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Chapter 39

Night's End

Freed blinked as he stepped back out into the club. The lights were focused on the stage, where someone was giving a presentation on how to prevent and deal with sub-drop. Lots of aftercare was key, and knowing what sort of aftercare a submissive needed was also important before play started.

Laxus paused and watched the person on stage. Aftercare! Before he met Freed, he never once dealt with aftercare besides throwing a blanket at someone or handing them some chocolate. The submissive had to prepare anything they needed on their own, and Laxus only handed it over. He never cuddled or followed up with them. He remembered how it had felt so strange, and yet so natural, after his first night with Freed, how they had cuddled together in bed and fallen asleep. Now, he was holding onto Freed, pampering him, he got him a blanket and water, talking him through it. He glanced down at his masked lover and smiled. Freed had changed him, and Laxus squeezed him a little tighter in happiness.

"Hey, I need to grab something real quick."

Freed looked up in confusion. "What? We have everything, right?" He glanced at the duffel bag filled with their supplies and now holding his club clothes and wings.

"Not quite. That impression paddle I used," he said, lightly caressing Freed's ass and getting a yelp out of him. "That's mine."

Freed's eyes widened. "Y-yours?"

"Did you like it?" he asked slyly.

Freed flinched just remembering the agonizingly hard hit. "I … dunno. It hurt. Like, a lot." His butt was still painful, despite Laxus rubbing lotion on it and tending to him.

Laxus shrugged. "Well, it's ours. It was a secret, bought it earlier this week." His hand drifted down Freed's spine, but he came to a stop just above the belt. "I like reading that you're mine, right there on your ass."

Freed shivered, but he firmly demanded. "Well, if you ever use it again, don't do it after such a long paddling session, and that's the last thing that hits me."

Laxus laughed softly at how Freed could order him around like this. "Are those your conditions?"

"Yes," he said sternly. "I don't mind, but that really did hurt."

Laxus leaned over and nuzzled the side of Freed's neck, whispering, "My apologies." He kissed his lips. "I'll make it up to you."

Make it up? Freed melted a little at the ways Laxus could make it up. "Then … then maybe I should use it on you," he said with arrogance.

Laxus laughed in amusement. "Have you ever swung a paddle?"

"Uh … n-no," he confessed. He had not swung anything more than a golf club.

"Then I ain't letting you swing one at me. Did you listen to my presentation? You can seriously hurt someone if you do it wrong."

A devilish gleam entered Freed's eyes. "Then maybe you should train me."

Laxus felt a shiver at the way Freed looked at him. His angelic incubus! "Now you're just getting cocky."

Cocky, huh? "You freed it, you deal with it."

Laxus threw his head back and laughed at his sassiness. "You little bitch. For that, maybe I will train you," he said, pulling Freed up against him, "Hands-on." Both hands caressed down and came to rest over Freed's rump. "Paddling you more." He squeezed Freed's ass until he saw the pain in his masked face. "I'm sure you're bound to learn."

Freed let out a moan from pain and excitement. He felt like Laxus would have taken him again if they were back at home. He saw another couple watching them, a master and slave both smiling at their sensual display. Laxus followed Freed's gaze, saw the voyeurs, and let Freed go. He was not about to show off how sexy Freed could be when he was aroused, not like this, in plain street clothes and no chastity belt.

"But you ain't hitting me with it," Laxus said, taking a step back. "I ain't into that shit."

Freed felt dizzy all over again from Laxus' sheer dominance. "O-okay. Sorry. Just teasing."

"You're a sassy bitch, and I like that about you." Laxus tilted Freed's chin and gazed down at him. "I'll let you tie me up if it gets ya off, but I'm not a masochist." He pulled his hand away and looked aside, eying this building filled with all sorts of kinks and fetishes. "If you hit me on the ass, I'd probably punch you out of pure instinct and then feel like shit afterward."

"I get it," Freed insisted. "Sorry."

He kissed Freed's forehead and looked seriously into his eyes. "If you don't like it, I won't use it. We'll keep it as a memento of tonight."

Laxus looked ready to go now, but Freed grabbed his sleeve. The blond looked back and saw the white mask lowered, hand trembling.

"L-Laxus? Did … did you paddle Virgo with that?"

"Fuck no!" he sneered. "The club has one that says Bitch across it. I used that on her. That paddle has only touched one ass, and that's the one I've marked as mine."

Freed smiled in relief to hear that.

Laxus wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. "Freed, I would never use one of our toys on another person. Also, I don't know if you were aware of this, but you could have used a safeword on using her in that demonstration."

Freed gawked up at him. "I … I could have?"

Laxus ran a hand over his spiky hair. "Fuck, I knew you were holding back. Of course you could! Anything I do, anywhere, at any time, in the bedroom or here or anywhere, if you're really not into it, you can end it. You have full control in what we do."

"But … it was for work," he protested.

"Fuck work! Fuck this club, fuck any job I've ever had or will have. I don't care if it's personal or professional, if you're against something, use the fucking safeword." He sighed and ran his fingers over his scalp again. "I happened to mention to Flare that you couldn't get through the paddling in dress rehearsals, and she's the one who invited Virgo to fill in so you wouldn't feel like you have to push your limits just so I could get through the demonstration. I wasn't all that happy about it, but you never said to stop."

Meekly, Freed admitted, "I … I was jealous, but … but I was a little glad she was there. I was scared I'd never make it to the end. I was … uncomfortable with it, but I think even if I knew I could have ended it, I wouldn't have." The jealousy made things even more intense, so although Freed did not like those darker feelings getting in the way, he never once wanted to end it. Then he glared up in anger. "Just next time, tell me! You big idiot!" He gave Laxus a light punch to the chest. "I was mad," he huffed, sticking out his lower lip. "I'm still a little mad at you."

"Yeah, sorry I kept you in the dark. I won't again." He gave Freed a light peck on the lips to appease him. "I'll go get the paddle, then we'll go home. I'll pamper you all day tomorrow."

Freed folded his arms disdainfully. "I demand a hot bath with that scented oil you hate."

"Che! Fine. I'll even comb your hair, make you hot cocoa, and serve you breakfast in bed, if you want. Tomorrow is your day to be spoiled."

Freed hummed mischievously. "Mmh, I think I could really push that envelope."

Laxus saw the aristocrat in this man again. "You're allowed to … this time." A spoiled rich boy like him probably knew precisely how he liked to be pampered, and Laxus wanted to thoroughly indulge him. For now, he kissed Freed's cheek. "Be right back."

Laxus took the duffel bag and went around to the other side of the stage. He talked with one of the stagehands, who handed over the paddle but seemed to be congratulating him.

Freed stood in his spot, looking around. No longer in BDSM gear, he could really take in the club's atmosphere. He saw some wearing perfectly normal clothes, and some … well, there was a wide variety of fetish clothes. Freed even saw a few that interested him. He almost wanted to go up to the people and ask where they bought it, but he was not too sure if that was okay. After all, this was not like one of his parents' soirées where asking a woman where she got her purse was practically a social expectation.

A woman in a red corset and a whip coiled at her hip slid up to Freed. "Loved the presentation, Angel. It was … invigorating!"

Freed jolted and pulled back. "Th-thanks!" he squeaked. Watching from afar was okay, but he felt intimidated to have this dominatrix right in front of him. Suddenly, he wondered just how many people had gotten aroused watching him being paddled and listening to his moans.

The woman moved on, just a quick note of appreciation on her way to the bar. Freed relaxed again, glad he was still wearing his mask. All of these people knew precisely how his body looked, but his face at least had been covered.

Freed listened in on the new presentation.

"The body does not normally produce huge amounts of endorphins like it does during a scene. The endorphins released during the scene will also activate opiate receptors, which allow you to process pain easier. The side effect is that opiate receptors can inhibit other things in the body aside from pain receptors, things such as seratonin, which affects appetite, sleep, mood, memory, learning, temperature regulation, sexual behavior, cardiovascular function, muscle contraction, endocrine regulation, and depression.

"Sounds familiar? All things associated with sub-drop. The endorphins' affect on seratonin levels during a scene causes many of the aftereffects that need to be dealt with in aftercare. It is responsible for the severity of the drop phenomenon some encounter, anywhere from immediately after ending a scene to up to 270 hours later. Yes, my friends, that is eleven and a quarter days later! Although rare, drop can occur over a week after a scene. That's why you have to be vigilant of what your body is doing, and a dominant needs to follow up and be attuned with their sub's health.

"The most important reason for aftercare is to assist the body in readjusting to its normal state, particularly in regards to the overdoses of hormonal secretion during a scene. Frankly, it is not healthy not to do it.

"So, how to flush your body of this chemical cocktail: water! If you remember only one thing from my rambling, remember that. Hydrate! Both sub and dom need to rehydrate after a scene, so that neither of them ends up dropping. Even if you are the sort who does not want to be cuddled, pampered, or like aftercare, drinking lots of water can reduce the effects and length of time of sub-drop.

"Along with dehydration after a scene, you lose potassium. Eating strawberries or something salty can stop the muscle cramps associated with potassium levels.

"Sugar! Although most people have a sugar drop after a scene, be aware that diabetics and hypoglycemics can react exactly the opposite. That's why it's important to share any health concerns with your dominant or sub. You don't want a sugar spike and then your dom tries to feed you chocolate!

"Lastly, all of this causes the body stress, which is where the cuddles come into play. BDSM puts your body into a controlled stressed state, your neurotransmitters go all wonky, and so it is necessary to break the cyclical process. Human touch, hugs, laughter, and orgasms—they're not just pleasurable, they are healthy for you—all aid in breaking that stress cycle.

"When it comes to aftercare, preventing sub-drop involves figuring out what makes you happy, or even just calms you down from the soaring high. That's the key: what balances you? What are your body's individual needs to combat the chemical roller coaster of post-scene readjustment? Because the higher you fly, the harder you fall. So think about those things, listen to your body, and work together even days after a scene as your body regains its balance after you've been taken to heaven and back."

The audience applauded, and Freed clapped along although he had missed the majority of it. Still, the discussion on neurotransmitters and endorphins sounded interesting. He never really stopped to think about all the internal effects BDSM did to the body. He knew it made his heart race, made him sweat, sent his mind to a level beyond reality, but that was all hormones and chemicals. It was scientifically fascinating what the human body could do when being pleasured, and what things caused pleasure.

As the presenter gathered his things and the crowd milled about, Freed glanced over and saw Laxus still on the other side of the stage. Now Flare was chatting with him … and her hands were all over Laxus!

Freed let out a cry of shock. "What … is she…?"

One of Flare's hands was cupping Laxus' arm muscle, and with the other hand she drew a lazy line up his chest with her red-painted fingernail. "Well, Laxus, that was … wonderful to watch."

Freed let out a huff of anger. No one flirted with his master! He stomped over, edging through the crowd, and yanked away the arm Flare was holding.

"Hey!" he snapped, glaring at her, ready to challenge her, even if she was the goddamn dungeon mistress of this club.

Laxus glanced down with a raised eyebrow. "Hey, Freed."

Flare simpered, smiling slyly at Freed. What an adorably protective slave! Not many slaves also acted as bodyguards. She stepped back from Laxus. "I'll leave you two alone," she said, and she turned away gracefully, walking on her stilettos through the crowd, weaving through milling kinksters.

Freed still glared at her back and kept a tight hold onto Laxus' arm. 'Seriously, I leave this oaf alone for five minutes and women are all over him!'

"What?" asked Laxus when he saw how Freed was bristling like a wet cat.

His angry gaze turned up to those electric blue eyes. "Don't you think she was a little … too close?"

"Whuh?"

Freed scoffed to himself. Of course Laxus was utterly clueless! Idiot. Big dummy oaf who can't protect himself from such blatant flirting! The guy needed a bodyguard just to keep away admirers.

Finally, it dawned onto Laxus, and he chuckled softly. Such an adorably jealous angel! "I dunno," he said in an arrogant tone. "Maybe she doesn't understand." He cupped Freed's chin and pulled his masked face up. "It goes both ways between us."

Now Freed was the one in confusion. Both ways? "Huh?"

"Well, I just showed to all these people that you're mine. Maybe they all need to realize…" He leaned right into that white mask. "…I'm yours."

Freed's heart leaped for a moment at that sensually low voice. Still, he was mad. "Do they not realize that?" he grumbled.

Laxus gave a shrug. "Some of them are … open-minded."

Freed knew what he meant. Although many people in the BDSM and LGBT communities were monogamous, many others had multiple partners. Polyamory, polyfidelity, swinging, open relationships, casual sex, group marriage: there were many varieties to non-monogamy. Even people who did not associate as LGBT nor were into kink at all still preferred this sort of interpersonal relationship. That was fine, people found happiness in sex and love in whatever ways worked for them … just not when it came to his boyfriend!

"Well, I don't like that," he declared stubbornly.

Laxus was still leaned into his face, and he smoothed back a wild strand of green hair. In a low, taunting voice, he said, "Then do something about it."

An imperious smirk rose on his face. "I will!"

Swift as a rapier, Freed grabbed Laxus, yanked him down, and sucked on the side of his neck. If this oaf could not deal with flirts on his own, Freed would mark him! He would claim Laxus, just as Laxus had publicly claimed him.

"Ah!" yelled Laxus. He hissed in pleasure from the feel of Freed's lips and groaned, "Yeeeah!"

His angel was marking him, claiming him … wanting him! A sinner like him, being marked by a perfect celestial being! It made him shiver, knowing Freed wanted him so much.

Then he felt more. Teeth!

"Oww! Freed! Fuck!" he yelled. The pain increased, until finally Laxus shoved him off. His hand went up to his aching neck. He felt wetness. "God, am I bleeding?"

Freed wiped his lips smugly. "No."

He checked his fingers but there was only saliva. "Shit!"

He seriously thought Freed was going to bite out his jugular! As the pain faded to an ache, he felt rather proud of Freed. That took guts! It also meant Freed wanted him exclusively to that degree, to mark him right here in the middle of the club. He rubbed a finger over the sore spot and smirked.

"Does it show?"

"Mm-hmm." Freed licked his lips, loving the sight of that mark. No way could Laxus hide that, not without a scarf.

"Good." Laxus grabbed him into a hug. "I'm all yours, Freed. No one else but you."

"I believe you." He traced the mark, still damp from his lips. "I just want them to know.

"I don't mind. Hell, maybe I should put a collar on. Property of Freed."

Freed nibbled his lower lip. "That could be hot."

Laxus caressed Freed's throat where the collar had been. "Maybe matching collars some day."

Freed's eyes lit up. "R-really?"

"No," he thudded.

Freed's hopes sank. "Oh."

Laxus chuckled at all of those amusing facial expressions. "Well, maybe. Never worn one. Could be hot."

Freed tucked his head down. "Y-yeah, it would be."

His head tilted to the side. "You think so?"

"Y-yeah," he stuttered. "I think it'd be hot … you wearing my collar … and me wearing yours … something … for both of us, to show we own each other."

"Idiot," he sighed. Laxus lifted Freed's hand and kissed right over the promise ring. "That's what this is for."

"Yeah, but—"

"Freed, this ring means a lot more than a collar does. I don't take this ring off," he emphasized. "We would be taking that collar off."

Freed blinked in surprise. "Y-you don't take it off?"

"No. You haven't noticed? Even when showering, I keep it on."

Freed let out a small sound of astonishment. "I thought I was the only one."

"Pay attention more," he snapped, but immediately his voice went gentle. "And don't worry about her," he said, thumbing back to Flare. "She's like that with everyone. If you don't watch yourself, she'll do that to you. Then I'll have to mark you again … in front of everyone."

His voice shivered, "Y-y-yeah."

God, he loved that trembling moan. Laxus' hands slid over Freed's body. "You like this? Showing you off? Doing stuff to you … in front of all these people?"

He gulped hard. "Yeah. I … I do."

"Good," he smirked. "We'll see about doing this more, but only under controlled circumstances like this."

"Yeah." He liked the idea, but he had to be cautious. "I mean, you never know, someone like my father could walk in here."

Laxus froze, and he knew his face just gave him away.

Freed saw that slightly panicked expression. He should have known! "My father's been in here, hasn't he?"

Laxus pouted and looked away, muttering, "It's a good possibility."

"Dammit," he sighed. However, Freed knew he should not be all that surprised. "Knowing him, he's probably been in every club like this in three states." Seriously, that father of his! And if Laxus knew about this, it meant he had met up with Llewellyn here at some time. Freed hated to think how that encounter must have gone. He needed to shove it out of his head. "Well, he's not here now."

He was glad Freed was not asking for details. Best to move past that before it ruined their incredible evening. "If he was, I'd claim you even more, right in front of him, let him see it."

Freed frowned at him. "Sheesh, this is my father we're talking about!"

"I know!" he snapped a little too harshly.

Freed saw the pinch to his brow. "I guess for you…" His words stopped sharply, and he whispered, "Nothing."

"Yeah, for me," Laxus glowered. "For me, he was the problem. You think she's a problem?" he asked, thumbing over to Flare again. "She's nothing. Nothing like what I had to go through."

Freed frowned that Laxus even had to deal with that sort of drama. He tried to cheer up. "Well, we got through that."

"Hell yeah, we did," he smiled. "And I'm glad. I'm glad we're where we are."

"Me, too," he beamed.

Laxus picked up Freed's hand, ran his thumb over the promise ring and gazed down at him with a serious expression. "Freed?"

He hummed, wondering why Laxus looked so determined.

Suddenly, boldly and bombastically, Laxus bellowed, "I love you!"

People around them went quiet and looked over. Someone applauded. A few people cooed at the love declaration. Freed felt his cheeks burning brightly. Laxus might have told him that many times now, but never in front of so many people, and never shouted like that.

"Well, you said that rather loudly," he muttered, glancing around at all the stares.

"Yeah. I want them all to know, it goes both ways between us."

The noise was back, and Freed felt less on the spot. His devious side rose again like a devil, and his eye gleamed. "Well, maybe I should tell them about the time I handcuffed you to the bed."

Those blue eyes bored down into him, and Laxus said slowly, "Fuck … you."

Freed burst into laughs, and Laxus grabbed him into a hug. Devious little bitch! He seriously did love this man and how unpredictable he was.

"You little ass," he laughed. Then Laxus reached down and grabbed Freed's butt. He yelped at the shocking pain. "Wonderful ass!" Laxus purred, massaging the soft globes. "And I'm gonna claim it again tonight."

As nice as that sounded, Freed cringed. "Um … tomorrow. I still hurt."

He let go of Freed's butt. "Okay, then. Tomorrow." He leaned into Freed's ear. "Maybe I'll spoil you even more and let you claim me again."

"R-really?" he cried out.

"Why not?" he said in amusement. "I liked it, and you definitely liked it." He felt something poking him below. "Or are you aroused already?"

"I … I dunno. Maybe."

"Of course you are!" Laxus leaned into his ear. "Do you wanna claim me tonight?"

Freed shuddered out a moan. "Maybe," he breathed, but then he looked up at Laxus. God, he wanted him again! So he answered clearer, "Y-yeah." He wanted him. Again! He needed it. What did that man say about aftercare? Figure out what your body needs to regain balance? Freed strongly felt he needed this!

Laxus smoothed down the silky hair again. "But then tomorrow, I get to have you any way I want. I'll spoil you all day, but tomorrow night, your ass is mine."

"Fair enough."

"Heh!" He held his elbow out like a gentleman. "Let's get out of here."

Freed agreed, and he wrapped his arm through the offered elbow. Laxus escorted Freed out of the club to the waiting taxi.

BONUS SCENE

"Laxus Yuri Dreyar!"

Oh shit! Freed had never used his full name before. Laxus was not even sure if his own mother had ever yelled at him by his full name.

Freed stormed into the bedroom where Laxus was playing a game on his phone. He had just showered, his hair still wet, a robe wrapped around him, and a scowl on his face. He held forth his phone in accusation.

"You took pictures of me," he yelled.

"Yeah," Laxus replied honestly. "Did you like looking through them? They're some good shots."

Freed's ears turned red in humiliation. "They're … while we were … you were tak- … dammit!" he huffed, trying to calm himself. "We were making love, and you were busy taking pictures with my cellphone."

"Mine was inside my coat. I couldn't reach it."

"You're supposed to focus on me, not the phone," he shrieked.

Laxus laughed and looked back to his cellphone game. "I was totally focused on you. You can see that from those pictures. I especially like the one where you can see MINE on your ass with my cock smashed between the I and the N. I should put that as my profile picture on Facebook."

"Hell no!" Freed yelled. "You … you're … a jerk! You're a big, stupid jerk!" Then he stomped back off to the bathroom with his bathrobe fluttering behind him.

Laxus chuckled to himself. "I guess it's a good thing I didn't tell him that photo's already my desktop picture for my phone." He closed the game and saw on the cellphone's screen, Freed's pinkened buttcheeks with that imprinted word. Best fucking wallpaper ever!

"Oh my God, you emailed them to yourself!"

Laxus chuckled, plugged his phone into the charger for the night, and curled down in bed.

Next Chapter: "Drop"

A/N: Audio drama – http://chib.it/Itva2s
Thanks to Sass-Queen-Justine for a picture of Freed being my very own angel of music, playing a blue trombone (which is what I play) and giving my band a demonstration on how to be "sassy" while wearing his masked angel outfit. I cannot stop laughing at this!

http://sass-queen-justine.tumblr.com/post/132394961142/
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