AN: This is where the fic takes a turn for the fluffy street… Heh, see, this is pure fluff to me, God, I'm a freak XP
Part 8 – Burned
Jay's parents never seemed to be home, or maybe he was so good at arranging it that Marco wouldn't see them, or maybe they didn't exist. Marco was just content he didn't have to help Jay make up a bullshit excuse as to why Jay had a flamer on a leash in his room half naked.
Today was similar to all the others, or as similar as they got. No parents, softer angry music in the background, Jay had mumbled the name of the band, but Marco never paid much attention to it, and the collar, that was about all that stayed the same.
Jay fluidly finished stripping Marco, and pulled him over to the bed. Jay pushed Marco down, laying him flat on the bed, and straddled him. He let his hands run up Marco's sides, from his hip all the way up his arms to the figure tips. He should have expected it, but it still surprised him when he saw Jay pull handcuffs out of nowhere and latched Marco to the bed.
The handcuffs weren't new, and Marco was already used to this much limitation of movement – it always forced him to find better ways to use his legs. What was new was the slender nine inch purple candle; the symbolism of the color wasn't lost to Marco, even though it was most likely just a coincidence, as he looked down at his battered body. Not that he was complaining about all the marks, he would always gaze over every new bruise, every new scar, memorizing it. They were all signs that he was loved. After lighting it, Jay set it in a holder next to the bed. "Today you will burn for me, baby," Jay stated as he licked along Marco's chin. He traced it down to the hollow of Marco's neck, and reached for the melting candle, "Burn."
Marco saw Jay tilt the candle, he saw the wax begin to dip onto his chest, but his back still bowed from the shock of the heat on skin. A strangled, "shit," pulled itself from Marco's throat as it began to harden on his skin. Then Jay pealed it away without any regard for Marco's chest. He groaned at the feeling – it was a total contrast. The wax felt as if it was going to burn through his skin to his heart, but just before it did, the pain would be sealed away behind the hard cooling wax, only for the bandage to be ripped off, and the torture repeated. Jay kept doing it, over the same spot, just above his heart, kept ripping Marco open it. His chest was red, and the skin was irritated, but never once was there any blood – just dark red spots from the scratching against the lighter red blob from the wax.
Jay reached over to his nightstand, grabbing a phone and quickly dialing a number. "Talk to your parents, and tell them you are staying the night at a friend's," Jay placed the ringing phone on Marco's shoulder, and as his mother answer, he had to strain to sound normal. His mother didn't ask which friend, or if he had a tooth brush, or needed clean clothes, but just told him to be home by noon the next morning – it was simple. "Good slave," Jay growled at the red spot on Marco's chest, "mine, always and forever." Marco hadn't noticed it until then, but during his phone call, Jay had been holding one of his rings in the small flame. Jay pulled it out from the little tongue of fire and pressed in into Marco's hip, branding him, scarring him, for the rest of his life. "I have marked you, and now you're mine, forever and always."
Marco strained his head to look down at the burn. That one burn didn't hurt, even though his body had told him it did, and by the looks of it, it was a second degree burn, Marco's mind had overcome the pain. He knew that the one burn meant more to him than any other bruise or cut or scrape. This meant something a little more stable, a little more permanent. He knew he'd always have that mark to remind him of this, and he wouldn't be able to attribute it to falling or some other accident. This was specifically Jay's, and there was no way around that. Marco kept reliving that moment as he fell asleep next to Jay's already lip body, the words, 'forever and always' fresh on his mind.
AN2: There is going to be a total of 11 parts to this (they're not long enough to be chapters, so I call them parts), and there will be at least one fic to follow up on this one, along with my other fic, which is the precursor to this one. The precursor, Good Boys Always Go For Bad Ones is about the whole Jay/Dylan relationship, and doesn't involve D/s for you more vanilla readers ::Pats them for their innocence:: So, yeah, just thought I should share that w/ y'all
AN3: Oh, and please review. It's not like I'm going to threaten not posting the next part of the fic if you don't, it just makes me happy when y'all do .