Never Enough [7/8]
Title: Never Enough
Fandom: Tiger&Bunny
Pairings: Barnaby/Kotetsu, Barnaby/Everyone
For this chapter: Barnaby/Keith
Summary: Barnaby gets his "fill" out of every hero. Of course, he keeps the best for last.
Timeline: Post-episode 9
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Erotic Asphyxiation
Sky High, King of Heroes, unappointed hero leader, big-hearted, loved by all, the best, always ranked first in the public eye and in his fellow heroes’ esteem. He had a candid personality, was nice to everyone. It irriated Barnaby. Believing everything’s all right and happy and pretty makes for a very unrealistic view of the world. Heroes face the worst of the human race.
Even though, his partner was a bit of an exception. Kotetsu was grounded by his beliefs; if he lost faith, he wouldn’t be a hero anymore.
But Sky High wasn't Kotetsu. He obviously admired Wild Tiger, showering him with respect and kind, encouraging words whenever he did something right.
Also, unlike his partner, Sky High followed his sponsor's orders even if he was given quite a bit of leeway because of his status.
Barnaby was convinced that hiding behind an angel's face and a saints' persona, this seemingly strong and unshakable man was full of cracks. He just had to find one and rip it open for this divinity of a hero to beautifully come tumbling down to the hard, unforgiving ground.
Losing Wild Tiger in the rapidly crumbling building had been the easy part. Finding and luring Sky High out of that same rapidly crumbling building had, however, proved itself impossible at first.
Many civilians had been trapped in the skyscraper. Each Hero had been assigned a floor, the only order given was to evacuate it as fast as possible and that when finished, go and help the others. No deaths nor accidents were to happen today.
Sky High had the top floors while Blue Rose had those just below his. She had created a giant ice slide so that the King of Heroes just had to drop the civilians without losing time with putting each of them on ground. She had also made several smaller ones and had stabilised the building with pillars and walls made out of ice.
The bottom floors were taken care of by the rest of the crew, evacuating civilians either by windows to meet the firemen’s trampolines or on the slides if they were high enough to have some.
However, Barnaby had climbed to the top floors, hoping to get near Sky High that way. He hadn’t planned anything ahead, which was unusual for him.
So when he turned a corner and saw a kid wailing over his crushed toy, he didn’t think twice. Pushing his speed, he caught the child and jumped out a window to evade falling beams.
Gripping tightly the small body to his chest, he noticed too late that his power had run out. Silently cursing, he turned around, falling with his back facing the ground. Ready to push the radio button to call for help, his fall stopped mid-air.
Now floating, he looked up to see that Sky High had saved him, carrying him bridal-style in the sky. Barnaby nodded a thanks, the King of Heroes returning it with enthusiasm as they landed on the street. Apparently, they had finished emptying the building.
Releasing the kid still tucked against his chest, he watched him run towards his worried mother, hugging her with big fat tears spilling on his cheeks. He glanced to his right to see Sky High observing the scene as well.
His hand lifted to touch purple fabric but stopped mid-way. He was surprised though when the other caught his hand with both of his, his entire body turned towards Barnaby.
"What is it, Mr. Barnaby?" Sky High asked excitedly, all his attention focused on the other hero.
Unknowingly, he smiled, easily imagining stars sparkling in his baby blue eyes. Who thought he’d get the occasion today? His mind worked fast, trying to find some way for Sky High to accept.
"I’m wondering if it’s possible to fly without air. Care to help me find out?"
The american’s whole demeanor radically changed. His back straightened, hands clenching, his arms’ muscles pulled taught under the skin-tight fabric of his costume. Tension fell on his shoulders as he clearly enounciated,
"Really now. I readily accept. It’ll be a nice way to become good friends, won’t it? Mr. Barnaby."
The underlying sharp tone, masked behind a pleasantly warm voice, held an edge to it.
Barnaby squeezed, as hard as he could, one of Sky High’s hand before retreating, feeling blood flowing again in his fingers, pinpricks of dull pain piercing his nerves.
Bingo.
---T&B---
Standing face to face in a narrow, shady street, they sized each other up. Barnaby refused to make the first move, biding his time. Even with their helmets still on, the younger man could feel Sky High staring at him dead in the face. He noticed the slight twitch of muscles but wasn’t prepared for what came next.
Keith back-handed him, slashes of wind swirling around his palm as Barnaby’s helmet flew right off his head, hitting the ground with a clinking sound resonating in between the brick walls. He had steeled his neck for the momentum, his face not budging an inch. Blond curls fell into place, the now-absent helmet revealing hard and cold eyes.
Careful to keep a blank façade, he rushed into Sky High, both hands on his chest to shove him into the wall behind him. Crushing him against the rough surface, he wedged a knee between the other’s thighs.
Jamming it up as hard as he could, a slow, sardonic smirk flittered over his lips when he felt the distinctive hardness of an erection. A thrill shot up his spine. He repeated the action, driving the other male into the wall more forcefully each time, unmindful to the shivering mess and stuttering heartbeat against his twitching fingertips.
A gloved hand sought out one of his own, grasping tightly enough for bones to grind, before guiding it up to the purple collar.
His fingers reflexively clenched, already imagining the strong pulse under his fingers and the bobbing of his throat as he uselessly gulped down air into his constricted windpipe--
While the fantasy played itself in his mind, he had continued the ramming motion of his knee, his other hand firmly keeping Sky High from struggling too much. He managed to get rid of his own black glove with his teeth and a little help from his captive. It was too thick to feel anything through it and Barnaby wanted to thoroughly enjoy Sky High's fall.
White gloved fingers drew the collar down, expanding the only visible strip of skin under his costume.
His nails scraped at a goosebumps-covered neck as Keith forcibly glued their hands to his own throat, already starting to choke from the pressure he himself applied.
Loosely wrapping his fingers, he clawed at the clamy skin, feigning retreat but unable to because of Keith's strong grip on his wrist. Doing so, Barnaby pressed his thumb on the other blond's thumping carotid, feeling the oxygen-filled blood pumping through the racing pulse. The rest of his fingers created moon-shaped marks on the right side.
Making sure his palm didn't come in contact with his windpipe, he alternated pressure on each side, counting to ten before changing: ten seconds of blocking his blood flow, ten seconds of nails digging into the meat of his neck.
Panting could be heard but Barnaby wasn't sure whose it was. Not that he really cared.
He kept his thumb down thirty seconds this time, only letting up enough time for Keith's head to snap up, before pressing down on the jugular once again.
Keith had been humping back on his thigh for quite some time now, legs spread open enough for Barnaby to fit in. Still violently raising his knee, he was certain it felt more like crushed balls than pleasurable friction.
He lifted his knee, resting it against the wall, getting closer to Sky High as he slowly grinded into the other's nuts.
Choked grunts reminded him that he was still cutting off the american's blood flow to his brain. He backed off and snorted, amused, at the sudden tightening around his wrist.
He wrenched his hand back, a hoarse whimper echoing against the walls.
He shook off the hand encircling his wrist before slowly tracing the marks he had left, Keith's frame and breathing trembling under the gentle touch.
Sky High threw his head back, a shuddering breath leaving his lips when Barnaby thrust particularly hard against him as he simultaneously squeezed his windpipe.
Putting all his weight behind the crushing grip, he yanked Sky High's helmet off, chucking it over his shoulder against the opposite wall.
Clenching harder and harder, he felt Keith gasp, his adam's apple bobbing up and down. Never letting up, he saw saliva collect and spill at the corner of his mouth, lips turning a slight shade of blue. Baby blue eyes filled with tears, cheeks flushing at the exertion of futilely swallowing, only managing to hurt his windpipe more.
Pupils had dilated, only a thin ring of green still visible in Barnaby's hungered gaze.
He hurriedly brushed his lips to the skin above his tightening hand, the fluttering pulse throbbing against them. He lapped in short licks between his fingers, spit quickly coating hot skin slick with sweat.
Keith's back arched, coming completely off the wall, eyes rolling back in his head. Barnaby squeezed hard one last time as he slipped his tongue through nearly purple-blue parted lips, seemingly freezing against his burning mouth.
Finally releasing his throat, he kept their liplock, choking Keith's oxygen-deprived lungs a bit longer.
Suddenly backing off, Barnaby let Keith crumple to the floor, harshly gulping much needed air.
Barnaby relished in the steely glare Keith pinned him with as he tugged on platinum blond hair to make him look up. Disdainfully smiling down at the debauched King of Heroes, he eyed the hand-shaped bruise marking the other's throat like a tight-fitting necklace and the blue-tinted lips.
"It looks like blue fits you quite well. Don't you agree, King of Heroes?"
Not really interested in the answer, Barnaby straightened up as he let the other go, not one bit sorry when he heard Sky High's skull crack against the wall. He picked up his glove and helmet, not even sparing a glance to the King of Heroes' fallen form sitting on the ground.
The salt of sweat clung to the roof of his mouth, reminding him of sea breeze and late summer evenings. The sweet - and slightly sour - taste of grapes, enhanced by the tangy flavor of grapefruit furthered his remembrance of white sand beaches on humid nights when it was always too hot or too cold to sleep peacefully. As he approached Apollon Media's van, Kotetsu bitched at him for ditching him in the middle of a mission. Barnaby ignored him, perplexed by the torpor invading his mouth, bringing to mind the chilled sensation of melting ice sliding down his throat.
Fandom: Tiger&Bunny
Pairings: Barnaby/Kotetsu, Barnaby/Everyone
For this chapter: Barnaby/Keith
Summary: Barnaby gets his "fill" out of every hero. Of course, he keeps the best for last.
Timeline: Post-episode 9
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Erotic Asphyxiation
Sky High, King of Heroes, unappointed hero leader, big-hearted, loved by all, the best, always ranked first in the public eye and in his fellow heroes’ esteem. He had a candid personality, was nice to everyone. It irriated Barnaby. Believing everything’s all right and happy and pretty makes for a very unrealistic view of the world. Heroes face the worst of the human race.
Even though, his partner was a bit of an exception. Kotetsu was grounded by his beliefs; if he lost faith, he wouldn’t be a hero anymore.
But Sky High wasn't Kotetsu. He obviously admired Wild Tiger, showering him with respect and kind, encouraging words whenever he did something right.
Also, unlike his partner, Sky High followed his sponsor's orders even if he was given quite a bit of leeway because of his status.
Barnaby was convinced that hiding behind an angel's face and a saints' persona, this seemingly strong and unshakable man was full of cracks. He just had to find one and rip it open for this divinity of a hero to beautifully come tumbling down to the hard, unforgiving ground.
Losing Wild Tiger in the rapidly crumbling building had been the easy part. Finding and luring Sky High out of that same rapidly crumbling building had, however, proved itself impossible at first.
Many civilians had been trapped in the skyscraper. Each Hero had been assigned a floor, the only order given was to evacuate it as fast as possible and that when finished, go and help the others. No deaths nor accidents were to happen today.
Sky High had the top floors while Blue Rose had those just below his. She had created a giant ice slide so that the King of Heroes just had to drop the civilians without losing time with putting each of them on ground. She had also made several smaller ones and had stabilised the building with pillars and walls made out of ice.
The bottom floors were taken care of by the rest of the crew, evacuating civilians either by windows to meet the firemen’s trampolines or on the slides if they were high enough to have some.
However, Barnaby had climbed to the top floors, hoping to get near Sky High that way. He hadn’t planned anything ahead, which was unusual for him.
So when he turned a corner and saw a kid wailing over his crushed toy, he didn’t think twice. Pushing his speed, he caught the child and jumped out a window to evade falling beams.
Gripping tightly the small body to his chest, he noticed too late that his power had run out. Silently cursing, he turned around, falling with his back facing the ground. Ready to push the radio button to call for help, his fall stopped mid-air.
Now floating, he looked up to see that Sky High had saved him, carrying him bridal-style in the sky. Barnaby nodded a thanks, the King of Heroes returning it with enthusiasm as they landed on the street. Apparently, they had finished emptying the building.
Releasing the kid still tucked against his chest, he watched him run towards his worried mother, hugging her with big fat tears spilling on his cheeks. He glanced to his right to see Sky High observing the scene as well.
His hand lifted to touch purple fabric but stopped mid-way. He was surprised though when the other caught his hand with both of his, his entire body turned towards Barnaby.
"What is it, Mr. Barnaby?" Sky High asked excitedly, all his attention focused on the other hero.
Unknowingly, he smiled, easily imagining stars sparkling in his baby blue eyes. Who thought he’d get the occasion today? His mind worked fast, trying to find some way for Sky High to accept.
"I’m wondering if it’s possible to fly without air. Care to help me find out?"
The american’s whole demeanor radically changed. His back straightened, hands clenching, his arms’ muscles pulled taught under the skin-tight fabric of his costume. Tension fell on his shoulders as he clearly enounciated,
"Really now. I readily accept. It’ll be a nice way to become good friends, won’t it? Mr. Barnaby."
The underlying sharp tone, masked behind a pleasantly warm voice, held an edge to it.
Barnaby squeezed, as hard as he could, one of Sky High’s hand before retreating, feeling blood flowing again in his fingers, pinpricks of dull pain piercing his nerves.
Bingo.
---T&B---
Standing face to face in a narrow, shady street, they sized each other up. Barnaby refused to make the first move, biding his time. Even with their helmets still on, the younger man could feel Sky High staring at him dead in the face. He noticed the slight twitch of muscles but wasn’t prepared for what came next.
Keith back-handed him, slashes of wind swirling around his palm as Barnaby’s helmet flew right off his head, hitting the ground with a clinking sound resonating in between the brick walls. He had steeled his neck for the momentum, his face not budging an inch. Blond curls fell into place, the now-absent helmet revealing hard and cold eyes.
Careful to keep a blank façade, he rushed into Sky High, both hands on his chest to shove him into the wall behind him. Crushing him against the rough surface, he wedged a knee between the other’s thighs.
Jamming it up as hard as he could, a slow, sardonic smirk flittered over his lips when he felt the distinctive hardness of an erection. A thrill shot up his spine. He repeated the action, driving the other male into the wall more forcefully each time, unmindful to the shivering mess and stuttering heartbeat against his twitching fingertips.
A gloved hand sought out one of his own, grasping tightly enough for bones to grind, before guiding it up to the purple collar.
His fingers reflexively clenched, already imagining the strong pulse under his fingers and the bobbing of his throat as he uselessly gulped down air into his constricted windpipe--
While the fantasy played itself in his mind, he had continued the ramming motion of his knee, his other hand firmly keeping Sky High from struggling too much. He managed to get rid of his own black glove with his teeth and a little help from his captive. It was too thick to feel anything through it and Barnaby wanted to thoroughly enjoy Sky High's fall.
White gloved fingers drew the collar down, expanding the only visible strip of skin under his costume.
His nails scraped at a goosebumps-covered neck as Keith forcibly glued their hands to his own throat, already starting to choke from the pressure he himself applied.
Loosely wrapping his fingers, he clawed at the clamy skin, feigning retreat but unable to because of Keith's strong grip on his wrist. Doing so, Barnaby pressed his thumb on the other blond's thumping carotid, feeling the oxygen-filled blood pumping through the racing pulse. The rest of his fingers created moon-shaped marks on the right side.
Making sure his palm didn't come in contact with his windpipe, he alternated pressure on each side, counting to ten before changing: ten seconds of blocking his blood flow, ten seconds of nails digging into the meat of his neck.
Panting could be heard but Barnaby wasn't sure whose it was. Not that he really cared.
He kept his thumb down thirty seconds this time, only letting up enough time for Keith's head to snap up, before pressing down on the jugular once again.
Keith had been humping back on his thigh for quite some time now, legs spread open enough for Barnaby to fit in. Still violently raising his knee, he was certain it felt more like crushed balls than pleasurable friction.
He lifted his knee, resting it against the wall, getting closer to Sky High as he slowly grinded into the other's nuts.
Choked grunts reminded him that he was still cutting off the american's blood flow to his brain. He backed off and snorted, amused, at the sudden tightening around his wrist.
He wrenched his hand back, a hoarse whimper echoing against the walls.
He shook off the hand encircling his wrist before slowly tracing the marks he had left, Keith's frame and breathing trembling under the gentle touch.
Sky High threw his head back, a shuddering breath leaving his lips when Barnaby thrust particularly hard against him as he simultaneously squeezed his windpipe.
Putting all his weight behind the crushing grip, he yanked Sky High's helmet off, chucking it over his shoulder against the opposite wall.
Clenching harder and harder, he felt Keith gasp, his adam's apple bobbing up and down. Never letting up, he saw saliva collect and spill at the corner of his mouth, lips turning a slight shade of blue. Baby blue eyes filled with tears, cheeks flushing at the exertion of futilely swallowing, only managing to hurt his windpipe more.
Pupils had dilated, only a thin ring of green still visible in Barnaby's hungered gaze.
He hurriedly brushed his lips to the skin above his tightening hand, the fluttering pulse throbbing against them. He lapped in short licks between his fingers, spit quickly coating hot skin slick with sweat.
Keith's back arched, coming completely off the wall, eyes rolling back in his head. Barnaby squeezed hard one last time as he slipped his tongue through nearly purple-blue parted lips, seemingly freezing against his burning mouth.
Finally releasing his throat, he kept their liplock, choking Keith's oxygen-deprived lungs a bit longer.
Suddenly backing off, Barnaby let Keith crumple to the floor, harshly gulping much needed air.
Barnaby relished in the steely glare Keith pinned him with as he tugged on platinum blond hair to make him look up. Disdainfully smiling down at the debauched King of Heroes, he eyed the hand-shaped bruise marking the other's throat like a tight-fitting necklace and the blue-tinted lips.
"It looks like blue fits you quite well. Don't you agree, King of Heroes?"
Not really interested in the answer, Barnaby straightened up as he let the other go, not one bit sorry when he heard Sky High's skull crack against the wall. He picked up his glove and helmet, not even sparing a glance to the King of Heroes' fallen form sitting on the ground.
The salt of sweat clung to the roof of his mouth, reminding him of sea breeze and late summer evenings. The sweet - and slightly sour - taste of grapes, enhanced by the tangy flavor of grapefruit furthered his remembrance of white sand beaches on humid nights when it was always too hot or too cold to sleep peacefully. As he approached Apollon Media's van, Kotetsu bitched at him for ditching him in the middle of a mission. Barnaby ignored him, perplexed by the torpor invading his mouth, bringing to mind the chilled sensation of melting ice sliding down his throat.