Me and Kate are playing a drabble exchange game. Here there be a random drabble with the prompt 'bondage'. Nothing to do with Hey Jude, or, well, anything else.

The first thing to enter Evan's awareness was the cramping pain in his arms, caused by the uncomfortable position they were resting in above his head. He tried to pull them back down. The sound of metal scraping against metal and his wrists were thoroughly restrained. Evan was suddenly very much awake.

The moonlight shone in where the ripped curtain failed to block out the moonlight, illuminating a halo around Theo's body where he sat at the foot of the bed. His back was to Evan, completely naked, completely still, but Evan was sure he'd heard the sound the handcuffs had made against the rail of the bed. The fact that he'd allowed himself to get into this position without waking was credit to how much he trusted Theo. No, not trusted... underestimated.

"What the fuck, Theo?" Evan asked, growled, with another firm tug on the cuffs.

How had Theo found the handcuffs Evan had hidden? He hadn't even been aware Theo had known about them. Handcuffs would have been overkill on Theo as he was a great deal smaller, lighter and weaker than Evan.

Theo didn't turn around. "You're too rough."

"What?" Evan laughed despite himself.

"Sex. Too rough, you don't listen. You're selfish. You need to learn."

"So what," Evan asked, nervousness clear in his voice, "you're going to rape me now, as some kind of revenge? No offense, babe, but I don't think you've got it in you to hurt me."

"That wouldn't teach you." Theo turned around, crawled up the bed and sat next to Evan's legs, drawing slow circles on his calves. It was more absent minded than seductive. "You don't need any lessons in that, do you? You've had that, you know how to give that. I don't think you've ever learnt to do things right, though."

"It's always seemed pretty right to me." Evan tried to make his already angry glare even more threatening. "You take these off now, we'll forget about this. But if you do this... I'll hurt you, you know I will. So fucking bad. You can find yourself a new place to live, too."

"I like you, Evan." Theo, resting his chin on one knee, ran fingernails down Evan's leg. "For the most part, I respect you quite a bit. You're strong. Smart. You mightn't be good, but you're my kind of bad. Mostly."

Theo sidled further up, and Evan tried to kick him. "But I respect myself more, and if I have to choose, I'd rather keep my self respect than keep you. So this is a last shot."

"That will get you killed," Evan said coldly, hiding fear behind rage.

"It could," Theo agreed. He stroked along Evan's inner thigh, this time intending to arouse. "I did think of that. It's a bit of a sum of how much you like me, and how much you like... what I do."

"I'm pretty fucking sure I'm not going to like what you do, and even before you started this weird bullshit I didn't like you enough to let you get away with crap." He was hard, but he chose to ignore that. "What the fuck, Theo? What. The. Fuck?"

For as long as Evan had known Theo - which, admittedly, was only a few months - Theo had been a clear and consistent bottom. There'd never been any question of it. More than that, he had been submissive, letting Evan make the decisions, lead the way. Evan wouldn't have allowed him to live with him, had he thought the young man, who was slender and a good bit shorter than him, would ever be capable of posing any kind of threat.

Theo's fingers ran up Evan's thigh, brushing under his testicles before enveloping his cock. Theo watched Evan's face as he began to slowly move his hand up and down, watched as Evan struggled to keep his expression a mask of hostility. "I'd tell you not to fight it, but you will anyway. You will fight it for as long as you can. I'll just focus on speeding up your submission."

"Speeding up-" Evan's indignation was cut off with a sharp draw of breath as Theo swooped down and took Evan's cock into his mouth. "Fuck."

Theo was good at this, because he wanted to be good at this. He concentrated on what made Evan gasp and squirm, just as he had with all his previous sexual partners. There were a great deal more things he could show Evan if Evan weren't such a pushy, dominant bastard. If he'd just let Theo take his time, explore on his own terms...

Evan wanted badly to grab Theo's hair, push his head down, but all he could do was ineffectually buck his hips in time with the all too slow motion of Theo's mouth, and attempts to speed things up firmly rebutted by Theo pushing Evan's hips back down into the bed.

Theo stopped, pulled away, and Evan growled, the scornful expression immediately back on his face as he remembered he was supposed to be pissed off, resisting this.

Theo approached Evan's bag and knelt on the floor, rifling through and pulling out condoms and lube. "You're not very good at preparation. Pretty bad, actually. I'm going to show you how to do it properly."

"Ohh no." Evan pulled his legs back to his chest before realising that left him even more exposed. "Don't you fucking dare."

Theo shook his head and rolled his eyes, unimpressed. "I don't see why you're so upset. You do it to me without worry." He studied Evan's legs, considering how to get them into a good position and with himself between them without getting kicked too much. Eventually he just pounced, receiving a couple of weak kicks but mostly catching Evan off guard. Theo grinned in triumph as he pinned Evan's legs back against Evan's chest.

"Have you ever killed anyone?" Evan growled. "I have."

"I know, baby," Theo said absently as he popped open the bottle of lube, squirting a generous amount only his fingers.

As he used one hand to pump Evan's cock, hoping to distract him a little, Theo rubbed his lubricated fingers in a circular motion over Evan's entrance, apply occasional gentle pressure. He added more lube before slowly inserting one finger inside Evan.

Evan squirmed, making a face of annoyed discomfort, but he'd given up his protests. Theo hoped Evan's surrender had more to do with pleasure than a realisation of inevitability.

Another finger was slipped in, joining in the slow rhythm of the first finger and of Theo's hand, pumping Evan's cock. Fingers rubbed across Evan's prostate.

Theo knew, though Evan had never said, that Evan had been on the receiving end of things before. Theo was good at reading people. From the look on Evan's face, however, it seemed he'd never experienced the particular joys a prostate had to offer. Theo wasn't surprised. If anyone had ever bothered being considerate when topping Evan, Theo mightn't have had to go as far as doing what he was doing.

Evan's eyes were wide, then scrunched in pleasure, then wide again, staring down at Theo with undisguised surprise. He hadn't expected...

Theo continued working, giving Evan's prostate ample attention, showing him that this could be good. Very good. When Theo deemed Evan thoroughly lost, he withdrew his fingers.

Evan stared down at Theo, eyes glossed over, as Theo slid on a condom and lubed himself up, Evan too far gone to even recall he was supposed to be resisting this.

Evan tensed in anticipation of pain as Theo lined himself up, though he knew that would only make things worse. Theo's soothing sounds as he slowly slid inside Evan only served to annoy him. 

It stung a bit and there was that familiar uncomfortable, full feeling, but besides that... nothing. It didn't hurt at all. He wouldn't go so far as to say the other man penetrating him felt good, but it wasn't the pain he had been anticipating.

They were both surprised when Evan spoke. "Move, then."

Theo grinned and obeyed, starting a slow rhythm, careful to keep his movements gentle and even as he ran soft fingertips over Evan's body. The were scars marking Evan's chest, scars Evan was unaware Theo had spent so much time examining while Evan slept, trying to figure out their origins. Knifes or something sharp, most of them, but there was one on Evan's shoulder that looked like a bite mark - a bite from a human, unlike the dog bite scar on Evan's calve.

Theo hadn't fucked someone in over a year, and he'd forgotten how good it could be. Better, naturally, if the recipient was willing, better when Theo could feel their nails scraping across his back, better with love... but still good.

They were both breathing hard now, Theo's thrusts sped up, his eyes cracked open to watch as Evan panted, his eyes tightly shut, pulling unconsciously against the handcuffs.

"Touch me," Evan demanded, voice shaking, before surprising Theo by adding, "Please."

With such a polite request, how could Theo refuse? He supported one of Evan's legs with one hand and wrapped the other around Evan's dick, matching the rhythm he'd set up.

Evan moaned, Theo occasionally catching words between the sounds of pleasure. Half of them were swear words, others encouragement - harder, faster. Theo could have sworn, somewhere in there, he'd heard his name.

Evan's words turned entirely to curses as he thrust into Theo's grasp, before disintegrating into nothing more than primal grunts and bitten back cries. Evan arched. He came.

Theo could feel Evan's body gripping down on his cock, milking it, drawing him closer to the edge. He watched gazed into Evan's glazed over eyes as Evan's body slowly relaxed. Theo bit down on his lip, thrust harder. His vision whited out. He tasted blood.

Theo collapsed on top of Evan, not caring that he now had Evan's semen smeared over his front. He withdrew from Evan, but otherwise ignored the mess they'd made.

"If you take these off, I promise not to throttle you." Evan gave a tug at the handcuffs.

Theo didn't open his eyes. "Take them off yourself."

"Take them... what?"

Theo glanced up, sleepy eyed. "They have a... safety release... thing..."

Evan stared at him for several seconds before feeling around for the safety release. Shit. These weren't his handcuffs. There was a click and they opened. Theo smiled up at him.

Evan couldn't decide on an emotion, was finding it difficult to summon any at all. "You mean, all that time..."

Theo smiled, nodding, his chin rubbing against Evan's chest.

"You bastard," Evan said, but he was smiling. He couldn't manage anger just now.

As Theo shut his eyes again, nuzzling into Evan's chest, he felt a warm arm envelop him. He felt asleep to gentle fingers drifting through his hair.