by ALF
Although I have labelled this as noncon, if you read it, you'll see that's not strictly true. Also contains fisting.
Not beta'd so any mistakes are mine, all mine!
The hunter surveyed the jungle in front of him. His prey would not be easy to find. The one he sought was a predator in his own right and that made him elusive and difficult to track. The traces and markings of his passage would be difficult to discern amongst the lush foliage and underbrush of the jungle. The hunt would be slow and methodical, almost tedious, because of the low speed he would need to travel at in order to ensure he didn't destroy or overlook any of the signs of his prey's journey through the jungle.
He moved cautiously from point to point, continually scanning for the next sign to show him that he was travelling in the right direction. The hunter was as silent as the one he sought as he crept through the trees, following the slight path in front of him. Although his pace was slow, it was also steady and gradually, the distance between hunter and hunted narrowed, as they moved ever deeper into the humid greenery. He frowned, knowing it meant his prey was tiring, but made no move to increase his own speed.
An unmeasurable amount of time later, he knew he was within striking distance and so, he finally stepped up his pace, eagerly anticipating the end of the hunt and bringing down the one he had followed for so long.
Smoothly, he prepared his crossbow, the arrow tipped with enough poison to merely incapacitate his prey, rendering him unconscious for a time, rather than eliminating him altogether. Death was not what he had in mind for this one.
Then he caught a glimpse of his prey, and with the ease of long practice, the bow was raised and the arrow loosed, flying straight for its target, almost of its own volition. His aim was true, as always, the dart hitting home, bringing his large victim crashing to the jungle floor hard, startling birds and animals to flight and shrieks of alarm. He ignored them all, moving forward to claim what was rightfully his.
He awoke an indeterminate amount of time later to find himself pinned to the jungle floor, limbs tied securely to stakes in the ground. He instinctively tested the strength of his bonds, finding them immovable. Gradually, he became aware that he was naked and face down, and that someone, presumably his captor, was behind him, running hands lightly across the planes of his back. He thrashed involuntarily, provoking a chuckle from the form behind him. Eventually he stilled again, the struggle useless. His bonds hadn't shifted so much as an inch.
The hands didn't return, instead a warm, wet tongue replaced them, sliding broad licks across his skin. Hands burrowed beneath his chest to rub and pinch at his nipples and he couldn't hold back his groan, earning him another chuckle, which vibrated against his back, making him squirm as it tickled him lightly. Despite himself, he could feel his cock grow hard.
Then the hands left his chest, moving to spread his ass cheeks wide. Before he could voice a protest, the other's tongue drove into his pucker, sparking a shout of surprise from him. He tried to clench his muscles against the invader, but the secure grip on his backside prevented him from moving. The tongue continued to work at him, loosening his pucker. When it left, he moaned in loss, only to moan again, in pleasure, when it was replaced by two wet, slick fingers driving deeply into him, stretching his hole ruthlessly and rubbing against his prostate. He shouted in pleasure at that, earning himself a stinging slap to one ass cheek and a growl, which he interpreted as an admonition to silence. Seconds later, both hands left his ass and something was shoved into his mouth and secured, effectively silencing him.
Not that it stopped him from moaning again when the fingers drove back into him, but at least it contained the noise.
The two fingers were joined by a third and he felt his cock getting ready to explode. A hand squeezed his balls hard, stopping his climax before it could really get going, making him sag in a mixture of disappointment and relief.
The fingers had continued to move inside him, loosening and stretching his channel. This time, when they were removed, he expected them to be replaced by the other's cock and he lifted his ass as high as he could in anticipation of being filled. Instead, he got fingers again, four this time, and he couldn't help a small grunt of discomfort at the burning sensation of being stretched further than ever before. The pressure didn't ease, if anything it intensified, as he felt the thumb push its way inside him as well. The hand rested fully inside him for a while, giving him a chance to get used to the throbbing feeling of fullness. Then it began to move, forming into a fist and working back and forth inside him. Gradually, he got used to the fullness and the pressure eased. It started to fell good when a knuckle joint rubbed against his prostate and he howled in pleasure.
Now, he was moving backwards into the fucking, as much as his bonds would allow. He was moaning steadily deep in his throat and chest, and then he was coming and throwing his head back, screaming and thrashing against his bonds as his mind whited out in the overload. Slowly, he sank back to the floor, out cold from the intensity of his orgasm.
When he came back to himself, he had been untied and was lying on his side. His captor's cock was deep inside him, stroking slowly as the body behind him rocked back and forth. An arm was across his chest, holding him in place as securely as the ropes had before. The gag was gone and he hummed in appreciation and pleasure, letting his captor know he was awake and aware again. The hand on his chest tweaked a nipple as the pace of the thrusts inside him slowly increased and he was soon shoving back against the cock inside him. Although there was no chance of him getting hard again for a while, it still felt really good, especially as the cock was now stroking his prostate repeatedly and he groaned his approval. The hand on his chest moved down to cup his lax, still sensitive genitals, making him gasp a little at the sensation which was part pleasure, part torment.
Then the speed of the thrusts into him picked up again, the cock withdrawing fully, only to slam back inside him again as the one fucking him gave in to the demands of his body, racing for the oblivion of climax.
Finally, the hunter spasmed deep inside him and came with a shout that was muffled at the last second by a bite to his shoulder. He felt the body behind him quake through long minutes of coming hard and he closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of his lover's seed filling him, as he marked him and claimed him.
Eventually, the cock inside him slipped free and they rolled until they were face to face. Blue eyes smiled at each other and they were able to exchange a kiss at last.
"Thanks, Chief," Jim said. "You were incredible." He couldn't help a small wince as he shifted to get more comfortable and saw the anxious look it brought to his partner's face. "I'm fine, Blair," he said firmly. Seeing the hesitation and doubt remain, he moved in and kissed his lover, determined to erase them from the other man's expression.
This time, when they separated, Blair finally spoke. "I love you, Jim," he said. "Thank you for doing this with me."
Jim gave him a serene smile. "I love you too." He deposited a third and final kiss to his lover's luscious mouth, then reluctantly struggled to his feet, pulling Blair up with him. "'Fraid I need somewhere soft to enjoy the rest of the afterglow," he said apologetically.
"Our gear's a ten minute walk that way," Blair pointed out the direction of travel. "The cabin's another ten minutes beyond that."
The detective nodded agreement and put an arm around his lover as they set off through the jungle back to their camp, wondering what else their vacation would bring, knowing his lover had several other plans like this one up his sleeve for them to enjoy during their remaining time here.