Warnings: Contains yaoi and lots o' smut!

Preview line: Praxis took a step closer to Deimos and said, "Good. Now spread your legs."

Wounded Blades

Chapter Four

Mission Accomplished

Praxis lowered his head just inches above Deimos' porcelain-like skin and watched as Deimos quivered underneath the slightest tickle of his warm breath. Deimos' skin was pale and pasty, and all Praxis wanted to do was take his tongue, lick it all over the young fighter's body, and see if that skin would truly shatter. However, there were two spots on Deimos' chest that looked particularly warm, pink, and above all, tempting.

Yet, at the same time, Praxis continued to inch his left hand down into Deimos' suit. His fingers felt the surprisingly fine tendrils of hair, which trailed from the boy's belly button and down.

Praxis finally couldn't bear looking at that soft enchanting skin any longer and lowered his lips to Deimos' skin, pressing into the warm flesh. The second Praxis' lips hit Deimos' skin, the boy arched his body forward, forcing Praxis to tighten his hold on Deimos' wrists with his right hand, which were still above Deimos' head.

Deimos tried to stifle his moans, but he writhed incessantly underneath Praxis as the older fighter continued to move his gentle kisses closer and closer to that pink nipple. Ultimately, though, Praxis gave Deimos exactly what he wanted and struck his tongue against the cute, yet already hardened nipple.

"Ah!" Deimos' loud cry echoed in his chest and against Praxis' ear.

Praxis wanted to hear more of his cries. He tested Deimos' sensitivity by nipping at the nipple, twisting it gently in between his teeth, sucking hard on it, and flicking it back and forth with his tongue. Deimos did not disappoint him and cried out, wriggling and squirming for all he was worth.

"Aaaaah! Praxis! P-please… mmph!"

Praxis lifted his head and found Deimos panting sexily, his silvery eyes glazed, and both nipples hard as rocks. Praxis wanted to rip off his suit and fuck him so hard that his cock ached painfully against his restricting vinyl suit. Still, Praxis held back and took his time with the young fighter, enjoying every second of ecstasy.

"Is that really what you want, Deimos? Do you want me to stop?" Praxis teased and pulled out his left hand from the boy's suit since he couldn't get his big hand down any further anyway.

Deimos' metallic eyes widened, his breathing seemed to calm for a bit as he looked at Praxis. Praxis didn't wait for an answer, though, and dropped Deimos' wrists, moving away from Deimos completely.

Deimos' eyes managed to widen even further, his hands shook at his sides as the blood rushed back into them, but perhaps, also because the young fighter was at a loss for what to do next. He looked up at Praxis, unsure.

Praxis had been surprised with himself for being so aggressive with Deimos and even taking the initiative. Still, now that he already had, he didn't mind doing it again. He'd only paused to make sure Deimos wouldn't run, or attack him in the middle of it. Praxis looked at Deimos' still bulging hard on and smiled to himself.

"Take off your suit, Deimos," Praxis ordered.

Deimos looked up at Praxis in alarm, but he quickly recovered. Instead, the boy chewed on his lip as if hesitant to obey, but sluggishly, without looking at Praxis, he began to pull each of his skinny, yet toned arms out of the vinyl suit. He pulled the suit down the rest of the way, revealing his bony hips and muscular, firm legs.

But of course, Praxis' eye went straight to Deimos' hard, pink cock, which matched perfectly with his pink nipples, just as Praxis had predicted. That particular part of Deimos looked warm and alive as it pulsated and dripped with pearly seeds of pre-cum. It was enough to drive Praxis mad. He wanted to jump on the boy and gobble up his cute cock with his mouth, but again, Deimos' words about him being too fast and too rough came back to him.

Deimos squirmed as Praxis continued to stare at his lower half, and he backed into the wall, his bare ass pressing against the cold steel as if Praxis might jump on him and ravish him like a wild beast. Praxis looked up at him and saw the deep flush on his face and realized Deimos was extremely turned on.

Praxis thought it was strange since he hadn't even touched him, but then he wondered if Deimos liked him watching him. Or was it the fact that he'd ordered him? Now that he thought about, it made sense. Deimos liked assholes like Cain. So, it would make sense that the more he ordered Deimos around, the more Deimos would get turned on. But Praxis wasn't like that, like Cain.

Nevertheless, with Deimos shivering and naked in front of him, it was incredibly hard to convince himself that any of that shit even mattered. In that exact moment, Praxis would have done just about anything to be inside of the young fighter.

Praxis took a step closer to Deimos and said, "Good. Now spread your legs."

Even though he'd kept his voice low and commanding, Deimos looked up and protested.

"Wha—" Deimos tried to speak, but Praxis quickly stepped inches from his face, cutting him off and giving him a menacing glare.

"I thought you didn't want me to stop, Deimos. But if you do, then by all means, keep pissing me off and disobey Bering's orders," Praxis said, his tone eerily and disgustingly reminding him of Cain.

He hadn't wanted to go that far, but at the same time, he desperately wanted Deimos, and for some reason, the brat seemed to only like being ordered around. Because sure enough, acting like Cain did the trick, and the boy shakily spread his legs, his pink cock twitching and bouncing against his stomach.

Praxis leaned in close to Deimos' ear and softly kissed it. The young fighter trembled under his touch, and Praxis realized he wanted nothing more than to make Deimos remember how different he was from Cain, how he'd always treat him better, how he'd always cherish him and protect him.

Praxis let his tender kisses trail along Deimos' neckline, down his collarbone, memorizing the boy's curves, the smoothness of his skin, the sweet flowery scent of his skin, and the creamy taste of his skin. His kisses and licks drifted downwards and around those pink nipples, sucking them and devouring them once again, causing Deimos to arch and moan again. Finally, though, Praxis leaned back and dropped to his knees before Deimos.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Deimos asked, shocked.

Praxis looked up at Deimos and smiled. Deimos' cock was only inches from his face and he longed for it. Deimos tried to move away from him, but the older fighter grabbed Deimos' hips and pushed him into the wall, pinning him. He slid his tongue up Deimos' twitching shaft, and when he reached the seeping tip, he opened his mouth wide and swallowed the delicious cock.

"Oh God! Praxis! Yes, mmhm, fuck!" Deimos groaned for him, causing Praxis to moan against his cock in return.

Praxis bobbed up and down Deimos' cock and felt his small hands grasp onto Praxis' black locks, trying to guide his head deeper onto Deimos' shaft. But Praxis had other things in mind, and briefly lifted his head from his vigorous bobbing to lick two of his vinyl suit-covered fingers. With his left hand, he lightly cupped Deimos' balls and slowly massaged them, kneading them into small, round circles. With his other hand, he snaked under Deimos' balls, towards his entrance and inserted one of his wet, slick fingers.

"Oh!" Deimos cried out and opened his legs wider, giving Praxis better access. "More Praxis… I'm… almost—"

Praxis twisted and twirled his tongue down over Deimos' shaft, and at the same time, he shoved another finger deep inside of Deimos. Sure enough, Praxis felt Deimos' balls tighten, his shaft stiffen, and his entire backside clench as his orgasm was wrenched from him violently and into Praxis' mouth. Praxis caught Deimos' seed and swallowed. There was no taste, just warmth, but Praxis didn't mind and thought it tasted delicious. His mind, though, was already thinking about what he wanted to do next to Deimos.

Praxis removed his lips from the boy's cock and took out his two fingers, causing a slight tremor to run through Deimos' body. Praxis looked up and studied Deimos' face. He was flushed red, breathing heavily, and looked like he might fall over at any given second, but damn, he still looked sexy, and Praxis thought he would burst at any moment.

Deimos finally noticed Praxis' eye on him, and amazingly, a deeper scarlet colored his face, traveling down his cheeks to his neckline. Praxis wasn't sure if he should continue since the boy seemed embarrassed by what they'd just done, and Deimos had already gotten off. Would Deimos think it was mission accomplished as long as they'd fooled around? Or did Praxis have to get off as well?

He supposed there was only one sure way to find out. Praxis decided to continue the game.

"Turn around, Deimos," Praxis commanded and knew his onyx colored eye filled with lust.

Deimos shivered as if cold but obediently turned around and faced the wall. The young fighter was entirely limp now, but because of Deimos' masochistic ways, Praxis figured he could easily get the boy back up in no time.

"Place your hands above your head on the wall," Praxis said, still on his knees and behind Deimos.

Deimos didn't even bother looking behind him at Praxis, but simply placed his hands up on the wall, spread out this time, and above his head.

Finally, Praxis said, "Now spread your legs again, Deimos."

This time, Deimos looked back over his shoulder, the panic crystal clear in his silver eyes. Nevertheless, Praxis watched as Deimos spread each check wide enough for him to view that pink and puckered entrance.

Praxis was beyond his limit and wasted no time. He grabbed the boy's ass, delighting in the mushy, fleshy texture. He pushed, groped, and spread those cheeks, causing Deimos to jerk and whimper under his aggressive hands.

Deimos' mound of flesh was too much for Praxis, and for some reason, he had an overwhelming desire to taste it. However, when he bent forward and his lips touched that bountiful flesh, he couldn't seem to stop himself from sinking his teeth into that tasty flesh.

"Ow! Goddamnit!" Deimos yelled and tried to kick backwards at Praxis.

Praxis managed to rear backwards in time to miss his kick. Stunned, he looked up at the fresh teeth marks in Deimos' ass, which seeped small beads of blood around the edges. Why in the hell had he done that? He seriously was turning into Cain.

"I-I'm sorry," Praxis stammered, but Deimos just huffed and turned back around, still holding his hands against the wall.

"It's fine. I don't mind pain, but that was a bit extreme, even for you," Deimos muttered, sounding a bit embarrassed like he didn't want to admit he liked pain.

Praxis probably should've guessed as much since Deimos liked Cain, but he really hadn't even meant to bite him. It was just Deimos' flesh had looked so… yummy. Praxis shook his head, trying to clear his mind and focus.

He shakily placed his hands back on Deimos' round bottom, this time groping him gently and spreading his cheeks to get a better view of that pink entrance. Praxis decided to focus on that flexing entrance.

He riskily bent his face forward again, but this time, he went straight for that round entrance. He stuck out his hot, wet tongue and grazed it against Deimos' entrance just once.

"Aaaaah!" Deimos wailed, trembled, and Praxis watched as the entrance visibly clenched.

Praxis spread the boy's cheeks even further, dug his face in deeper, and began to intensely lick his backside. His tongue flicked up and down, swirled in and out of that deep hole, searching for that sweet spot, and eventually, caused Deimos' hips to thrust forward.

"Oh, fuck, Praxis! Please…" Deimos begged, and reluctantly, Praxis pulled back and noticed Deimos was fully erect again.

Deimos' hands were still on the wall, but his face was turned sideways and pressed into the wall. His hands were tightly clenched into fists, the tip of his cock glistened, and as Praxis pulled back, Deimos' hips shook one last time as they tried to hump the air.

Praxis lips curled into a devious smile as he playfully asked "Please what?"

Deimos panted heavily into the wall, but shamelessly, he said, "Please… fuck me."

Even though Deimos wasn't watching his reaction, Praxis' eye widened and his mouth hung open in awe at Deimos' words. He couldn't believe he'd pushed Deimos to his breaking point. He'd never thought Deimos would actually beg him for sex; Cain, yes definitely, but him, no. The fact that Deimos even wanted him made Praxis' cock throb in delightful ways.

Praxis jumped up to his feet and stripped off his restricting suit. He couldn't believe he'd lasted as long as he had in that damn suit. His cock was actually hurting, but when he finally pulled it down past his hips, releasing his cock, he sighed, feeling it bounce back up against his stomach.

He threw his suit to the floor and walked up behind the motionless Deimos. He touched the boy's hips, letting him know he was there, but Deimos only shuddered and spread his legs even more for him. Praxis gulped, his control shattering as he rubbed his aching, dripping member in between those fleshy cheeks.

His cock touched that puckered entrance and Deimos stiffened under him, holding still until he pushed his cock through that tight entrance. Deimos quivered under him and even pushed back onto his cock, causing an enticing jolt to go through Praxis' body, and his resolve almost crumbled.

He held on, though, and grabbed Deimos' hips, taking control and leisurely thrusting into him. Warmth enraptured Praxis' cock and tightened around him, clenching him and squeezing him. Damn, the boy felt so good. It was a pleasure that Praxis had long forgotten about, and now that he was deep inside of Deimos, Praxis wondered why he'd ever given up such a wonderful feeling.

Praxis thrust faster, slapping into Deimos' ass, enjoying the sensation and the lovely smacking sound it made.

"Ah! Yes, more! Harder! Fuck me harder!" Deimos cried out, and Praxis realized the brat didn't like it soft and sweet. For some reason that annoyed Praxis.

Praxis didn't want to just fuck Deimos. Again, he didn't want Deimos to think he was like Cain. And that's probably how Cain would fuck Deimos… hard.

Praxis pulled his cock out of Deimos completely, startling him. Praxis held onto the young fighter's hips, though, and flipped him around to face him. Deimos' metallic eyes were filled with overwhelming desire, and Praxis leaned back in, rubbing their wet cocks against one another.

"Mm," Deimos purred, and without being told to, he wrapped both of his arms around Praxis' neck, standing on his tiptoes.

Immediately, Praxis grabbed Deimos' left thigh from underneath, giving his cock access to Deimos' lovely entrance. He pressed Deimos' back into the steel wall, bent low for a second, and thrust back into Deimos.

"Oh god! You are so much deeper! Yes! Fuck!" Deimos groaned.

Praxis leaned in close against Deimos' chest, thrusting faster, and felt Deimos' rapid heartbeat in his throat. Praxis licked his neck, leaving a path of kisses until he met Deimos' lips, and suddenly, they were desperately intertwined, clinging to one another. Urgently, Praxis lifted Deimos' other thigh off the ground, supporting his entire weight, trapping him against the wall, and plunging deep into that delicious hole.

All the while, their tongues intermingled, twirled and swirled as if trying to devour one another. Deimos kisses turned into panting gasps and his hands began clutching hastily at Praxis's dark locks as Praxis speed up his thrusting to an impossible rhythm.

Praxis' body neared release as a wave of ecstasy traveled through him. But it was Deimos who released first, his seed bursting out onto his stomach as he feverishly latched onto Praxis.

"Mmm, ah!" Deimos wailed as he ejaculated and his entire backside clenched.

As Deimos' entrance tightened around him, flexing from the aftereffects of his orgasm, Praxis unexpectedly felt his orgasm heighten and rip from him as he thrust once more into Deimos.

"Ugh," Praxis grunted into Deimos' ear, and somewhere, vaguely, he heard the swoosh of a door.

Praxis ears didn't register the sound as his whole body continued to tingle and the rushing of his blood beat against his own eardrums. It took several minutes for his breathing to calm, and he pulled out his limp cock from Deimos' entrance with a slurping noise that sent another involuntary tremor through Deimos' body.

Praxis slowly lowered Deimos back to the floor, both of his arms visibly shaking from the strain of carrying Deimos' weight for too long. But as Praxis lifted his eye to look at Deimos and make sure he was all right, to make sure he hadn't hurt the boy, he noticed Deimos was frozen, staring beyond Praxis and towards his doorway. Deimos' face was pale, almost ghastly white, and his breathing had stilled to almost nonexistent.

Praxis turned to look at his doorway and saw a blond-haired navigator standing with the door wide open. His bright blue eyes were as big as the deepest oceans and his mouth stood slightly open.

"Looks like your new navigator has arrived," Deimos said, a wicked grin curving at his lips.

And in all his naked glory, Deimos crossed the room, stood in front of the traumatized navigator, and held out his hand. "I'm Deimos. Nice to meet you."

Author's Notes:

Smexy Deimos and Praxis belong to the amazing HamletMachine

Thank you for reading!

Sadly, this is where I'm ending it. I don't have any plans to write more as of right now. I just don't have the time. But thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it :D