Agony
by Carmen


"Ohhhh. ..."  A drawn out moan escaped him and he bit his lip.

"Breathe," Trip ordered and shifted his position, holding him tighter. 

Malcolm groaned and tried to do as he was told.  Pain, twisted up with the pleasure of being held, rocked through him.

Callused fingers kneaded his back and he pressed into them, mumbling shapeless words.

His world began to collapse, whirling and spinning, until Trip was the only reality left.  Malcolm gripped his arms, knowing he would leave bruises.

His body ached.

His blood boiled beneath his skin, thundered in his skull.

"I am never, ever drinking again.”