Happy Thanksgiving!

[flighty_dreams]

Best wishes to all my friends, whether American or not. We all need a good holiday with family (whether blood related or not) that also involves a large, delicious meal. *grin* Enjoy!

And to any of my Spliced readers reading this entry, I've got a little extra something for you. Consider it a little thank you for all your support! :D

This may or may not be a scene from somewhere in Part 4 of Spliced. *enigmatic grin*

Matt awakened slowly, only gradually becoming aware of his surroundings. He was lying on his back in bed, no clothes obstructing the feel of the soft sheets against his skin. But something lay against his face, and he opened his eyes to identify it, only to find himself blinded. Moving his arm with the intent to bring his hand up to remove whatever was covering him, he discovered it was tied down, allowing only a few inches of leeway. And the rest of his limbs were similarly bound, his efforts to move them fruitless.

The surprise of that brought him to full wakefulness as panic set in, and he turned his head, seeking to dislodge the blindfold covering half his face. But the barrier held firm, and with a murmured, “Ashen hell,” he strove to remember how he could’ve ended up like this. But his last memory was of going to sleep the night before perfectly content, curled up with…

That sneaky bastard. “Alex,” he growled, anger coursing through him. Straining his ears, he caught the sound of soft footfalls coming closer to the bed.

“Yes, dear?” the asshole drawled lazily, amusement lacing his voice and making Matt all the more furious.

“Why the fuck am I tied up?” he demanded, his voice brimming with rage as he jerked against the restraints.

“Wow, you are tied up. How’d that happen?” the clone asked innocently, injecting just the right amount of confusion into his words. If Matt hadn’t known without a doubt who the culprit was, he might’ve believed the act.

“Alex,” he rasped warningly, “don’t fucking play games with me.”

“But why not? It’s so much fun,” Alex replied gleefully, shedding the innocent pretense.

“Release me,” Matt commanded him, even though he knew the bastard would probably ignore the order. Alex only listened to him when he actually felt like it, and he obviously wasn’t in the mood now. Ashen bloody hell.

He heard the Andorian sigh dramatically and step closer, the bed shifting as he sat down upon it. For a moment Matt entertained the thought that the man was actually obeying, but dismissed it quickly. No, it was likely another game instead.

True to form, Alex’s hands drifted over his bare chest, completely ignoring his tied limbs. “Shh,” Alex chided him, “just relax. Give up that iron control, and just enjoy this.”

Because that was so likely when he was still so angry at the infuriating man. But those hands were clever, and they knew how to play him. So did the Andorian’s lips. Before he knew it, the clone was laying on the bed on top of him, driving all thought from his head with his touch.

Those hands roamed his chest, first more quickly, as if seeking to remember the basic planes of his body. Then they slowed, making a careful study, tantalizing him beyond bearing. And then those enticing lips followed the same path, trailing from his throat down to his stomach, leaving him in flames as those talented fingers pinched his nipples, robbing him of speech. His lips slid lower, Alex’s face rubbing against his throbbing sex and then lowering to lick the underside of him. Matt moaned as he struggled against his bindings, overwhelmed by the assault, the helplessness of his pinned limbs adding to his arousal.

Alex tormented him until he was gasping for breath and on the brink of coming before cruelly pulling back from him. A whimper escaped Matt uncontrollably, and his resentment of both that and the abandonment made his anger return.

“Damn you,” he cursed, glad now that the blindfold prevented him from seeing whatever smug expression Alex had on his face. It would only have added to his fury.

Alex’s voice was gentle, quite a change from his usual infuriating tones, as he lifted a hand to softly stroke Matt’s cheek. “Relax, nothing’s going to happen to you.”

Matt scowled, desire still coursing through him, his anger only increasing rather than quelling it. “That’s part of the problem,” he grumbled, thrusting his hardened cock upwards against Alex as far as his bindings would allow.

That low masculine chuckle drifting down from above him made Matt’s stomach clench, lust spiking. “Oh, don’t worry, I have plans for today. We’re going to be too exhausted from fucking each other’s brains out to leave this bed before nightfall.” Alex leaned down and kissed him hungrily, his lips promising numerous wicked things. Matt met Alex’s cravings with a need just as strong, responding roughly to the kiss.

Alex withdrew, his hand on Matt’s face holding him still when he would’ve hunted for that tempting mouth. Those sensuous lips brushed against his ear, making his breaths shallow. “First, I’m going to keep touching you until you’re begging me for release. Then you’re going to take me into your mouth, and show me just how much you want me to let you come. And then,” the wicked man paused, and Matt could feel those lips curl into a smile against his ear. “Well, I’ll let you imagine the next part. I’ll leave you wondering, trembling with nervous excitement as I hold you helpless before me, that vivid imagination of yours creating delicious scenarios in your mind.”

Matt shuddered, unable to contain the response those sinful words drew from him. Lust had washed his ire away again, and he couldn’t even resent that, too distracted by thoughts of what lay ahead.