I was in an odd mood.

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-The Best-

Johnny is pissed off. Well…it is nothing new for the fiery temper mental Scottish to be angry at something or someone but this time, it is far worst.

When Ralph beats Jonathan, at chess, the cherry top will vent, pick another sport to beat the German at and thus ends his anger. Or, there are times when, Ralph schools him on etiquette, and of course, seeing as he is nobility, it upsets him. However, he then acts overly curtly in rebuttal for the rest of their time together and that usually solves his problem.

Johnny has always known he has had issues and a need for anger management courses, like he has been told on numerous occasions, but he is not always enraged. There are moments when he indulges in the serenity of life all around him, or in the passion, they create beneath the covers, on countless nights and in many different countries.

Now, though, Ralph has gone too far. Johnny enjoys dominance, though when it comes to his lover, that time can prove to be rare. So, when they kiss, or in their throws of lust, his role as the dominant figure always pleases him. Last night, when the castle was plunged into silence and their whispering mouths sought out one another, he smiled deviously.

Had he have known that Ralph was going to challenge him that dusk; he would have put up a better offense and defense. All day, he spent pondering those hot seducing lips and how easy it was to tame him. He curses every Scottish swear word he knows and glares across the breakfast table at his partner, who is still smirking triumphantly.

If there was one area that belonged to Johnny in their relationship, it was in the bedroom. Sure, Ralph was king to the chessboard but he still tried to steal victory and sometimes, in those once again, rare moments, he succeeds. The German may have won the prior eve's intercourse but it would not happen again.

Johnny kisses Ralph on the cheek before he leaves, on a day's outing and exits as if nothing is bothering him. Besides, had he forget to mention he had a plan? What was a man, without a plan? He smiles to his chauffeur, one that makes the sophisticated driver shiver and asks to be taken into town. After all, they were in Scotland and this was his home turf.

Dinnertime rolls around and he returns to the castle for the meal. Ralph could also cook things an amateur could only dream of. It was another domain where he grudgingly finished second. But in the bedroom, he refuses to be in that position, even if it feels…very nice…

He walks over to Ralph, who is setting the table and smirks as he is given his welcoming kiss. All seems normal as they sit downand dine together. After the feast, they retire upstairs to the bedroom and as Johnny smiles slyly, it is locked behind them. They kiss until they cannot breathe and things hit off from there.

Again, Ralph smirks defiantly but that is where Johnny stops him. He had expected it all along and then, he gives off an evil chortle, smothered by his husk and raspy tone. His mauve eyes glint and his hands disappear. The German thought nothing of this and even the perfect make mistakes. The next thinghe slowly realized was that the cold metal feeling around his wrists were that of steel handcuffs, binding him to the bedposts.

He sits there, straddling the nude waist with a smug, boasting visageand acrooked smile, teasing his prey. As he had said before, the bedroom was his territory, where he came out as the rounds winner. Ralph could have chess all he wants but Jonathan McGregor will always be best in bed.

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