A/N: Brian and Justin decide to give dominance and submission a try. I completely understand if this isn't your cup of tea, but if you hang in there, I think you'll be pleased with where they end up, not just at the end of this chapter, but in general.

As I devoured Justin's lips, his tongue, and his mouth, his plea was ringing in my ears. I broke our kiss and looked at him, trying to figure out how I could give him what he wanted. All at once, the solution came to me. But I hesitated. Would it even work? Would there be unexpected and unwanted consequences? Justin looked back at me, so desperate, yet so trusting. A second was all it took. I had no choice.

This was it for me. A turning point of mammoth proportions. I was going to claim Justin a second time, but this time, this time, completely. It would be just he and I, and it would be for always. When I paused to think about the possible repercussions, I wondered if I'd gone insane from blood loss. I knew that most would laugh, scoff, or disapprove, but they hadn't seen Justin's sad eyes or heard his small voice begging me to make him mine again.

Once more, I kissed Justin passionately. Then I pulled back and smiled shyly. I don't often use this smile, but I have been known to do so with Justin from time to time.

"I'd better bandage this hand. I don't want to get you all bloody. Could you ask Daphne to make herself scarce for a few hours?"

Justin just nodded, but, before he left the bathroom, he smiled. It was a muted smile, but it reached his eyes. He'd put himself in my hands and trusted me to make it better. Fucking Christ. I ran my undamaged hand through my hair a few times and sighed before setting about cleaning and bandaging my other one.

I could do this. Justin needed me more than ever, and, as much as I hated to admit it, I needed him just as desperately. I needed him to be himself again. I needed him to be happy and secure, and if I had any say about it, he would be.

I knew Justin. While he'd been treated well by his family for most of his childhood, his father had still been somewhat distant, somewhat absent. Craig had probably known Justin was gay before Justin did. This sneaking suspicion must have grown at pace with the distance between them. When Craig could no longer pretend that he had a straight son, all hell broke loose, and Craig almost broke Justin. If I hadn't been around, he probably would have. To say that Justin had daddy issues was the understatement of the year.

I'd always declared, to anyone who would listen, that sorry was bullshit, but I truly regretted the way I had treated Justin. I'd had my good moments, certainly the prom and the first couple of months after Justin left the hospital, but, looking back on our time together (and apart), I could honestly say that I regretted most of my behavior. Justin understood me like no one else, and that scared the shit out of me. All he had ever wanted was for me to acknowledge that connection between us and be honest about my feelings, if not with everyone else, at least with him. I'd come close a few times, but I'd always balked at the last moment. I was so afraid to give him the power to hurt me. Both Justin's departure and the rape were wake-up calls. When Justin left, I realized that whether or not I told Justin how I felt, he still had the power to hurt me. Afterward, I couldn't hide my depression. Everyone knew that I missed him so much that I was falling apart. I still pretend otherwise, but no one buys it. Not even Mikey. My reticence had not protected me. But it had cost me Justin. The rape reminded me of how I'd felt after the bashing, reawakening the helplessness, the guilt, the fear of losing Justin for good, and the desire to protect him from all future harm. Only this time, everything was much worse.

I needed to make Justin feel as though he were truly mine, mind, body, and soul. He'd struggled with self-esteem issues off and on for the last couple years, but, now, his self-esteem was lower than ever. He needed to borrow some strength from me. My self-esteem wasn't the greatest, but few knew that. I was an ad man, so I knew that presentation was everything. If you presented yourself as strong and self-assured, everyone would believe that you were, eventually, even you. Justin's love and admiration for me made my self-assurance, such as it was, even more potent. Right now, Justin couldn't see that he was beautiful and worthy of love. But under the right circumstances, he'd be able to see himself through my eyes.

I walked into the bedroom to find Justin sitting on the bed with his legs crossed. No sign of Daphne.

"Did Daphne leave?"

"Yeah. She said she'd be back for dinner."

"Perfect."

I kneeled in front of Justin, took his hand in mine, and looked into his eyes.

"Justin." I paused. Justin seemed puzzled. I suppose he was expecting me to rip his shorts off and fuck the shit out of him. Given our past, that wasn't a bad guess. But not this time. Straight fucking wouldn't help him. "Do you trust me?"

He exhaled and smiled again. He seemed relieved. Was he afraid that I'd reject him?

"Yes. More than anyone."

Fuck. What had I ever done to earn his unconditional love and trust? Justin had been a little less trusting of me during our separation, but that wasn't the norm.

I held his hand a little tighter and, then, said, "I was hoping we could expand our sexual horizons."

He furrowed his brow in confusion. "How?"

I looked down for a moment and took a deep breath before answering. "Into dominance and submission."

"You mean like tying me up?"

I laughed. "Well, there's a lot more to it than that, but yeah."

I knew that this was a risky move after what Justin had recently been through, but, sometimes, you have to fight fire with fire. I was sure it would pay off, that, together, we could exorcize more demons.

Justin held my gaze for a few moments, but, then, he took a deep breath and replied, "Okay."

He looked nervous, but determined.

I stood up and lay down on the bed, never letting go of Justin's hand. I pulled him into my arms and kissed his forehead.

"We'd need to set ground rules, but, by all accounts, this will make us feel closer than ever."

"Really?" He actually sounded excited. I couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah."

"So what kind of ground rules?"

"Well, I need to know what your deal breakers are."

"Deal breakers?"

"Things you absolutely positively never want to try, not even with someone you trust."

"Oh. Okay."

"But we can talk about that later. We'll have to do some research and see what the possibilities are first. However, we do need to decide if this is going to bleed into real life or stay in the bedroom. I'd vote for option 1. That might seem overwhelming at first. It does require a stronger commitment, not just to "our play" but to each other. Such relationships are generally long term, though they can, of course, be broken or modified."

"Modified?"

"Yeah…say if we wanted to switch roles periodically."

Justin looked at me as though I'd morphed into a Martian. I couldn't blame him. I'd questioned my sanity more than once in the 20 minutes since the idea came to me. "You'd actually be okay with our switching roles?"

I looked into Justin's eyes and said with absolute certainty, "Yes."

Justin was shocked to say the least. I held him tighter.

"So what do you mean by a stronger commitment?"

I took yet another deep breath. "Well, we could agree to only trick when the other isn't present or only when we are together, like threesomes or foursomes, or we could agree to stop altogether. For the time being anyway. We can always change the rules later. If we agree to some form of tricking, we'd need to set boundaries…you know, what we can do, what the trick can do…"

Justin's eyes widened. "Did you just offer to stop tricking?"

"I think I did."

"Surreal."

I laughed. "Indeed. We just need to be honest with ourselves and with each other. Ask for what we really want, not just what we think we can get."

Justin was silent for a few minutes. I assumed he was deciding what he wanted. I was lost in thought, too. I remembered how jealous I'd been in the alley the night of Justin's second prom and the next night at Babylon. Christ, he'd looked beautiful (and hot) that night. Everyone was dying to fuck him. I wanted to own Justin as much as he wanted me to own him, and I was willing to give up some control to get what I wanted.

Finally, in a small voice, Justin said, "Well…if you wouldn't mind, I'd like it just to be us, at least, for a while."

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. That's the answer I was hoping for. I think I need to change my name and move to a new city. No one would recognize this new me.

"So we're going for the first option?"

Justin paused briefly but, then, answered "Yes" and smiled.

"Will I have to call you 'Master' all the time?"

"Well, whenever we're alone. What do you want your sub name to be?"

Justin wrinkled his nose. He was so fucking adorable when he did that. "Mmm…I don't know. What do you think?"

"How about 'Angel?'"

Justin asked a little shyly, "Angel?"

"Yeah. The creamy white skin and blond hair just scream it."

Justin blushed. "Okay. If you think it fits."

I smiled. "Angel it is."

******

Justin's POV

"So, let's start out real slow."

"Okay."

I was filled with so many emotions. I was a little nervous, but I trusted Brian completely. Oddly enough, I also felt relieved. I was desperate to feel different, like I used to, but I had no idea what to do to make that happen. Fortunately, Brian always seemed to know what I needed, how to make me feel better. Before the Rage party, he was always there to banish my nightmares and massage my gimp hand. He even helped me feel comfortable in my own skin again after the bashing. Surely, he could do it this time, too. On top of all that, I was incredibly horny. The past three days had been long for me as well. No matter what the circumstance, Brian's mere presence was an aphrodisiac for me.

Brian's tone was firm, reminding me of our first night together. He was truly a natural dom. "If you speak, call me Master. Don't cum until I give you permission. When you reach your limit, ask and I'll give you what you need. Okay?"

I replied firmly but softly, "Yes, Master."

Brian swallowed hard. I bit my lip to prevent myself from smiling.

"Angel, I want you to kneel on the bed for me. On the front right near the edge."

Fuck, I loved the name he gave me. Just hearing it turned me on.

"Good. Now place your hands behind your back."

Brian stood as close to me as he could without touching and reached around my waist, fastening my hands behind my back with fuzzy handcuffs. Then he brushed my hair off my forehead and slowly drew his hand down my face, gently caressing my cheek. He was so close and he smelled so good that I couldn't help but lean into his hand.

"You're doing real good, Angel."

I looked down and smiled.

Brian kneeled on the floor. His mouth was right near the head of my cock. He drew his fingers down my thighs, his touch feather light. "Angel, spread your legs for me."

His voice, so soft, his command, and his kneeling in front of me, my cock so close to his mouth, together, warmed my entire body, and my half-erect cock swelled. I spread my legs as he asked and licked my lips.

Brian's eyes were dancing.

Next, he leaned down slowly, as though he were going to take my cock into his mouth. In anticipation, my breath grew ragged, and precum bubbled out of my slit. But instead, Brian simply blew on the head softly. His breath on my moist cock felt cool, sending a chill rippling through my body from my cock outward. I couldn't stifle a whimper.

Brian looked up at me and whispered, "Angel, you know I'll always give you what you need, don't you?"

I answered, "Yes, Master." I tried to keep my voice steady, but it cracked on Master.

Brian stood up, nudged my nose gently with his, and looked deep into my eyes and then at my lips.

He whispered, "Your lips are so beautiful, Angel. Soft and plump…so kissable."

He was so close, and his breath was so warm on my lips that my cock twitched and my heart raced. He traced the lower edge of my bottom lip with the tip of his tongue slowly, so slowly, and, then, bit my lip hard, but not hard enough to draw blood. I moaned loudly.

My moan was partially muffled, as Brian thrust his tongue into my mouth, kissing me passionately. I leaned forward, trying to drive his tongue deeper. A few moments later, he pulled away, but slowly, giving me a chance to balance myself on the bed.

Brian's huge cock was fully erect, and a drop of precum rolled down the head. Unconsciously, I licked my lips. I wanted to lick it off him so badly. I needed to taste him. I whimpered a little as the drop fell to the floor.

Brian tilted my head up, lifting my chin with a finger. He looked at me intensely and asked, "Angel, do you want to suck my cock?"

I nodded my head furiously. "Ye-yes, Master."

"If I let you, what would you do?"

I swallowed hard and whispered, "I'd dip the tip of my tongue into your slit, tasting you. I want to taste you so badly. Then I'd lick and suck the head of your cock to make sure I'd swallowed every drop."

Brian closed his eyes for a moment and exhaled slowly.

"Next I'd take your cock into my mouth, deepthroating you, sucking you hard and fast until you came. Finally, I'd lick your cock from shaft to tip, to be sure I'd tasted all of you."

Brian bit back a moan.

"May I, Master?"

Brian was so hard that his cock was purple, leaking, and twitching. He directed me to sit on my legs and placed his cock against my lips. I wanted so much to start, but he hadn't given me permission, so I waited. Breathlessly.

Brian smiled and kissed my forehead. "Good boy. Go ahead, Angel. Suck me off."

I didn't need to be told twice. I immediately set about doing what I said I would do. It didn't take long. A few minutes later, Brian was cumming hard and moaning loudly.

Afterward, I smiled brightly. Brian grinned and said, "Angel, as I said, your lips, your mouth, perfection. No one has ever pleased me more in that regard."

I blushed.

By now, my cock was covered entirely in precum, purple, and throbbing. I was so desperate to cum that my cock hurt, and my shoulders and thighs were starting to get sore from holding this position so long.

I looked up at Brian and begged, "Please, Master."

Brian asked in a teasing voice, "Please what, Angel? Tell me what you need."

"I need you inside me, Master."

He kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, "Soon, Angel. Very soon."

He walked around to the side of the bed and kneeled behind me. He whispered in my ear again, "Angel, can I trust you to do exactly as I say?"

"Yes, Master."

"I'm going to uncuff you, but you aren't to touch yourself or me or rub your cock against anything, not unless I give you permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"If you're naughty, I'll have to punish you. If you misbehave, I won't fuck you for a week."

I couldn't help but gasp.

Brian chuckled and asked, "You'll be a good boy?"

"Yes, Master."

"Okay."

Brian uncuffed me and pulled me to a standing position. My legs were a little wobbly, so I was glad for the support. He directed me to kneel on the white bear rug at the foot of the bed. Then he kneeled behind me and started licking, sucking, and nibbling on my earlobe. He moved down to my neck, sucking the spot where it met my shoulder. I wanted to cum so badly that I was trembling. He pushed a lubed finger inside me as his mouth traveled to the back of my neck, licking and sucking. A minute later, he added a second lubed finger and then a third, scissoring them. At the same time, he was sucking on the back of my neck. That's the most sensitive spot, so his mouth was sending shivers down my spine, and I unconsciously arched my back, fucking the air. He pulled his fingers out. I whimpered at the loss.

Brian must have opened the condom before our play began because without warning, he thrust inside me, burying himself to the hilt. I gasped. He wrapped one arm around my waist and the other around my neck and growled, "Mine" as he rotated his hips.

I moaned loudly.

"My cock was here first, the first to fuck your tight little ass. Do you remember that night, Angel?"

"Ye-yes, Master. I could never forget."

"The very first time, I fucked you while you lay on your back, looking into my eyes and calling out my name."

Brian pulled almost all the way out and then thrust back into me hard.

"Then I flipped you over, put you on your hands and knees, and fucked you again as we held hands, fingers entwined."

He punctuated that sentence with another hard thrust.

"After you sucked me off, kneeling on the floor as I leaned against a pillar, I lifted you into my arms, turned around and fucked you against it."

Another hard thrust.

"Then, I bent you over the couch and fucked you into unconsciousness. Do you remember that, Angel?"

Another hard thrust.

I moaned.

"God, yes, Master. I awoke a few minutes later. I felt like I was floating."

"The next morning, after I washed your beautiful body, I fucked you against the shower wall."

Another hard thrust.

"From that first night, this tight little ass was all mine. You felt me long after that night, didn't you?"

"Yes, Master."

"You never wanted anyone else inside you, did you, Angel?"

Unbidden tears sprang to my eyes, as I answered, "No, Master. I only ever wanted you inside me. Only you."

Brian's voice was soft now. "Do you feel me inside you?"

"Yes, Master."

"Do you remember what it felt like our first time, your first time?"

"Yes, Master."

He began thrusting in and out, slow and steady, nuzzled my neck, and whispered, "No one can take what isn't freely given, Angel. And no one could take from you what was no longer yours to give. You were always mine. From that first night to this, you've been mine, and you always will be."

He angled his hips and whispered "Cum for me, Angel," as he thrust inside me hard, hitting my prostate.

I let out a guttural moan and came harder than I have since my first time. Brian started cumming before my orgasm had finished ripping through my body.

Then Brian pulled out, ditched the condom, and turned me into his arms, holding me tight. I'm not sure why, but I started sobbing uncontrollably. He whispered, "You're everything to me, Angel." Then he rubbed my back and nuzzled my neck until my tears stopped flowing.

He carried me into the bed and directed me to lie on my stomach. Then he bent down beside me and started massaging my shoulders with oil. Somehow, he knew that my shoulders were sore. Brian really did know how to take care of me.