Chapter 2
James stood up and waltzed over to Zemo. He violently grabbed his mug of cherry blossom tea and threw it against a wall.
“You wanna see what someone can do with leverage?”
He felt James’ breath on his face. Zemo loved making James angry. He wants him to get angry. Maybe he can make him angry enough he’ll choke him again. Maybe zemo can get James to hold him against a wall by his neck. Maybe James will stand just a tad bit too close and he’ll feel Zemo’s erection pressing against his leg. Maybe James will decide to do something about it. Or maybe James will just tease him. Call him a whore. A slut.
Sam left the room after saying something to James, but Zemo didn’t pay much attention, he was too distracted by the vibrant blue of James’s eyes and the glint of the sun on his metal hand.
It was quiet as they looked at each other. Too quiet. Zemo offered James some tea, James declined. They’re still looking into each other’s eyes. Zemo barely saw the smirk on James’ face before he started walking towards him. Large, slow steps until Zemo was pressed against a wall.
“What was that about? On the plane?” James whispered. They were so close, it nearly sounded like yelling to Zemo. “What are you talking about? Nothing happened on the plane” Zemo stated. He saw the smirk on James’ face. “Let me try that again” James said and he started moving his metal arm. The cool metal touched Zemo’s neck and he shivered, a whimper also escaped his lips. “That’s better. Now Zemo, tell me what happened on the plane”
“You know what happened or else you wouldn’t be asking me that.” A moan actually managed to get past his lips this time as James’ metal hand tightened slightly around his throat at his statement.
“Of course I know what happened doll. I just wanna hear it come from those lips of yours” James whispered close to his ear. A shiver ran through Zemo’s body and he let out a whimper and a gasp at the cool metal and warm breath touching his skin simultaneously.
James let out a chuckle as the gasp Zemo let out. He turned around and walked to the doorway before turning around and looking Zemo in the eyes. “Don’t touch yourself yet.” and he walked out the door.
Zemo let out a whimper as James walked out of the room. He wanted so desperately to touch himself, to wrap a hand around his member and take a nice long stroke. But he also wanted to obey James, to follow whatever order James gave him, to be a good boy. So he chose to be a good boy.