Shippies arn't so bad... are they? :MATURE:

"T-that's not fair... winding me up" Skye huffed

Wincing and gritting his teeth, he held back a yell and smirked at his friend. "That's better."

Skye growled and whiped Carlos as hard as he possibly could before relising that was what the older man had been wanting him to do.

A slight smirk spread across his face as he answered. "It means you haven't got the guts to do it again."

Skye glared at Carlos.
"What's that meant to mean?"

"So much for having guts." He said, hoping to provoke his friend.

Skye shook his head quickly.

Letting out a low growl, he demanded that Skye hit him again.

Skye bit his lip. He wasn't too sure about hitting Carlos any harder.

Pain was exactly what the older male wanted. In some ways he was a sadist, willing to laugh and enjoy pain wether it was others or his own.

Skye hadn't expect Carlos to practically ask for more, he was scared he'd hurt the older male.

Wincing and gritting his teeth, he smirked down at the red head demanding more.

With a careful flick of his wrist the leather hit Carlos on the back, not too hard but not exactly gently either.

Carlos merely continued to smirk at his friend, and dared him to prove the older male wrong.

"And if I have?"

Carlos' eyes swept across the whip, the smirk on his face widened as he noticed his friend do the same. "Have you got the guts to use that?" He asked challengingly.

Slyly Skye reached underneath the sofa and pulled out one of the 'toys' he'd bought earlier that day. It was a rather long leather whip. A smirk crept across the younger mans lips.

Carlos waited patiently, a smirk on his face as he watched the red head.

Skye found himself nodding again, not too sure of what he was supposed to be gaining.

He continued to whisper; "If you want more, you have to work for it."

Skye blushed and looked at Carlos nodding numbly.

Removing his tongue from the younger males mouth, he smiled down at him and whispered; "I win."

It was getting a little too much for the younger boy, a whimpering moan escaped when he drew for breath.

Carlos soon found himself winning the battle, he wasn't willing to let the red head win and was determined to prove his dominance.

Skye felt Carlos tighten his grasp on his wrists. As they wrestled in each others mouths the red head found himself realising he wasn't as dominante in this relationship as he was when he was with Raver.