[Title] Dare! [Author] jadedsilk [Series] Castlevania CoD [Pairing] HectorxIssac [Rating] Nc17 [Beta] Nope. [Spoilers?] Not really. [Chatter] For benigirl. The prompt was for a PWP with a game of drunken 'Truth or Dare'. It happened, oh yes it did. And well, it amused the hell out of me. Forgive Hector’s aggression, he’s just really sexually frustrated. Besides, Isaac likes it rough. ^_^ ~*~ Isaac grinned evilly, leaning forward. Hector was sitting there completely nude, practically blue with the chill, and stuttering. “You should have picked ‘truth,’” Isaac said matter-of-factly. “Then you wouldn’t have had to run around the ramparts of the castle twice while completely naked in the dead of winter.” “I am /not/ telling you that!” Hector hissed lowly. “I’m done with this stupid game!” “No you aren’t, you lost the bet, and now you have to do whatever I want for the rest of the evening.” “You cheated!” Hector accused between chattering teeth. “You should have known I would cheat, who do you think I am? Adrian and honest as the day is long? Please.” Isaac said mockingly. “So.” Isaac said, handing Hector’s tunic back to him, taking some pity on the younger man. “Truth…or dare?” Hector glared at Isaac and his chin jutted stubbornly. “Dare!” he spat angrily. “Very well then.” Isaac said; a smile that was bordering just to one side of sadistic and creepy turned up the corner of those full lips. “I dare you to touch yourself for twenty minutes without stopping, and without finishing.” Hector growled low in his throat. Isaac smiled smugly and shrugged boredly at the response. “I hate you.” Hector said malevolently. “Would you go back on your word?” Isaac taunted. Hector glowered, his eyebrows lowering until they almost touched the bridge of his nose, eyes the color of a thunderstorm on the horizon. “Go to hell.” Hector snarled, just before he struggled into his tunic and reached for himself, and Isaac began counting. ~*~ When he was done, he was thinking of the least appealing things he could to keep from coming, and Isaac draped lazily onto the floor in front of him, watching him through half lidded blue eyes was not helping. He hated how hard he was, he hated Isaac for doing this to him, and he hated himself for pridefully taking the stupid bet in the first place. Certainly he got to ask Isaac a question, and the bastard had picked truth, so Hector now knew how Isaac really felt about Lisa and where her pairs of silk underwear had really gone. Isaac had been unashamed, because it was impossible to embarrass Isaac, and now he was sitting up, hands resting on his stocking clad feet and smirking at Hector. “Truth or dare?” Isaac asked innocuously. “Truth,” Hector said lowly, finally admitting defeat. Isaac smiled at him boyishly, and then leaned forward conspiratorially. “How do you really feel about me Hector?” Something in Hector’s brain snapped just then, and he launched himself onto of Isaac, fist drawn back for a punch that never fell. Instead, he found himself almost vengefully kissing the red-head, and rocking his naked need up against the sleekness of Isaac’s leather breeches. Isaac strangely, did not object. If anything, legs came up around Hector’s ribs, submissively yielding while strong hands roamed his shoulders, clutching tightly, hips rocking carefully up against Hectors, encouraging. Hector was tugging those breeches off a moment later, and Isaac was not complaining despite the slightly rough treatment. Isaac procured something from the breast pocket of his tunic, pressing it into Hector’s hand. A vial of oil. The bastard had this planned! Hector snarled in sexual frustration and aggravation before putting the vial between his teeth and with great effort, picked Isaac up off the floor and staggered them back against one of the tapestries adorning the wall in Isaac’s room. Isaac just wrapped lithe arms around Hector’s neck and moaned lustfully himself. Hector did not bother to wait, he was beyond waiting, and if the hardness now meeting his, silky and warm, was any indication, Isaac wasn’t into going any more slowly then they were. Hector popped the top on the oil, using his shoulders and chest to pin Isaac to the wall while he popped the vial of oil open and poured it out over his need. Isaac helpfully slid his legs up around Hector’s waist, baring himself to Hector. Hector doused his fingers as well, and slid some of the stuff across Isaac’s opening before tossing the vile aside, listening to it clink across the stone floor to wherever it landed. When he slid into Isaac, it was a harsh thrust. “I hate you,” Hector hissed lowly, his eyes betraying him. “I know,” Isaac murmured, bucking up and then back down against Hector, not flinching in the slightest, even when he could feel blood. Hector felt it too, and grit his teeth. He could be sorry later, would let Isaac take him gently, would rock his lover into his body as an apology. But that was later, right now, Isaac had cheated, and had dared him to do some very ridiculous things. Including become so hard that death felt like an imminent possibility. When he moved, it was with harsh and deep thrusts of his hips, and Isaac tilted his head back and moaned in something that was pleased combination of pleasure and pain. The fire was hot, even from where they stood beside it, and soon Hector and Isaac both were sweating. Hector was groaning with each thrust, and shaking with the effort of holding Isaac, especially when the red-head climaxed and forced his completion from him. Hector ended up sinking down to his knees, with Isaac still in his lap, Isaac’s legs still wrapped around his waist as the red-head slumped over his shoulder, breathing harshly. “Maybe I shouldn’t have cheated,” Isaac said, as he leaned his head back against the bottom of the tapestry. “Maybe I’m glad you did,” Hector whispered hoarsely, giving Isaac a predatory glance. ~*~