James looked like a butterfly trapped there against the wall. Delicate and fragile, pinned where he was by nothing other than his will and stare, which was holding his in an unwavering battle of supremacy.

He'd played enough games…He'd exercised enough patience… No more… James had proved to be as elusive as a quicksilver, but he had him now. James or Mr. J as he liked to be known was every bit as exquisite as he'd thought he'd be. He was utterly gorgeous and this…

This was the moment. The one that would truly tell him if he would be his for the taking, and James' blown pupils led him to believe he was one touch away from having what he wanted.

With his hands on either side of his head, they were close enough that he could taste the air leaving James lungs with every shaky exhale he made, and the longer he stood there, silent and unmoving, the more agitated James became. That was all part of the build. That climb to the precipice he would eventually push him over the edge of. James licked his lips nervously before asking,

"I think you're mistaking me for someone else."

He resisted the urge to laugh. That was something he hadn't predicted. James resorting to such juvenile tactics…But he was desperate, and he was willing to discount his behaviour on account of that,

"No, Monsieur. J. The game is over, and I have won…"

He pitched his voice low but made sure that his words were clear and precise,

"And you are the prize that I have selected for myself."

Something like acceptance overshadowed James' face and he enquired,

"What does that entail for me?"

He moved in by the side of his head and said,

"You know who I am…what I want. And before I show you just how interested I am in you, you need to know that once I put my hands on you…my mouth…you're mine. That's you agreeing to be with me until you say otherwise."

James sucked in a deep breath, and then he shifted his weight again, so he was back at looking him dead in the eye. James's chest was rising and falling more rapidly now, the excitement no doubt mixed with a hint of wary curiosity as he tried to wrap his mind around what he had just said to him.

"It, uh…"

He paused and licked his top lip, and he followed the path of that pink tip with his hungry gaze. He wanted to taste that mouth, wanted to tangle his tongue with his, and he was so close now. So damn close,

"What if I don't want it?"

His lips curled,

"Then Greyback dies."

He watched the way, something akin to fierce protectiveness burned in his eyes. He hadn't expected him to have a heart…not after all the stories he'd heard about his cold bloodedness and cruelty…

"You won't lay a finger on him."

He finally chuckled darkly,

"Does that mean that you're giving in?"

He nodded uncertainly before asking,

"Will you kill me when you're done?"

He leaned in closer to him,

"You said it yourself, vampires feed on humans. So, yes, James. You are in danger. I'm dangerous to your peace of mind. To your body. To your every waking hour, if I'm doing my part right. And James?"

A soft moan came from the back of James throat before he said,

"Yes?"

"I always do it right."

James swallowed,

"I… This is crazy."

He looked from side to side, as if remembering for the first time where he was, and once he seemed satisfied, they were the only two there, he brought his eyes back to his,

"I need time."

He brought one of his hands off the wall and gently stroked down his jaw,

"You don't have any left…This game has gone on long enough. So, what is it going to be? You or Greyback?"

James trembled, and he could tell he knew what he was asking, and when he nodded, it was all he could do not to crush his mouth down on top of his. But no, that would come later, when he was begging him for it,

"Good… I like that you're so sharp. It's why you're perfect for me."

James's lips parted, and he traced his lower one with his index fingerm

"You have the face of an angel but you're deadlier than the devil. That's a potent combination, James."

He trailed his finger down his chin, and then took one side of his bow tie between his fingers. As he went to tug on it, James brought a hand up and took hold of his wrist. His eyes went directly to his and locked on,

"Is this going to hurt?"

He tilted his head to the side, and decided he'd allow him this one misstep… this time. Plus, his question merely added fuel to the fire currently racing through his veins, because as aroused as James was… and he was aroused; the proof was obvious behind the zipper of his black pants… he was also slightly afraid…

"No,"

He said, and tugged on the bow tie, loosening it then pulling it free,

"Not tonight. I will push you. I might even scare you a little…"

He told him, and dropped the tie on the floor,

"I'll make you question yourself over and over…but James?"

He pulled his hand away from his wrist and put it back on the wall, caging him in. And then he bent his head to brush his lips along his jaw.

"Yes?"

"I'm going to make you feel so alive… you'll beg me for more."

He slipped a leg between his and shifted his body so that his thigh pressed against his erection, and when he brought his hands up as if he were about to touch him, he told him,

"No touching from you tonight. Put your palms on the wall."

James hesitated for all of a second, and then lowered them to his sides.

"Very good. Now, I need you to think of a safe word because if you ever want anything between us to stop, if I ever go too far with you, then you say that word and I'll stop, no questions asked."

A frown marred James' features as he asked,

"Why do you need me to pick a word when you're ultimately going to kill me?"

He couldn't help but grin at that,

"You're something to be cherished, James, and I intend to make the most of you."

James drew in a deep breath,

"Okay… So I just pick any word?"

He nodded,

"Anything you'll remember."

James thought about it, and then said,

"Hedwig."

His mouth twitched as I fought back a grin,

"Hedwig?"

"If I'd had a pet, I would have named it Hedwig."

"It's perfect…"

He traced that full mouth with his thumb and spoke,

"And now I want to hear you say the words. You have to tell me you will be mine."

He paused and moved his leg a little higher, increasing the pressure on the hard cock he couldn't wait to make his own.

James's eyes shut, but he kept his hands firmly on the wall as though glued in place.

"Tell me, James…"

He said, and he rolled his hips forward, rubbing himself against his thigh,

"Tell me what I want to hear."

James' eyes flicked open and his hot gaze collided with his,

"I want to be yours."

He bared my fangs in a smile that was both triumphant and savage. James was his now and the satisfaction he felt at that was better than anything he'd experienced.