Final Fantasy by Stina

Prologue

"Oh my God..." Daniel rolled off my body with a deep sigh. We both were panting heavily, sweat running down our bodies. "That was soo good...."

I couldn't talk for a few seconds. Making love to him always nearly made me pass out. Then I found my voice back. "You were... incredible."

He laughed softly, kissed my cheek. "No, Darren, you were...."

I was completely satisfied. I was always so eager to fulfil all his desires, his wishes, and that wasn't always easy.

He was so shy. Every time I begged him to tell me what he liked, what he wanted me to do, he wouldn't say anything. He would blush, lower his eyes and would leave me guessing, trying out, reading his thoughts. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, in pure ecstasy and passion, sometimes he would take my hand, lead it to parts of his body, his neck, his inner thighs, his groin, whispering "Please...." to show me how he loved it to be touched there, but he would never say: "Touch me here, kiss me there..."

It felt like it was becoming the aim of my life, to find out how to satisfy him completely. Interpreting every move of his body, every shiver, every moan.

When he was moving under my body, eyes closed, trembling, he looked so fragile, so vulnerable, that all the time I feared I would hurt him when I let my passion run free, when I lost control completely. Often I would ask him if everything is okay, and nearly be ashamed when I discovered that my nails had left marks on his back. Often I was afraid that I thrusted too deep, too hard into him and feared that his cries would turn from pleasure to pain.

But when I tried to ask him, he wouldnt let me finish the sentence, he would just kiss me, smile, and assure me that everything was all right.

There was so much to find out about Daniel, but although I desperately wanted to know, I would not hurry.

We had all the time in the world.

It was one of these nights. Going out, having fun, celebrating the finishing of the new album. Having maybe one drink too many, walking home a little insecure, holding on to each other.

I open the door, we stumble in, I close the door with a kick of my foot. We hold each other close, still laughing, we look each other in the eye. "I love you, Jonesy.." I sigh.

We kiss, softly first, then with a growing passion. "I love you too.." comes the answer, between the kisses.

I grin. My hands are on his back, stroking him. One hand wanders lower. "I still can't believe you poured the salt in that man's whiskey..."

Daniel giggles. "I couldn't help it, he was so mean to the poor waitress when she spilled his first drink...."

I can't stop laughing. "Never knew you could be that naughty!!"

I have my hand on his butt, raise it and slap him on his jeans. Daniel just goes on giggling. I do it again. "Don't you laugh!"

One more.

He stops laughing. His head sinks slowly to my neck and he presses his face against my skin.

I don't know how to deal with his reaction. He doesn't laugh anymore. Is he sad? Does he really think I am angry with him?

I smile insecure. "Hey.. Hey! I didn't mean to... Was just a joke... A joke, Jonesy!" I slap his butt once more -- no.. It is more a -- patting...

His breathing is hot and somehow irregular. Somehow.. excited.

And as always when I am insecure, I make silly jokes. Too silly.

I laugh. "Ah, you liked that? I didn't know you were into S/M, baby?! Shall I get the handcuffs out?"

I haven't even finished the words when his body stiffs. The alarm bell is ringing in my head, the red lights are flashing before my eyes. Too late. Well done, Darren. Remember: First think, THEN speak.

He tries to free himself from my grip, his face is red with shame. "I'm sorry, Darren, what do you think of me now.. I was just... I don't know.... And I have never ever.. No one has ever..."

I press his body against mine. "It's me who is sorry, Dan. I was an idiot to say that, and I don't know why."

I touch his bottom again. He will not tell me. But I will find out. Slowly. Very slowly. Something is starting, something new. And I am so afraid to spoil it.

"I... didn't hurt you...?" I whisper in his ear.

He still is tense. He shakes his head slightly, almost unnoticeable.

And then it is as if he dares to make a step into the darkness. He tries to speak, his voice breaks. He clears his throat, but even then I have to listen so carefully not to miss his words.

"How... How should it hurt... Through my jeans..."

I hold him close, let his words sink into my mind. And although his words could have been interpreted in so many ways, I know what he wants. At least I pray that I know.

I move my hands between us, open his pants, button by button, and pull them down slowly. He looks at my hands, then he looks at me. We stare at each other, like it is the first time I undress him. I touch his face tenderly. "Just tell me if I do something you don't like..."

His eyes are large and dark. He nods, and he is trembling when he hugs me again, holds me so close.

I stroke his back softly, move my hands downwards. He wears the silk boxers I love so much on him. I caress his firm flesh through the thin material, then pat him softly once. He takes a deep breath, his fingers touch my neck.

I do it again. My left hand pulls him closer, my right hand begins to spank him. Soft, then a little harder. My fingers are trembling, I have never done this before, and have never dreamed to do it to Daniel... My not-so-fragile Daniel...

His breathing increases. He moans against my neck, my ear. And I feel his erection against mine.

Then his hands move to his waist, and he pulls his boxers down, takes my hand, puts it on his bare skin. A speechless invitation, a confession.

My head is spinning. His flesh is warm from the spanking and I feel a wave of thankfulness that he trusts me so much. I want this to last all night, I want to find out what else he loves, how I could please him further...

I kiss his ear. "Do you mind if we go to the bedroom...? Would you enjoy it laying on my lap when I do it?" I whisper.

I feel how he holds his breath when I start to speak, feel his fear of being rejected...

He breathes out in relief. "Yes.. Oh yes..."

I sit on the side of the bed and stroke his hair softly when he positions himself on my lap. His throbbing erection is pressed against my thigh.

"Spread your legs..." I order him tenderly.

I take my bottle of moisture cream and put a large amount on my hands. With one hand I put cream on his buttocks, the other I close between his legs around his hard cock. Then I begin to stroke his erection softly, and with the other hand I spank him again, this time on the bare skin. Not too fast... Not too hard...

His hands grip the sheets, he moans in a way I have never heard before from him. Higher, trembling, and so exciting. He is close to the edge, and so am I. All the new experiences, the sounds, the feelings... "Let it out, Jonesy.. Let it out..." I beg him, and his cries are even louder with pure pleasure and when he comes in my hand, my body is shaking and I nearly simultaneously come in my pants, without even touching myself.

I fall on my side, draw him close to me. None of us is able to speak for a while.

Daniel's lips search mine. I open my mouth, let his tongue slip inside.

It takes some time before we break the kiss.

There is only one thing I want to know. "Did I hurt you? Was it too hard? There was a point when I could not hold myself back and I fear..."

Daniel shakes his head. "It was.... Perfect.... So good..."

He looks at me. "I... I want to explain.. But I don't know how..."

I let my fingers run through his silky blonde hair. "Try. But only if you want."

"I just wanted it. I wished so much you would do that. It felt so right. Like in my dreams..." He breaks off.

I pull him closer. "Tell me about your dreams."

He blushes. God, he looks so sweet then.

"Sometimes I have dreams about you... About us... Dreams I have before I fall asleep or when I wake up. The.. strangest ones come up when I am only half awake.. Sometimes it's hard for me even to remember... And when I remember, I am ashamed..."

I kiss his ear. "Oh tell me...."

He swallows hard. "You treat me... Bad... You take me against my will... Hard and brutal... In a way I would never want it in real life...But in my dreams I love it... Or you do things to me I never would dare to ask you..."

Oh God, it excites me so much to hear such things from him.

"They're just dreams..." I whisper. "If you want anything to come true, tell me, I'll do what I can... I would do anything to please you... And the other dreams, the ones you don't want to come true, please tell me just for pure pleasure...."

He lowers his eyes. "Naaaa... There are things.. Oh, I could never ask you to do that...."

I will not push him. Maybe some day he will tell me....

But there is something I want to know. "In your dreams... Is it always that way- I do something with you, or are you sometimes doing something... to me?"

He smiles, bites his lip. "Well...."

Now it's my turn to breath a little faster. "Something you could... Make come true...?"

He touches my chest, his fingers are playing with my hair. "It may hurt... I'm sure it hurts...."

I'm not good at taking pain. I hate my dentist, and when I cut my finger during cooking it's a national catastrophe. But from Daniel I could take anything, and I am so curious...

"Very much?"

"I don't know..." He smiles again. "I'll mix the pain with pleasure. A lot of pleasure, I promise."

I am addicted to him. I want to know what he dreams about me. Curiosity kills the cat.

"What do you want me to do?"

The answer is surprising. "Leave the room.. I'll call you in..."

I go to the bathroom, turn on the shower. I let the warm water run over my body and feel like a child- well, a very adult one- waiting for the Christmas present.

I rub myself dry when Daniel comes in. This sweet smile...

"Go to the bedroom and lie on the bed. I'll be with you in a minute..."

He steps into the shower and I yearn to join him, despite the fact that I am already clean and dry, but my curiosity wins. I want to know what is in the bedroom.

Candles. Burning candles all over the room, an open bottle of champagne by the bed. It is such a romantic sight...

What had I expected? Handcuffs, a leather collar and whips?

Relieved I lay on my back on the bed and close my eyes. The warm shower shows its effect. I feel sleepy and excited at the same time.

"Don't open your eyes..."

He is back.

I obey and feel him straddling me, feel that he is naked like me.

His hands caress my chest, touch my neck, my lips. His lips on mine. We kiss softly and deeply. I feel something else on my skin, cool and soft. Satin or silk...

"Now open your eyes."

I look at him, calm and with all the trust I have in him. I see the silk scarf in his hand and know what to do.

I raise my hands and hold on to two of the brass bars of the headboard, bend my head backwards to watch him fix them tightly, but not hurting.

His fingertips touch my cheek. "How do you feel?"

"Very good. Comfortable. Please go on..."

He takes the bottle of champagne and brings it to my mouth. He tries to be careful, but of course it floods over my mouth, making a sizzling sound on the covers. I drink and giggle as he pours it over my chest, my stomach and then he bents down and licks the sparkling liquid from my skin. Giggles turn to moans when he works his way down, when he wets my cock, when he catches the droplets...

My hands pull involuntarily at the scarfs, my body writhes under his touch, under his licks. He takes me deep into his mouth and I raise my hips and wonder if he lets me come...

I get the answer when his lips move again upwards on my body, when he takes the moisture bottle and massages the liquid into my hard flesh.

He positiones himself over me and then he lowers onto me and I glide inside him. We just stare at each other, panting heavily.

"This is so good, it definitely has to be a dream," I gasp as I feel myself deeper and deeper inside him.

Very slowly he moves up and down, feeding me once more with the champagne.

He smiles. "You like it?"

I moan. "How can you ask..."

I wish it would last forever, it feels so fantastic to make love to him without really doing anything.

There is a thought that steals itself into my mind. I push it away. Enjoy what you have, Darren...

The thought comes back again. Can't fight it.

"Daniel...?"

"Yes, my love?"

"You said, it would... hurt..."

"I wanted you to ask for it... Sure you want it...?"

And I find myself looking at him with pleading eyes. "Please..."

Was that me, begging him to hurt me? Yes...

"Please, Daniel..."

What would he do, and how, and can I bear it... I want to know so badly...

He kisses me. "Relax... And if you tell me to stop, I will, I promise..."

Is this Daniel, my Daniel, so shy before, who now...

I close my eyes. Oh my God.

Who now takes one of the burning candles from the candlesticks, holds it above my chest in a still upright position.

His dark eyes reflect the flame and look into mine, I'm sure they are dark, too, dark with lust and pleasure. He still moves up and down on me slowly.

"Darren, say again that you want me to do it."

Unbelievable, we've made love now for... I don't know, minutes? Hours? I lost my sense for time. And I am getting even harder when he says it.

I imagine the hot wax dripping onto my skin. It will hurt like hell. It will burn. Maybe it will make me cry.

Still I have never been more sure about anything in my life. Besides my undying love for him, of course.

"Do it, Daniel."

I want to close my eyes, but I can't. I watch the candle mesmerized as it moves and I know it will be only a matter of seconds until...

"Aaaahhhh....!!!"

Now my eyes are closed to cope with the pain, I bite my lips, hold on to the brass bars. It hurts even more than I imagined, but simultaneously I feel Daniel's body, feel his muscles around my cock...

"Aaaahhhhh!!! Oh my Goood!"

The wax is dripping onto my left nipple and tears are shooting into my eyes. Suddenly something cold washes away the pain and I realise Daniel has spilled champagne over it to cool it down.

He kisses away my tears.

"Too much?"

I try to calm down which is not easy with me still inside him and the echo of the pain on my skin.

I swallow hard.

"I don't know... But... I hear a voice inside my head... It is screaming..."

"And what is it screaming?"

I look at him, smiling. "It screams: Go on!!"

I take a deep breath. "Go on, Daniel. Hurt me. And make me come."

I lay my head back onto the pillow.

And then a huge wave of pleasure and pain comes over me and I hear his voice like he is far away, like there are little cotton balls in my ears.

"Let it out, Darren. No one will hear you. Be as loud as you want, baby."

I can't tell what hurts and what pleases me. I feel his cock, I feel the wax, the champagne and sometimes it is as if the wax is cold and the champagne hot, I let the tears stream down my cheeks, and then I feel it coming.

"Danny, faster... Harder... Oh God, Danny..."

I scream now, I cry, and then I explode.

White lightnings before my eyes, white clouds, everything is white. Daniel's voice is now very, very far away.

My body shivers, calms down and Daniel's voice comes nearer again.

"Darren!! Darren, don't scare me...."

I try to open my eyes, which seems incredibly hard to do.

I feel him freeing my hands and pulling them down to my body very, very slowly. He massages my wrists, kisses my fingers.

"What...."

His lips are touching mine. "You nearly passed out. Maybe it was too much, I'm sorry, so sorry..."

I try to raise my hands, my arms hurt, but I hug him.

"That was incredibly good... I can't describe how good..."

We press against each other, hold as tight as we can.

When he releases me, he smiles and scratches softly at the spots of hard wax on my chest, inseparably connected with my chest hair.

"Tear out or cut away?"

I sigh. "Cut away, please... No more pain for today..."

We blow out the candles and I snuggle up to him and feel that I am drifting towards sleep.

"Dan?"

"Hmmm?"

"What was that you wanted me to do with you... What you didn't dare to tell me from your dreams?"

He brings his mouth very close to my ear and whispers something.

"Oooh... D...D...DANNY!!"

Epilogue

A few days later, late at night.

"Sure..?"

"Sure."

"Dan, I'm so afraid to hurt you..."

"Just do it slow... Very slow... We have all night..."

"I have never done that ... "

"I know..."

"Relax, Baby..."

Silence.

"Oh... Oh God, Darren..."

"Shhhh.... Relax..."

"Go on... Feels... good...."

"Oh BABY..."