Title: Visitation
By: kyrdwyn
Pairing: Gil/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Series: 1) I Never Stopped, 2) Mi Corazon, 3) La Otra Persona, 4) Desayuno, 5) His Business, 6) The Argument, 7) Someone to Love, 8) Shut Up and Kiss Me, 9) The Shower, 10) First Times, 11) Comfort
Disclaimer: CBS, Alliance Atlantis, Anthony Zuiker, and a whole bunch of other people are probably tracking me down for playing with their toys without their permission. I make no money off this.

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He's asleep. Soundly, since he didn't hear me enter his apartment. I smile, watching him. Lying on his back, his right arm across his waist, the left angled so that his hand is near his ear, he looks adorable. He's facing the wall, his mouth slightly open. The thin sheet is bunched down around his waist and arm, his bare chest a feast for my eyes. I swear I'll never get tired of looking at him.

I had removed my shoes and socks when I entered the house, so I was silent as I crept over to the bed. I pulled some items from my pants pocket. Carefully, I tied the ends of each scarf to the dowels in his headboard. I tied the other end of one around his left wrist - tight enough that he wouldn't be able to break free, but not so tight that it would cut off circulation.

He moved, muttering something. His right arm flung out as he turned. I paused, but he settled back into his dreams. I smiled - he had made it so much easier for me. I gently moved his arm to where I needed it and tied the other scarf around the wrist. One final detail before I could get to the fun part of the festivities. Carefully I eased the elastic straps of the eye mask around his head and settled the black silk over his eyes. I smiled broadly, knowing that he couldn't see me now.

I undressed, watching to see if he would awaken. He's got to be exhausted if he slept through the preparations, I thought. His breathing was too deep and even for him to be feigning sleep.

I climbed onto the bed and straddled his waist, leaning over him and placing light kisses on his forehead and cheeks. I murmured a greeting in his ear, causing him to move again. Both hands moved, but quickly met the resistance of the scarves. His forehead creased as his brain tried to figure out why his arms weren't responding right. Before he could get very far, I captured his lips with mine, sliding my tongue into his mouth. He made a little whimpering noise in the back of his throat as he returned the kiss, arms still tugging at the restraints. It was a helpless sound, and my cock hardened considerably. Grinding my pelvis against his, I could feel him hardening as well. He may not understand what was going on just yet, but he sure liked it.

My lips slid down to his chin and up the jaw line to his ear. I flicked at the lobe with my tongue before tugging on it with my lips. I retraced the path down and up to his over ear, giving it the same treatment. He was still whimpering, lust mixed in with the confusion. He wasn't fully awake yet, I knew.

Butterfly kisses were traced down his neck before my mouth settled on his chest, sucking at a spot between his nipple and collarbone. I knew I was marking him, and I enjoyed it. I love placing these little bruises on his skin, in places where only he and I know they are. A reminder to him that he's mine and mine alone.

He's moving now, his arms fighting the scarves. But I had tied him well; they weren't going to give anytime soon. Smiling, I let my mouth hover above a puckered nipple, blowing cool air onto the hot skin. He whispered my name questioningly, but I didn't answer him. Glancing up, I could see his head moving, like he was trying to remove the eye mask. He was awake now, grumbling about this not being funny. I smiled. No, it wasn't funny. It was arousing. I fastening my mouth on a nipple and listened to his moans. Moans that turned to curses as I ground my cock against his, the cotton sheet enhancing the delicious friction.

Moving my mouth over to the neglected nipple, I ran my hands down the side of his ribcage, down to where the sheet covered skin. Slowly, I moved my hands further down his sides and my mouth down his chest. My hands pushed the sheet down his skin, clearing the way for my mouth. I had planned on avoiding his groin just to torture him, but the sheet caught on a protruding member of his anatomy. Rather than lifting the sheet with my hands, I kissed my way down his stomach, stopping to tease his navel with my tongue, before using my lips to free the sheet.

"Fuck."

His voice was loud in the room. I stayed quiet though I agreed with the sentiment. I continued my torture, kissing down his legs, stopping to pull a toe into my mouth. He was moving almost continuously now, fighting the restraints and trying to remove the mask. He was begging me to end this, but I was enjoying it too much. Besides, judging by how hard he was, so was he.

I took pity on him and moved back up his legs. For long moments I simply breathed on his cock, moving my head back when he pushed it toward me. I nuzzled at the skin around it, my hands holding his hips onto the bed. Glancing upward, I could see he had maneuvered his hands so that he was grasping the silk in his fingers, pulling relentlessly. He was going to crack the headboard if he kept that up. It was probably time to finish this little game.

Still pressing his hips to the mattress, I sucked his cock into my mouth, my lips sliding down as far as they could. His curses and whimpers were an aphrodisiac in my ears as I licked and sucked his hard length, moving up and down sometimes, other times staying still and sucking hard. He tried to fuck my mouth, but I managed to keep his hips against the bed. Unable to see, unable to move, he could only take so much sexual torture before it overwhelmed him.

He shouted my name as he came, hard, his cock buried deep in my mouth. He whimpered and whined as I sucked him, swallowing his come. I knew he could feel the contraction of my throat muscles, and he shuddered, still coming.

I cleaned up every last drop of semen, licking him clean. Only then did I slowly let his now flaccid member slide from my mouth. Licking my lips, tasting him, I eased up the bed and kissed him. His tongue swept my mouth, tasting himself in my kiss. It was a long, thorough kiss. I gently eased the eye mask off his head while we kissed, so that when our lips finally parted, I could see the residual pleasure haze in his green eyes.

"Good morning," I said with a slow smile. He smiled lazily, still dazed.

"Morning." He tugged at the scarves gently, and I reached up to unfasten him. Wincing, he lowered his arms, wrapping them around me. I tucked his head underneath my chin, feeling his heart slowing down to a more normal rhythm. My own was racing, the pulsing in my veins matching the throbbing in another part of my anatomy.

"You give one hell of a wake up call, ara甯絘."

I chuckled, stretching my arms over my head. "Glad you enjoyed it, coraz璐竛."

He pulled back, smiling. His eyes were beginning to glitter with returning lust and he pushed a thigh between my legs. I gasped, and he rolled me onto my back, kissing me until I was breathless. He pulled back and sat up. I reached for him, only to find that the same scarves I'd used on him now restrained my hands.

"I think I need to return the favor," he whispered before latching onto my neck. Closing my eyes and shuddering, I held on for the ride.

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Next story in series - La Familia.