Fic: "Sleep", NC-17, Syd/Sky, implied SWAT
Normally I don't like Syd/Sky much, but I got a bunny thanks to tktrix. Enjoy.
Title: Sleep
Author: Mary (shurimon and shurifanstuffs on Livejournal)
Pairing: Syd/Sky, but implied SWAT
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Indications: Unbeta'd. NOT WORKSAFE. AU, light bondage, smutty. Domme!Syd and Sub!Sky, of course.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and make no claim to. All characters involved are over age 18.
Summary: Sky takes the opportunity to get some shut-eye when he thinks the others are busy, but Syd has other plans...
Notes: This was written with a prompt provided by angel_negra: "Syd roleplays the Red Ranger, disciplining naughty Sky the Blue Ranger."
Sleep.
Blissful rest.
It seemed as though Sky could not get enough of it these days, not since the Troobian invasion had begun. He was not yet accustomed to alarms in the middle of the night, or during his usual relaxation time, and it had begun to take its toll. It also didn't help that he was suffering from a little sleeplessness due to lingering feelings of guilt and inferiority that he was not the Red Ranger.
But not tonight. The latest monster threat sent by Gruumm had been subdued and contained just half an hour before. The others were still in the rec room or elsewhere in the base, relaxing and winding down with strict instructions to not disturb him. Praise from Cruger had lifted Sky's spirits. He was totally relaxed. Time for some peace and quiet before inevitably Bridge stumbled in, and as was becoming the case more frequently, ignored his request and shook him awake for something- it seemed he equally wanted snuggles and sex nowadays. But that wouldn't be for a while. Jack knew better than to wake him, not if he wanted to be pounded and whipped for his troubles. Z didn't seem to be as interested in Sky as she was in Bridge and Syd, so he knew he needn't fear her bothering him. Syd had never shown must interest in him, either... or so he thought.
Sky had put on his pyjamas and just lain down to rest when there was a knock on the door. Giving a loud growl of frustration, he got up to answer, but not before calling out loudly,
"Bridge, if that's you, I am NOT in the mood, and you don't have to knock to come into your own dorm, you dimwit!" However, there was silence. Sky then called out, "Jack, if it's you, I am gonna kick your ass! I told you not to bother me once that door shut!" Still no response, so Sky, mystified, shouted again, "Z, on the off chance that you're there, you heard me. I'm tired and not in the mood!" Still silence, so Sky finally opened the door... and his jaw dropped open.
Syd stood in the doorway, a purely-evil smirk on her face. The coat of Jack's red dress uniform lay ill-fitting and loose on her short, slight frame. She had on her own dress uniform's skirt, except rolled up tantalizingly short.
And the boots.
Oh, the boots.
Sky loved the fuckme boots that the girls had to wear with the dress uniform, but of course, he would never tell them that. He preferred to be as low-key about the team's sexual relationships as possible. But he could not stop himself groaning as he was backed into the room by Syd's advances, the door shutting behind both.
"S-Syd," Sky stuttered. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here for you," said Syd, grabbing Sky by the waist and indicating that he should turn, backing him against the wall and rubbing his chest. "The Red Ranger has heard that her Blue Ranger has been a very, very bad boy today."
"But... but... it was a good day," said Sky, not catching on. He gasped as her hands then travelled under his shirt, working up and down his back, her long fingernails causing a slight bit of pain, just like he enjoyed. Oh. She must have had practice at this, he thought. Lots of it. He finally understood, too, why she had come to his room.
"Are you contradicting me, cadet?" Syd whispered, smiling seductively up at him.
"N-no, ma'am," Sky gasped, biting his lip to keep from crying out when those nails dug into his back. He slipped into the role easily enough, having done a few such scenarios with Jack before, finding that he liked being the submissive party much of the time. However, the few times he'd done this with Jack hadn't come close to making him feel as intense as he did right now. It had to have been the boots. Jack didn't wear fuckme boots...
"Good." Syd had to stand on tiptoe to make an attempt at taking Sky's shirt off, so he took the cue and helped her, the pain she'd caused making him slowly but surely begin to become erect. "You're really a good boy," Syd simpered, patting his cheek. "I hope you keep it up."
"Er... er... thanks, ma'am... whoa!" Down came the pants, then the boxers.
"All the way off."
"Yes'm." Sky acted like a meek D-Squad cadet being punished for breaking the rules as he kicked off his remaining pieces of clothing, and Syd slowly unzipped her jacket and tossed it aside, revealing a very low-cut red top underneath. Sky gulped as he glanced down at the curves of her breasts visible through it, but was then "reprimanded" with a slap to his ass.
"My eyes are up here, cadet! My, my, maybe you're not so good after all. You're such a bad boy."
"Of... of course, ma'am. I'll try and do better..." And before Sky knew what was happening, he was on his knees, the better to give the much shorter woman access to his neck and chest, which she attacked with her mouth before pressing her lips against his, parting them with her tongue and wriggling her way inside with a passionate kiss. Sky was fully up by this time, wanting dearly for her to move downward and relieve him, but held himself in. Syd looked up at him, seeing the hunger that must have been in his eyes.
"Dearie me, you seem anxious for something," she whispered, running her hands down his chest, then squatting down so she could tickle the insides of his thighs. Sky moaned softly when her fingers, intentionally or not, touched his cock. "QUIET! Don't you know that people are trying to get some sleep around here?" However, she only made him moan louder when she bit down hard on his neck. "I told you to shush, cadet."
"S... sorry, ma'am... I... urrrrghh..." Sky then lost almost all capacity for rational thought as Syd seized his cock and began working it. Her other arm grabbed his left wrist, guiding it up, under her skirt, and Sky understood, moving it the rest of the way under her panties and inside her opening. He admired the way she was able to hold herself perfectly still as he fingered her, as he couldn't stop himself from squirming and wriggling a little while she worked him.
"Faster! Or I won't finish on you!"
"Rrrgh... y... y... yes, ma'am!" Sky moved his fingers in and out as Syd built up a rhythm, until, quite unexpectedly, heat began to rise within his body...
"Now, now, now, that's BAD FORM, Cadet," Syd purred, noticing that he was about to burst. "You're supposed to let me go first." Sky was about to respond when she pulled him out of her and shoved with all her might, and he was suddenly on his back on the floor, eyes wide as she produced a condom from inside her bra, opened it and slipped it on him. Before he could react beyond surprised grunts, the clothes were off and she was holding him down by the wrists and straddling him. "Be very, very still," she gasped out as she slid on top of his cock, bucking against him, moving up and down. Sky screwed his eyes shut and couldn't stop his back from arching a little bit, rising to meet her, and it wasn't long before he finally came, yelling out her name as he did so. Syd manuvered her head down and bit on his neck again, and with that, she was finally done. Panting, she rolled off of him and lay there, catching her breath for a moment. Sky slowly returned to reality, wiping his sweaty forehead. Syd was now picking up her discarded clothing, carefully sliding each piece back on.
"Thanks for that, ma'am," Sky panted weakly. She merely smiled at him, delicately strapping the boots into place and exiting the room, the jacket thrown over her shoulder.
Damnit, Sky thought as the door closed. Now I have to take a shower before I can rest.
A Ranger's work was never done.
Title: Sleep
Author: Mary (shurimon and shurifanstuffs on Livejournal)
Pairing: Syd/Sky, but implied SWAT
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Indications: Unbeta'd. NOT WORKSAFE. AU, light bondage, smutty. Domme!Syd and Sub!Sky, of course.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and make no claim to. All characters involved are over age 18.
Summary: Sky takes the opportunity to get some shut-eye when he thinks the others are busy, but Syd has other plans...
Notes: This was written with a prompt provided by angel_negra: "Syd roleplays the Red Ranger, disciplining naughty Sky the Blue Ranger."
Sleep.
Blissful rest.
It seemed as though Sky could not get enough of it these days, not since the Troobian invasion had begun. He was not yet accustomed to alarms in the middle of the night, or during his usual relaxation time, and it had begun to take its toll. It also didn't help that he was suffering from a little sleeplessness due to lingering feelings of guilt and inferiority that he was not the Red Ranger.
But not tonight. The latest monster threat sent by Gruumm had been subdued and contained just half an hour before. The others were still in the rec room or elsewhere in the base, relaxing and winding down with strict instructions to not disturb him. Praise from Cruger had lifted Sky's spirits. He was totally relaxed. Time for some peace and quiet before inevitably Bridge stumbled in, and as was becoming the case more frequently, ignored his request and shook him awake for something- it seemed he equally wanted snuggles and sex nowadays. But that wouldn't be for a while. Jack knew better than to wake him, not if he wanted to be pounded and whipped for his troubles. Z didn't seem to be as interested in Sky as she was in Bridge and Syd, so he knew he needn't fear her bothering him. Syd had never shown must interest in him, either... or so he thought.
Sky had put on his pyjamas and just lain down to rest when there was a knock on the door. Giving a loud growl of frustration, he got up to answer, but not before calling out loudly,
"Bridge, if that's you, I am NOT in the mood, and you don't have to knock to come into your own dorm, you dimwit!" However, there was silence. Sky then called out, "Jack, if it's you, I am gonna kick your ass! I told you not to bother me once that door shut!" Still no response, so Sky, mystified, shouted again, "Z, on the off chance that you're there, you heard me. I'm tired and not in the mood!" Still silence, so Sky finally opened the door... and his jaw dropped open.
Syd stood in the doorway, a purely-evil smirk on her face. The coat of Jack's red dress uniform lay ill-fitting and loose on her short, slight frame. She had on her own dress uniform's skirt, except rolled up tantalizingly short.
And the boots.
Oh, the boots.
Sky loved the fuckme boots that the girls had to wear with the dress uniform, but of course, he would never tell them that. He preferred to be as low-key about the team's sexual relationships as possible. But he could not stop himself groaning as he was backed into the room by Syd's advances, the door shutting behind both.
"S-Syd," Sky stuttered. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here for you," said Syd, grabbing Sky by the waist and indicating that he should turn, backing him against the wall and rubbing his chest. "The Red Ranger has heard that her Blue Ranger has been a very, very bad boy today."
"But... but... it was a good day," said Sky, not catching on. He gasped as her hands then travelled under his shirt, working up and down his back, her long fingernails causing a slight bit of pain, just like he enjoyed. Oh. She must have had practice at this, he thought. Lots of it. He finally understood, too, why she had come to his room.
"Are you contradicting me, cadet?" Syd whispered, smiling seductively up at him.
"N-no, ma'am," Sky gasped, biting his lip to keep from crying out when those nails dug into his back. He slipped into the role easily enough, having done a few such scenarios with Jack before, finding that he liked being the submissive party much of the time. However, the few times he'd done this with Jack hadn't come close to making him feel as intense as he did right now. It had to have been the boots. Jack didn't wear fuckme boots...
"Good." Syd had to stand on tiptoe to make an attempt at taking Sky's shirt off, so he took the cue and helped her, the pain she'd caused making him slowly but surely begin to become erect. "You're really a good boy," Syd simpered, patting his cheek. "I hope you keep it up."
"Er... er... thanks, ma'am... whoa!" Down came the pants, then the boxers.
"All the way off."
"Yes'm." Sky acted like a meek D-Squad cadet being punished for breaking the rules as he kicked off his remaining pieces of clothing, and Syd slowly unzipped her jacket and tossed it aside, revealing a very low-cut red top underneath. Sky gulped as he glanced down at the curves of her breasts visible through it, but was then "reprimanded" with a slap to his ass.
"My eyes are up here, cadet! My, my, maybe you're not so good after all. You're such a bad boy."
"Of... of course, ma'am. I'll try and do better..." And before Sky knew what was happening, he was on his knees, the better to give the much shorter woman access to his neck and chest, which she attacked with her mouth before pressing her lips against his, parting them with her tongue and wriggling her way inside with a passionate kiss. Sky was fully up by this time, wanting dearly for her to move downward and relieve him, but held himself in. Syd looked up at him, seeing the hunger that must have been in his eyes.
"Dearie me, you seem anxious for something," she whispered, running her hands down his chest, then squatting down so she could tickle the insides of his thighs. Sky moaned softly when her fingers, intentionally or not, touched his cock. "QUIET! Don't you know that people are trying to get some sleep around here?" However, she only made him moan louder when she bit down hard on his neck. "I told you to shush, cadet."
"S... sorry, ma'am... I... urrrrghh..." Sky then lost almost all capacity for rational thought as Syd seized his cock and began working it. Her other arm grabbed his left wrist, guiding it up, under her skirt, and Sky understood, moving it the rest of the way under her panties and inside her opening. He admired the way she was able to hold herself perfectly still as he fingered her, as he couldn't stop himself from squirming and wriggling a little while she worked him.
"Faster! Or I won't finish on you!"
"Rrrgh... y... y... yes, ma'am!" Sky moved his fingers in and out as Syd built up a rhythm, until, quite unexpectedly, heat began to rise within his body...
"Now, now, now, that's BAD FORM, Cadet," Syd purred, noticing that he was about to burst. "You're supposed to let me go first." Sky was about to respond when she pulled him out of her and shoved with all her might, and he was suddenly on his back on the floor, eyes wide as she produced a condom from inside her bra, opened it and slipped it on him. Before he could react beyond surprised grunts, the clothes were off and she was holding him down by the wrists and straddling him. "Be very, very still," she gasped out as she slid on top of his cock, bucking against him, moving up and down. Sky screwed his eyes shut and couldn't stop his back from arching a little bit, rising to meet her, and it wasn't long before he finally came, yelling out her name as he did so. Syd manuvered her head down and bit on his neck again, and with that, she was finally done. Panting, she rolled off of him and lay there, catching her breath for a moment. Sky slowly returned to reality, wiping his sweaty forehead. Syd was now picking up her discarded clothing, carefully sliding each piece back on.
"Thanks for that, ma'am," Sky panted weakly. She merely smiled at him, delicately strapping the boots into place and exiting the room, the jacket thrown over her shoulder.
Damnit, Sky thought as the door closed. Now I have to take a shower before I can rest.
A Ranger's work was never done.