So, here we are. Way back when. If you're here, then you must be familiar with the Glamourverse fics, and if you're not, well...you might not understand what's going on here but you're free to keep reading!

So this is the story of Magnus and Daniel's relationship. A few caveats: This begins fairly tamely, but I want to warn you, it does turn into an abusive relationship. There is D/s, shaming, and physical and psychological violence. If these are in any way triggering to you, please read at your own risk.

Note: It's mentioned in the text, but just to be clear, Magnus is 16 and Daniel is 25 at this point in time.

Train by Goldfrapp

London, January 2002

"I don't even fucking know how you do it. You're a fucking twinkie prodigy."

"I know how he does it. He bats those Lauren Bacall-esque eyelashes and the world hits its knees in admiration."

"Boys? Can we get a move on?" Magnus said with only a touch of annoyance hiding his smugness. It was true. All he had to do was look up through his lashes at the doorman—who by the way once told him it was a tossup whether he'd fit better in Playboy or Playgirl, he was so goddamn pretty—and voila, three deviant 16 year old boys walked into the hottest homo club in London. It wasn't that Josh and Frankie—yes, Frankie was his given name—didn't have their own desirable qualities. It was just that Magnus Bane had been dealt the lion's share, and like any self-respecting gorgeous, tight-assed twink, he used it to his advantage at every chance, and that definitely included bypassing the ID check and the cover charge at Dorian.

Magnus Bane was what you'd try to describe as a "pretty boy", but hell if the phrase did him justice. He was an adorable baby beauty and a sly come-hither minx rolled into one. His body was what any bear would order if they could build their own boy toy: long, lean, completely hairless. That is, except the shining strands of nearly blue-black that fell to the middle of his back—which drove his mother crazy. They were usually sculpted into some crazy crown of spikes or a mohawk, using an entire bottle of gel, but tonight they happened to be hanging loose. He also had a trademark look that he wore every time he went out: a touch of foundation which made his skin look dewy and made every predatory gay within a five mile radius want to run his thumb over Magnus' sweet young cheek, a generous dusting of gold glitter on his eyelids that made his exotic green-yellow eyes look almost inhuman, and so much clear gloss his lips looked perpetually dripping wet and ready to be bitten. He was the epitome of a club kid; he was young, skinny, shiny, and pretty.

As he and his two friends made their way up to the bar for cosmos, Magnus did his best to avoid the majority of hands that reached out to pinch his pert little ass. He was proud of his body, but it wasn't like he was a slut. In fact, not many that knew him and his lifestyle intimately would believe this, but Magnus Bane was still holding on to his V-card. To him, this was utterly pathetic, considering most of his friends, including Josh and Frankie, had lost theirs already. What made it worse was that everyone always made such a big deal out of the fact that Magnus could have anyone he wanted, and they all assumed he'd had them already. One had to admit, he moved on the dance floor like he should in bed; he was sensual without even meaning to be. But the fact remained, all the guys (and girls) that ever wanted Magnus only wanted one thing, and Magnus always thought to himself that if he did that with someone, he'd want more than just one night. He couldn't explain why. He'd heard plenty from Frankie, especially, that the fun was in getting a new plaything every time. Magnus felt different, but he wasn't about to voice his opinion. The fact still stood, he felt like he was past due for getting rid of the most horrible burden to a teenage boy's life: his virginity.

"So," Josh began. "Who you gonna go home with tonight boys?"

"I'm quite partial to the tall blond over there with the sailor hat and gold undies sticking out of his pants. He can swab my deck any day," Frankie said with a giggle.

"I'm thinking more the tall, dark, handsome lawyer looking one over there," Josh said, pointing to a ridiculously hot brunette in a pinstripe suit. "He looks delicious."

"What about you, Magnus? Who's heart you gonna break?" Frankie laughed as he sipped his drink. Magnus just shrugged and followed their gazes haphazardly. When he caught sight of the man Josh had pointed out, he choked on his drink. As he tried to hide his mishap with a suppressed cough, he stared in awe. That had to be the most gorgeous guy he'd ever seen in his life. Magnus was, up until now, damn sure Adonis was just a mythical god, but he was starting to question that at this point. He had no doubt that if he actually held a conversation with the man that he'd become a spluttering, incoherent mess. It was just as well the man was paying him no attention whatsoever. He seemed to be laughing at some pretentiously funny repartee with his two friends, who were equally refined but nowhere near as gorgeous. Magnus' heart sank a bit at the thought that he would most likely never be in that man's league, no matter how pretty he was. His family wasn't that well off, and he didn't know what he'd do at fancy dinner parties or what he'd wear to the opera or whatever. No, he would stay within the circle of desperate aging bears and mild mannered ab-tastical boys who usually dominated his dance card. No need to dream bigger than that.

"Come on, boys. Let's dance," he said, regaining his composure and his sensual control over the vicinity. He was Magnus fucking Bane, damnit, and he was a beauty to be reckoned with.

While Charles and Gavin regaled him with their latest foray into the world of women's fashion (Gavin's roommate Tori had gotten a Victoria's Secret catalog in the mail and they were beyond curious as to what exactly straight men worshipped about it), Daniel surveyed the room for the thousandth time, coming up short on possibilities. Dorian's was getting woefully thin on bed-able clientele. He admitted his standards were rather high, but why shouldn't they be? Why should he settle for anything less than perfection? The only problem was that perfection, even in one of the most beautiful and diverse cities in the world, was hard to come by except when he was looking in a mirror. And he'd made love to himself quite enough times this week. He was in dire need of a good fuck.

His eyes scanned through the usual smattering of twinks and geeks, and he sighed to himself that he'd just have to endure another night of a cold bed and a personal hand job. The thought was disconcerting, since it was the third time this month that it had happened, but he figured he could maybe use a break. See how the unfucked half of London lived. That didn't mean he had to like it, though. He brushed invisible lint from his Gucci suit and waved the waiter over for another drink.

Just then, he spotted a diamond in the sea of dust and bones on the dance floor. His eyes first honed in on the most toned, pert ass he'd ever had occasion to gaze at, and he had to admit it was damn perfect, clad in dark leather that looked almost painted on it was so tight. Above that was a sheer purple tank top that left not a damn thing to the imagination, which was all fine and dandy for Daniel. His eyes roved over that slim, lithe body several times before he had occasion to catch the face perched atop it. When the boy turned to face his direction, Daniel raised his eyebrows involuntarily. He was the fucking prettiest little thing he'd ever seen; his long, loose black hair fell down his back and caught the disco lights as he danced and his lips shone like they were soaking wet.

His friends seemed to notice his downright predatory gaze. Charles subtly nudged his arm, but his attention was locked on the boy on the dance floor, laughing and grinding with his two friends.

"You can't be serious," Gavin intoned in his southern Irish accent.

"And why not?" asked Daniel, never taking his eyes of the swiveling hips 30 feet away.

Giving him a critical gaze, as if to imply he might be slightly deranged, Gavin answered, "Well, for one thing, he looks about twelve."

"Rubbish. All eighteen year olds look twelve nowadays," Daniel retorted, still staring. The boy had started to run his fingers through his long black hair.

"Yeah, and all twelve year olds look eighteen," Charles laughed. The two rolled their eyes behind Daniel's back. After a few minutes of calculated gazing at the boy, Charles went on in a more serious voice. "My money's on…fifteen. Sixteen." He pursed his lip in contemplation, but seemed satisfied with his assumption.

Daniel shrugged. "I can do that." The other two just rolled their eyes again and chuckled.

"Make sure you bring him home to mummy when you're done with him," Gavin snickered.

"Yeah, lad can't be late for school in the morning," Charles added. They laughed together, and it was getting really fucking annoying.

"Piss off. Just because you two wrinkled up fairies refuse to go after the young calf doesn't mean I can't," Daniel said, tipping his drink back and relishing the burn. Just then, the boy caught his eye. It looked as though he was a little shocked at first, which surprised Daniel. He'd been thinking this boy was a bit full of himself, and probably knew the entire room wanted to fuck his brains out. However, the look of pure astonishment that flashed across his face before he looked away made it perfectly clear that Daniel, at least, hadn't been placed in the attainable column in his mind. Interesting. Charles noticed the exchange quietly, and Daniel could tell he didn't particularly approve. Well screw him. He could go ahead and accept the fact that he was over the 20-something hill—at 28, he was practically middle aged—while Daniel, for one, was going to hold on to 25 for as long as he fucking could.

"Just be careful mate," Charles said gravely.

"Why's that? You think he's a serial killer or some such?" Daniel retorted with a curl of his lip.

"I think that the only reason toned up twinkies like that look at established suits like you is because they want a sugar daddy," he said.

Daniel pursed his lips a moment in subtle contemplation. "I can do that, too."

"Who are you?" Gavin exclaimed, whipping his head around with a disgusted expression. Daniel turned to him with an exasperated look.

"What's your problem?" he asked calmly, with a furrowed brow.

"My problem is that Daniel Astore Greyson," he said the name with an assumed haughty air that made Daniel want to punch him, "is the most independent, take-no-bullshit person I know. What the bloody hell do you want with a prima boypet?"

"I fail to see how keeping a prima boypet usurps my independence?" Daniel replied. "In fact, I believe it would serve to strengthen my sense of prowess of the fairer half of our fair sexual preference." At their questioning, confused looks, he went on. "How could having someone around to follow my every order and get fucked whenever I had the fleeting fancy possibly encroach on my ability to assert myself? The situation completely implies the opposite. And boys, that's worth a few pretty trinkets here and there. Besides, he'd be a wonderful piece of arm candy at all those fucking ghastly parties the firm drags me to. His ass alone would seal deals." Daniel related this soft spoken piece of logical genius while still staring across the room at the boy, who was astutely trying to ignore Daniel's scrutiny. It was maddeningly entertaining. He could already imagine the whines of submission he could pull from the little doll. He smiled to himself.

"You know…there's something else about him," Charles began. "I just can't put my finger on it." The three of them continued to analyze the beautiful boy across the room. Finally, Gavin spoke up.

"Oh, I see it." At the questioning looks of the other two, he went on. "It's actually quite obvious. He looks painfully…virginal," he said, affecting a sad expression, as if he felt sorry for the boy having never been plowed by a cock in his life. Daniel had to admit, that was a situation that had to be remedied, indeed.

"Well lads," he began as he set down his empty glass and getting up out of the booth, "I'm off to Never Never Land to claim my own lost boy. See you blokes later." He chose not to acknowledge Gavin's eye roll or Charles' look of utter parental concern. He waved them off and started toward the little group in the middle of the room, already picturing that pert little ass turning red under his hand.

Magnus could feel his hair sticking to his sweaty back through the fabric, but that just made it more euphoric. He lived for drowning in the middle of a crowd while simultaneously standing out like a flame in the night full of dim stars. He let loose, his hips moving sensually and seductively, pulling stares from all over the room. It was blatantly obvious that he was way too young to be in here, which undoubtedly ultimately deterred some from approaching, but there was no shortage of brushoffs to give throughout the night. It was when Josh and Frankie left him in the middle of the throng for another drink that he met the only one in the room he couldn't give the cold shoulder to.

The man in the suit was suddenly before him, looking at him like he was a piece of meat that this lion meant to devour slowly, savoring every trickle of blood that poured from the corners of his mouth. Magnus was momentarily dumbstruck.

"Don't stop moving, gorgeous. That's your ticket, you know. Along with that pretty boy face," the man said into his ear, taking up the rhythm and moving his hips along with Magnus'. He couldn't help it; the way this man commanded his voice made Magnus do exactly what he asked. It was pure compulsion to please him. "That's better. Now, come closer," he commanded, and automatically, Magnus moved into him and let the man's arms snake around his waist, digging his fingers in hard at the skin on his hips. Magnus let his own arms drift up around the man's neck. "What do you call yourself, beautiful?"

He tried his best to retain that utter nonchalance and confidence that he was known for. "Magnus," he said in a low voice, right in the man's ear. "Magnus Bane."

"Mmmm. Magnus. That's an unusual name. Exotic. It suits you," the man replied, unceremoniously running a thumb into the waistband of Magnus' pants, just over his ass. Magnus shuddered. "My name is Daniel," intoned the sexy voice.

They continued to dance until the song ended and another one started up, but Magnus didn't even notice. He let Daniel run his hands all over his body, shamelessly moaning when he'd caress his ass, hoping the music drowned it out. He wasn't sure how much time had passed before he felt Daniel's hand on the small of his back, guiding him off the dance floor and into a tiny alcove. Without hesitation, Daniel placed his lips over Magnus', pulling at his hips and grinding their bodies together. Magnus moaned and threw himself into the kiss. Daniel tasted like pure sex, and he felt like heaven. His arms embraced Magnus' tiny frame as if he was a doll that some other child would come and snatch away before he had his fill. The feel of Daniel's tongue in his mouth was intoxicating, and he felt like if the moment ever ended, he would cease to breathe. They made out for who knows how long in that little corner of the world, and he forgot about Josh and Frankie and his parents and the concert solo he had to sing tomorrow night at school and anything else the world expected of him. He just melted into this gorgeous man, like he was the elixir of life.

Daniel finally pulled their lips apart to smirk at him. "Would you like to accompany me home, beautiful? I promise you won't be disappointed." The smooth sexiness of his voice was enough to do Magnus in. All he could do was nod. "Good. Don't bother telling your friends. They'll figure it out. This must happen a lot, I assume." He turned to walk out, toward the elevator, pulling Magnus by the wrist in a slightly uncomfortable grip that didn't really register with Magnus at the moment, but that he felt later.

"Actually, never," he said quietly as they stepped into the chilly London night.

"Never?" Daniel asked, an eyebrow raised.

"This has never happened. I've never…gone home…with anyone…before," Magnus answered, hanging his head. He felt a finger under his chin and looked up.

"Oh, angel. Don't hide your face from me. Also, I guess it's no surprise. You slightly reek of virginity." Magnus tried to take comfort in the fact that the statement wasn't laced with disgust, but rather intrigue. "Not to worry, my sweet," Daniel said as he handed the valet a ticket and they waited for his car to come around. "You can follow me to the other side." He leaned down and placed a kiss on the side of Magnus' neck, and instantly, Magnus was rock hard and aching. He was sure he let out a gasp, because Daniel chuckled.

When they got to Daniel's flat—by riding in his hunter green Ferrari with buttery leather seats that Magnus sunk into as Daniel rubbed his hand back and forth over his crotch—Daniel immediately locked the door behind them and shoved Magnus up against the wall in the lavish foyer. Magnus was worried he'd be clumsy and knock over a priceless artifact, but Daniel didn't seem to care and wasted no time swinging Magnus up into his arms and yanking his hair back so he could devour his neck. Magnus let out whine after mewl after moan of pleasure at the forcefulness of Daniel's ministrations. He wasn't sure why it turned him on so much to be handled with such little gentleness, but at this particular moment, he didn't care.

The bedroom was ten times more expensive-looking than the foyer and the hallway, which was a tall order in itself. The bed was gold and green, the walls a dark slate gray. It looked like the epitome of a rich bachelor pad.

"On the bed," Daniel commanded, slapping Magnus a little roughly on the ass, causing another gasp to escape. He walked over, unbuttoning his tight leather pants as he went. He lay down on the immaculate bedspread and watched in awe as Daniel's body was revealed, freed from the confines of the expensive suit he'd been wearing. Magnus' dreams were coming true before his eyes. This was literally the most beautiful man he'd ever seen. He had slightly heavily muscled abs, impressive biceps and that elusive "v" pointing down to the promise land. His chestnut hair hung over his spicy green eyes as he stalked naked back over to Magnus. He roughly yanked the leather down to Magnus' ankles, and slipped the tank over his head. Magnus swallowed. "Turn over," was the next command. Magnus obeyed.

He flipped over onto his stomach on top of the covers and listened with his first feelings of trepidation as the bedside drawer opened and a plastic cap flipped open. He felt utterly exposed, and suddenly scared to death. "Does it hurt?" he asked in a quivering voice, turning his head to look at his would-be lover.

"Yes," Daniel said without hesitation as he ripped a condom wrapper open with his teeth. He reached down and rolled it over his cock, which looked like it was growing larger by the second; though, that could have been Magnus' nerves. He bit his lip. "But it'll be the best hurt you've ever experienced," Daniel told him, using that silky voice Magnus was becoming quite enamored with.

Magnus took a few deep breaths as Daniel settled in behind and over him, pulling his hips up off the bed. He jumped a little when he felt cold liquid slide down his crack, but it warmed up pretty fast. He willed himself to relax. This is what he wanted, right? To lose it finally; and, no less, to a veritable greek god. He berated himself for even questioning the situation.

He took one more deep inhale when he felt Daniel pushing at his entrance, and gritted his teeth as he was penetrated. After the first inch or so, he couldn't hold back. He let out a pained cry that echoed off the walls. He tried to hold back, but when Daniel kept going, his whole body seized up and he couldn't help gasping in agony.

"Hush," said Daniel in an authoritative voice, and Magnus fell silent instantly. He didn't want to disappoint this guy who'd taken it upon himself to help Magnus to the next step of manhood. Daniel was basically doing him a favor, he told himself, and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to be appreciative. He bit his lip until he felt Daniel's hips touch the backs of his thighs. Without hesitating more than a second, Daniel pulled out and sunk back in. Magnus squeezed his eyes shut and took the burn, hoping it would fade eventually.

Sooner or later, his cries of pain through gritted teeth became moans of pleasure. Daniel's fingers were digging into his hips, yanking him back onto his cock with more force each time. Every time he sunk in, Magnus let out a groan of ecstasy. It was made all the more maddeningly pleasurable by Daniel reaching up and yanking his hair back, using the grip to get more leverage. Magnus' little whines seemed to spur him on.

After two straight hours of abuse on his ass and coming twice before Daniel ever finished, Magnus was downright exhausted, but never more sated in his entire life. His entire body was drenched in sweat, and the liner on his eyes was smudged all under them. He collapsed onto the pillow when Daniel was finished with him, heaving like he'd run a marathon. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he didn't think Josh's or Frankie's first time was like this, and he smiled smugly, despite the burn he still felt. When Daniel lay down next to him, he was surprised; he could still feel Daniel's cock pulsing inside him. He smiled to himself.

After a few minutes, Daniel rolled out of bed and tossed Magnus his clothes. With a sigh of defeat, he began to slip on his pants little by little, followed by his shirt. His shoes were still lying in the foyer where they'd been kicked off in the haste to get to the bedroom. He knew this would come; he didn't expect to spend the night. Still, it stung. He felt a little bit used and abused. He chalked it up to experience, and told himself to not expect any handouts from the hottest guy in London.

As they approached the door, Daniel clad only in a pair of low-slung sweatpants, Magnus turned to him, not really knowing what he'd wanted to say. He just stared for a moment, then turned back to open the door. Daniel's hand reached out to hold the large oak door steady, stopping him.

He looked Magnus up and down for a few moments, and Magnus fought the urge to squirm. Finally he spoke. "Be back here Thursday night. Six thirty."

Magnus' eyes must have lit up, because his entire body felt like it was on fire. Daniel—rich, successful, sex on a stick Daniel—wanted to see him again? He nodded. "O—okay."

"And wear something nice. Preferably something that covers your nipples. Do you own anything like that?" Daniel asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah," Magnus answered. At Daniel's look, he rephrased, "Yes sir." He wasn't sure why, but that sounded better.

"Good. Now go home. I have work in the morning." With that, Magnus was gently shoved out the door and onto the steps. He could hardly contain the giddy squeal of excitement threatening to burst forth as he went to the curb and hailed for a cab. Josh and Frankie were going to freak.

Ah, so how are you all liking Daniel now? I'd really like to know :) Please, feel free to review! I love you all.