Control
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
Summary: Derek/Mark. Set sometime after Yesterday.

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It was just after 2 am when I exited the cab. I stop to look up at the apartment building in front of me. I smiled faintly as the doorman, John, holds the door open for me. I've been here enough times to be on a first name basis with the doormen. I adjusting my bag, I wait impatiently for the elevator. The trip to the 7th floor takes longer than I remember. Turning the key n the lock, I silently entered the apartment, making my way swiftly to the bedroom.

I pause at I take in the long muscular lines of my former lover's back. He shifts in his sleep causing the sheet around his waist to slip down a few more inches exposing his firm posterior. I drop my bag silent to the ground as I shrug off my coat. I kneel down to retrieve something shiny and metal from my bag.

I close my eyes as I recall why I flew cross country to do this. Why I needed to do this because this is my thing. This is what I do. I control, I dominate, I destroy and then I leave. And now, after all that I have been through, he comes into my new life and thinks he can take control of what is mine? What will always be mine!

Think again.

If you start a job, you have to always see it through to the end. Never leave something unfinished because it will always come back to bite you in the ass. I really should have done this earlier. Reminded him who's in control before he could think otherwise before he started acting out.

The bed groans in protest under my weight as I sink silently on the bed next to my former lover. The handcuffs rattle ever so softly as I close one end around his wrist. I find that I cannot prevent the smirk that threatens to shatter my self-imposed misery. It's just one more transgression that he will be paying for. I thread the handcuff through the cast iron rods of his board before closing the other end of the handcuffs around his other wrist.

Since I met Addison, my former lover has been a constant annoyance, trying to attract my attention. He has even tried to destroy everything I hold dear through jokes, threats even bribes, just trying to make our relationship as it once was. After all those plans failed, he turned to the single remaining element of what I've managed to hold onto.

My control. My control over the things I hold dear.

Upon further reflection I realize I am doing exactly what he wants me to do. I am giving him my undivided attention. He will rue the day that he cajoled for my undivided attention.

I smirk as I undress. I kneel down again as I reach into my bag for one last item. I move onto the bed next to my lover, trailing the end of the riding crop down his back. I smirk as his eyes flutter open at my touch.

"Derek?" Mark asks sleepily.

"Hello, Lover," I whisper in his ear as I smack the riding crop down on his exposed posterior.