GRRR... How long's it been since I've updated? Six months? And didn't I say I'd be making up for it by updating MORE? ARGH! I'm so sorry, everyone! I'll really try to be more regular with my updates from now on!

Oh, and Saw 3D...? Most non-canon piece of tripe I've ever seen. I'm really annoyed with Cary Elwes for having so little respect for himself that he'd go back to that crap. He was nothing like he was in Saw I. If Lion's Gate thinks it can get rid of us ChainShippers that easily, it's sadly mistaken!

So, in this chapter... Well, I hope you all like bondage. Not MAJOR bondage, but a little bondage. *Blushes.* Come on! I deserve this! I haven't updated for a while! XD

9. Back To Normal

Another light moan escaped Adam as the surgeon's lips opened against his shoulder, slightly sucking his pale, soft skin, and, just like Lawrence had done earlier, he seemed to be having an emotional battle with his pride and his lust.

Little Adam, Lawrence thought as he lightly stroked the kid's sides. I know how it feels. By God, I know how it feels.

Adam groaned as Lawrence's lips kept going over his body, over his chest where there wasn't any batter, and he slowly seemed to let the lust get the best of him as he squeezed his eyes shut and allowed the hand that wasn't now slowly undoing Lawrence's shirt buttons to travel over the other's neck.

Lawrence was surprised how willingly Adam gave in. He, who was usually so stubborn and proud that he almost made Lawrence beg to touch him, and now... He was sucking chocolate cake better off of his body, and Adam was giving in like a drunken whore. He did seem a little hazed from the lack of sleep and from the crying he'd undergone when he'd thought Lawrence hadn't been able to hear him, but still.

Lawrence traced his kisses upwards, up against Adam's neck and made his mouth fall open as he ran his tongue across his earlobe before the younger man gasped and grabbed a handful of Lawrence's hair. He pulled his face up against his, his mouth seeking its way to his companion's, wanting it, craving it. He was searching for salvation, for something that would sooth his anxiety, his despaired, unwanted lust, because even if Adam was still furious at Lawrence, his lips didn't know; his lips would never understand that anger could overcome desire. His lips would always love him.

That was the reason they'd spent the past two days the way they had, Lawrence suddenly realized. Adam could've stopped talking to him, could've ignored him completely, like normal people would when they wanted to punish someone for something they'd said. Because it wasn't just the want to punish him that had made Adam torture him that way.

It was the memories. Perhaps Adam would be able to forget the memories of Lawrence himself in a while. But the memories of Lawrence's kisses, of his body, of his safe, warm hands on his shivering body... They were burned into his flesh. They were like painted hand-prints on him, and they'd live with him until the day he died.

Adam pressed his waiting lips against Lawrence's, forced his tongue into his mouth, allowed them to roam each other as Lawrence's hand went from his waist to his thigh, stroking it and coaxing another moan from the man beneath him.

"Lawrence," Adam choked out as he broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against his, his eyes still closed.

The older man smiled to himself when he heard the affection in the photographer's voice. Even though he knew that this wouldn't last, it was still reassuring.

Gently, Lawrence pulled his head away from Adam's and leaned over to bedside table to take another handful of batter from the nightstand in one of his hands and rub it lovingly into Adam's chest. He pressed his lips to it, sucking and tasting the other man greedily. He felt drunk, almost surreal, as the younger man weakly brought his hands up to embrace Lawrence around the neck, forcing his head deeper into his body as he did so.

God... As unbelievable as it was, the surgeon had never felt so turned on before in his life. The way Adam's body shuddered violently beneath his, as the young man tried desperately to keep his moans and whimpers to a minimum, the familiar taste of skin, mixed with the sweet chocolate, and, most of all, the very thought of what they were doing, made Lawrence want to release there and then.

Never, in his entire life, had Lawrence suspected that he would be doing this kind of thing to someone. He wasn't the type who was interested in bondage or aphrodisiacs, and he knew that Adam wasn't, either. But somehow, what had happened between them - not just the fight, but most-likely their ordeal in that bathroom, as well - had changed them. Now, all they desired was each other, and they wanted to get closer, as close as was humanly possible.

Adam let out a hoarse moan when Lawrence's tongue brushed up against one of his nipples, and his hands fell limp from his lover's neck. Just a few inches away from where his mouth was working, the older man could feel Adam's heart pounding furiously in his chest.

The next moment, Lawrence had pulled himself away from the shuddering body and was sitting upright. He tore furiously at the shirt that still clung stubbornly to his body, which Adam hadn't managed to completely remove. In fact, he'd only managed to undo two of the seven buttons and mess up the collar a bit, but, considering how light the kid's head had been when he'd been doing this, Lawrence couldn't really fault him.

Finally, he managed to get the accursed thing off, and was able to be as exposed around his torso as his lover. Smiling, Lawrence lay back down on top of Adam and moved himself up to his quivering face. He let his hands slip carelessly down Adam's body, moving slowly over his body but obviously heading towards his shorts. The younger man opened his eyes slowly, and stared his companion right in the face.

Lawrence let his lips brush up gently against Adam's, tasting that wonderfully familiar and erotic flavor of tobacco and cheap takeout, and Adam kissed him back, lifting his arms once more to grip his lover around his body, pressing the two even more closely together.

Without even breaking the connection between their lips, Lawrence let the fingers of one hand dance over the smaller man's hips, then further down to the rim of his shorts until two of them were hooked in it.

Adam's breath caught in his throat, and Lawrence felt an almost sadistic joy burn in him when he saw an awful lot of color rush to the face his lips were pressed against. Adam wouldn't say no to him now. No matter how much he wanted to. No way.

Adam didn't seem to agree, though. Clenching his teeth, he took a firm grip on the older man's wrist, more firm than Lawrence thought him capable of in his current condition, and looked hard into his eyes.

"Don't," he hissed. His eyes were flaming with a mixture of desire and a fear of showing it. "Lawrence... Don't do... that..."

Lawrence smiled faintly and lifted his his other hand up, running it over the photographer's ribs, over his nipples, and couldn't help but smile when he saw Adam bite his lips, squeeze his eyes shut, do everything he could to keep from moaning, or arch into the touch of someone he almost hated.

Lawrence bent down and kissed him gently. At least, as gently as he could with those red, hot waves rocking through him.

"Adam," he said slowly, carefully. "If you really don't want me to, I won't, but... I still think you want to."

Adam sighed. It was probably meant to sound annoyed, but it was a little too shaky, a little too weak to manage that. Lawrence managed to think that he'd give anything to know what Adam thought when his eyes were closed, but then they were opened again, and they'd gone from angrily burning to an easily controlled, smoldering ember.

"I will make you suffer for this, Lawrence," Adam said in a dull voice.

And then, all Lawrence's ponderings over what he was thinking went away. Because Adam let go of his hand and moved it up to Lawrence's neck to push his face down against his own again, kissing him hungrily, and Lawrence took that as an opportunity to finally pull down those annoying shorts, followed instantly by his boxers.

Lawrence couldn't keep himself from moaning into the kiss when he felt the familiar sensation of Adam's pulsing erection that he finally managed to close his fingers around. Adam seemed to do his best to keep his breathing normal - not too hard, not too fast - and Lawrence felt his usual mean joy over this.

Adam sighed weakly and dug his fingers into the Lawrence's shoulders when his servicer pulled up, and then down again in a careful, experimental motion, and Lawrence replied by moving his other hand down, down to Adam's waist, sneaking his arm around him and tugging him up, against his own body.

For a brief second, he actually thought things would be okay, that Adam, in some miraculous way, had forgiven him, that he'd turn into his old sarcastic, wonderful self again, that he'd forgotten what Lawrence had said. Somehow. But that wasn't the case. Of course it wasn't.

Afterwards, Lawrence would wonder how he could have been so stupid that he'd even hoped for such a thing.

Because, the next second, Adam had grabbed Lawrence's hand, hard. And now, Lawrence didn't even try to talk back, because now, Adam's eyes shone with something that almost looked like hatred.

"No," he said firmly. "No fucking way. Okay?"

Lawrence nodded slowly.

"Okay."

"Actually," Adam said, and now, he had that expression on his face that Lawrence had learned to detest. "I have other plans for you."

And once again, Lawrence had no idea how it happened. But either way, Adam managed. In the fraction of a second, Adam had done some sort of maneuver, so that Lawrence was on the bottom, face-down and nailed fast by Adam's legs, terrified and aroused, filled with hate for himself and for Adam for making him feel this way, and Adam was on the top, smirking down at his prisoner.

"What are you doing?" Lawrence mumbled, trying his hardest to make his voice sound normal. He tried to turn his head enough to see his lover, without trying to seem like he was attempting to put up a fight.

Adam leaned down and planted a kiss on Lawrence's neck.

"Don't worry your pretty little head with that, doctor. Just lie still and do as I say, and everything will work out."

And Lawrence nodded, even though he had big trouble believing that anything at all would get better if he did as Adam said. Adam sat up and reached over to the beside table, just as Lawrence had been doing when he'd been collecting the batter.

Lawrence guessed the kid wanted to take his turn at that now, if only to regain the dominant edge he'd attained over the last two days. He heard Adam open a drawer on the table and start rummaging in its contents. Lawrence had no idea what he was looking for, but he didn't trust himself to look. He'd have to move his head too much, and he knew Adam wouldn't like that.

Finally, Adam seemed to have found what he was looking for, as Lawrence once again felt the younger man's attention turn to him. He lay back down on top of him, positioning himself so that his mouth was right to Lawrence's ear. What he said next sent shivers down the surgeon's naked spine.

"Put your hands behind your back, Larry," Adam hissed in his ear. Lawrence felt his stomach drop.

"Wh-Why do you want me to-"

His words were abruptly cut off when he felt the younger man's teeth clench hard against his earlobe. He gasped, feeling tears of pain coming into his eyes.

"Shut the fuck up and do what I say," Adam growled, his voice barely audible behind his rage and arousal.

Lawrence clenched his teeth and proceeded with his lover's command, and cupped his hands together behind his back. The next moment, he felt Adam's hands against his, and some kind of rough fabric being wrapped tightly around his wrists. His face flushed as he realized what the kid was doing.

"Adam..." he whimpered, despairing as he felt himself breaking out in multiple goosebumps of pleasure. The freelance photographer grunted and finished the knot, then pulled at it a little to test its strength. Obviously satisfied, he moved himself so that his face was barely an inch was Lawrence's. The older man could feel his lover's warm breath, low and husky, against the back of his neck.

"I told you I'd make you suffer for this, Larry," Adam murmured, and ran his fingers slowly down the surgeon's exposed back. Lawrence tensed his body in an attempt to stop himself from arching up, into the touch.

Adam continued letting one hand travel downwards, while with the other, he gently began to stroke the back of his companion's neck. Lawrence felt himself relax slightly as expert fingers brushed up against his collarbone, soothingly, almost reassuringly.

Adam's hand reached the other man's pants, and Lawrence immediately tensed again, instinctively tugging at the fabric that bound his wrists. Adam ignored the older man's struggles and slowly, almost tauntingly, pulled the expensive pants that covered him down, followed by his boxers.

Lawrence bit into his lip, desperately, as he felt his now-exposed cock, pressed against the sheets of the bed, harden considerably. But Adam wasn't interested in that. Slowly, lovingly, the younger man ran his hand along his lover's backside, allowing his fingers to brush up against the smooth, sensitive skin.

Lawrence made another frantic attempt to escape his bonds, but it was impossible. Adam had tied the knots far too well, and in his current condition of arousal and fear, the surgeon doubted that he would have been able to resist, anyway.

"You really do have a nice ass, you know," Adam muttered against the back of Lawrence's neck, before pressing his lips to it and kissing the skin along his collarbone.

After enjoying the familiar taste of skin for a few moments, Adam suddenly pulled away and once again reached over to the bedside table. His hand searched its surface rather than its drawer where he'd gotten the fabric from. This time, Lawrence tried to turn his head to see what the younger man was looking for, but Adam quickly extended his other hand and pushed his face back into the pillow, blocking his view completely.

A few seconds later, Lawrence felt a hard, cold surface rub slowly against his backside, and he realized that what the photographer had retrieved was a hairbrush. A strong, oak hairbrush, which he remembered giving him shortly after they'd met, in an attempt to get the kid to try to straighten his wild, stubborn hair once in a while.

"A-Adam..." Lawrence moaned, unable to keep the note of lust out of his voice. Adam let go of his head and moved so that he was half-sitting on top of his lover, straddling him with his legs so that the older man could clearly feel his arousal rubbing against him.

"I'm going to make you suffer, Lawrence," Adam murmured huskily, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm going to beat that pretty ass of yours until you learn to show me a bit of respect."

The next moment, Lawrence felt Adam's rough hands around his head, forcing it up. He felt another piece of cloth, much coarser than the one binding his hands, half-stuffed into his mouth, then wrapped carefully around his head, preventing its wearer from making any intelligible sounds, even though he tried to.

"And you're going to keep your witty mouth shut," Adam concluded quietly, finishing the knot on the gag. "Because nothing you say or do now is going to stop me."

And with those words, Adam raised his makeshift gabble and struck it hard against Lawrence's exposed ass.

Hehe! I hope you enjoyed the bondage and spanking, because I sure did! ...Yeah, I know I'm going to Hell when I die. XD