Band Oneshots

Ownership (Nikki Six x Mick Mars)smut

This is a requested one I hope you guys like!!

"What the fuck is that?" Nikki question was referring to the thick leather strap on the desk. Mick is staring at him with a passive face while his own eyes refuse to leave the item. He's fixated on the dark, natural looking leather with a simple silver clasp.

silence, then.

"Do you trust me, Nikki?" "Don't answer my question with another fucking question. What the fuck is that, Mick?" "A collar. I want you to wear it." That knocks the air right from his lungs as his l wild green eyes finally come to rest on Mick's.

They're the eyes Mick has when he knows what he wants, unashamed, ruthless. It sends a shiver up Nikki's spine. He glances back down at the collar and audibly gulps. 

Mick had made his fantasies quite clear in the past as has Nikki, well once they were at that level of comfort. So anything to do ties, gags, really anything that he could use to restrain Nikki, Mick loved it. Nikki didn't mind, of course. He'd never agree to something he wasn't comfortable with and it turned out, he was more than comfortable being tied up, held down and fucked within a beat of insanity.

He now begins to think that maybe he doesn't really care what circumstance it comes under, as long as the outcome is Mick's cock pounding into him.

"N-now?" Nikki asks uncertain. Mick nods once, his patient and unnerving exterior not faltering once. Nikki hesitates when he reaches out for the collar, he tries to hide how nervous he is by grabbing the strap of leather and eyeing it warily.

"Nikki do you trust me?" Mick asks again. This time, however, his voice has softened. "Of course, I'd trust you with my life," Nikki replies. He gives Mick a challenging glare. He does trust Mick, he'd trust Mick with his life. It's not like he hasn't had leather straps on his bare skin before, but there's something about this that settles heavy in Nikki's stomach. 

Ownership. 

Many times Nikki has told Mick that he belongs to him and him alone, always while face down, ass up, but this is a solid admission. This is physical and he knows it means something much deeper than just wearing a piece of leather. 

"Strip." Mick commands. He's standing opposite Nikki, hands behind his back and he's waiting. Nikki places the collar back on the desk and gets to work on his clothes. He rushes a bit, though he'd never admit it, because he doesn't want to seem too eager about this new found fetish that Mick has somehow discovered. Although, it's no secret between them that Nikki will do anything for Mick's dick. Now, he's standing in the center of the room, naked, aroused and waiting.

Mick takes a moment to admire him with those cold icy eyes before he's reaching for the collar and standing behind Nikki. The cool leather brushes over his flesh as Mick wraps it around his neck, the buckles clinking together momentarily in the silence of the room. The collar is surprisingly soft against his skin and not at all how he thought it would feel. He imagined it would be coarse and rough, biting into his skin like his stage outfits.

But no this is... pleasant, he thinks. The way Mick is looking at him makes him squirm, he's staring so intensely and his eyes are raking over every inch of Nikki's body with something unreadable behind them. He doesn't know what to think or feel until Mick speaks.

"Good boy." God good does that do something to Nikki, he sucks in a breath and watches Mick finally drag his eyes away from him. He knows it takes a lot of self restraint to do that because of the way Mick's head jerks slightly when he turns around and walks to the desk. 

The sound of Mick pulling the chair and the creaking as he sits is deafening and building the anticipation within Nikki further. What is this man thinking? It's killing Nikki not knowing but Nikki's sure his questions will be answered soon enough when Mick pats his thigh.