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Catch the Thunder	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 17785 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
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Chapter 52
Playroom
Freed and Laxus left the study holding hands and smiling, yet right down the hall stood Llewellyn, still reading reports on his tablet. He looked up and instantly noted that the two were holding hands. Laxus began to pull away, unsure what the Justines might deem as inappropriate displays of affection, but Freed's hand tightened down on his, not allowing him to let go. He faced his father with a possessive hold on his lover, almost as if daring him to say anything against their love.
Llewellyn lowered the tablet. "Ah! So, you worked things out?"
"Almost." Freed glanced up at Laxus and squeezed his hand. "We need to discuss some details. We'll be back."
Llewellyn nodded with passive understanding. He knew precisely what that meant. "I have work to do anyway," he said to excuse himself. "Please, do stay for lunch."
Freed tipped his head in respect, and they left until they came to an elevator. Freed pulled out the special key that worked the hidden floors.
"Down to our little sex dungeon, you kinky bastard," Laxus goaded as they rode in the elevator.
Freed looked up at him in concern. "Is that room going to be okay for you?"
Suddenly, two arms caged him in, and the loud slam of the hands against the elevator wall made Freed yelp. Laxus leaned in close with a starving gleam in his eyes.
"Hell yeah."
Laxus kissed him hard and ground his hips against him. Freed's moan filled the elevator, and Laxus surged forward, pinning him tightly to the wall. Freed's fingers grasped as he frotted against Laxus, undulating on that thick cock that was trying to pierce him already.
Laxus growled in lust. He had missed the way Freed's body so easily reacted, how it tattled all the carnal desires that brewed in the heart of this elegant aristocrat. He missed the taste of his mouthwash as his tongue plunged in, and the strength of those hands that gripped him so hard, Laxus knew he would have small bruises.
He missed everything about Freed!
"Shit, can we skip the BDSM comeback and just have makeup sex?"
"Mm-hmm," Freed moaned.
Laxus frantically worked on the buttons of Freed's shirt, ready to just rip it off. He would have if they were alone and not in a house with Freed's father and sister upstairs.
"Gonna be hard, rough, and messy. No prep time," he warned.
Freed's nimble hands already had Laxus' belt unbuckled and pulled apart. "Don't care! Need it!"
The elevator dinged, the door slid open, but they did not hear it. Freed yanked Laxus' leather pants down to his ankles and groaned at seeing his erection spring forth. Laxus pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the corner of the elevator. With their tongues still twisting together, Freed shuffled his pants down and stepped out of them.
Suddenly, Laxus grabbed Freed, lifting him effortlessly. With his back smashed against the elevator wall and his shirt still half on, Freed wrapped his legs around Laxus. That thick cock lodged behind, and Laxus thrust into the valley between Freed's butt cheeks.
"Fuck, don't you ever walk out the door on me like that again," Laxus snarled through savage kisses.
"Never," Freed swore, quivering as that cock rubbed against his asshole. "Don't push me away or shut down on me. Talk!"
"I'll try."
Laxus licked his hand to moisten it, then grabbed Freed's cock and stroked it, making him shudder with a wild moan. He had not touched himself that whole week. He was built up and sensitive.
"Need you," growled Laxus. "Couldn't even sleep in that bed without you. It's just not right."
"Where … nnngh … where did you sleep all week?" Freed asked as his cock began to drip along Laxus' hand, letting him glide easier.
"Couch. Fell asleep watching … f-fuck … watching wrestling."
Freed leaned his head back as Laxus sucked along his neck. "Sexy half-naked men groping each other? Were you stroking off to erotic fantasies?"
"Fuck you!" he grumbled, nipping at Freed's throat. "I wasn't able to jerk off all week. It's no good if it isn't you."
"Same … ahhhn … same here."
Freed buried his mouth against Laxus' shoulder, whimpering as negative emotions flowed out and all that was left was love and desire.
"I need you." Tears poured from his eyes. "I love you … so much."
"I'm so sorry," Laxus whispered, but his body was not slowing down, nor did Freed stop clawing into his back. The fingers were tightening, and he felt Freed's thighs trembling.
"L-Laxus!"
Suddenly, Freed felt as if he was falling in slow motion. His back was laid on the ground, and Laxus hovered above him.
"What?" he asked, shocked by the position switch. Were Laxus' arms getting sore? He could have stood on his own.
Laxus crawled down Freed's body, kissing it adoringly as he lowered himself until he got to the cock ready to blow. "I need to show you I can be tender."
"I know you can," he shouted, straining against the throbbing in his erection.
"Still … for me … I need to show you I'm sorry. Plus," he smirked, "Bas would probably flay us if we got cum all over the elevator."
His head dipped down, and he took Freed's cock into his mouth, sliding the whole thing in deep. Freed gasped and instinctively clutched at the blond hair, thrusting in, only belatedly realizing that might hurt Laxus' throat. He was glad now that Laxus laid him flat, because his legs definitely would have given out.
"Oh God, Laxus!" he howled.
His mouth moved slowly, sucking up the pre-cum that had dripped, taking it as deep as he could go. Freed's moans were enticing and driving Laxus into a frenzy, but he wanted this, at least, to be his apology. He sucked languidly, knowing he was not giving Freed quite enough, forcing him to hold out. Maybe that was sadistic as well, but he was pretty sure it was a torture Freed thoroughly enjoyed.
"Lax- … nnngh … please!" he whimpered. "Shit, please!"
When Freed resorted to profanity, Laxus knew he was close. A smile spread over his busy mouth.
"Please!" he begged. "Faster. Just … shhhhhit, more!"
Laxus changed to fast, full sucks, not caring that Freed's cock pounded his throat. Immediately, Freed's whole body leaped, his spine arched, his fingers dug into Laxus' scalp, and guttural cries, more beast-like than angelic, roared out. Laxus felt fluid filling his mouth and hummed in delight. He glanced up over Freed's spasming body and saw some of that moment of orgasm, how his cheeks flushed, wetness beaded in his eyes, his mouth hanging open, and mottled pinkness flushing over his skin.
Fucking divine!
As Freed began to sink and his whole body went limp, Laxus pulled back with a gulp. He gazed down at his fallen angel. So sensual!
How could he even think that maybe Freed was a replacement for his father? Freed was far too good, too perfect, to fill in for any sort of low, mortal, mundane thing.
"Don't ever let me push you away," he whispered, rubbing his hands over Freed's half-dressed body. "If I'm ever that stupid again, smack me over the head. Punch me, kick me, I don't care, just knock some sense into me. I don't ever want to lose you, Freed, but … dammit, I keep getting reminded of just how much I totally don't deserve someone as good as you. You could have anyone." He pouted and mumbled, "So why are you with me?"
Freed sat up and stared hard at him. Slowly, he recovered, and his demeanor grew harsher.
"Stand up," he commanded.
Laxus jolted out of his melancholia, hearing immediately that aristocratic tone of voice. He obediently rose to his feet. Freed shuffled closer on his knees, grabbed the erection, and gave it a lick. Then he looked up, eyes still narrow.
"Never do that to me again," he ordered.
Laxus shook his head.
"Don't you ever—" he screamed, "—make me that scared that I might lose you. If you're going to leave, write a note, leave the key behind, and never let me see you again, but don't you ever make me go through that, begging you to stay, realizing how utterly lost I am without you, breaking down right in front of you. Just vanish from my life, that way you don't have to see me when I fall apart, because without you…" He sniffled as tears fell. "…without you … there's nothing."
"Don't say that," Laxus whispered in worry.
"You're right about one thing. I could have any person, the most perfect romance, the ideal boyfriend, best-of-the-best in every aspect." His hand reached up and touched Laxus' chest over his heart. "And that's precisely why I'm with you. Because I can have anything I want … even someone as incredible as you."
Laxus shook his head. "But I'm just a—"
"Don't you get it yet?" he shouted. Freed rose to his feet and glared right at Laxus. "I'm not stuck with you. I'm not forced. If anything, probably the whole world will think you're awful for me, but there's an advantage to being a spoiled rich boy. I get what I want." The harshness in his face softened. He leaned up and kissed Laxus' lips. "This…" he whispered. "This is what I want, more than anything. I'm the one who's scared you'll wise up one day and leave me before the tabloids gets their claws on you. I'm the one scared you'll get bored, or you'll feel like I'm locking you away, or that maybe you're only staying with me because I'm financially convenient."
"Fuck no!" shouted Laxus. "I don't give a shit about your damn money."
"I know," he said with a relieved smile. "You fell in love with me before you knew who I really was. That's what scares me. Would you have stayed with me if you knew from the start that I was the heir to an international corporation? Or would you have run away, not wanted such a hassle, scared off or intimidated? Could all of this—all of it—" he emphasized by waving his hand around to the elevator and the mansion around them, "scare you off in the future? You're not a fool, Laxus. You know being with me will be a challenge. If you were solely attracted to the money, that might actually put my fears at rest, because I'd know you'd stay to mooch off the fortune, if nothing else. But you're not that sort of man, so … so why? Why put yourself in the limelight? Why chain yourself to a man who will be under public scrutiny for the rest of his life? Why lose your freedom just for me?"
"Freed…" Did he really fear these things?
He rested his head against Laxus' chest. "Those are the sorts of fears that keep me up at night. I'm terrified that you'll get sick of it and leave. I don't want you to see how that will destroy me. So don't put me through that again. Just vanish on me one day, like a band-aid torn off, no longer a part of me. Don't make me beg, because I will. I'll beg and cry and offer you anything, all the money in the world, just to stay by my side. Because you're worth it. The happiness you give me, the love you show me … money doesn't compare. I would rather give it all up for you … but I can't. I'm the one trapped—a white bird in a golden cage—whereas you're free, like a wild dragon. So if you ever need to," he said seriously, although saddened to even say it, "just fly away, and don't let me see you go."
Laxus listened to the words, watched the tears as Freed said them, and stood still until he was done. He knew Freed needed to get that off his chest. These fears had probably been brewing since the beginning.
How long had he hidden his actual social status from Laxus out of fear that he would run off?
He also had a point. Way back then, that first night with the lap dance, if he had known that man in the club was a son of the Justine family, he would have ran. Hell, he almost ran off when he first found out who Freed's father was. He had walked right out the door, planning to simply never look back. That moment of weakness haunted him now. If Freed had not run after him and begged him, he would have lost Freed forever.
So he had to admit, Freed had every right to be scared. He really had almost left once. Even over the past few days, Laxus had thought more than once that vanishing on Freed might be best. Yet that was something he simply could not do.
"A wild dragon, huh?" he muttered. "You might have a point there."
Freed cocked his head to the side in confusion.
"Ya know the thing about dragons? They hoard! They find a treasure," he whispered, running his hands up and down Freed's body, "and they would rather watch the whole world burn than have that treasure taken from them. Maybe the dragon doesn't deserve the treasure, maybe he acquired it through ill-gotten means, maybe a few knights in shining armor will even come to try and reclaim the treasure … but to the dragon, he's only thinking about one thing." His hands groped Freed's ass and yanked him forward possessively. "It's mine!" he snarled. His voice softened as he kneaded Freed's ass and smirked at the blushing cheeks. "Dragons don't care what gold is worth. They don't keep the treasure to be rich. They keep it because it's theirs, because it means more to them than life itself." His hands paused, and he looked down with serious eyes. "You … mean more—"
"Laxus!" he cut in, shaking his head, not feeling worthy of hearing that.
The blond had a gentle smile. "I just needed to know for myself why I was keeping you. Maybe even dragons question why they hoard a treasure. What was the original reason? Was it greed? Was it anger? Was it some feeling long forgotten over time? Why hold on to it when you know you don't deserve it?"
"Did you find an answer?" Freed asked worriedly.
Laxus shook his head. "I haven't a fucking clue. Original reason? Hell if I know. You were interesting, sexy, I couldn't get you out of my head, and I felt like I had a future with you. I'm still not sure why I feel that way. It's stupid. I could fucking destroy your future. I know that you know … I'm no good for you."
"No!" Freed screamed.
"Let me finish," Laxus ordered, instantly silencing him. "I'm no good for you financially, or socially, or politically. I don't bring any of that bullshit into this relationship. I'm just me, some poor ex-stripper from the slums, a fucked up past, no plans for the future, no ambitions, no education, nothin'. I'm seriously the worst thing in the world for you."
Freed opened his mouth to protest, but Laxus placed a finger over his lips.
"Yet you still want me. You were on your knees crying and begging—and I swear to you, I'll never make you do that again," he said ardently. "Still, that showed me … God damn me for making you do that, but I think I really needed to see that you wanted me. And I want you. Maybe I can't remember how I fell in love, or why, or exactly when it happened, but it happened, and it was just us, not my past, not your money, not anything else. Just us. And it worked. It's been working for us. Somehow, everything just works. We are so fucking wrong for one another," he shouted, but his voice dropped, "and yet it's working so damn well."
He reached down and picked up Freed's hand, holding it so the silver promise ring showed prominently in the light, gleaming on the green rapier etched into the silver band.
"I want it to work," Laxus muttered, unsure how to word his feelings. "I really … really want it to last. To work. To … to be…"
Forever!
He closed his eyes, leaned over, and kissed the ring, letting his lips rest on the metal. "I need it to work, because I can't lose you. But I'm scared shitless that I'll mess up. I like what we do, I like the BDSM, but more and more … and especially lately … I'm scared I'll push it too far."
He thought about that awful dream and the taunts from his father that one day he would hurt Freed too much and lose him.
"I'm scared I'll go too far, and you won't say anything. I'll fuck up so badly, there won't be a way to fix it. I could seriously hurt you, even put you into the hospital. It's happened in BDSM relationships. You've said plenty of times, you're worried that you can't take as much pain as some subs, you're afraid I'll need more and find it somewhere else. Maybe at some time, that was true. I took the job at the club, after all. But we worked that out. I thought it was okay. But it's not. Not for me. Your dad sees it, too. He wants me to quit, and he's using social status as a legitimate excuse, but he probably sees it and just doesn't want to point it out to you."
"Point what out?" Freed asked, feeling slightly worried again. What wasn't okay anymore?
Laxus frowned and kept his eyes turned to the side. "I can't keep working there. Not because of the press, not because of tabloids. Because of you!"
Freed flinched back. Him?
"You'll always feel like you're not enough, and I'll always question why I do it. It works for some people, the whole scene and public shit, but not us. I … I can't do shit like that to other people while thinking about my father anymore. I just can't! It's fucked up, and it's fucking with my head, and now it's fucked with us, and the last thing I'll allow that sonuvabitch to do is fuck up my relationship with you. Fuck that!" he shouted, breathing hard in outrage. He took a slow breath to calm himself. "So no more. BDSM will be just between us, and nothing else. I won't ever use it thinking about my dad again. It's only gonna be about me and you. Just us! I don't even care if they find my father. I hope they don't! Because it's gonna fuck up us, and I'm not gonna let that happen."
"Laxus," he whispered in shocked.
"I quit the club," he blurted out. "I don't know what the hell I'm gonna do about a job anymore, but … nothing like that ever again. Nothing that brings you shame, or makes you feel awkward."
"I liked watching you," he protested.
"I didn't like doing it. I did at first, I liked showing you what I could do, like I was bragging, 'Hey look at me, look how strong I am.' But that day at the exhibition, paddling Virgo … it made me sick. Maybe because it was a woman, and that's a first for me. I couldn't think about my dad, and that made things awkward as fuck! Besides, I only wanted you on that stage with me, but Flare thought working two subs would be better. The more I think back on it, the more I realize I really wanted that moment to be between just us. I want all of it to be just between us.
"Yesterday, I went into work, did a demonstration on stocks, and … and I walked out. Left the poor sub locked up naked in the stocks. Just walked out. I couldn't do it. I used to pretend they were my dad, but all I could picture was you. All I wanted was you. I wanna live my life in a way that works with your life. You're sacrificing a lot and risking even more just to stay with me. The least I can do is not make things worse."
Freed felt a panic surging up. His fear about locking Laxus away, stripping him of the carefree attitude that he loved so much, seemed to be coming true. He shook his head, hating the idea of doing this to the man he loved. Laxus once said he despised people who changed themselves just for others, yet here he was, doing it, changing his job, changing everything about himself, to fit Freed's life. It made Freed tremble with self-loathing. How could he make the man he loved do something like this? He refused!
"I want you to be free, though," Freed protested earnestly. "I'm not going to cage you with rules, and social expectations, and—"
Laxus grabbed him and silenced him with a rough kiss. Freed's eyes opened wide in surprise, but slowly he calmed down. The panicking dread faded away. As he loosened up, Laxus pulled back, seeing a passive face again.
"I am free. I can pick what future I want, what career I want. Unlike you, I can come and go to any job. I'm free to leave the fetish club, and I'm free to decide what I want in the future. I want you, and I want this—the BDSM, the kinks, everything—to only be with you." He caressed Freed's shoulders, smiling with understated happiness. "I want to touch and pleasure no one else but you for the rest of my life."
Freed jolted at the words and looked up in shock. For the rest of his life?
Laxus realized a moment later what he said, and his face went bright red.
"E-eventually!" he added frantically. "Eventually, I … I want … shit," he hissed, looking away with embarrassment.
"L-Laxus…"
"Don't!" he interrupted. "Don't … say … anything." He turned aside, shoving down desires. Dammit, why did he have to say it that way? Sure, it was how he felt, but he really should have worded it better. That was practically a proposal! "We're not ready for that, and I wanna wait until we're really ready, and right now, making up after a fight … this isn't the right time for that. It's the worst time." He looked flustered and waved his hand wildly. "Shit, just forget I said anything," he shouted.
Freed covered his mouth to hold back a laugh at Laxus' awkward recovery. It was nice to know he felt that way, but he was right. They had just had the biggest fight of their relationship. They had lots of issues to work out. Plus they were both half-naked standing in an elevator on their way to a sex playroom.
"Still, my point is … although I don't get aroused being a dom to other people, I get them aroused, and that's not what I want. Even if it's just them and not me … I only want to make you feel that way. I want this to be something that's just between us from now on. Yours is the only ass good enough to have my hand print on it," he said, rubbing down to Freed's bare butt. Then his fingers caressed over Freed's throat. "Your voice is the only one I want to hear moaning," he whispered endearingly. "The more I'm with you, the more spoiled I get, and now … now I … I only want you. Nothing else works. Nothing else is good enough. Shit, I don't even know what I'm sayin' anymore," he grumbled. "I'm spoiled. Spoiled rotten! And it's all your fault. It's only good if it's you, and I ain't doin' it if it ain't good anymore."
"What about training for your father?"
Laxus felt sick to his stomach, remembering the horrible dream. "Fuck him. If that situation ever does happen, I know enough already. I can work out at a fucking gym to keep my strength, but I don't need to practice on others. I almost hope it never happens. How could I leave you? I can't! I fuckin' couldn't even go one night alone in a hotel a few cities over without going crazy, and this week … this week was hell! Like I said, I'm spoiled. If I keep doing BDSM thinking about torturing my father, it's gonna mess me up all over again, like it messed me up last week."
Freed looked worried. "You mean with that inheritance, your former client. Did it bring up a bad memory?"
"Yeah, something like that. I had a fuckin' nightmare! And in it, my dad said I'd hurt you, and you'd leave. He said … I was using you as a replacement for him. Then you mentioned giving up the club, and I already kinda wanted to, but … but I thought … y'know, I was using the club for my practicing, and thinking about him. If I quit, if I made BDSM only about us, what if … if I … shit, what if I really did use you as a replacement? And then I wondered if I had ever done that. And what about the future? If I couldn't get it out of my system at a club, I might take it out on you. That thought, the idea of using you like that, scared the fuckin' shit out of me.
"Then that safe house, those kids with their eyes exactly how mine used to be, bringing up memories of my dad, and that lady thinking your bruises were due to me being abusive … that all blended with all the other shit I'd been fearing. I just shut down. It scared me, all of it, the fear about you, the flashbacks, worries about the future … it seriously terrified me. I had to think through all of it, and I had to rethink everything to come, and what I wanted, what I actually need, if I needed the club, if I'm that addicted to using bastards in lieu of my dad, because like hell will I ever use you that way. I just had to think through it all: what I did in the past, what I'm doing in the present, what I'm gonna need in the future."
"And?"
Laxus looked down into Freed's eyes. "And I need you. I never once used you that way, but I'm still using others that way. That stops right now. I want everything in my life to be about you."
"No, Laxus—"
"That's my choice!" he bellowed. "Freed … you don't know what it's like to not have a future. Your life was planned and prepared for you. I didn't have that. I had a goal, a bloody one, and I never looked beyond that revenge. I wouldn't have even known where to begin. I didn't plan for my future, didn't care about it, nothin'. But I know one thing for sure now. My future is you. I don't even see anything in my future that doesn't involve you. I never used to think that far ahead. Yet after our first night together, after just that one time, I began to dream things, stuff I never thought about before in my life. My future was a huge blank, but suddenly … it was green and golden and wonderful." He reached forward and caressed his knuckles over Freed's cheek. "When I think about where I'll be years to come, it's here in this big-ass house, and it's waking up next to you. Anything at all I imagine about my future, you're in it somehow."
A tear of happiness slipped down Freed's cheek and got wiped away by the rough knuckles.
"Maybe I'll get ambitions of my own one day," Laxus muttered, "but until then, my future is purely you. It's being your support, your partner, and making you happy. That's the best damn future I can imagine. So everything right now in the present, anything I do, I want it to prepare myself for that incredible future. I'm gonna straighten up, I'm talking to a therapist, and I'm gonna learn manners and shit. I'll learn which fork to use for each course in a meal, and how to properly drink wine. Maybe I can take online classes, learn something useful to your company. Or maybe like we said, I can be your bodyguard. I'm good at that, got some experience being a bouncer."
Freed laughed and leaned into him. To have Laxus as his bodyguard, following him all the time, would be a rather nice thing after all.
Laxus hugged Freed and looked down at him, so precious and fragile although he knew this man was strong and brilliant. Still, he wanted to protect him. Freed had finally given him a future, after all.
"I want to leave behind anything that's gonna screw us up. I won't be an office rat, I'll tell ya that, but … maybe … I can be more than just a dom, more useful outside of sex, and actually support you. Because you've got a hell of a future, Freed, something so great and important, I could never compare, and I ain't about to try. I want to be part of your future, because you're all I see in mine."
Freed buried his head deeper into Laxus' bare chest, struggling against joyful tears.
"I dunno what to do yet, but I know what not to do. I gotta stop dicking around, gotta clear up some loose ends in my life, and I can't do shit that will put you in danger. Working in fetish clubs, paddling people in public, that's gonna look bad on you. I've already got a fucked up past, but I can try to make my life better. I gotta be more aware of how visible you are to the world, and realize I'm not the only one who looks at you and admires you.
"You said it before, and you're right. You're a public figure. They're gonna look at you and those around you. They'll look at me, and one of these days some asshole will come forward. They'll say what I used to do, and I can't lie about it. But how I see it … yeah, I was a demon, I played at being a dom to make cash and get in practice on how to torture, but you … you're my angel. You saved me. I ain't ashamed of being a dom, but I'm ashamed of why I did it. You gave me life and purpose. I gotta prove that you're truly my saving grace. I gotta show that I'm on that straight and narrow path now. Even if we keep doing stuff in the bedroom, we keep it to the bedroom. Maybe we tone it down from time to time and go all out only when we know we can. If you gotta stop BDSM for a while because of a photo shoot and you can't have bruises, I gotta learn to hold back. If you need it, though … I need to know I can still do it and not feel guilty. The only sure way to do that is to only do it with you, no one else, never again."
He kissed Freed on the forehead. How often had he said Only you, Greenie, and yet up until now it had not been only him. That was going to change.
"If I only touch you, then I know it's okay, because I know you like it, you want it, and I wanna give it to you. Fuck, I want to! Only you, though. No clubs, no shows. We'll figure something out if you want public humiliation. I like showing you off, but … there's no way in hell I'd put you in trouble."
"But do you think you're okay with BDSM now?" Freed asked. "I mean, I'm okay without it, but … sometimes…"
"Sometimes you need it, I know," Laxus said in understanding. "If it's only with you, if I never do it because of any other reason except to please you, then I think it's gonna be okay."
Freed wrapped his arms around Laxus. "I don't want to seem like I only want you for sex."
"I know that's not it," Laxus whispered, stroking his hair. "If it was just about sex, you've got money, you could hire someone better than me, more skilled, less risky. You stay with me, though. You stay despite all the bullshit we've been through, what with my dad and your father and the history and … and everything! If it was just about sex, you'd do the smart thing and ditch me. Instead, you're doing something damn stupid: you're sticking around. You begged me to not give up on you. You were crying. That … shit, I don't ever want to do that to you again," he said in anguish, "but it showed me it's not about sex, it's not about kinks and bondage. You really want me, and that's … that's damn awesome," he laughed with tears choking his throat. He yanked away and rubbed the stinging in his eyes. "Fuck, I need to shut up."
"We needed to talk," Freed pointed out.
"Yeah, but I feel like I've said more romantic shit in five minutes than I've ever said in my whole life."
Freed grinned up at him. "Maybe I need to hear your romantic shit once in a while."
"Fuck that. I'm no good at this."
"You're doing an excellent job," he teased. "Still, we're talking and you're soft again." His hand slid between their bodies. "I need to stir you up."
Holy fucking shit, Freed looked like a demon of sexual desire! It left Laxus' throat dry for a moment. He had to gulp down before he could talk.
"Are you good for a second go?"
Freed's body pressed up against Laxus. "I'm good for as long as you command, master."
Laxus hissed as hearing Freed using that sensual voice again made his cock twitch.
"Mmm, seems this is good to go, too," Freed purred, playfully fondling the cock as it began to lengthen again.
Laxus' lip trembled at the stimulating touches. "Ya left me hanging."
Freed lightly licked his lip. "Master never gave me the chance to finish."
Laxus smirked, knowing Freed's overpowering virility had defeated him once again. "Gather the clothes. Open up your dungeon, you little sex slave."
"Mmm … yes, master."
Freed obediently went around the elevator, collecting the clothes that got tossed aside. Then he went out into a hall and opened the playroom. They entered and turned on the lights. The room was as pristine as ever, as if no one had ever used it. Freed walked in and laid the discarded clothes aside, then removed his own shirt, which was hanging off his shoulders by now. He walked fully nude to the center of the room and got onto both knees.
"Treat me as your slave," he requested. "That's not abuse. It's roleplay. Please, master. Starting now, make it only about me. Say only you, and truly mean it."
Laxus looked at him, so eager and desirous, and he cursed under his breath as he was reminded how weak he was against his sub's sexuality. He saw a simple black collar to the side, grabbed it up, and strode over to where Freed was kneeling.
"How could I possibly say no…" He reached out and cupped Freed's chin, lifting it. "…to such an obedient and eager slave?"
He wrapped the collar around and buckled it against Freed's gulping throat. His stern but devoted eyes gazed down at the erotic sight. He placed a large hand on the side of Freed's head. Then, more gently and earnestly than he had ever said it before, he spoke the words he had said many times.
"Only you."
Freed leaned into that warm hand and sighed with overwhelming happiness.
"What do you need?" Laxus asked seriously.
He was the sub. He had to set the boundaries. "Nothing to leave visible marks. I'll need to sit through lunch with my family, and I have a staff meeting on Monday."
"Got it." That meant spanking had to be a minimum, and nothing that might leave redness on his arms, neck, or face. Laxus made that mental note.
"Besides that … give me your worst. Do it as hard as you can, as much as you can give me, as sadistic as possible. Make me scream, cry, and tear apart all this pain inside my heart. Make it all pour out. As hard as you want, but only as much as you're okay providing. I need to know your limits. I need to know your boundaries. So you have full permission to push me to the point where I need to use a safeword. I urge you to push me that far. Show me how much you can give me and still be mentally safe."
Laxus' face went cold. "I can be really harsh."
"I know," Freed said with confidence.
"I can be really cruel."
"I need it."
"I could break you, Freed," he warned.
He reached up and placed his fingers on a trembling fist. "I trust you to put me back together. I trust you, Laxus. Fully and completely. I'll stop it before I break, and if I do crack, I know you'll hold me together."
The shaking fist stopped, his fingers loosened, and he took Freed's hand with a strong grip. Laxus smiled lightly, amazed to have this much trust bestowed upon him.
"Hell yeah, I will," he promised solemnly.
"Then indulge me. Let me lose myself." Freed let out a weary laugh. "After this week, I rather need it."
Laxus understood what he meant. After such a hellish week of emotions, they both needed to lose themselves in each other, escape from the world and create their own world, a fantasy where Freed was the slave and Laxus the sadistic master. He adored his slave and tormented him out of love. It was a world they slowly sculpted together, starting that first night together, gradually building walls, tearing down barriers and building new ones, expanding into new ground, and elaborating wherever they could. It was their world, away from strip clubs, mansions, businesses, messed-up fathers … just them. Just the deepest, most unshakable love and complete, utter trust.
"You need it," he repeated. Laxus grabbed Freed's face, lifting it while gazing down with sadistic sensuality. "Then I'm gonna give it to you … hard!"
Freed shivered at that deep voice, but a sly smile rose to his lips.
Master was back!
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