Fucking the Enemy
Part 2
Published by Adriana Rossi at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Adriana Rossi
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The cold drip of the leak in the ceiling shivered down his naked back. He was face down on something coarse and it was cold. As he rolled onto his back, moaning, he felt a drift on his nether regions and became aware that he was completely naked. What the hell had happened? The last thing he remembered was…
“So,” a deep voice resounded in the darkness. “You’re awake.”
He recognized that voice. Eric peered in the dank room for the person who spoke, for there were no lights except for a sliver of moonlight through the earth encrusted window. He appeared to be in a cell of some sort. Through the moonlight he could see a set of vertical bars separating him from the next cell. Then, he heard someone approach. He saw a glint of yellow hair and then saw the man grasp the bars.
“Gareth,” he gaped.
Gareth had seen better days. His entire naked body was covered in red welts, his normally pristine appearance was marred by streaks of dirt, and his hair was a tangle of sweat and dirt.
Then his mind began to fill the blanks of what must have happened. They had caught them together. The last thing Eric remembered was choking down a mouthful of semen as the guards burst in the room, began shouting, and then knocked him into unconsciousness. Who knew what tortures Gareth had been subjected to while Eric was asleep?
Eric stumbled to his feet and shuffled towards the bars. His hands, unchained, slipped through the bars and stroked the angry welts on his shoulders. “What did they do to you?”
The blonde man shrugged unconcernedly. “Surely, you must know. You’re the leader, aren’t you?”
A pang of regret struck his chest and he ran a nervous hand through his dark locks. No, he was sorry about Gareth’s pain, but he wasn’t sorry about betraying him. There was too much at stake. “It isn’t over just yet. Soon, they’re going to call me in to question me.”
He grasped Gary’s fingers that were curled around the bars. “But we have to play the part.”
“What are you talking about?”
Eric lifted his hands and stroked Gareth’s powerful arms. His hands lifted to Gareth’s face and stroked his cheeks, his lips. He approached even closer and whispered: “Kiss me.”
He closed his eyes and waited in anticipation, but didn’t have to wait long. He felt Gareth’s salty lips lock over his own and his tongue dart in his mouth. Heat rose in his chest as the kiss deepened. Gareth’s arms slipped through the bars and locked around his waist, lightly caressing the top of Eric’s bottom.
Eric could feel Gareth’s arousal pressed against his thigh through the bars, and stifled a moan as his lover’s tongue danced in his mouth. Gareth broke from the kiss and gave his cock a little squeeze, which hardened under his touch. Gary’s hands felt for Eric’s head and pushed down lightly.
Excitement leaped in Eric’s stomach as he lowered himself. Despite the circumstances, he couldn’t wait to have Gareth in his mouth. He looked at Gary’s flushed penis, which looked slightly grubby with dirt. No matter, he thought to himself. I’ll clean you up soon. He bent his lips to his cock and licked the pearly-white drop of precum. It was bitter.
The bars rattled as Eric opened his mouth and swallowed Gareth’s magnificent cock. Gareth grabbed Eric’s ears and pinched them as he began to thrust in and out.
Eric gagged a little, surprised by his lover’s intensity. He suspected that he was still angry over Eric’s betrayal. He grasped Gareth’s buttocks and crushed them against the bars separating them. Fuck me harder, he thought. Ecstasy radiated from his cock as his lover fucked his throat faster and faster.
The banging of the Gareth’s naked body against the metal, and the wet, choking sound of Gareth stuffing his cock down Eric’s throat resounded in the tiny room.
“You ruined my life,” he roared. Then Gareth bent his knees slightly, gripping Eric’s throat so that he couldn’t breathe, and plunged.
Eric’s cock exploded as Gareth’s dick plunged too far down his throat, and he vomited on the filthy floor. Gary’s cock slid out and nudged him in the face, shining with spit.
Embarrassed, Eric watched him turn his back to the bars and stalk towards the darkness. He looked down and saw semen all over his thighs and the vomit at his feet. He spat out the acid. Heat rushed in his face and up his throat. “Well, fuck you,” he yelled.
“I thought I already had,” the voice sneered back from the dark.
Suddenly, they both heard a creak and a bang as a door swung open. The light of a flashlight scanned the cells and Eric scrambled in the back to look for something to cover himself. There was nothing.
Eric blinked as the cell filled with light. He blushed as his semen encrusted thighs were thrown into sharp relief. As the man entered, he realized he recognized the man from one of the rebel faction meetings and his cheeks flushed.
“Come on,” the man said with thinly veiled contempt.
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They had given him a blanket in the interrogation room. He wrapped it around his naked body and felt relieved. “Listen,” he told them earnestly. “I can get him to do what you want.”
One of the men leaning over the table chuckled. “Yes, I bet you can.”
The rest of them laughed appreciatively while Eric’s cheeks burned.
Seizing another angle, he began the attack. “What do you think I was doing while I was playing a double agent?” He cut in angrily. “Sucking his cock, letting him fuck me--It was all part of the act. It was only so I could get closer to him. If you recall, the assassination of the Lord’s General was successful because he let slip where the General gets his pole greased every Thursday.”
They looked dubiously at one another.
“Did you really think I was betraying you? That I would throw all of this away? No! I was preventing his escape from the manor. What would have happened if Lord Gareth suddenly went missing? You would lose all your support for the rebellion, that’s what.”