As I said, I updated both this fic and my other one in the same day to make up for my slacking. So if you like it, REVIEW! Or favor. I'm flattered either way, because it means people like my work. :) So, without further ado, enjoy this chapter! I really enjoyed writing this one, believe me.

3. No More Excuses

Lawrence gave a low groan of contentment and moved his right arm over slightly in an attempt to embrace the man lying next to him. The surgeon was still only half-asleep, and when his hand hit nothing but the bare sheets next to him, at first he felt around them, absentmindedly, figuring that he'd find his lover there eventually.

However, after about a minute of this, Lawrence had still failed to locate the photographer. His eyes snapped open and he sat up, abruptly, looking around the room in panic. Where the hell had Adam gone?!

A few seconds later, the older man caught the sound of running water, coming from a door just to the side of the bed. Lawrence felt momentarily relieved when he heard it, but almost immediately after he was worried again. The bathroom was where Adam kept all of his medication. Strong medication. Things that could not have been obtained without the older man's own degree. If too much of that stuff had been taken...

Terrified, Lawrence jumped to his feet and ran over to the door, pulling it roughly open without bothering to knock.

The first thing Lawrence noticed once he'd stepped into the -- rather cramped -- bathroom was the noise. Not just the sound of the running water which, he now saw, was coming from the half-bath, half-shower in the far corner, but also a low, despairing sobbing of some sort, coming from the same place. He could also make out a crouched, shadowy figure from behind the shower curtain.

Even though Lawrence was not happy to find that his lover was in so much pain, he was at least reassured that the young man hadn't killed himself. Not yet, anyway. Gingerly, Lawrence made his way over to the bath. Adam must have heard him open the bathroom door, but his figure did not stir. Not even as the older man gently pulled aside the curtain, and slid in beside the sobbing man, pulling the curtain back in place once he'd done so, so that it looked like the two of them were inside a wet, metal tent.

Adam's face was hidden in his hands, so Lawrence could not judge any of his condition by his expression, but the by way the photographer's shoulders were shaking, by the way he frequently gasped for air, and by the constant trembling of his body, Lawrence knew that he was in a great deal of pain.

He knew what his lover was crying about, and the thought killed him. Swiftly, ignoring the fact that they were both still completely naked, and putting aside the younger man's behavior from the night before, Lawrence pulled the sobbing man into a tight embrace.

Adam did not pull away; on the contrary, the moment Lawrence's arms were around him, he seemed to calm down somewhat. His sobs quieted slightly and his tremblings became a little less violent.

Lawrence felt Adam lean against him, felt one of his arms -- his left one, the one that did not have the permanent scar of a bullet on it -- lifting up slightly to half-embrace the other man. Lawrence suppressed a moan of pleasure with difficulty, feeling the warmth of the younger man, in addition to the warmth of the still-running water, against his skin.

His words had really hurt Adam, he knew that. He'd known it the moment he'd said them. He'd known it even more the day after, when his sweet, innocent lover had, for a brief time, become a lustful beast. But now, crouching in the bath, his arms around the sobbing, shivering wreck of man, Lawrence knew that what he'd said had done much more than simply hurt the young man; it had destroyed him.

Gritting his teeth, Lawrence gripped the younger man even more tightly, feeling tears coming into his own eyes, running down his face and mingling with the hot water. He took a deep, shuddering breath, and murmured, a sentence he knew he'd have to repeat many times in the course of this relationship:

"Adam... I'm so sorry..."

Instantly, as it seemed to Lawrence, Adam, who had just moments ago been a fragile, broken man, suddenly snapped. He pulled himself roughly from the older man's grip, snarling slightly, and, before his victim had time to realize what was going on, slammed him into one of the walls that the bath was connected to, hard.

Lawrence was far too shocked to cry out, and by the time he came to his senses, the younger man had already pushed him onto his back and positioned himself on top of him, just as he had the previous night. It would have been completely silent, if not for the still-running sound of the water hitting both the bottom of the bath -- Adam had not bothered to use a plughole -- and the two men lying inside it.

The older man looked fearfully back up at the smirking photographer, not daring to move or even speak without his permission. Adam once again had his lover completely pinned, his legs straddling his waist and his hands on his chest, holding him down with little effort.

"Same rules as yesterday, Lawrence," Adam said. His voice was cold and his eyes, though still filled with anguished tears, were blank. "You don't move, speak, or do anything without my permission. Is that understood?"

Clenching his teeth hard to stop himself from moaning from the contact, or whimpering in fear at Adam's second transformation, Lawrence gave a low murmur, hoping that it sounded like some kind of sound of compliance. It must have, because he saw the younger man's mouth curl into a satisfied smile of triumph as he slowly began moving his fingers along his prisoner's nipples.

Adam's fingertips rubbed Lawrence, and for a second the pinned man forgot all about the "rules" again and arched his back as much as he could with Adam straddling his waist, and moaned, long and hard, from the very core of the dark red, insane lust that vibrated in the bottom of his stomach. The younger man furrowed his brows in disapproval, bent down, and bit into Lawrence's neck, harder than last night, in the exact same place that his flushed bite marks already were. And even that was arousing.

"Remember the rules, Larry," he murmured, as Lawrence cried out from the stinging pain. "This isn't the first time. I told you that already."

Lawrence nodded sharply and realized that today's wait would be a lot harder. Adam's grudge seemed to have grown over the night, as had his love for teasing. The more he got to see Lawrence bite his lip to keep from screaming, the more he got to see him writhe underneath him in the pain of his desire, the more pleased he got.

It was the same as last night. Adam's eyes were black and glistening with sadistic lust, his hands were roaming Lawrence's body, lingering, caressing, torturing, as the older man did his best to keep quiet and not move, and he was disgusted with himself because of the mind-numbing arousal that rose in him when Adam bent down again, not biting him this time, but whispering in his ear, gently, as though his words were sweet little nothings, the words Lawrence had been waiting for: "I want to rape you."

After that, Adam tilted his head, his breath hot and ragged against Lawrence's face, and when he straightened up, the water that had collected in his hair dripped into his lover's eyes. And then he kissed him, almost gently, and Lawrence could almost taste the Adam he used to know on the new Adam's tongue, the Adam he had actually made love with, and not the Adam who did this.

But in the meantime, he knew that he'd have to work to get that Adam back to him. He had wounded the old Adam, and now this one had taken his place.

"Adam..." Lawrence grunted as the younger man traced kisses down his chin, his neck, and his chest, down towards his almost painful erection.

"You know what I want to hear," Adam mumbled, before straightening up to look his prey in the eyes. "You know me well enough for that, don't you?"

Lawrence nodded and swallowed hard, preparing for the pain he knew would come.

"Adam..." he repeated, closing his eyes. "Please..."

He would do anything. He couldn't take this any longer. His crotch would explode if he wasn't relieved, and only Adam could do that by now. And the sight of him, still on top of him and practically breaking his ribs, didn't help much. The photographer grinned insanely and slowly removed his hands from Lawrence's chest.

""Please,"" he repeated, almost in disgust. "You really are a pussy, Lawrence."

Lawrence shook his head gruffly.

"I am whatever the fuck you want me to be. Just..."

He was cut off by a sharp gasp from himself as Adam buried his nails in his waist, drawing blood that mixed with the hot water and then ran down the drain.

"Shut. The fuck. Up," Adam hissed in a terrible voice.

Lawrence couldn't respond. The sight of Adam's face petrified him. His teeth were gritted and he saw something that almost looked like murder in his eyes.

"I'm going to make you suffer, Lawrence," Adam muttered, that crazy grin returning to his face as he spoke.

He lifted himself from the older man and rolled him over to his stomach before he got on top of him again. Lawrence didn't manage to brace himself before he felt Adam's erection being jammed into him, harder and rougher than last night, a million times more painful, and he cried out in a mixture of shock and agonizing pleasure.

Lawrence saw, or rather, felt, since from his current position he couldn't see his lover's face at all, the pleasure Adam got when he heard him cry out. The hot water was still coming down on top of them both at full blast, and, to Lawrence's disgust, his own penis was as erected as ever.

Adam lingered inside the older man for a few moments, just as he had the previous night, then pulled himself roughly out again. Lawrence only just managed to brace himself as Adam entered again, harder and more forcefully this time. It was the worst pain in the history of the world, but, God... God, was it turning him on. His increasingly-hardening cock was becoming agonizing, too, and, desperately, Lawrence tried to stealthily move one of his hands down to relieve himself. Adam's eyes were sharp, though, and he caught the surgeon's hand well-before it reached its mark, while still fucking his lover senseless.

Grinning, Adam pinned Lawrence's hands behind his back in a confident, one-handed grip, then slowly, agonizingly slowly, began to move his other hand down the suffering man's body. Shoving his erection hard into Lawrence's opening and keeping it there this time, Adam purposely left his hand lingering, just centimeters away from the other man's penis.

Lawrence heard a low, tortured moan, and realized shortly after that it had been him. Adam was now so far inside him, he felt like his insides were being torn apart. His tormenter was still thrusting, but he wasn't pulling himself out of his victim anymore; he was simply contenting himself with fucking the other man's insides. And God, it felt so amazing...

The freelance photographer moved his index finger, slowly, teasingly, against Lawrence's massive erection, managing to draw out another agonized moan from the man below him. Moving his head down again so that his mouth was against the surgeon's neck, Adam murmured, in a voice that made Lawrence's blood run cold:

"Beg for it, Larry. I want you to crawl to me like the fucking pussy that you are."

He said it with that voice. The softly-growling, dangerously threatening voice that promised Lawrence everything, everything he ever wanted, as long as he did as he was told.

The voice that made Lawrence panic, while at the same time it made his already crossing-the-laws-of-physics erection grow even more.

He was insane. Any rational person would throw Adam away, try to forget everything he ever knew about him, and turn him in for rape, but Lawrence couldn't. Or, he would probably be able to, but he didn't want to. Adam's cock seemed to be tearing him apart now, and it felt like his shoulders would slip out of their sockets by how his arms were locked to his back, but he loved it.

He loved the pain, he loved the tears, he loved Adam's teasing hand on his throbbing cock.

"Are you playing "The Godfather," Adam?" he mumbled sarcastically, but a second later felt his lover's teeth bury themselves in the back of his neck as though he were the helpless, pale little girl in "Dracula." And Adam was the inhumanly strong, death-threatening vampire. Lawrence realized that this wasn't the time to be sarcastic.

You will never be able to make jokes with him again, the voice in his head said. He's lost his entire sense of humor, he's lost the little self-confidence he had. And whose fault is that?

"I told you I would make you suffer," Adam hissed as he ran his tongue over the lone drops of blood that had escaped from the wound under his teeth. "I can make you suffer. This isn't even the worst thing I can do to you. And you know that."

And as if to reassure his own words, he gave the older man another slow stroke, and Lawrence bit his lip to keep from moaning. What he said was true. Adam was completely out of his mind, a totally different person. Lawrence knew what he would do. And Adam did, too.

"Adam..." he mumbled, feeling the kid's hot breath on his neck. "Please... Please, just..."

That was all that he needed. With one last grunt, Adam roughly pulled out of him again, and did not enter again, even though his own penis still bulged in unfinished satisfaction. He spun his lover roughly around so that he was facing him, grabbed him by the shoulders, and pushed him down onto his back again, positioning himself securely on top of the older man.

Lawrence heard an aggressive growl before Adam captured his lips in a kiss, a violent kiss with teeth and tongue, and the surgeon made a feeble attempt to get some control before he felt Adam's nails scraping into his shoulders, and he gave up. There was no point, no point at all.

Slumping against the bath in silent surrender, Lawrence completely gave in to the insane man on top of him. Adam was now holding him in a one-armed half-embrace, half-body-lock, and though his arms were at least free now, Lawrence didn't dare attempt to move them. His other hand, he was still running slowly, horribly slowly, down his shivering victim's erection.

Adam's kisses were now becoming more and more violent, to the point in which Lawrence could taste blood in his mouth from his lover's roughness. The freelance photographer's breathing was coming in hard, ragged gasps, and muffled moans escaped his lips as he mercilessly continued violating the man who had hurt him.

Lawrence was now so aroused that the hot, flowing water from above might just as well have been cold, and he still would have felt hot all over. It was taking every bit of self-constraint he had in his body to stop himself from attempting to move his hands down in a second effort to reduce his massive erection.

Adam took his time, occasionally running the fingers of his free hand -- the one that was not heartlessly torturing the other man's suffering cock -- along the surgeon's waist. Once or twice, the younger man also stopped his ravishing kisses and torments of the inside of Lawrence's mouth and gave him a semi-aggressive nip or suck on the shoulder or neck. And, very occasionally, Adam ran one finger along the older man's erection, doing nothing more than increasing it.

Lawrence had no idea how long this went on. His mind was almost completely blank with the insane lust inside of him that was increasing tenfold with every passing moment. But, eventually, he realized that Adam's slow, torturing strokes against his throbbing penis were gradually becoming more frequent and extended. Half of the blood in Lawrence's mouth was from his own teeth, desperately biting into his bottom lip to keep himself from crying out, but he was still managing to return the other man's violent kisses.

True to Adam's "rules" the previous night, the younger man had no restrictions on what he was allowed to do. His moans were becoming more and more fervent with every stroke he made, which was not helping Lawrence at all, since the sound of Adam's voice only turned him on even more.

Eventually, Adam's strokes were coming so fast and hard, and his kisses were so passionate and lustful, that Lawrence could no longer contain himself. He was close to climaxing, he knew it. Very close. Would it be the next stroke that brought it out, or the one after that? Lawrence was far too aroused to keep count, but the next thing he knew, he had arched his back and, with a long and blissful moan, muffled by his lover's own mouth, released hopelessly into Adam's hand, probably enough to fill an entire bottle.

God, I'm having fun with this. Adam never got to be dominant before, or if he did, it was very rare! So now he's getting his dominant revenge, and Lawrence is all submissive and scared! That's just adorable! XD