“It wasn’t your fault,” Don whispered. “You were right, I didn’t safeword. I didn’t even think about it. Want to know why?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. “I trust you.”
He reached up and pulled Sheldon’s head down in a deep kiss. His tongue gently licked along Sheldon’s lips, teasing them open until he could slip his tongue in. Sheldon made an involuntary sound deep in his throat, and Don touched his tongue against Sheldon’s, wrapping around it and coaxing it in his own mouth. He sound of the icepack hitting the floor made him smile briefly, but then Sheldon’s fingers were back in his hair, angling his head gently, and his tongue thrust deep in Don’s mouth.
Don moaned happily and alternated between sucking on the alien and yet so familiar tongue in his mouth and nipping it gently with his teeth.
Finally Sheldon managed to pull away. Gasping slightly to get the much needed oxygen into his lungs, he leaned his forehead against Don’s. “Disobedient little pet.”
Don smiled. “Does that mean I can have my collar back?”
“No,” Sheldon told him firmly. “It means you’re going to bed now, and if you get a headache, you’re going to tell me immediately, and I’ll take you to the ER.”
Don pouted slightly. “I don’t want to…” A kiss stopped him mid-sentence. “I don’t care what you want, pet.” Sheldon informed him. “Bed. Now.”
Don rolled his eyes, but he got up and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “You know, when I was younger, I played hockey,” he said and grinned. “I’m used to things hitting my head.”
“That would explain it,” Sheldon answered dryly and bent down to pick the icepack up.
“Explain what?” Don asked curiously.
“Why you’re never listening. Damage to the brain due to repeated blunt force trauma to the head.”
Don laughed and went into the bedroom, shortly followed by Sheldon. “Bottom line? I’m fine.”
“You’re not.” Sheldon said firmly. “And I’m not, either.”
Don stopped and turned around to him. “It wasn’t your fault, Shel. Seriously, you’re turning Mac on me. If I wanted someone to coddle me, I’d be sleeping with Mac,” he said earnestly.
For a second, they looked at each other, and then both burst out in laughter. “I didn’t know you’re masochistic, too,” Shel finally gasped and pulled Don in a hug. “My pet.”
Don hummed and wrapped himself around Shel. “Yours,” he agreed and pressed a quick kiss to Sheldon’s neck.
A sharp slap to his naked ass made him pull back again. “So, we’re okay?” he asked, and Sheldon kissed him again.
“You disobeyed me, pet.”
Don grinned happily. “I did.”
“You will get punished for that.” Sheldon said calmly. “But not tonight. Get me undressed.”
He still felt uncomfortable with it, and he promised himself fiercely that something like this would never happen again. He would pay more attention to Don, and at the slightest sign that he didn’t trust him anymore, he would end this.
He just hoped that he had the power to do it, he thought while watching Don helping him getting undressed and at the same time fall back into his submissive persona.
They got under the covers, and Sheldon pulled Don close to himself. “If you get a headache, or you’re feeling sick, you will wake me immediately, is that understood, pet?” he ordered softly.
He could feel Don’s nod where silky hair brushed against his chest, and then Don rolled around and Sheldon asked: “Why did you stop, pet?”
“Stop what?” Don asked back around a huge yawn. Sheldon could feel fingers creep over his chest, starting to toy with a nipple, and he smiled in the darkness. Of course this behaviour had to be punished.
As soon as he was sure that Don really was okay.
“Playing hockey,” he clarified.
Don snorted. “I didn’t. Not entirely. I still play. Sometimes.” He sighed. “It’s just a game.”
Sheldon didn’t answer. He was sure that there was more to it, and he was determined to find out what.
After all, it was his job to look after his pet.
The End
Author: Kathie
Rating: FRM, maybe
SPOILER: Corporate Warriors.
Warnings: er...D/S, slash, mainly...
Pairing: Shel/Don!
Betas:
nerfgunqueen, a2h, matilda36Summary: How to take care of a disobedient pet.
***
The second he stepped into the apartment, he was shoved roughly into the wall. Don stumbled face first against the rough wallpaper, but before he could make a move, his wrists were grabbed in a strong, bruising grip, and a leg was pressed between his.
A kiss was pressed against his neck, right over the collar of his coat, and a soothing and familiar voice murmured: “Relax, it’s me.”
Don swallowed, but he managed a tiny nod.
Sharp teeth closed over the skin at his neck, holding him immobile, like a dog, and he shivered slightly. His arms were pulled back and transferred in a one-handed grip, and then something stiff closed around his wrists.
Don bit his lip to stop himself, but the cold metal of the standard issued cuffs around his wrists had him hard and aching in a moment, and the leg that was still pressed between his only heightened the sensations.
“Good pet,” the voice, smooth as sun-warmed honey, breathed against his ear, before his shoulder was grabbed and he was turned around, to finally face the other man.
His breath caught in his throat, and he didn’t even notice when he was shoved back in the wall, putting uncomfortable strain on his shoulders and his now cuffed wrists. This time a tiny moan escaped him, and the other man smiled briefly before leaning against Don and pressing their lips together in a deep, possessive kiss. The leg was back, rubbing against him lightly, and strong fingers danced over his chest.
There was nothing Don could do. He surrendered and let the other man push his tongue into his mouth, aggressive and possessive. It didn’t matter that Don was taller and that he had to tilt his head downwards for the kiss, it was very obvious who was in control of the kiss.
After a final bite to his bottom lip his mouth was finally released, and his captor stepped back, the faint, slightly amused smile still firmly plastered to his face. Don couldn’t stop the small hitch in his breathing as he let his gaze wander over the strong, muscular body, over the bare feet, the dark-grey pants and the lighter grey shirt until his eyes finally settled on the other one’s eyes.
“We have a few things to talk about, pet,” he was informed. “Get on your knees.”
Quickly Don did what he was told, not caring that he still wore his coat or his shoes, or that the cuffs bit painfully into the skin of his wrists.
“Such an eager little pet you are.” The voice held nothing but affectionate amusement, and Don felt himself blushing at the compliment. “And yet, so impatient and rash. We need to work on that, pet.”
He stepped closer and brushed his hand through Don’s hair in a brief caress. “I will release your wrists now. Get undressed, get cleaned up, and do it quickly. I’ll be in the office.”
Don swallowed and nodded quickly. As soon as his wrists were free, he rose, toed off his shoes and shrugged out of his coat.
He knew that he was being watched, and so he couldn’t help himself but smiled seductively over his shoulder as he walked slowly down the hall towards the bathroom, where he got undressed and took a quick shower.
He was still drying his hair with a towel when he walked into the small home office. The lacquered, black box on top of the desk made him swallow in anticipation, but he didn’t slow down until he stood directly in front of the desk, with his hands behind his back and his eyes down, just as he’d been taught.
“Knees,” came the command, and immediately he went around the desk and knelt down, next to the chair, an amused smile on his lips. This promised to be a very intense night. He had no idea what had brought this on, but he didn’t complain.
He held still as the stiff collar was buckled around his throat and as the black, wide cuffs were fitted back around his wrists and then connected by a sturdy piece of chain, so that his hands were caught at the small of his back.
“We need to talk.” A hand settled on his shoulder, curved around his neck and pulled him closer. “About what happened today. At the crime scene.”
Don frowned slightly, but he remained silent. His dislike for the assortment of gags he already had been forced to wear had grown to the point where he had learned to keep his mouth shut.
“So, tell me, pet: is that a turf thing? You’re the detective, I am the scientist?” The hand tightened against his neck, and Don tensed.
“I think you’ve forgotten your place, my little pet,” the voice continued softly. “You need a small – reinforcement.”
The free hand ghosted over his hair and petted him, but the caress didn’t have its usual comfort.
“That’s work!” he protested. “It has nothing to do with this.”
“Did I allow you to speak, pet?” The words made Don swallow. This was like nothing he’d ever experienced in this kind of situation, not with this man who usually was so quiet and even-tempered. The feeling of helplessness, usually something he enjoyed here, threatened to stifle him.
He tried to pull back.
“Still!”
The sharp command made Don struggle even harder. Fingernails dug into his naked shoulder, and he gasped at the small pain.
“Stop!” he finally cried out. “Hawkes!”
Abruptly he was released and fell back against the edge of the desk. With his hands still trapped, he couldn’t stop the fall, and he crashed hard against the wood.
He blinked and shook his head to get rid of the dizziness.
“Don?” the distressed voice cut through the haze and the sound of blood rushing in his ears. He blinked again and tried to focus on Sheldon.
“Don? God, I’m sorry. Sorry.” Sheldon’s hands carefully glided over his skull and around the edges of the collar before gliding down his spine and releasing his wrists with a few, clinically effective moves.
“Nah, it’s alright, I’m fine,” Don muttered and tried to sit up.
“Lie down!” Sheldon sharply ordered, and Don’s lips twitched. “You surprised me, that’s all. Give me a second. I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine. We’re done for tonight.” Sheldon’s hands smoothed over Don’s head, careful of the bump where he had connected with the desk. “I’m sorry.”
Don swallowed and sat back up. “I know how to do my job,” he said seriously. “And it’s part of my job to keep ‘em away. You have no right to react the way you did.”
Sheldon didn’t answer. Instead he busied himself with the task of taking off Don’s collar and the cuffs. “It was my fault. I was angry. I should never have started this.”
Don sighed and wrapped his arms around himself. “It’s nothing.”
“You freaked,” Sheldon clarified. “A relationship like this can only work when you trust me. You didn’t.”
“You didn’t listen to me.” Don snapped.
“You didn’t safeword!” Sheldon answered calmly and stood up. Offering Don a hand up, he continued: “I know that you like to fight a bit against the boundaries I’ve set for you. That’s why I didn’t let you go immediately. You’re far too stubborn just to give in gracefully.”
“Hey!” Don objected sharply. “I’m not!”
Sheldon sighed. “Maybe we need to stop doing this,” he said softly. “I should never have started it tonight, not in the state of mind I was in. I could have seriously hurt you.”
Don rolled his eyes. “What, I hit my head and you go all Mac on me? I told you I’m fine. I have a thick skull.”
“Be glad you do,” Sheldon said. “And I told you we’re done for the night.”
“What, you’re leaving me here, like this?” Don challenged and made a step towards him.
“Of course not,” Sheldon frowned. “I’m just saying we’re done for the night!” He ushered Don into the kitchen and pulled an icepack out of the freezer. “It doesn’t look like a concussion,” he said, “but I want you to put this on your head.”
Don crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Make me,” he challenged, defiance glaring in his eyes.
Sheldon glared at him. The case he had worked on all day long had hit close, too close to be comfortable with, and, unlike the others, he hadn’t learned yet to push all thoughts of work aside as soon as he left the lab. Being with Don helped with that, because it gave him the opportunity to concentrate on something else, on someone. But tonight he had broken the most important rule. He had allowed his distress to cloud his judgement, and he had lost control, and thereby Don. Something like that could never happen again, and if that meant that he had to stop doing this, he would. He opened his mouth to tell Don exactly that, but Don was quicker. He pulled out a chair from under the table and, with a mixture of pushing and glaring, made Sheldon sit down. “I’m fine, you’re fine, everything’s fine, now please,” he said and lowered himself to his knees between Sheldon’s legs and bowed his head.
“We need to talk about this,” Sheldon murmured, but he brushed dark hair aside and placed the icepack against the slight swelling. He had made up his mind. This would end, as soon as he was sure that Don hadn’t hurt himself – as soon as he was sure that he hadn’t hurt Don too much.
“Yes…Sir.” Don smiled at him through dark, long lashes, and despite his best efforts, despite the horrible things he had seen that day, and despite his decision to end this – this relationship – as soon as he was sure that Don was okay, Sheldon had to smile back softly.
“It wasn’t your fault,” Don whispered. “You were right, I didn’t safeword. I didn’t even think about it. Want to know why?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. “I trust you.”
He reached up and pulled Sheldon’s head down in a deep kiss. His tongue gently licked along Sheldon’s lips, teasing them open until he could slip his tongue in. Sheldon made an involuntary sound deep in his throat, and Don touched his tongue against Sheldon’s, wrapping around it and coaxing it in his own mouth. He sound of the icepack hitting the floor made him smile briefly, but then Sheldon’s fingers were back in his hair, angling his head gently, and his tongue thrust deep in Don’s mouth.
Don moaned happily and alternated between sucking on the alien and yet so familiar tongue in his mouth and nipping it gently with his teeth.
Finally Sheldon managed to pull away. Gasping slightly to get the much needed oxygen into his lungs, he leaned his forehead against Don’s. “Disobedient little pet.”
Don smiled. “Does that mean I can have my collar back?”
“No,” Sheldon told him firmly. “It means you’re going to bed now, and if you get a headache, you’re going to tell me immediately, and I’ll take you to the ER.”
Don pouted slightly. “I don’t want to…” A kiss stopped him mid-sentence. “I don’t care what you want, pet.” Sheldon informed him. “Bed. Now.”
Don rolled his eyes, but he got up and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “You know, when I was younger, I played hockey,” he said and grinned. “I’m used to things hitting my head.”
“That would explain it,” Sheldon answered dryly and bent down to pick the icepack up.
“Explain what?” Don asked curiously.
“Why you’re never listening. Damage to the brain due to repeated blunt force trauma to the head.”
Don laughed and went into the bedroom, shortly followed by Sheldon. “Bottom line? I’m fine.”
“You’re not.” Sheldon said firmly. “And I’m not, either.”
Don stopped and turned around to him. “It wasn’t your fault, Shel. Seriously, you’re turning Mac on me. If I wanted someone to coddle me, I’d be sleeping with Mac,” he said earnestly.
For a second, they looked at each other, and then both burst out in laughter. “I didn’t know you’re masochistic, too,” Shel finally gasped and pulled Don in a hug. “My pet.”
Don hummed and wrapped himself around Shel. “Yours,” he agreed and pressed a quick kiss to Sheldon’s neck.
A sharp slap to his naked ass made him pull back again. “So, we’re okay?” he asked, and Sheldon kissed him again.
“You disobeyed me, pet.”
Don grinned happily. “I did.”
“You will get punished for that.” Sheldon said calmly. “But not tonight. Get me undressed.”
He still felt uncomfortable with it, and he promised himself fiercely that something like this would never happen again. He would pay more attention to Don, and at the slightest sign that he didn’t trust him anymore, he would end this.
He just hoped that he had the power to do it, he thought while watching Don helping him getting undressed and at the same time fall back into his submissive persona.
They got under the covers, and Sheldon pulled Don close to himself. “If you get a headache, or you’re feeling sick, you will wake me immediately, is that understood, pet?” he ordered softly.
He could feel Don’s nod where silky hair brushed against his chest, and then Don rolled around and Sheldon asked: “Why did you stop, pet?”
“Stop what?” Don asked back around a huge yawn. Sheldon could feel fingers creep over his chest, starting to toy with a nipple, and he smiled in the darkness. Of course this behaviour had to be punished.
As soon as he was sure that Don really was okay.
“Playing hockey,” he clarified.
Don snorted. “I didn’t. Not entirely. I still play. Sometimes.” He sighed. “It’s just a game.”
Sheldon didn’t answer. He was sure that there was more to it, and he was determined to find out what.
After all, it was his job to look after his pet.
The End